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guns-n-jovi · 2 years

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Starstruck

Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

Request: Izzy Stradlin x actress!reader where she’s been his celebrity crush since childhood and she goes to one of their concerts with a few of her celebrity friends and meets him. Izzy’s trying to keep his cool and the guys tease him.

Notes: I feel like I once again strayed from the prompt, but I really did try my best at this! I have a lot of stuff going on right now, but hopefully, you enjoyed this, anon! Also, could you let me know somehow when you see it? I'd appreciate it!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,872

Throughout the 1970s, I was one of the most regarded women in America. With my career rooted in acting, I starred in immensely successful action flicks, where I was often my own heroine and savior- (a notion unheard of throughout the early 70s, but I was happy to be a trailblazer.)

I’d posed for countless photographers, wearing anything from silky, lavish gowns, to a black leather jacket, and mounted atop a sharp, shiny Harley Davidson motorcycle. My name was one of the most famous in the entire world. Thousands of audiences had paid to see my movies, and my fame and success spread when I won an academy award for best actress in 1983. While winning an Oscar was one of the greatest achievements I could have ever reached, it doubled the amount of pressure put on me to continue my good streak.

But it was now 1988. In the past couple of years, the music industry had swelled to the size of the movie industry. Rock n’ roll was the most explosive new fad, and rock bands were the new pop culture gods. Motley Crue, Bon Jovi and countless others had won the hearts of the world by playing shredding rock songs and flaunting their young, good looks. But there was one band that- since the previous year- had been talked about more than any other, after the explosive success of their debut album, Appetite for Destruction: Guns N’ Roses.

Born out of Los Angeles, California, they had risen slowly from a bed of sleaziness and filth to the center of the international spotlight. Made up of five young men who were only in their very early twenties, they’d succeeded in getting everyone’s attention. The songs on their debut album soared to widespread fame, topping charts and breaking records daily. Their pretty boy looks and rogue charm had captured the attention of nearly every woman and young girl. But they were shrouded in a mysterious haze of stories- shocking stories of shadiness and bad behavior that were sometimes hard to believe. But one thing was certain. They were getting attention- both good and bad.

I reflected with a thoughtful smile on the days in my prime years when I was the center of attention like that. Mostly good attention; praise for my work. But also hesitant attention that came naturally with being a celebrity. Criticism from poisonous critics, and from people who were negative or jealous. It was the struggles of every celebrity since celebrities had become famous, so I never let it get to me.

In an odd way- a way that I was ashamed of- I felt a twinge of jealousy towards the five young men in the band. I felt strangely upstaged by them. They had been in the center of the international spotlight, when that was always a spot I had been in. While it was true that acting and music were two separate worlds, I still felt a kind of jealousy I wasn’t expecting to feel. But more than that- an itching curiosity. I had a strong desire to see for myself what this band was like. I wanted to see them for myself before I took the words of any gossiping tabloid. So I bought tickets to see a concert they were performing late one night in Hollywood.

I did not know, as I was driven away from my gated home, that the night I was embarking on would be one I would not soon forget.

The scene I stepped into instantly had been one accurately described by the press. A scene of rabid fans hurling various objects onstage. Most were roses, some were letters, others were various articles of clothing. My ears hummed with the chants, screams and applause of the crowd. The hysteria of the crowd made it hard for me to see ahead of me. The loud music and rabid crowd had shocked me as soon as the concert began (three hours after it was supposed to, if I might add, and I had almost turned to leave when they’d all five pranced onstage and never even acknowledged they’d been late by three hours.)

I’d only heard three of the songs played- these being, of course, Welcome to the Jungle, Paradise City, and Sweet Child O’ Mine. The others from that debut album had been overshadowed in the overwhelming success of that trio. But I heard many songs I liked instantly. My Michelle was my favorite, and once it was over, I wished sorely that they’d go back to it. Mr. Brownstone was a close second, (and it was not hard at all for me to figure out that it was a metaphor symbol for a substance.) Think About You was my third favorite. Once I forgot my intimidation by the size of the crowd, and the sketchy reputation of the band performing, I found I was having more fun than I thought I would. In addition, the size of the crowd made it hard for people to notice that I was there.

But, as it always does, word spread. By the end of the show, all five members of the band knew I was there. But there were advantages to my being a celebrity. I walked up, nervously, to the security guard, whose eyes widened when he saw me.

“Y/N L/N?” he gaped. “…..Oh, my gosh, it’s such an honor!”

I shook his hand, smiling.

“Nice to meet you!” I told him. “I had a great time at the concert. They’re something. They’re really something.”

The security guard chuckled. “Ma’am, you have no idea.”

My grin widened. “But I’d like to find out. Would you…..well-“

I chuckled, surprised to find myself nervous. “Would you introduce me to them, please? I’d love to meet them.”

The security guard smiled. “Of course! Anything for you, Y/N.”

He laughed. “They’re going to love this,” he said, a little nervous.

He turned and walked me backstage of the venue. Backstage smelled strongly of sweat, spilled alcohol, and cigarette smoke. The walls had been vandalized. In bloody, jagged letters was written, “GUNS N’ ROSES WAS HERE.” Something about that made me smile.

The band members were in a corner. The lead singer, Axl Rose, was loudly yelling at the tall, blonde bassist, Duff McKagan. The others were split between restraining the furious redhead and protecting Duff from his anger.

“You messed up the intro to My Michelle!” Axl was shrieking. “You completely missed one of those notes! And that’s the best part of the song!”

“No one noticed!” Duff cried.

The lead guitarist, Slash, rolled his eyes. “I’m just glad you waited till we got offstage to start flipping,” he said. “Thank God you didn’t start a war onstage.”

The security guard loudly cleared his throat. “Boys!” He called. “Is that anyway to act in front of our company, Y/N L/N?”

The boys stopped. Their eyes widened in unison.

“Y/N L/N,” one of them said, slowly.

They rushed to me. Immediately, I was showered in overwhelming compliments and praises that were stammered nervously out by the excited young men.

“You are so pretty,” said Steven Adler, the blonde drummer with smiling, blue eyes.

“I’ve seen, like, every movie of yours,” Duff added, his voice shaky.

I shook his hand, blushing and smiling. I looked nervously at Axl Rose, and then at Slash, the attractive guitarist.

“You boys put on a good show tonight,” I smiled. “I enjoyed myself quite a bit.”

Axl blushed bright red, grinning. He looked down at the ground. “Gee, Y/N. Gee…”

I winked at him. Then, I looked at Slash. “You’re good with that guitar. One of the best I’ve heard. You’ll be one of the greats someday. As far as I’m concerned, you already are.”

Slash grinned. He had a fleshy, riveted grin that spread across his dark face, under the shadow of his dark, rose-shaped curls. His infectious smile spread to me. I looked at them all with a satisfied smile, feeling and knowing that I was in the presence of four very special people. Then, I frowned. I counted them quickly- four.

“I am confused about one thing,” I said. “Weren’t there five of you?”

At that moment, as if on cue, a fifth walked backstage. I turned at the sound of his footsteps.

“Gees, guys!” he was calling. “Where were all y’all, anyway? You went off kinda early, don’t you think-”

There he was- the second guitarist of the band. Izzy Stradlin.

Izzy’s complexion was like Axl’s; snow white and completely smooth. Izzy’s face hosted elongated features that made his head appear like an oval, framed by jet black, straight hair. He had a sharp, high-arched nose and sooty shadows around his eyes. His inky hair circled and feathered around his long neck, and he had black eyes that showed no emotion nor thought. He wore black and white clothes to perfectly match his natural looks, and a flat, gray hat over his hair to shade his midnight eyes. Looking at him sent a shiver down my spine.

But as I looked at him, and I felt that pleasant shiver, I felt myself blush, and a cheeky grin begin to twitch in my face. Izzy’s face was shocked, but not wide.

“Oh, my….” his voice trailed off. “Y/N L/N?”

It felt good to hear him say my name. I liked it. I nodded respectfully towards him, but my feet were frozen. I did not walk towards him.

“Izzy Stradlin,” I acknowledged.

