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mk-wizard · 3 years

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Hellboy Films: Why animated did better than live action

Hello, friends

Many of you may not know this, but out of all the superhero comics, Hellboy is my favourite. What can I say? As a little girl, I was a misfit, so a misfit hero like Hellboy was right up my alley and the concept of someone being born to be bad to turn out so good because he had a loving father to show him the way is beautiful. My introduction to Hellboy was the first live action film in the 2000s and at the time, I liked it, but then I started reading the comics. Once I got to know the real Hellboy and series, the more I fell in love with the comics yet at the same time, the more I go to not like the live action films and not just because I found the sequel and reboot in 2019 bad. There are many problems with the three live action Hellboy films which rub me the wrong way and not simply because they are live action. Most superheroes started off as cartoon drawings, but were well done in live action, but Hellboy missed all the notes. Now as a mature adult woman who is experienced at storytelling as well as analyzing, I rewatched some of the live action and I took time to watch the animated films. The difference in quality is night and day (no pun intended and I will give links to the animated films because they are stunning). I will now tell you all where the animated films went right and how live action went all wrong.

1- Hellboy’s design was better in the animated films. - I am more than willing to be forgiving when it comes to taking artistic liberties. Sometimes, the results can be beautiful, but in the case live action Hellboy, it was all wrong and I have to blunt, we can do so much better with graphic design now than just simply taking a tall buff man, putting make up and props on him. I hate sounding mean, but both versions just look like a guy wearing a cosplaying as Hellboy. It would have been much better if Hellboy was completely and entirely CGI or perhaps even an elaborate puppet costume like the ones used in the Jim Henson films. It may sound like enough to give the hero red skin, a stone hand, horns, a tail, cloven feet (which are covered), amber eyes, pointed ears and be very tall. He STILL looks too human compared to the comic and compared to what movie makers can do, it’s lackluster.

Now, we turn to the animated version which did more than just the obvious. Hellboy isn’t inhuman looking just because of the said traits before. He is inhuman because of his proportions and shape especially his face. It is a confirmed fact that he is not just not human. He is ugly and animalistic looking. His features are the combination of a satyr and gorilla especially when you look at how thin his legs, jaw, shoulders, posture and so on. Also, his eyes aren’t just amber. He has no pupils, no schlera (the white part) and no irises. The entire eye is nothing, but amber which makes them disturbing to look at. He cannot simply cover his face, tail and hand, then simply blend in. He cannot even wear most human clothes hence why Hellboy is always shirtless and his hooves are exposed. In other words, animated Hellboy looks like Hellboy.

2- The animated plot was clean, to the point with no filler. - While I admit the first live action film kept it pretty simple, I find that it still had a lot of filler and too much subplot. If you ever read a Hellboy comic, you will know right off the bat that Mike Mignola is a master at the art of pacing without fluff. Yes, he respect that character development and buildup takes time, but he doesn’t drag things. Ever. And he does not make everything so angsty either. Yes, he hints that the characters have issues, trauma, emotional pain and at times, depression, but he did so without making them into whiners. For the most part, the cast and hero would pick themselves up and do what they had to like adults. If anything, they were also each other’s emotional support and they don’t hate people. The animated version captured that completely and even showed us that the cast did not consist of malcontents who played the “poor me” card to death. In the beginning of Blood and Iron, Abe, Liz and Hellboy were happily talking about a bakery they had found once which reminds us that with all their hardships they do seek and accept joy in life even from something as simple as good pastries.

Moreover, the plot of the film was to the point with some amount of subplots, but without getting complicated and without the subplots contradicting each other. Everything had a way of coming together neatly and even though we did sometimes get surprises, they didn’t feel like filler. They felt like things that were always there, but now, we are aware of them. Most importantly, there was no cheap or silly selling point tactics like relationship drama or the stereotypical father-son bickering (more on this later). Hellboy is not that kind of story.

3- The subtle messages and morals in the animated films were deeper and better. - Being the mature adult I am now, I can say that the first Hellboy really was just Beauty and the Beast while using the Hellboy cast instead and it presented in the message in all of the outdated and bad ways. Don’t get me wrong, I find the idea of Hellboy falling in love romantic and I admit that underneath all of the darkness and action, everything about Hellboy comes back to love. However, it is not romantic love where the end all be all is to be accepted by humanity by getting into a relationship with a human, then turning into a handsome prince even if only metaphorically. The deeper and more important kind of love Hellboy tries to teach is self love how you are regardless how strange people deem you. If you have done something with your life and made something of yourself, then it is ok to be you and are already more loved than you realize. The other kind of love that has always been important to the series is family unity. You see, Hellboy, Liz and Abe are like siblings to each other and Prof. Bruttenholm is an incredibly loving father figure to all of them namely Hellboy who he raised since he was a baby.

He made the big red guy into the man he is today. In fact, even as an adult, Hellboy and Bruttenholm are a very sweet and kind father and son duo. They are not at each other’s throats, they don’t snark at each other or are incapable of agreeing on anything. There is no spite, there is no anger, there is no resentment and there is no ingratitude. There is only love and honestly, THIS is the love that ought to be showcased more in the films.