Izzy’s pale face blushed. He looked past my shoulder, at Duff, and he mouthed, “she knows my name!”

Duff laughed harder than he should have. “Well, go on, Izzy! Talk to her! Isn’t she the woman of your dreams?”

I blushed, loving the sound of that way more than I ordinarily would. “Oh?” I suppressed a giggle.

Izzy blushed even darker. “Duff,” he gritted his teeth. “Stop.”

“Yeah!” Slash chimed in. “Isn’t Y/N L/N the one you said you’d pick over every other woman in the world?”

Izzy stuttered a mumbling response. Enjoying this very much, I continued, “That’s nice of you, Izzy.”

“Uh….yeah,” he gulped. “Um…yeah. You’re…pretty great.”

Axl snorted. “What he means is pretty and great.”

He slung his arms haphazardly over the shoulders of Slash and Steven, leaving Duff to follow behind.

“Why don’t we just give y’all a minute,” Duff snickered. “You’re obviously very starstruck, Izzy. Would it help you feel better if we stepped out? Let y’all have your time?”

Izzy looked nervously at me. I nodded. “That’d be great.”

Izzy ran his hand over his black, sleek hair. “Y/N, it’s such a pleasure,” he finally managed. “You’ve been my favorite actress since I was twelve.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Oh, have I?” I chuckled. “Thank you, Izzy. I appreciate it more than you know.”

Izzy let himself grin- a wide grin that spread over his entire face and brought warmth to his cold color and features. I found myself smiling as well.

“So,” I linked my arm in his, as we exited backstage and out into the starry night. “Tell me about yourself.”

Also tagging: @greeneyezblackheart- the number one Izzy girl I know! 🖤

#This was not one of my better works but I promise I really did try #Hopefully it's okay #Izzy Stradlin #Guns N' Roses #80s #80s rock stars #80s band #fanfiction #writing

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Hello, I am a big fan of your writing 😄 Could you do a fic where a college aged Roger Taylor and the reader who have been dating for a while and they are waiting on a home pregnancy test? While they wait the reminisce about what they have gone through together and the good times. When the results are ready it's negative and they are relieved. Thank you!

Hi there nonnie! You got it! I will have two endings: one where the test is positive, and one where it is negative.

Per Anon's request, Reader here is a person whose body is able to have children, but because gender is not specified in the request, the reader will be gender neutral and can be read to identify however you would like!

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! If you like it- reblog or leave a comment!

Warnings: Mentions of sex and some steamy bits but no specifics or details, mentions of drinking and drunkness, discussions of pregnancy, and mentions of abortion. But plenty of fluff!

Word Count: 1K

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You reached for the pink kitchen timer in the shape of an egg and twisted it to fifteen minutes. That’s all it would take. That would be the moment of truth. Just fifteen little minutes and you would know for sure.

The timer was placed on the shelf of the sink. Right next to it was a pending pregnancy test. You placed both hands on the counter, looked into the mirror at your own face, and took in a deep breath. You held it, then released.

Watching the little white stick for fifteen minutes would only make you feel worse about the results you did not want yet.

Walking out, you saw Roger on the couch. You told him your period was late. Two days wasn’t much, but it was something. He turned over and looked at you.

“Hey, love,” he greeted.

“Hey,” you responded.

He opened his arms, and you followed him, plopping onto the couch. You nestled your head onto his chest where you felt it’s steady heartbeat. He wrapped both arms around you, one rubbing on your back. Another found a free hand of yours and held it.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Mmmph, you’re not the one getting tested.”

“Fair enough.”

He noticed your breaths were quick inhales and sharp exhales through your nose. It was troubling for him to hear such. He could even hear your heart pick up.

“Hey, Y/N...do you remember how we met?” he asked.

You looked up.

“What was it like on your end?” he asked.

“We’ve told this story before…”

“Nah, I’d like to hear It from you…” Roger responded.

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You met at a bar. It was dark and there was that odd smell that came with beer- like you could smell bread baking from the wheat that was concocted inside the drink. It was that mixture of bakeries and bars- something delicious was being created to be consumed and enjoyed.

But you could not enjoy that beer in peace. A man who looked far older than you and quite odious slid up to you. He was smiling and trying to get your attention.

“Excise me…I’m just not in the mood tonight. Would you leave me alone, please?” you asked politely.

“What?? Don’t you like a free drink?” he asked, peeved.

You felt your blood run cold when you heard a voice:

“Hey! I’ll get you anything you want, and you leave ‘em alone!”

You turned around to see…maybe not the most handsome man you met, but the most beautiful. You almost dropped your jaw. He had large blue eyes with thick lashes, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful, silky blonde hair you had ever seen. And he was walking up to you. You began to talk for hours and then traded numbers with smiling faces.

Your first kiss was in the rain. Roger had turned oddly romantic. He wanted to go to a museum of great interest to you. There was a special exhibit for only a limited time- a certain painter you adored. He bought you tickets- nice tickets! And this was before the band got off it’s feet too!

You grabbed his hand, ooing and aaaahing at the art. He smiled and admired it. If he thought anything rude about it, he kept it to himself. Even if he might have appeared low brow, he knew beauty when he saw it.

Once you walked out, it began to rain. Howling with laughter from the surprise of cold water splattering on your heads, you took off your jackets and huddled under them, running to the nearest shade you could find. One was a large tree planted in the sidewalk, proving a relief of raindrops. They weren’t a torrent, but manageable small drips every now and then. You both looked at each other, eyes bright from running and hair damp.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?”

You nodded yes.

You tasted the hamburger he ate for lunch, his tongue collided with yours, but his lips felt soft. On your book, it was a perfect first kiss.

It didn’t stop at kissing of course. The first time you did the deed, it was three days later. You had been studying over at his place. Luckily, he ordered in food, complete with dessert. As you put aside your flashcards, you gave a deep sigh.

“How do you feel, Y/N?”

“Good! I feel good about it!”

“Well then, guess we have time for this then!”

He grabbed you around the waist and pulled you onto his lap. You began to make out. Furiously. And you didn’t want it to stop this time.

As you sat there, you gave him a naughty smile. Then you quickly pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the floor. From the quick blinking and half grin, he gave you, he was not going to stop you.

“Rog…Rog I want you…” you said, placing his lovely face in your hands as you began to kiss him again and again.

“I want you…” you trailed down to his neck. You felt his body relax beneath yours “so bad…”

“Have me then…” he said. He unbuttoned his own shirt. Soon you felt the warmth of each other’s bare skin against the others. And it didn’t stop at your shirts.

You were there for every concert you could make it to. You cheered loudly as you could. Despite the numerous groupies with their claws pointed at Roger, he shooed them away. They would give you a glare before moving onto the next band member in sight. None of you minded that much. There were times you goofed off with drinking games and then would dance all night to your favorite songs before wandering to the house.

“Damn…” Roger would say…he reached into the closet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. He got out two shot glasses.

“Rog! It’s five in the morning? And you’re drinking vodka???” you gasped.

“Why else do it? We had an amazing concert and we're celebrating! We’re alive and it’s here, we might as well enjoy it!”

And then sleep until the afternoon when you woke up tangled in each other’s arms but smiling.

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As you were warm from thinking of those things there was a “Ding! Ding! Ding!” from the bathroom. The timer went up.

The moment of truth.

“Here it is…” you said nervously.

Roger took your hand and walked you to the bathroom. Shaking, you reached over and looked at the stick.

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Ending One: Positive-

Two lines. Two clear little pink lines. Roger was next to you; he clutched your hand. The inhale you were taking stopped in your throat. The stick was even moving with you hand. You kept blinking, then you let out a sharp exhale.

“Y/N….my Y/N, what do you think?” he asked.

This was huge. He couldn’t imagine what you were going through in your head.

“Y/N, if you need an abortion, I’ll help you. I’ll play the drums extra hard, I’ll pitch in what I have, I’ll help you to make it happen- we’ll find a clinic that’s safe and then you won’t have to..."

You let out a laugh, tears were already in your eyes, and you shook your head.

“No Roger! No!”

He tilted his head and squinted his blue eyes.

“No?”

“I mean, thank you! It’s kind of you to offer…but no!!!”

You hugged him with both arms, the test still in your hand, dangling off, the two lines staring at Roger. You gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“Here’s what…I…I want to keep the baby…”

“Keep it? Then…then this is big, Y/N…but…you’re happy?”

“I am happy! I am happy that I have a part of you with me, always- that there’s going to be a person half you and half me out there in the world! I…I’ve wanted to be pregnant for a while now! And I want to have your baby!”

You relaxed in his arms and melted onto his shoulder.

You let go and he held your hands, pulling you close still.

“Y/N…we will do what we can…I…I never thought a year ago I would say this but…I will be a dad to this baby. I won’t leave you and I won’t leave the kid inside you either! You don’t have to be afraid now- you mean so much to me and if that means taking this on, I won’t mind…"

Outside you heard birds chirping as if celebrating. Roger licked his lips and then frowned, eyes looking down.

"But...I'll try...even if I’m not ready to be a dad…” he confessed.

“Will we ever be ready to be parents?” you asked.

There was a pause. The clock ticked as if in silent reply and outside a car passed by.

“Then…then we’ll raise the baby together.”

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Ending Two: Negative.

There was only one line. There were two sighs. Roger was relieved secretly- no responsibilities. No human life to concern himself about. Y/N blinked and rechecked again and again, and then set it down.

“Well…well then!” you announced.

“Why, Y/N…we might need to celebrate!” Roger suggested.

“I…I think so!”

He went to the kitchen, even though it was still the afternoon, and the sun was shining through the windows.

“Let’s have a drink- it’s something you would have to miss out on! We can throw in some coffee too! And all the stuff you wouldn’t be able to enjoy if you were pregnant!”

Sure enough he brought out the drinks and you were enjoying it. You both held small champagne glasses.

“Part of me…wants to be pregnant. Wants to be a mama. But I…I’m not so sure…”

“It’s a lot of work, Y/N. And…with the band…we’re enjoying what we have…”

“You know…you’re right! I like my life! I like my college and my classes and my friends!"

"No one wants to miss out on those!" Roger commented.

You played with the rim of your cup and looked down, then back up through your lashes at Roger

" Plus, there’s this handsome drummer I’m dating…” you added.

He leaned against the kitchen counter cockily.

“What’s he like?” Roger asked.

“Hilarious. Smart. Talented. Creative. Bold. Fearless. Passionate. Fiery. And best of all…he’s mine…” you praised.

“Same to you, darling.” He replied with a smile that could melt winter.

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yunwooz · 5 months

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anon who sent in the text about the translation! you don't have to reply to this if you're done talking on the matter, and i didn't think what i said could be taken in such a twisted way because you didn't point it out, but the notes proved me otherwise. i just want to clarify that i did NOT mean or ever intend to take away accountability from soobin on any aspect of the matter, and him making a statement as far back as 2022 doesn't mean that talking about it right now won't add to the fact that it is already wrong that he mentioned it in a positive light, no matter how long ago. i meant that on top of it being disturbing that he's watching/talking about mia, he's also mentioning it once more when there's literal genocide, most of which is taking away the lives of literal children. so gore subjecting kids to such torture itself is disgusting but to mention it shows the lack of emotional intelligence on top of consuming of questionable anime on his part and that is something he needs to fix, not me being 'oh no he's incapable of being emotionally intelligent enough to know that he shouldn't mention mia right now' and not me implying that him consuming that piece of media is fine but because of the current state of the world, it's wrong to mention. i should have thought my ask out more and written the it after reading it over and clarifying my stance instead of sending in such a vague statement, i apologize if it came off that way. i literally lost my 18 year old childhood friend when she was visiting her grandparents and passed away in the bombings on sunday, oct the 8th. i'm still mentally disturbed from it so i'm much more sensitive and felt even worse seeing soobin talk about that show because it made me think back to how it's all happening to literal kids and families i know. i'm not reaching for sympathy right now, just stating where that point came out of me from and also want to clear up that i condemn his actions and not trying to manipulate anyone into sympathizing with him or anyone else part of this. and i never mentioned taeyong or woozi or mingi and only wanted to add that in to clear up the facts surrounding the situation, so that people don't just base their judgement on words that have a negative connotation to them; and idk if this analogy gets my point across but like how a murderer should be put on trial for killing people but one can't simply add that he stabbed them twice if he did it once⏤that changes how the case is viewed.

also! i didn't say that you are emotionally unintelligent for speaking up about the matter, i said that soobin is lacking it because on top of him doing something talking about the manga with fans currently, which takes away any ounce of consideration one would have towards people who might get triggered (like i did) knowing that he's watching content that is disturbing to that extent while it is a reality some are living and is being documented live. please do not misinterpret and distort my words (not you, the person in the notes) because as vague as the statement was in my point of view too, one thing i did not say was that you are emotionally unintelligent for talking about the matter. rather, i appreciate all that you're doing when it is not your job to do so, but are doing anyway so that people following you/around you are informed.

i don't wanna add too much because i think your words stand for themselves and i don't wanna speak over that! thank you for clarifying that genuinely i did misunderstand some of what you meant, i too am trying to be as respectful as i can in my responses to all these asks, so while i misunderstood you to say that i'm lacking emotional intelligence, i didn't want to latch onto that which is why i didn't mention it initially. i truly don't believe that anyone intentionally tried to misinterpret or distort what you were saying!! and in the misunderstanding, we did perceive it to be a harsh and very nasty statement which is why i'm glad you clarified that that's not what you intented or meant in the slightest. yes it is especially more ignorant for him to be bringing up a show that contains such violence towards children - in addition to him speaking positively about it and why it's bad to begin with. i'll try not to say the same things over and over again as i have been doing but genuinely to endorse something that displays violence towards children is beyond questionable. i did not even think to view it from that perspective myself so i appreciate you bringing that view of the matter to the conversation. and truly truly i hope that you are able to find peace and comfort and that you can look after your own well-being as well with all that's happening

#luna.answers #gore mention #death mention tw

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laf-outloud · 2 years

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In the wake of that anti anon spewing whatever garbage at you, I just wanted to stop by and say thank you.

I've hovered back and forth between a few of the "anti Jared hate" blogs over the last couple years and, even though they are firmly pro-Jared, they still get a bit...intense for me. So I've never followed them because despite them being pro-Jared that's still too much negativity for me.

I've seen your blog pop up on their posts from time to time and I have to say that I really appreciate that your replies always seem to be level headed and calm and overall just come from a supportive, encouraging voice.

You obviously refuse to take any shit, but when upset anons come to you, you take the time to offer alternative takes and push us to think about what we're actually upset about and whether we're pointing our emotions at the correct source (i.e. Jensen vs execs, etc.).

Anyway I just really appreciate that your blog is primarily a positive place, but also a safe place for us to reach out when we're upset and you'll calmly respond in a way that really does help, even if it wasn't the answer we were expecting.

Thank you 💙

Anon, you've managed to make me tear up, which is quite a feat! Thank you so much for your wonderfully kind words. It warms my heart to see that my little blog can help, even in it's own small way. I may not always get it right, and sometimes I can get pretty salty, but I'm grateful to have this place where I can share my opinions with like-minded people and to know that others, like yourself, appreciate what I have to say!

#lovely anons!#making my get emotional #love back to my friendly anons!#ask box

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theangryjikooker · 2 months

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made me giggle a bit seeing people saying you're "spamming" the jikook tag with "negativity". i don't have shipper friends or interact with shippers; when it comes to this specific part of fandom it's just me, my RTs and the sort of big accounts i like. it's always a shock to get smacked with the reality that people are actually very much serious about this, it's not just a silly little thing to indulge in.

so people see a post of someone saying "i stopped entertaining the possibility that jikook could be something more than friends" in their favorite tag, so what?? have people lost the ability to scroll? is their peace that fragile?

i'm also thinking in general, not just this specific instance, i've always been someone that has to dig deep and go past whatever is popular in a fandom to reach the content or people i vibe with. scrolling past shit i don't like or even blocking has always been very ordinary for me, so i genuinely don't understand people that have to announce to everyone that they found something they don't vibe with in their little corner of fandom. welcome to the club lol.

idk as much as i always liked jikook, jikookers spaces have never been ideal to me because i came from the OG problematic shippers fandom aka 1d fans, so i really wanted my fan experience to be better than that (it ended up being sooo much worse but that's a discourse for another day). i've never made it anyone's problem but mine to deal with.

i feel like everyone on here could use a little drink of the "it's never that serious" juice.