With that all said and done, the animated films also had their subtle deep messages which we not only understand clearly, but we also appreciate more. In the first movie Sword of Storms, it was all about finding a balance between persevering and knowing when to let go. In other words, keep doing what you must if it is still relevant and making a difference, but if it isn’t and is the reason you’re stuck, by all means quit. There are many roads to closure. In the second one Blood and Iron, it was clear from the beginning that the message was to not underestimate the elderly. They may not be as strong as they once were, but their experience and wisdom gets them and you out of tough spots. They have been through everything before and know what to do. By all means, aid them and help them, but don’t treat them like helpless babies. I also have to say that when I look at the messages the two animated films were telling us, they are not only clearer, but pretty underrated ones too. In the case of the live action films, the messages were muddled if not done before.

In short, I look at the animated films and I’m impressed. If another live action Hellboy does come along, I hope that this time, it will be done right and I really don’t want to see relationship, gore fests, snark or family drama again. Of course, this all my opinion and I would love to hear all of yours.

Thank you for reading and stay safe.

EDIT: Wouldn’t you know it? I forgot the link to all things Hellboy Animated. Here it is https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hellboy_Animated

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allthingsarmin · 3 years

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Hello, can i please request an armin x reader but it’s a modern au where armin is a nerd and the reader is popular, feel free to ignore if you don’t like the idea :)

Thank you for your request, anon! I really hope you like it, and I can always rewrite it if it’s not the way you imagined. Also, sorry it is a little long - I think I got carried away with this prompt haha.

The beginning might be a little angsty, but the ending is cute ^_^

GN!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, mentions of self-doubt, kissing

Word Count: 2,346

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Things change - sometimes for the better - like how Armin finally cut his bob-length hair and now has a handsome undercut that suits his jawline and like how you are finally growing taller since it seemed like forever that Armin was the taller one.

Things change - sometimes for the worse - like how you and Armin used to be so close in grade school, but now in college, your relationship is made up of awkward smiles in the hallways, small waves when passing each other in the library, and unfinished conversations on SnapChat.

Things fade - relationships come to an end, people move on, and that’s just life. Look at you now, from a quiet person to a popular student known for your humorous remarks, angelic facial features, a delightful sense of style, and your beautifully color-coded notes. You capture hearts with your smile, and you never fail to make anyone laugh with your stupidly funny puns and nonsense. To put it simply, Armin is a bit different - well, you could say nerdy. Quiet, polite, and has as much passion for the world as he does intelligence. Always heavily invested in school and studying as you could almost always find his nose in between the pages of a book or study guide. Poor Armin - not known for his sweet personality or his above average intelligence. Definitely not known for his sense of style but always comes to class dressed in a rather dashing blazer and keeps a couple Kleenex tissues in his left pocket. Armin barely has any friends, - if any - but he always makes sure to hold the door open for strangers, smile at teachers when entering the classroom, and send you a “Happy Birthday!” text every year.

Some things don’t fade - like Armin’s feelings for you even after you two grew apart and he was forced to watch you from the sidelines. How could he not be so deeply in love with you? When you two were close, you coddled up with each other and read books about the ocean, learning about sharks and so naively believing in the theory of Atlantis. You stayed over at each other’s houses and studied together as well as comforted each other if one of you didn’t do as well as you expected on a test. You used to braid his long blond locks as he told you stories about his grandfather. During the summers, you would use chalk to draw a picture of you two on the blistering sidewalks outside his house, and he would give you handmade bookmarks as a present. Even though you two have grown apart, he is still in love with you, watching you laugh from far away. The way your eyes squint out of happiness and the sound of your hearty laughter makes his body heat up and his cheeks rosy. The way you sometimes send him “Good luck!” texts for when there’s a big test in a class you both are taking makes him smile with teary eyes since it seems that you have in fact not forgotten about him and his intense anxiety when it comes to test-taking. The way you ran up to Armin and gripped his arm when you unexpectedly saw him in the campus coffee shop that one time sent a euphoric tingle throughout his body that made him forget how to breathe properly. How could he not love you when you were always there for him, when you remembered every personal detail he told you during late-night childhood sleepovers, when you tried your best to make him love himself? Armin wants so badly to tell you how important you are to him, how he wants to protect you from everything bad in the world, how he wants to wrap his arms around you and listen to your heartbeat… you are just so hard to reach. He is a nerd, a loser, and you are so popular, surrounded by endless amounts of friends… he’s sure your contacts are completely full and DMs flooding with people who are interested in you and are a lot better than him. What was the point in even trying?

Luckily for Armin, you feel the same way. To be honest with yourself, your stupid jokes, loud laughter, and wide smiles were really just a cover-up for how deeply sad you are. No matter how many friends you have or instant messages you receive from strangers online, you feel incredibly alone because none of them are him. Popularity doesn't matter to you anymore - you just miss your best friend so terribly. You missed walking on the beach together, splashing each other with the salty waves, making study-flashcards together, and being able to touch his beautiful blond hair whenever you wanted. Armin’s birthday is coming up, and you want to make your move and do something big for him that would let him know how special he is to you. This time, it wouldn’t involve loads of friends or a loud party with that overly social and fake personality of yours.

You text Armin: “Hey Armin! We haven’t talked in awhile, but your birthday is this Saturday, and I would like to meet up with you. Are you free to go to the beach on Saturday? I want to give you a present, and I just want to catch up with you. I miss my friend!”

Armin read the text with relief. Even if he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, he still wanted more than anything to reconnect with his old friend. “It’s good to hear from you, y/n! I have no plans for Saturday, so of course we can meet up… around 7pm if that’s okay. I want to watch the sunset! And I miss you too…”

Saturday:

It is November, which means it’s cold. At the beach in November? Even colder, so you make sure to dress warmly.

It is 6:59pm, and you trudge through the moist sand, the harsh wind bearing itself against your face making the tip of your nose turn a bright pink as you grip your hoodie close to your body. In the distance, you see Armin sitting on the sand, shoes off and wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a black beanie. Sitting next to him was his backpack - of course he was the type to bring his school work with him while you always brought your violently vibrating phone with you everywhere.

You release a tired breath as you sit next to him in the sand, setting the bag of presents down beside you and keeping your cold hands in your hoodie pocket. A big smile is on your face as you ask him: “Aren’t you cold, Armin? Why don’t you have your shoes on?!” Armin laughs as he turns his face toward you. At this point, you can see how red his cheeks really are, and this is really the first time you’ve noticed how handsome he actually is. The softness of his blond eyelashes beautifully contrast with the sharpness of his jawline. His smile is soft, and his deep blue eyes pierce into yours. “Hahaha, I don’t know. I just haven’t been to the beach in a long time…” he trails off. “It’s ‘cuz you’re so popular now that you don’t have time to hang out with me,” he states in a playfully butt-hurt tone though you can sense that he is indeed a little upset about it. The waves hitting the shore fill the awkward silence between you two. “I know,” you softly say, “but I think about you all the time. I miss you, and I hope we can be close friends again,” you confess. Armin feels his heart flutter when you say that you miss him. He wants to tell you he loves you and wants to reassure you that he’d always be there for you, but instead he pats you on the back. “It’s okay! I was just joking,” he awkwardly laughs. “Of course we are friends, and I hope we can be even closer too.”

He glances to your side. “What’s in the bag?” he inquires. “Oh!” you exclaim, seemingly as if you forgot about it. You rush to give him the bag and shove it into his arms. “It’s just some stuff I got you for your birthday.”

He rummages through it, going through the endless amount of tissue paper on the top. He pulls out a light blue sweater first.

“It’s almost winter, so I figured I’d give you something warm. I think this color…” you pause and hesitantly reach up to adjust his beautiful blond bangs, “... would look good on you.”

You both make eye contact for a second and quickly look away from each other. “Haha, it’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you!” You are just about to say ‘no problem’ before he is quickly taking off his green sweatshirt and replacing it with the light blue one, his very toned abs peeking through the plain white t-shirt he had on underneath the sweatshirt. You feel your cheeks grow warm and instantly look away. Armin notices and chuckles to himself. He would honestly never mind if you wanted to look at them or even touch them.

“Now, onto the second one,” you say, trying to change the subject. Armin pulls out two matching, homemade bracelets that feature a seashell on both of them. He looks at them silently and intently.

“I made matching bracelets!” you say proudly. “They’re like friendship bracelets, so we both have to wear them all the time! You aren’t allowed to take it off!” you joke.

“They’re so pretty, y/n,” he whispers as he stares at the shells, a sparkle in his eyes. He immediately puts it on and gently takes your wrist to put yours on.

“There,” he says contently, carefully placing your wrist in your lap.

You two sit silently next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another and watching the waves as the sun casts a dull orange and purple glow across the sky. The sounds of waves crashing against the shore and the squawking birds in the sky cancel out the noises of Armin softly crying.

Once you notice, you quickly snap your head around. “Armin, are you okay?” you ask, extremely worried.

“Thank you for the presents, y/n,” he sniffles. “You have always done stuff like this for me,” Armin continues as he gets flashbacks of you two running across the beach and gawking at beautiful seashells, telling jokes to each other in grade school when it was supposed to be reading time, and making funny drawings of each other. “I’ve never told you thank you - for being there for me and comforting me all those times, and just letting me be myself. It’s been such a long time since we’ve done anything together. I miss making you laugh, and I miss going to the library with you and asking you about your day.”

At this point, you feel like crying too because you feel the exact same. You spent so much of your life wanting to fit in, and you finally became popular but at what cost? You nearly forgot about the most important person to you, the one person that actually cares about you.

“I love you,” Armin suddenly blurts out, a tear running down his face. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” he says so quietly that it’s borderline pathetic. You swear your heart stopped when he said that. You feel a burning sensation all along your body as you forget about the cold air hitting your face, and you feel your breathing stop. The uncertainty you felt that kept you awake every night about whether Armin thought of you the same, all the self-doubt, all the guilt about leaving your friend behind, had been erased in an instant.

The silence between you two is unbearably awkward, and with confidence you seemingly pull out of nowhere, you throw yourself onto Armin’s lips, your arms enclosing his broad shoulders, and both of you falling sideways into the wet sand. Armin, at first shocked, passionately kisses back and links onto your soft lips. The tips of your noses are cold, but you both eventually succumb to each other's warmth. You both pull away to catch some breath. Armin gently wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. Even after all this time, he still smells the same - vanilla and cedarwood. “I love you too,” you softly say. Noticing that you both are practically wallowing in the sand by now, you apologize. “Also, sorry I ruined your new sweatshirt. There’s sand all over it,” you laugh.