Oh my word, thank you for this. Please be the voice to all my other anons who have trouble with this.

To god complex anon, this is directed at you. It’s quite puzzling to me that as a non-shipper, you have trouble grasping what comes easily to someone else. You seem to have an inability to compartmentalize my presence in a space densely populated by shippers, despite the fact that it isn’t their space. Tumblr isn’t inherently a shipping space; the Jikook tags aren’t solely geared towards those who ship them. Shippers have arrogantly claimed their right to the tag, have made it all about them when it’s not.

My criticism of shippers and their way of shipping is, quite literally, just that. Your submission seemed to indicate that you believe people who peruse or lurk these tags and read about Jikook are exclusively shippers. Not all of them are—a minority they may be, yes, but there are a number of us who respect Jkk and appreciate their interactions but don’t subscribe to the dogmatic ideologies of shippers. Naturally, most of us are going to overlap in areas where Jikook can be talked about. It’s truly not rocket science.

Now, if I were going into a Jikook private server, made specifically for Jkk shippers, and I expressed my opinions as gospel, then of course I’d be the asshole and I’d have zero right to be there. But on Tumblr? Seriously?

I would also argue that shippers have proven they have the god complex, because far too often (and they’re sitting in my inbox, ignored, as I have no time to repeat myself ad nauseum) I have to defend my ability to even express my opinions, critical though they may be. And the heinous part of it all is that they know people like me are in the minority; they know that they and the rest of their cult can dogpile what are essentially dissenters because they have the numbers and support on their side.

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And to the rest of you who are choosing to be argumentative just to be argumentative, my use of the “bts shipping” tag is because this post (like many others) is talking about BTS shipping. This is grade school stuff, guys, come on.

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I will also add—because a reminder is constantly needed—when I talk about “shippers”, I’m singling out the problematic ones who’ve made it their personality, who also happen to be the most vocal and are unable to mouth off in their own blog instead of harassing me on mine.

#TAJ asks #darling anon #jikook #kookmin #bts shipping

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enigma-absolute · 3 years

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You push people away then wonder why they leave? You’re creating your problems by not addressing them.

I don’t think I worded myself quite right.

I see/find it more as I’m waiting for someone to talk first (since I’ve often been the one to do that and hope as I don’t come off as annoying) and wonder if they care about me at all.

And then your ask kicks in as a fair point and it’s come all full circle.

#anonymous #do not reblog #do not like #Chris’s unintentional therapy #<- this here’s quite a personal tag now so please don’t reblog or like any posts with this #if you weren’t involved in this before please don’t go into it now since this is HIGHLY personal #i appreciate anon for reaching out and i know their words were not in negativity #but this is something which more or less needs to be taken IRL now to be dealt with #i hope #anon whoever you are: thank you. i probably needed this ask more than i realised /gen

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Heyy rory!! Can I request a Levi x Reader for me please? Canon setting btw. So reader is getting uncomfortable with this one soldier who keeps on pestering them with inappropriate comments and Levi notices and deals with them?? And then the rest is fluff between reader and levi?? Yea i’ll leave that portion to u. :3 i’ve been recently experiencing sickening stuff so I thought that I would head over to a writer to deliver some fluff for me, so that’s it! Tysm and love your works <3 Stay Safe!

if i had to give you a name, it would be 'my hero' — levi ackerman

— levi ackerman x female reader (canonverse)

— warnings: harassment, men being disgusting pigs (never levi tho), one-sided pining

— summary: levi comes into terms with his feelings with some flowers after accompanying you on your day off, and after warding off a soldier ruining your day.

— word count: 3.2k

— notes: i hope this still makes you feel better, anon !! i'm so sorry for replying to this late but here it is !! i hope you're doing alright there. always make sure to give some time to yourself (self-care is important!!) and always remember that i'm here to shoo that negativity away from you (negativity begone!). thank you for loving my works and may your day be as amazing and sweet as you are !! <333

reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

One of the most blissful moments you ever looked forward to was knowing you have nothing in your schedule for one day.

The feeling of strolling through town would instantly put a smile on your face. The very thought of wearing one of the unused dresses that were pushed to the back of your closet and letting yourself pretend that you were never a scout with your life on the line — fills your stomach with butterflies. The sense of normalcy was always something that got you in a jovial mood, one that even some of the cadets notice the moment you entered the Mess Hall, with the pretty dress you don and the giddy smile pulling on your lips turning heads as you pass by. And what better way to spend this day than with one of your close friends, being the person sipping on a cup of his daily dose of black tea across from you — stopping for a moment when he noticed that you were already grinning at him. Not to mention that this friend of yours held some feelings that friends weren’t supposed to have for one another, all obvious in the flush of heat spreading over his face as he roamed his eyes over your dolled-up figure.

It wasn’t a surprise that you were considered as one of the more eye-appealing higher-ups in the Survey Corps — Levi already knowing that fact. You were always a participant in the galas thrown in the Inner Walls of Sina alongside Erwin, catching some aristocratic eyes with your looks and crafted words. Your beauty was known even in the noble circle that they seek you out whenever the Survey Corps attended their parties to find sponsors. He even heard some whispers from the cadets about how fit you look while training some of them. It took everything in Levi not to make himself known to those teenagers, giving them an impulsive decision of cleaning the entirety of the base. He chose to brush them off. But now, the whispers of admiration covered the Mess Hall because of your rare outfit. Even though it reached the middle of your calves and covered your entire arms, the bodice accentuated your figure, even more, making Levi blink for a few moments.

You’re a sight — a storybook fairy emerging from the woodlands.

“Good morning, Levi,” you greeted him before picking on your breakfast. “Are you ready for our stroll in town?”

Levi hummed. “Yeah. I need more tea.”

“I hear the tea shop has new blends delivered today. We’ll check it out later.”

He nodded, occasionally glancing at you for the duration of breakfast.

When you two finished your meals, Levi waited for you at the opened double doors of the huge chamber, eyes never looking away as you tell your squad members that you’ll be back at the end of the day. With a final wave goodbye at the cadets under your supervision, you walked beside Levi to the barracks.

There were no signs of an incoming downpour, the skies azure enough to aid you in your little adventure finding new novels in the bookstore. It has been long overdue — finding a good book to indulge yourself in after a stressful day of hunching over paperwork. There was this book that Armin suggested to you one time during training and the image of you picking up that novel pulled your lips in an excited smile. Books weren’t the only thing in your mind, you were also thinking of picking up sweets for Hange since they have been craving the sugar cookies you brought last time. Your eagerness to be surrounded by different stores reached Levi, his small smile joining yours as you two rode in the direction of the town.

If there was one thing that you hated, it was being stopped while you were walking with a destination in mind. Especially if that person never made it into your good graces.

It wasn’t even thirty minutes in your time around town and somebody already ruined it with their cocky smirk and pompous gait. What’s worse was that Levi mentioned searching for the cleaning products he needed before telling you that you two should separate for a moment. You were just about to make your way to the bakery, the home of the decadent sugar cookies, when someone from the military stopped you in your tracks. You looked up at the towering man and your eyes immediately zoned on the insignia stamped on their left chest pocket. Fucking unicorns, according to Levi’s words. Just your luck, the Military Police were the last people you needed to see on this day off. You shift your attention to some of the vendors shouting their products, uneasiness creeping through every fiber of your body.

“Well, if it isn’t the pretty Section Commander from the Survey Corps,” the soldier all but grinned in that haughty way some of the Military Police seemed to carry. “It’s been a while since I last saw you. Was it last month when the Survey Corps once again played beggar in the Inner Walls? Pity how such a fair maiden like you,” he reached out a hand to brush against your face but you took a step back the moment you saw it, “belongs to a group of reckless individuals who screams about saving humanity by being eaten. Why don’t you quit and be a loyal housewife instead? You seem to fit the description with that attire.”