“Oh, it’s okay,” he reassures, shyly placing a kiss on your forehead. “Want to watch the sunset with me?” You nod your head enthusiastically, a smile you couldn’t help leave your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you quitely exclaim.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asks in a concerned tone.

“I forgot I have an essay due at 11:59 tonight.”

Armin busts out laughing - a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of your life even though he’s laughing at your poor planning.

“When the sun finally sets, we can go back to my dorm, and I can help you with it if that’s alright with you,” he politely offers.

“Sure!” you happily reply.

You both sit up and face the horizon. The sun was almost gone, and the sky was a heavenly pink color while the sea began to look indigo. Your hands were linked with Armin’s, and for the first time in a long time, you felt warm despite the air getting cooler.

Getting ready to go to Armin’s dorm, he grabs his backpack and his dark green sweatshirt. You get up and check your phone, not at all caring that you have nearly fifty missed text messages and missed calls asking why you didn’t come to the weekly campus party.

You finally have all that you need.

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I really hoped you liked it! Requests are open ~ I have another request that will be posted soon.

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sapphireplums · 4 years

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𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 -𝟐-

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader / Child!reader

Description: When Bucky Barnes is captured by HYDRA, his life has one meaning: being a weapon. But what happens when HYDRA kidnaps a little girl for them to experiment on? Will he grow fond on the child? Or will he just ignore her and follow his handlers orders?

A/n: hey babes! i hope you guys enjoy chapter 2. i have a lot of ideas waiting to put in this story so wait and see :). TAGLISTS ARE OPEN AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN TOO❤️

December 16, 1991

Bucky, well now the winter soldier, felt the warmth of the air that surrounded him. He noticed a few things once his eyes fluttered open. There were new agents and also noticed how Zola wasn’t in sight. He figured that since Zola was getting old, he would have a new handler the next time he came out of cryo, and he was right.

Waking up, his eyes fluttered to gain more clarity in his vision. He looked around the room and noticed one thing right away.

Y/N wasn’t in the room.

Noticing this, the winter soldier started to get angsty not knowing where she was.

Despite getting wiped, he still somehow remembered the tiny young girl and how he was her “Papa”.

The soldier started to get angry not seeing Y/N in sight, punching soldiers that got too close to him.

Сэр, я думаю, он ищет девушку, которая тоже была в заморозке

Sir, I think he is looking for the girl that was also in cryofreeze

One of the agents then brought in the young girl who was basically being dragged by him. At this action, the soldier tensed up and made his way towards her.

Though he had to push a few guards, risking guns being pointed at him, he just wanted to hug the little girl that he hasn’t seen for who knows how long.

“Papa!” Y/N said with a smile on her face. She didn’t care if there were intimidating guards there. she was just really happy to see Bucky.

Bucky was too, he hugged her back tightly and whispered something in her ear.

“ I missed you, babydoll.”

“I missed you too Papa,” Y/N said with tears running down her cheek.

Bucky put his thumbs on her cheek to wipe away the tears.

“ Don’t cry, don’t cry doll. It’s okay I’m here now.”

The pair seemed to forget that there were still agents pointing their guns at them. Bucky held Y/N in a protective hold and got up on his feet glaring at the guards who had their guns pointed at them.

A man who seemed to be wearing a red beret walked in. The soldier knew this man would be his new handler when he told the agents to lower their guns, and they listened.

Ах солдат, ты проснулся

Ah, soldier, you're awake

Bucky kept an intimidating stance since he didn’t know what his intentions were at the moment. He could have taken Y/N away or worse, wanted to hurt her.

Не волнуйся, солдат, я здесь не для того, чтобы причинить вред тебе или твоему ребенку. Меня зовут Василий Карпов. Я твой новый куратор.

Don't worry soldier, I'm not here to hurt you or your child. My name is Vasily Karpov. I am your new handler.

Wait. Did he just call Y/N his child? The soldier never really had a lot of time to fully process that he has a child now and his child was Y/N. He is the father to this beautiful human being.

Of course, the soldier knew nothing about being a father, hell, even being a decent human being in general. For Bucky, he was just considered a weapon, and with the brainwashing that HYDRA did to him, he thought that too. So having to take care of this little girl can be a extreme change.

Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts when Karpov spoke again.

У нас для тебя новая миссия, солдат

We have a new mission for you, soldier

The soldier turned to face him, no emotions coming out of his face, but he nodded in understanding. He didn’t know what his mission was, but he had to comply or else he or even his little girl would get punished.

“Papa where are we going?” Y/n asked while following Bucky in his footsteps.

“ I don’t know yet doll” is all Bucky said. But right after he said that, they walked into a room with the dreaded familiar chair.

At this moment Y/N knew Bucky was going to get wiped. She feared that for him knowing that he would be releasing blood curdling screams again.

Bucky noticed the uneasiness in Y/N, but reassured her with a rub on the back.

“Don’t worry doll, I’m going to protect you I promise. i won’t let them do anything to you” Bucky said with a small smile.