“That group of reckless individuals you mentioned was the reason why you even have the faintest clues of the monsters lurking outside our Walls right now. When Wall Maria and Rose fell, who was it that helped the Garrison kill all those Titans who managed to weasel their way in our territory? While you lot were helping yourselves to a life of privilege, we are planning on reclaiming Wall Maria and expanding our lands.” You were seeing red, hands bunching your skirts as you enunciated every word. But the man continued to laugh disdainfully at your pitiful attempt to shove him out of your way. The soldier walked closer to you until you were pressed on the wall of one of the shops. “W-What are you doing? Move aside!”

He laughed maniacally at the sight of you pushing his chest. He didn’t pay any heed to your struggle, opting to trail his fingers on the side of your face. You recoiled at this slimy touch, which made the unnamed soldier cackle even more. “It’s so amazing that one of the soldiers boasted by the Survey Corps can be reduced to this. Come on, sweetheart, you’re not wearing your uniform so spend the day with me.”

“Get away from me,” you fought back.

He wrapped his hand around your upper arm in a tight grip. “Stop struggling, sweetheart. I promise you’ll have a good time with me.”

“I swear to God if you don’t let me go,” you hissed at him, wrapping his wrist in the same tight grip he had on you. “I’m pretty sure Dok wouldn’t like hearing one of his soldiers harassing a higher-up in the Survey Corps. So, stand down, soldier, if you value your position in your brigade more than your life.”

“You look so cute saying that remark. Makes me want to—”

The soldier was immediately cut off when somebody pulled on his collar and pressed his entire face on the wall beside you. A livid Levi continued pushing the man to the wall until continuous grunts of pain came from the soldier. You took him in with wide eyes since it looked like he was contemplating beating the man to a pulp. You noticed the bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots in his grip and how they contrasted with the hard glare he was sporting at the moment. It suited his beauty but the murderous look on his face could wither the flowers on the spot if you don’t have plans on stepping in. You roam your eyes over his body and you noticed that there were no signs of the cleaning products he mentioned before you separated.

The whole time you were staring at your friend, Levi was murmuring threats in the soldier’s ears.

“She clearly said to let her go, you bastard,” Levi drawled, pushing the man to the wall harder at every word. “How many of those do you need to leave her alone? Fucking idiots like you are the hard ones to deal with. Do you need a beating to get it to your head that she doesn’t like your company? You even stopped her when she’s going to the bakery, you fucker.” He didn’t pay any attention to the whimpers, yes, whimpers, coming out of the man’s mouth. While his right hand twisted the soldier’s arm until they hurt, the flowers were still carried with care Levi’s other hand. “Next time, if you think of hitting on any other woman again like a desperate piece of shit, I’ll make sure to have Erwin tell Nile Dok that you unicorn pieces of shit couldn’t afford to stay in line, much less be the soldiers you signed up to be.”

“Ackerman,” the soldier squeaked, body trembling as he looked between you and the shorter man behind him. “I didn’t know you’re with the Section Commander.”

“I’m always with her and I can’t have you ruining her day off.”

“Levi, I think it’s more fitting if you let him go,” you calmly reminded him, putting a gentle hand on his flexing arm. “We can’t risk him sputtering to the other Military Police about how he got manhandled by you.” You turned to the soldier, who was breathing heavily in fright. “It’s so amazing that one of the soldiers protected by the Military Police can be reduced to this pathetic mess.” You looped your arm with Levi and pulled him away from the soldier. Surprisingly, he relented but not before directing a glare at the soldier that fixed the latter in his place. “Let’s go, Levi.”

The smell of pastries welcomed you as you and Levi finally stepped inside the bakery. Cakes of different glazes and fruit toppings caught your attention on the display counter. Before you could make your way to get some slices for your midnight snack later, Levi cleared his throat. You turned around and you got nearly smacked in the face by the bouquet he was carrying earlier. Peering at him from above the flowers, you detect a faint pink shade on the apples of his cheeks.

“For you,” he simply told you.

“Oh, thank you,” you replied, still bewildered that Levi bought you some flowers. You carefully lift them to your nose with a smile. The fresh scent of the flowers he picked intermingled with one another. “They’re lovely, Levi. Why chrysanthemums though?”

A more prominent blush was only your answer. Levi looked at anywhere but you as he walked to the counter of the bakery, some of the patrons giving him a second look while he passed by. Even though he wasn’t dressed in his Scouts uniform, he can still catch someone’s attention. You admired him as if it was second nature to you, only catching yourself doing so when his silver stare met with your spacey ones. A wave of heat covered your face as you walked towards him, avoiding his inquisitive eyes.

The person at the counter finally received your order of two packs of sugar cookies and a box of various slices before you suggested to Levi that sitting at one of the tables would be perfect for your wait. The two of you chose a booth that was situated right by the window, the two chairs facing each other with a dainty table separating them. While you were making yourself comfortable on your seat, Levi positioned his chair so that it will be adjacent to yours instead of being across from you. You only noticed it when you looked up from putting the bouquet on your lap, Levi’s expressionless face closer to yours. You felt his fingers drifting right by your ear. Your eyes were wide as you watched him gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. The small brush of contact went straight to your heart. Levi’s touch was so delicate that you almost thought you could see how his eyes softened underneath the halo of sunlight coming from the window. These small actions he did around you were so subtle that you completely overlook them, especially if there were a crowd of people surrounding you.

But now, it’s just the two of you inside this little corner of the bakery. Your sights were only set on him, nobody else.

“There, I can see your face even better,” Levi murmured as if his words were intended for your ears only. “Tch, you didn’t pin your hair this time and you were looking down most of the time today.”

You took a lock of hair and examined it, a pretty smile lighting up your face. “Really? I thought it’ll be nice not to pin my hair for the day.”

Levi stared at you, eternity washing over the two of you for just a moment. The eye contact broke when the person from the counter placed your sugary treats on your table with a large smile, thanking you for your patronage. As much as you wanted to stay within the warm walls of the bakery, you still had so much to do since having days off were pretty much rare even in the Survey Corps. The chatters of the marketplace once again flitted through your ears as you and Levi went out of the establishment. There were a few things you wanted to buy but you still turned to Levi before going off to your next destination.

“You want to go get some tea, right? Let’s go there next.”

Wordlessly nodding at your suggestion, Levi followed you through the throng of people filing around the town. When you were becoming out of his sight, he hastened his pace and tugged at the back of your dress. He leaned a little to press his lips against your ear. “Slow down now, will you?” It made your heart rate pick up. Levi noticed how every action of his made you flustered and it flared the spark of hope inside his chest out of his control. From the flowers, he hoped you’d notice his little advances during this day. He stopped tugging on the fabric of your dress, wrapping his arm around your waist until his hand rested on your hip. It felt so right that Levi kept the proximity the duration of your walk to the teashop.

The small bell ringing upon your arrival alerted the shop owner, their eyes visibly brightening at the sight of the two important people in the Survey Corps.

“Mr. Ackerman! Ms. [Last Name]! Welcome, welcome,” they greeted with a huge smile. “We have a new batch of tea blends that I know would suit both of your tastes. Ms. [Last Name], I remember your inquiry of some flower and fruit teas and it’s just your luck that there’s still some left today!”

You nodded; a kind grin painted on your lips. The teashop owner has always been a pure soul that had the same air as the baker you just visited. You walked to the counter, peering down at the small bags of tea placed by the shop owner. There were a series of scents that you only envisioned in orchards and flower meadows. What caught your eye was the butterfly pea flower tea. You could only imagine what color they hold once brewed and enjoyed in a small cup. With your decision, you looked up at the shop owner. “I’ll have this butterfly pea flower tea and the raspberry hibiscus one.”

“Excellent choice, miss! They just arrived and I can guarantee they taste the way you like them. What about you, Mr. Ackerman?”

You turned to Levi who was also eyeing the small bag of dried pink petals, eyes flickering between the dried petals and you. He straightened, hand snug in the pocket of his jacket. “Just my usual black tea and some chamomile, too.”