“But they are going to do things to you Papa.” Y/N almost had tears coming out of her eyes knowing that her Papa is going to be in pain soon.

“It’s okay, it’ll be over soon.” Bucky said with a reassuring smile.

Bucky headed towards the dreaded chair and sat in it. He mentally prepared himself while Y/N sat on his lap trying to comfort her papa.

A scientist was about to take Y/N off of Bucky’s lap, but the soldier gave him a death stare saying ‘don’t touch her or I will kill you’.

The man backed away and continued with putting the clamps onto Bucky’s arms.

The soldier made it known the the agents that Y/N goes with him wherever he goes.

Y/N put a reassuring hand on Bucky’s bare chest and started to draw little hearts and circles around his abs with her fingers. Bucky slightly laughed at what she was doing and it was also comforting to him.

Bucky licked his lips before the man put a mouth guard in the soldiers mouth. Y/N now knew that the pain was going to happen now.

The pain Bucky was releasing made Y/N eardrums suffer. She tried to comfort Bucky by leaning onto his chest and she swore for a second that he eased up a little bit.

After the dreaded two minutes, Y/N knew that Bucky was gone. The winter soldier has emerged out of him.

“Papa?” Y/N said wondering if the soldier remembers her.

Привет, кукла

Hello, babydoll.

Y/N was relieved that he remembered her, but was also sad that he didn’t speak English to her. He only spoke English to her when he was Bucky, but when he was the winter soldier, he spoke Russian.

Солдат?

Soldier?

Karpov questioned Bucky to see if he was ready to comply, and he was right.

Готовы подчиниться.

Ready to comply.

Karpov then spoke to the winter soldier handing him a thick file.

Солдат, у тебя новая миссия.

Soldier, you have a new mission.

Bucky stared at the file Karpov handed him. When he opened it, it showed a picture of an older man and woman. Howard and Maria Stark.

Karpov then spoke to the newly wiped soldier.

Убей их. Извлечь. Без свидетелей

Kill them. Extract. No witnesses

The soldier nodded slightly. He picked up Y/N and made his way to a room where they got ready in their gear.

The soldier had his regular uniform with the bullet proof vest. Y/N had a thin black leather jacket so she wouldn’t be cold while riding on the motorcycle.

The pair went outside of the HYDRA base and Y/N was trying to hop on the motorcycle seat, but she was too short.

The soldier then picked up Y/N and gently placed her on the seat. His fatherly instincts came out of him and he gave Y/N a helmet for protection.

Then they were off into the night air.

After arriving to the location Karpov told him to go, the soldier parked the motorcycle behind a tree, waiting for the Stark’s car to come by.

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mrs-maximoff-kenner · 2 years

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After The Fall

This last of my angsty posts (for right now) is for @elijahs-wife 1k writing challenge 😊 This is a 40's Bucky Barnes x Evelyn (who is a new oc!) I had the prompt from Taylor Swift's song Cardigan "to kiss in cars and downtown bars/ was all we needed/ you drew stars around my scars/ but now I'm bleedin". The prompt will be in italics 😊

I need to add a trigger warning here that there are implications/mentions of past and future self harm. Please do not read if this will upset you or hurt you in any way!

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

Evelyn laughed, throwing her head back as Bucky led her out of the bar. They had decided to go out for drinks tonight before going dancing at their usual spot. Buck opened the car door and helped her in before running around to the other side and getting in himself. Evelyn smiled before leaning over to kiss his cheek. At the last second though he turned his head and met her lips with his own. His thumb coming up to run along her cheekbone. After a few seconds they both settled back into their respective seats and set off to the Jazz Club.

You drew stars around my scars

Evelyn and Bucky laid in bed. She was on her stomach, half draped across his chest. Earlier that night he had given her the ring, knowing he wanted her to have it before he shipped out in the morning. He needed her to have something good to think about while he was gone. Evelyn had been running her hand up and down his abs until he caught her wrist. He kissed her knuckles before turning her hand over and drawing invisible patterns around the scars on her arm. She hummed in contentment, eyes fluttering closed. Bucky hated to bring it up but he knew he had to. He needed to be sure.

"Evie baby?"

Evelyn just hummed again in response but he knew she was listening.

"No new ones," he tapped one of her scars, "You promise?"

Evie opened her eyes and looked up to meet his. They were full of concern but also love. So much love. All for her.

"No new ones. I promise."

But now I'm bleedin

Evelyn was sitting on the bed. Their bed. Looking down at her ring. She had just finished speaking to Steve. Or had she spoken to Steve hours ago. It was daytime when he knocked on her door. It's black outside now. He's gone. James. Bucky… is gone. Fell from a moving train. He wasn't coming home to her. She slowly stood up and moved to the bathroom. Nothing felt real. Glancing in the mirror Evil saw her eyes, red and swollen from crying with fresh tears still forming. She couldn't feel the tears though. She couldn't feel the pain. When she stopped speaking to Steve she stopped… feeling things. Why couldn't she feel anything? She needed to feel something because this void of...nothingness… it would swallow her.

Evelyn looked around the bathroom until she spotted it. Bucky's straight razor. Picking it up she lifted her arm as well, glancing at the old scars that her lover used to trace so delicately.

"No new ones Buck. I promise."

#tays1kwritingchallenge #elijahs wife #bucky x original female character #mcu x oc

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lyricalimerence · 4 years

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No Matter The Season - JJ Maybank

a/n: so this is based off the song no matter the season by sara kays, it's an incredible song you should listen to it. this is my first time writing on tumblr so i hope it's okay and y'all like it!

word count: 1879

warnings: little angsty, some fluff, lots of hating on yourself, lack of body confidence

summary: you're insecure and jj lectures you because YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. all of you are beautiful and i know that it's just my word against what you think about yourself, but know that i think you're beautiful so don't beat yourself up or give up on yourself bbys. you're perfect.

i got my long sleeves on. baggy and way too long

The world was spinning on its axis, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, the tides pushed against the shores before being pulled out again. Everything was normal. It was just another day on the boat with the Pogues. Swimming, fishing, drinking cheap beers left over at The Wreck that Kiara’s dad so graciously donated to his daughter’s friend group. It was just another day. But as you stood in the mirror in the bikini Kie coerced you into buying when you two went to the mall as a girls’ weekend, you couldn’t help but notice everything you deemed was a flaw. Every little mark and every curve that was on you but not on Kie or Sarah.

Practically hearing the Pogues start to get antsy for you to hurry up, you reach into your closet and pull out your only warm clothes that were normally preserved for December and January. You let out a shaky breath and held up the hoodie to your torso, itching to just cover up all the insecurities that you have. Throwing the sweatshirt back onto your bedspread, you hold the pair of JJ’s sweatpants that he let you borrow but you’ve never returned, to your waist, remembering how safe you feel when they cinch in your waist and fall down past your ankles.

Dropping the pants to the laminate flooring underneath you, you hug your waist, as you suck in your stomach, feeling a manipulative dosage of serotonin surge through your brain when your arms follow your stomach into your ribcage and your stomach looks thinner in the mirror.

nobody has questions in december, but five months later, all i hear is:

Before you can pull the hoodie and sweatpants on to erase how you truly feel, a quick knock followed by the squeak of your bedroom door hinges rings out, revealing your blond haired boyfriend in your doorway.

A smile etched its way across JJ’s face as he looked you up and down. Scanning every inch of your body, he soaked in your features and how perfect you looked in that bikini, “Damn, Y/N! You ready?”

You clear your throat and retreat into the skin you hate so much, “Yeah, gimme a minute?” JJ nods and respects your request, walking out of your room and closing the door, but leaving it open ajar. You grab the hoodie and sweatpants, turning to see the connecting bathroom, it looks so tempting to just try to make yourself throw up, but you know JJ will hear, and you can’t bear to disappoint him. He just likes you so much.

You pull the sweats on, covering every bit of skin besides the sandals that cover your feet, your fingers that barely stick out of the oversized hoodie, and your face that is on full display as your ponytail pulls your hair back. You slip out of the bedroom quietly, hoping that JJ was already back in the boat, but there he was, his goofy, fun-loving smile playing at his lips while he hears the door creak.

aren’t you warm?

“Y/N?” JJ asks when he sees your oversized clothes, his smiling dropping into a look of concern, “You know it’s August, right? It’s, like, hotter than Hell.”

“Yeah, I just got a chill or something. Might not swim today.” JJ cast one last glance of uncertainty before throwing his arm over your shoulder and walking out of the back door towards the boat with you, bumping your hips together as you walked.

aren’t you sweating up a storm?

Kie jumped up when she saw your and JJ’s shadow from behind the back screen door, excited to see you in your new suit because she’s wearing hers too. Her expression drops when she sees your sweater paws and your sweatpants. “Y/N? Aren’t you warm?”

“I’m freezing, guess I’m comin’ down with something,” you say, your voice becoming raspy as you look at the ground, feeling too self conscious at the idea of just being there, in a bikini, when Kiara and Sarah look that effortlessly good in theirs. You and JJ hop onto the HMS Pogue, settling into a comfortable position at the stern of the boat as John B pulls the boat away from the dock and across the marsh.

JJ leans his head slightly to rest his face in the crook of your neck as he starts to whisper sweet words to you about how gorgeous you look, whether you’re in a skimpy bikini or a fully covered in his sweats or in the dresses Kie lets you borrow when she drags you to the Midsummers parties so she isn’t alone.

are you aware that it’s hotter than hell out here?

You smile slightly as you prop your elbow up against your knee and rest your head in the palm of your hand. Sarah had veged out across one of the seats in the boat and is now fanning herself as sweat starts to collect at her hairline. “Phew, Y/N, aren’t you sweating up a storm?”

“I’m doing okay, actually,” you say, the drops of sweat forming a patch on the back of your hoodie. However, you can’t help but revel in how good it feels to cover up and not to worry about how you look.

Pope drops the anchor into the marsh as Kie, Sarah, John B, and JJ pull off their shirts to get to their swimsuits. They dive into the marsh as you lean over and rest your head on the edge of the boat. JJ stops just before he could follow Pope into the water. “You’re really not coming?”

maybe i would dress for the weather if i would feel better, but i have to tell them all i’m freezing

The sweat forming around your hairline and underneath your arms and on your back starts to accelerate as you become overwhelmed with another lie. You mumble under your breath as the fragment of your friend group swims farther away from the boat, “I would dress for the weather if I felt better, but I don’t.”