“I’ll pack them right away, then.”

He nodded. He watched as you walked away and examined some tea blends displayed around the shop, picking up a box of herbal tea along the way. His stormy eyes followed you, occasionally glancing at the dried petals he was interested in earlier. “Actually, can you also pack some of these pink petals?” His question caught your attention but he didn’t meet your curious eyes. Sure, he was not one to try anything other than his usual favored teas but your sparkling eyes while staring at the rare blends pierced his heart.

“Sure, Mr. Ackerman!”

He wanted to try these new teas with you later.

The day was coming to an end and the sound of children laughing along the streets gradually silenced as the town prepared for another bustling night. Your hands were full with the bags of books and produce that you sometimes stock whenever you want to use the kitchens for a special meal late at night. (It was a good thing that the cook allowed you to place your bought vegetables and eggs there, who knows what might happen if you let your groceries rot inside your quarters.) The walk back to your horses painted the atmosphere into something soothing — you walking ahead of Levi and the onyx-haired man longingly trailing his eyes over your back.

Orange and carnation hues washed over your figure. It illuminated your hair and your skin, making you ethereal in Levi’s eyes. Your dress was billowing against the breeze, brushing through your locks. You were so elegant for Levi, even the way you fly around in your ODM gear or how you execute your hand-to-hand combat skills. Everything you do is like a craft made by a dancer and the entire world was your stage. Levi was just one of the admirers among the audience. Years of pining was one of the many reasons why you’re shining in front of Levi right now.

“You want to know why I picked those specific flowers?”

He didn’t wait for any sign from you that you heard him.

“The florist asked me if I have someone in mind and I unconsciously answered ‘yes’.” Levi lowered his gaze to the flowers tucked in your arms. “They picked those out for me because they said the flowers are perfect for what I felt.” Your irises glinted from the sunset and suddenly Levi’s thoughts vanished. “I know this world of ours isn’t suited for romance but I just want to let you know that I have always been a secret admirer of yours.

“You don’t have to be obligated in reciprocating my feelings.

“Just remember that you already became the owner of my heart.

“Please don’t forget about me.”

God, you look so beautiful with that smile. “Your feelings reached me, Levi.”

Their story was just beginning and that was their prologue.

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bentobarnes · 2 years

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❝𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 ; 𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔❞

⤿ word count : 2.1k

⤿ requested by anon (thank you!) : you push bucky away until you can't anymore...

warnings : torture, blood, death (losing someone you love), some angst, fluff ending, sad bucky

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

"I can't believe you broke Zemo out of prison!" Sam murmured under his nose but Bucky heard him and gave away his dead stare. Sam only furrowed his brows.

"So can I ask something?" Zemo carefully approached but he was met by Bucky's and Sam's loud negative answers. "My apologies."

They were in a garage. The smell of exhaust fumes and car oil filled the air. The room was painted in dark colors, the furniture was dirty with all kinds of instruments and splashed chemicals. The shelves had a thick layer of dust.

"Have you seen her in a while?" Sam asked Bucky, giving him a worried look as Bucky's head fell down. His feet seemed like the most interesting thing right now as he was fidgeting with his thumbs.

"A couple of weeks ago, yeah... It was..." He took a deep breath, Sam patiently waiting and Zemo had no idea what was happening or who were they talking about. "It didn't end well."

It was a bright, sunny day. Bucky had woken up early and the air outside his apartment was still fresh. He was just beginning to get used to sending texts and using his phone so when he saw you texting him at such an early hour, he smiled.

James enjoyed your company. He met you before he was sent to Wakanda and you helped Steve and the others with Tony's team. He didn't expect you to be that kind to him after everything he had done but somehow you were different. You didn't judge him, you only smiled and extended your hand to greet him. He couldn't forget how soft your hand was, your herbal scent filling his nose.

But his smile didn't stay for long when he read your message. You were saying that you wanted to meet him for the last time before going away. His heart skipped a beat. You wanted to meet him tonight and tonight was very far away.

"I'm sorry, James. I just wanted to meet and say goodbye." You said, looking in his eyes. Little did he know you were trying to fight your voice from shaking and your heart from breaking.

"Where are you going? We have been doing soo well till now... Did I make something wrong?" He was starting to panic but your tiny giggle made his heart sink even deeper in his chest.

"You haven't done anything, Buck... I can't tell you where I'm going but here take this." You took his hand a placed a small note in his big palm. "It's the phone number I will be using. If you need my help, give me a call." You didn't want to let go of his hand but you did, you had to.

By the time Bucky was walking home after your meeting, the weather got worse out of nowhere. It was dark and cold, the city was ripped by the loud noise of thunders. When he reached his apartment it was already pouring with rain.

"We need her. You should call her." Sam instructed but saw Bucky's hesitance. "Or I can do it." He added.

"No... No. I will do it." He let out a shaky breath and took the note out of his pocket, entering the numbers in his contacts.

Bucky put the phone on his ear, listening to it ring. He hated this sound, it was an annoying reminder of how you weren't here. Until it stopped and you picked up the phone.

"Buck? Is that you?" Your voice filled his ears and his breath got stuck in his throat.

"Yeah, Y/N... It's me... Listen..." His gaze focused on Sam, who gave him a reassuring nod. "We broke Zemo out of prison -"

"You did what!" You exclaimed. You knew too well what Zemo did to Bucky but why break him out of prison?

"I and Sam need your help as well as his..." He started and explained the whole story. "He told us that we need to go to Madripoor and if you want to help us you can meet us at this airport... I will send you the address."

"I will be there." You answered almost immediately, not even caring about the address or where you were going. You didn't want Bucky to stay a second alone with Zemo.

The next day the trio found themselves at the airport. It was a sunny day but there was a harsh cold wind making it necessary for a jacket.

As they approached the airplane, Bucky saw a small figure sitting on the stairs in front of the flying machine. He could recognize that figure anywhere. No one could pull out a leather jacket than you even Natasha.

"Hey, guys!" You stood up and offered a smile. "And Zemo." Removing your sunglasses you looked coldly into his eyes. That's when Bucky saw them.

The little cuts on your face, the fading bruises which you didn't bother hiding with makeup. He wanted to ask you what happened, to make the person who did this to you pay but he couldn't because something between you had changed.

Sitting in the plane, Zemo was drinking whiskey and reading a book. Sam was trying to tease Bucky and you just stared at the empty seat in front of you. Maybe it would have been normal if you stayed like this for 2 minutes but it was more than 30 and your gaze was still focused on the seat.

*flashback*

"No, please! Don't do it!" You felt the cobbled surface digging deep into the skin of your knees as a man stood behind you, holding your head up, pulling you by the hair.

"If you don't tell us where the files are, I will shoot her!" Shouted the big man in a grey suit, as he pressed his pistol harder onto your mission partner's head.

"I told you, I don't know! Please, we have no idea!" You pleaded, you could feel your voice becoming more of a helpless cat cry.

Then he shot her. The bullet went straight through her skull and her lifeless body fell on the ground.

You knew this girl for years. She was like a best friend to you, keeping all your secrets and memories, training and working together.

The stream of blood, her blood made its way in the small ways between the rocks.

"Y/N?" Sam tried to bring you back from your stay but your gaze was still not moving, Bucky looked concerned. "Y/N!" He shouted louder and snapped you out of your thoughts. "Listen to the plan." You nodded, feeling Bucky's eyes on you. You couldn't look at him, not when you knew how much you want to feel his arms around your body.

"James you need to become someone you claim is gone." You heard Zemo's monotone voice and Bucky saw the way your hand gripped the white leather of the seat, the way you squeezed your jaw. But you didn't say anything.

The moment Zemo finished with his plan, you went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror while gripping the edges of the sink you tried to remind yourself what you shouldn't do.

"You can't be with him! You need to push him back!" You screamed in your mind, gripping the surface harder, your knuckles turning white.

*flashback*

You slowly opened your eyes, the bright light in the hospital made your head pound. You could feel your brain inside your skull. You saw Natasha sitting in the chair next to your bed.

"What happened? Where is my sister?" You tried looking around the room but your eyes hurt too much. You remembered how you were carrying your sister in the blizzard, trying to keep her warm, and then everything was blank.

"I'm sorry, Y/N... When we found you it was already too late, you barely survived." Natasha took your hand.

"No! No... No! That's not possible! It should have been me!" You cried out. You had lost too many people.

Your sister, your two best friends, your parents. They all died because of you so you had to keep yourself away from Bucky.

"Y/N? You okay in there?" Bucky's voice came through the door.

"Yeah! I will be there in a minute!" You wiped away the tears that had rolled out of your eyes and tried to keep it cool.

Sam was wearing a deep red suit with golden flowers, Zemo his usual long coat with fur, Bucky was wearing a combat suit similar to the Winter Soldier one, it fully showed his arm. You loved the way the golden elements sparkled under the sun when you two used to walk in the park. You were wearing a long dark green dress with a snake ornament on your tight.

You found yourselves in a bar where Shelby was supposed to have built her "empire". When you entered you took the other direction away from the trio. You were going to step in if they needed help but for now, you had to gather all the info you could get your hands on.

As you were walking through the crowd of people you heard Zemo giving the order and Bucky attacked the person who came at them. Everyone turned to watch the show but it was soon over as Zemo gave another command. Your nails were cutting deep into the skin of your palm as your hands curled into fists. You couldn't bear seeing Bucky like this, you could see the powerless emotion in his eyes.

You saw them entering Shelby's room and immediately went out of the building to find yourself in the next one where you paid a man to take your weapons. You positioned your sniper on the window sill and looked at the scene.

They were talking, everything seemed to go well until Sam's phone rang. You knew this wasn't part of the plan and the moment you realized they were going to attack, you shot Shelby and a few other men.

You took your pistol and went out of the building but your heart sank when you saw how Bucky was limping. You couldn't take it anymore and rushed to him, cupping his jaw with both your palms.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Did I shoot you?" Your eyes were focused right on his and he saw how they were starting to water. He leaned into your touch.

"No, doll. It wasn't you, it was one of the guys. Don't worry, I'm okay." He placed his hands around yours and lifted them off his face only for him to repeat your action. He looked you in the eyes one last time before planting a small kiss on your forehead. "I'm proud of you."

You took his extended hand and helped him get in the car provided by Sharon, founding yourselves in her apartment.

It was raining. The soft echoes of the raindrops were filling the silence in the room as you got in bed. You were tired and your elbows were bloody from the chipped surface you were holding them on when you shot with the sniper. Feeling your eyes getting heavy, the knock on the door snapped you up.

"Come in!" You shouted, not even getting your head from the pillow.

"Hey, can we talk?" It was Bucky and his voice was barely above a whisper.

You lifted yourself into a sitting position, your back resting on the headboard, patting the free space next to you. He immediately came.

Before you could move your hand away, he grabbed it into his and slightly squeezed it.

"I missed you. I missed you soo much." He touched your palm with his forehead, as the shaky words slipped out of his mouth. "Why did you leave?"

"Please Buck..." You could feel your eyes watering and your voice getting shaky until you broke down. "I lost everyone I loved, Buck! They all died because of me! I don't want this to happen to you! I don't want to lose you because of me!" You cried out. "I prefer to watch you from a distance than putting your life at risk."

You felt warmth and coldness on both your cheeks, as his hands cupped your jaw.

"You are not putting me at risk, baby! I fell for you since we shook our hands! I know how it feels, that feeling of guilt but it wasn't your fault, doll... Can I?" He slowly wrapped his arms around your body still not touching you until you nodded. His arms wrapped around you into a tight hug. He let you cry your fears away. "Promise me to not run away this time... We will be alright, you and me... Everything is going to be alright." Bucky kissed the crown of your head.

"I promise, Buck... I should have told you earlier but I fell for you too that day..." You snuggled deeper into his chest.

It was the sound of this heartbeat that told you everything was going to be just fine.

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you.

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled.

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.”

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!”

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest.

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again.

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy.

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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bumbleklee · 3 years

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just read your unplanned pregnancy hcs and first of wow second could you maybe write a continuation to them like maybe during the pregnancy or once the baby (or babies they could have twins) are born. Albedo's had me appdiisodhs like i need answers and i need some closure lmao

sorry this has taken so long anon, been a crazy couple of weeks lol. part 2 to this

diluc's is kinda short bc his ended on a happy note (o´∀`o)

before reading: reader is written as afab and goes by they/them pronouns but feel free to change it to whatever you want in your head, pregnancy, babies

diluc

he adjusted the best he could when you decided to keep the baby

neither of you were expecting a child anytime soon but like you said before, maybe it was a sign

and with diluc's status in mondstadt, no one even batted an eye wrong in his direction

in fact, you were showered daily with gifts or food from the townspeople of mondstadt (there was a rumor that some thought you were bearing an heir to the invisible throne of mondstadt)

in the rare occasion someone said something negative about the pregnancy, usually someone drunk at the tavern, diluc was quick to shut them down

After you gave birth to your babies (yes, you had twins), you thought the overwhelming support from the people of Mondstadt would stop. Instead, it only increased.

When you and Diluc entered the city, each holding a baby, you were always crowded right away. Elderly woman would knit your babies clothes and the young teenagers offered babysitting services. It should have been overwhelming but since your pregnancy was unexpected (having twins was even more unexpected) the extra help was greatly appreciated.

Woodworkers built you cribs for free and shop owners happily donated extra stock for your children.

After a long day in Mondstadt, that was supposed to be a quick trip, Diluc collapsed on the couch. He had both babies in his arms, cuddling them to this chest, while you carried multiple bags full of goods.

"People are so generous," You huffed out, putting the bags down and falling back next to Diluc, "Almost too generous."

He laughed tiredly and readjusted himself so you could snuggle into his side. "It's better than them being hateful, right?"

You nodded in agreement, "Much better."

zhongli

he was right about no one crossing him during your pregnancy

when you went for walks around liyue around, people turned their heads and paid no attention to you

to zhongli, that was delightful - no one cared

to you, it was uncomfortable

you had mortal friends in liyue who had gotten pregnant after marriage and they were praised from strangers on the streets and given free food or wisdom from elders

but not you

You were almost to term when Zhongli wanted to take you out to dinner at the Liyue Pavilion. Childe had given him a hefty check as a Christmas gift and Zhongli wanted to spend it on you and your unborn baby.

The restaurant was packed for a weeknight and Zhongli left for a moment to use the restroom. You sat at the table, absentmindedly rubbing your belly and shoveling noodles into your mouth.

"Isn't that the town whore?"

The words made you freeze. You heard the voices behind you and refrained from spinning around and glaring at the young women.

"It is! I heard this is the third time she's gotten knocked up and her boyfriend wouldn't let her kill it this time!"

"Boyfriend? She's not even married? I would be so ashamed to have her as my daughter - her poor family."

You stopped eating then. The women giggled and their voices faltered away. Your hand stopped rubbing your belly and laid there, your other hand clenching your chopsticks.

You didn't even realize you were crying until Zhongli came back to the table and alerted you.

"Oh, um, hormones," You lied, dropping your chopsticks to roughly push away your tears. Your sniffled and looked up, dabbing at the corners of your eyes to try and stop the tears. "I'm really not hungry anymore. I'll meet you outside, okay?"

You struggled to stand up and once you did, you waddled outside of the restaurant. You tried to pull your cardigan over your belly but since you were so far along, there was no way to hide it. It felt like the world was caving in on you. People could be so cruel.

Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around you, pulling you into warmth. You smelled Zhongli's scent and clutched onto his shirt, letting even more tears fall.

"A worker told me what happened after you rushed out," He whispered into your ear, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" You sniffled.

"I wasn't there to protect you from them."

You looked up at Zhongli and he wiped away your tears. "Can we go on a vacation?"

When you said vacation, you didn't mean a week away to the beach. Honestly, you didn't feel safe in Liyue and you certainly didn't want to raise a baby in a city this strict.