“What?” JJ asks, following your eyes with his, managing to secure eye contact with you despite your fidgeting glances. Fixing your gaze on the floor of the boat, you swallow and shake your head, refusing to repeat what you said, not wanting to have said it in the first place. “Feel better about what, Y/N?”

You look up at your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who would flirt with Kie before you two got together, calling her hot and gorgeous. Sure, JJ says the same about you, but he called her hot first and she made it clear that her door was closed. Crossing your arms over your chest defensively, you stand up, digging your toe into the rough vinyl you stood on out of nervous habit. As you straighten up, you suck in your stomach, almost involuntarily. “Look at me, J!”

“I’m looking!” JJ yells, his exasperation rolling off his tongue in the same way as sweat rolls down your back. “And I think you look beautiful, you’re perfect, so if this is about how you look, I don’t understand!”

“I don’t understand either!” You shout back, immediately biting your lower lip as you analyze what you just said. JJ’s expression contorts, his look of concern and confusion falling into one of realization and anger. He reaches out to you, grabbing the cuff of your hoodie and drawing you into him. He shifts his arms once or twice around your body, trying to avoid the places where you sweated through the fabric, but in the end he didn’t care about it.

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” JJ asks softly, the volume showing an air of compassion and love, but his tone showing his anger at you for thinking of yourself that way. “You are.”

“You can’t just tell me I’m beautiful and expect me to believe it.” You retort, your eyebrows furrowing as you grasp your bottom lip with your teeth even harder, drawing blood in an attempt to halt your lips from quivering.

“Why don’t you believe it?” JJ inquires, his tone softening to concern instead of anger as he pulls you into a seat next to him.

“You have eyes--”

“Yes, I do.”

“I don’t look like Kiara and Sarah do, and they’re actually beautiful.” You say, your voice dropping to a whisper as JJ watches your every move, overanalyzing every little twitch your lip makes to avoid your eyes from spilling over and every time you subconsciously tug at the hem of your sweatshirt, making sure your tummy stays completely covered.

“Obviously you don’t look like them. They have different DNA, silly.” JJ says, attempting to get a laugh or even a giggle out of you, but you don’t budge. Your arms crossing over you tighter, whatever you can do to encase yourself in armor. “Y/N, just because you don’t look like someone who is beautiful doesn’t mean it takes away from your own beauty.”

“I know that.” You mumble as JJ reaches out to push the cuffs of your sleeves up to your elbows.

“You need to believe it. It’s like evolution. It is factual.” JJ insists, tracing images onto your wrists and twisting the bracelets that wrap around your wrist into different shapes. “Your hands help so many people when they’ve fallen and your arms have pulled up the anchor so many times.”

JJ motions for you to take your hoodie off, to which you begrudgingly oblige, immediately wrapping your arms around your torso in a hug as you do so. “Your stomach has eaten so many of my molding PB&J’s without complaint, and your abs have beaten Pope in a push-up contest.”

“My stomach complained, you just weren’t there for that part.” You say with a smile as you tease JJ, his hand coming to clutch his heart in fake pain. You laugh at his antics, only for him to pump his fist into the air in triumph for your laugh.

You shimmy off your sweatpants, showing your tanned legs. You curl into an upright fetal position, trying to hide your thighs and your stomach in one fell swoop. JJ lifts his hands to bring your knees in to lean against his stomach so he can draw circles around your kneecaps. “Your legs have taken you on so many fun adventures.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, JJ pulls you up to a standing position, holding you an arms length away by your shoulders as you squirm, very aware a passing fisherman could see you. “And your body has danced at so many parties with me and swam to find great treasures in sunken boats.”

“Y/N, you are perfect. You’ve always been perfect.”

“You can’t expect me to--”

“You’re right, I can’t expect you to believe anything I’m saying because the only opinion that matters is your own. But, you are perfect to me and to the rest of the Pogues, and it is okay for you to be insecure about things. But, never, never ever, put yourself down because that shit hurts me too.”

no matter the season.

#jj maybank x reader #jj #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagine #jj maybank fic #outer banks fic

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stayextrafrosty · 3 years

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I’m Not Usually Spiteful but Here We Are

Summary: Alex and Michael are good at sex. They were always on the same page about that. How to deal with Mr. Jones on the other hand? Not so much. But maybe sex can fix that too. Not Forrest Long Friendly. Not Maria DeLuca friendly.

A/N: A gift for @prouvaireafterdark because I always see her mentioning that not enough authors write cock warming in this fandom. And I’m inclined to agree. So I gave my best shot at it. 😊

Warnings: Shameless smut, Dom/sub elements, top Alex, bottom Michael, implied switching for both, cock-warming, orgasm delay/denial, angsty in the beginning but it’s resolved pretty quickly

Title is both me talking and how I with Alex would think sometimes.

Read on AO3 // Masterlist

“I swear to fucking god, Guerin! Why do you treat me like some kind of broken toy,” Alex screamed at him. Michael ran his fingers though his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I just don’t think you should be involved with an insane alien on the loose who could be stronger than all of us!” The table separating them was the only thing keeping Alex from strangling Michael. It was always like this recently. Whenever they needed to any sort of mission, he would shut him down.