"Of course we can," Zhongli said, immediately knowing what you meant, "Have you even been to Mondstadt?"

albedo

the minute you returned home on that eventful day, albedo began packing your bags

he knew what the knights were capable of and frankly, he didn't fully trust them right now

you were on the road by night and within two weeks (horses and carriages did wonders to help you), you had safely arrived in fontaine

you stayed in the country for your entire pregnancy and when your son turned a year old, the three of you started your journey back to mondstadt

When you stepped inside the gates of Mondstadt, you swore you could hear every hushed whisper rush into your head. Albedo stood firmly by your side, his hand on the small of your back as he urged you to continue walking towards the headquarters.

Your son wiggled in your arms but you didn't put him down. Until you knew exactly what was going to happen with the Knights, you weren't going to let your son out of your sight.

Fortunately, both Kaeya and Jean were doing paperwork in her office when Albedo knocked. He walked in first and they jumped up, extremely concerned with his absence.

You hesitantly walked in after Albedo and your coworkers stared for a moment.

"Wow," Kaeya said, "You did have the baby."

"We did," You confirm.

There's an awkward silence. No one knows what to say since the last encounter with each other ended so horribly. Jean is the one to finally speak up, "I think we owe you two an apology."

Kaeya nods in agreement. "After you two left, we realized we may have been too harsh on you both. We are getting to that age, after all."

Albedo glances at you from behind his shoulder and you smile softly to him. He turns back to Kaeya and Jean, "We'd like our positions back in the Knights of Favonius."

"You never lost them," Kaeya cheekily says. Albedo nods his head again, not wanting to say the wrong thing. You step forward and rub your son's back, getting his attention. You introduce him and Kaeya bends down towards the baby, "Why, hello there."

Your boyfriend cautiously watches from a distance as his friend dotes on his son. Eventually, Jean comes over to meet the child too.

If you thought about the situation hard enough, you still got upset. But seeing Kaeya and Jean love on your son instead of exiling him made you feel a lot better. Of course, you wished it didn't go down the way it did but the past was the past.

And as Albedo reached out to squeeze your free hand, you knew he felt the same way.

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zv5x · 3 years

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What if reader was really obsessed with Senpai, [like they played his game everyday whenever they can, literally memorizing all the choices and reactions, all that jazz] And they found a way into the game?? Basically yan!reader x Senpai

Also idk if these are taken but could i please be 🥀 or 💐 anon?? Tyssm!!

You can most definitely have those Anons! Either one you want since they're both open! Also omg??? I absolutely love this consept!! Thanks so much for requesting it! Remember to stay safe and take care of yourself!

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You hummed, gently tracing a finger across your television screen as the familiar menu music played oh-so beautifully. It was truly the peak of music in your eyes, not that it had any right to be anything but however. What would you do if the game that inhabited your beloved soulmate was anything but remarkable? It would be nothing short of blasphemy, that was to be for certain.

Under any other circumstance, you'd be turning this game on simply to see the man that made your entire universe go round. To just talk to him, read those dialogue screens with the same amount of interest you had before you memorized everything the absolute angel had to say, to just be in his presence for as long as you could. Every second you spent around him made your world feel a little bit purer, he made everything feel like it was going to be okay.

Today, however, marked the day that you would be the one giving to him, instead of just he giving everything he could to you. It broke your heart that you couldn't do anything to repay Senpai for his kindness, almost as much as it broke your heart when you forced yourself to obtain a negative game ending for curiosities sake. Your body fell under a deep, agonizing sickness every time you even pondered about whether or not Senpai realize how truly adored he was. That is why you did everything in your power to make sure you could show your love to him.

You went through every library in your area and even beyond that reading various literature pieces regarding dimensional travel, as you assumed that is what it would take to finally be with him physically in his very world. By the time a few days passed, you considered yourself a master of the subject.

Your once clean desk was now cluttered and messy as you went over a final draft for your plans. It was simple, really, to simple. It was quite inconvenient that you only had to rely on books that were written before video games were even established on the consumer market, but it would have to do. Search engines were deemed unreliable from the minute you began doing your research on them - believing that you were intending to enter the video game industry rather than physically entering the universe of a certain title.

Eventually, you stood in front of Senpai with grand confidence, and with a promise to fufil. Soon, you'd be within his physical reach. He was smiling at you, saying words of such love and adoration, as if he was breaking through the bounds of the games script just to praise you for your hard work. Within the next hour, you'd have paid your debt to your beloved. His hard work and determination to make this relationship work would finally be appreciated by his one true love.

Giving the pixelated figure a gentle kiss, you laid back on the floor and relaxed your entire body, thinking solely of who you were trying to meet and exactly what you wanted to accomplish. You remembered reading in one of your covered books that the main method of dimensional travel was complete detachment from your physical self in this reality. Of course, your fears of not being able to meet Sen were immediately eased, considering you felt you have long mastered the art of depersonalization.

Soon, you felt yourself grow tired. Maybe that was a sign everything was falling in to place, or maybe it was just your lack of proper sleep catching up to you the moment it saw the opportunity. You hoped the second reason wasn't the case, and you quickly focused your thoughts back onto your goals as everything faded into a calming black.

You truly had no way of knowing how long you were out for, but what you did know was that the climate felt noticably different from your room. The air felt pure, clean and just the perfect amount of coldness to make breathing a genuinely enjoyable necessity. As soon as your eyes opened, you were met with a figure standing closely in front of your face. Upon waking up just for a few more seconds, your eyes quickly widened and your heart began to pound in an extremely fast paced rythem. It was him. It was your cherished, beloved Senpai.

"Ah, there you are!" He sighed in relif, gently patting your head as he gave you a reassuring smile. "I thought you'd never wake up, I was so worried!"

"Sen-Senpai?!" You immediately sat up, prompting him to give you a soft laugh as he sat you back down into a more relaxed position. He hummed and nodded his head, looking at you with a look of such elegant care that it made your heart completely swell.

"I appreciate you being so happy to see me dear, but I can't have you moving too much after you just woke up. It must have been a nasty fall for you to be out for so long..." He gave you a slight pout, and you stared at him for a moment whist blinking.

For some reason, he didn't seem as...happy to see you as you would have expected. You wanted to feel a form of disappointment, but everything had its reason, and you had to ask Senpai before making assumptions.

"Sen...do you know who I am?"

You asked, and all he did was tilt his head. "Well, no, I assumed you were a new student at first..." He gave a nervous giggle, before rubbing the back of his neck. "Have we...met before...?"

Your heart sunk. He didn't...he didn't remember you? No, that couldn't have been the case. The love the two of you felt was too strong for him to just forget. Maybe something needed to just jog his memory.

"M-my name is (Y/N), I told you my name was (N/N), we spent entire days together, I got all of your games endings, we've been through so much together Sen! Please, try and remember!" The desperation in your voice was as clear as day, and even Senpai felt it. He looked down for a moment, trying to throw your name through every inch of his mind. Until, he hit a mark.

All those times he spent with you, the good, the bad, everything you gave to him and everything you did for him. It was you! His player, his (Y/N)! Suddenly, you saw his eyes brighten and tears prick his pretty blue eyes. Letting out a choked gasp of pure bliss, he threw himself into your arms and pressed his forehead lovingly against yours. Of course, you immediately wrapped your arms around his perfect form, peppering him with as many kisses as you could manage and moving your arms up to be able to run your fingers through his hair. It was just as soft as his game sprites made it look. Absolutely perfection. You knew you had no reason to worry, you just needed to jog Senpai's memory a bit. After all, how could he forget the love of his life?

"I-I can't believe I'm finally able to meet you, (Y/N)..." He said, his normally perfectly silky voice trembling with euphoria. "Please...never leave me..." A soft sniffle could be heard as he nuzzled his head into you and completely laid himself onto you, and you promptly gripped him as tightly as you could without bringing him harm.

"Don't you worry, Senpai..."

You said, leaning back slightly to be able to look him in his pretty eyes. You made him a promise from the moment you saw him, and you could never even think of letting a person as pure and perfect as Senpai down.

"I'll be by your side forever." Kissing him gently on the top of his head, you smiled and rested your cheek upon it. "I wouldn't dare let anything tear us apart."

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