Ever since Michael had walked out in the middle of his song, he’d been keeping a distance. Forrest has been great. The most caring guy he’d ever dated. But something was just off. Forrest was too gentle with him.

While he appreciated the consideration he had, sometimes he just wished for some action. They rarely went out to do things than involved running anymore. They had yet to return to the paintball range. Forrest was careful with his prosthetic which was fine. But he seemed to think he couldn’t do things because of it.

And now Michael was here. Telling him that he didn’t want Alex to help because it’s not ‘safe.’

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” His fingers gripped the edge of the table. Too bad it was attached to the floor or he might have flung it across the room.

“Why? Is it so hard to believe that I’m trying to protect you?”

“Quite frankly, yes! You abandoned me for my best friend!”

A pin could have dropped and it would have deafened them. Michaels eyes closed as he took a deep breath. Alex regretted saying anything. Even if it was true.

“You have no idea how much I’m going to regret that,” he said calmly.

“Regret? Really? You intentionally said things to hurt me, Michael.” Alex watched as he pushed away from the table, straightened his back and walked to the other side standing behind Alex.

He wasn’t going to turn around. There had to be a barrier. Michaels breathing tickled the back of his neck, triggering goosebumps up and down his arms. He cursed himself. After all these years and all the pain, he still couldn’t stop his body’s reaction to him.

“Alex. There is nothing I regret more than saying those things to you. I was scared. And I know it sounds like an excuse. But if you truly resent me for that, please tell me.” Alex turned to face him slowly.

“I’m with Forrest.” The pain that crossed Michael’s face was brief. If Alex didn’t know him as well as he did, he might have missed it.

“And I want to you be safe for him. So you aren’t coming on this mission.”

Alex snapped.

He grabbed fistfuls of Michael’s flannel, shoving him back and flipping them so he was the one against the table. Michael blinked in surprise

“I am not as week as you two seem to think I am. I will not break,” he threatened. Michael’s eyes flicked over his face eyebrows drawing together.

“You’re not weak Alex. Far from it. But you don’t have to be strong all the time. That’s all I want for you. To have a place where you don’t have to be strong.” Alex’s grip loosened on his shirt, trying to ignore the buttons that had come undone. His hands shook.

“Then why do you keep leaving,” he mumbled, averting his eyes. He focused instead on a spot on his neck. A spot he wanted to press his mouth against since the last time he had him. “You’re the only one I have ever been able to feel that way with.”

Michael didn’t say anything for moment. His hands came up to cover Alex’s, rubbing his thumb over his hand and wrist slowly. He inched forward a bit more, their legs pressed together.

“Do you want someone else to be in control?” He shook his head, meeting Michael’s intense stare. He wouldn’t look away. Damn him.

Alex hardly registered what he was doing as he pressed his mouth to Michael’s. It didn’t last long before he jumped back, realizing what he had done. He muttered out an apology, releasing his shirt, planning to run away.

Michael grabbed him, yanking him back against his chest. He didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved when his arms wrapped around him, one hand tangling in his hair. Alex wrapped his arms around him in return. Just a hug. His pulse spiked as Michael pressed his mouth against his neck.

“Not enough,” he felt him mumble. He dragged his mouth up to his jaw, letting the tip of his tongue touch only slightly. Alex couldn’t stop the roll of his hips or the way his head fell backward, giving him full access to whatever he wanted.

Michael nipped at his jaw gently before pulling back and meeting his eyes again. ‘Not enough’ was a hell of an understatement. Alex kissed him again, loving the low groan that escaped Michael’s lips. He released his grip on the back of his shirt to finish undoing the buttons on the front, shoving it off his shoulders.

It was thrown somewhere behind him but he couldn’t care less as Michaels hands moved from their place to tug at his own shirt. His brain screamed at him that this was a bad idea. Maybe the worst he’s ever had. But stopping was out of the question.

It felt too fucking good.

Their lips detached for only a second as his shirt was pushed over his head and tossed to the side. Michael’s hands were all over him, leaving his skin burning wherever he touched. His hips rolled again, pulling another moan from Michael. He felt him grin before he pulled back.

“You’re so easily excited… are you pent up?” Alex refused to answer, opting for kissing him again. He laughed but didn’t deny him, digging his finger into his hips, massaging them.

Truth is, he was pent up. He and Forrest hadn’t been having sex recently. Alex hadn’t been into it. He was never… rough enough.

He was jerked out of his thoughts by Michael cupping him through his jeans that were quickly becoming too tight. He let out a whimper, and Michael took the chance to lick into his mouth. Alex dragged his fingers over his torso to the belt buckle.

They broke away from each other, panting, as he tugged the belt loose, immediately working on the button of his jeans.

“Fuck Manes, just tell me,” he stilled Alex’s hands, “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.” He looked into Michael’s eyes, both of them breathing each other in. The smell of rain wrapped around him like a bed he never wanted to leave.

“I need you, Michael. I think I’ve needed you since the day I met you.” Michael kissed him again, gentle and slow. Making his heart race so loud he was sure Michael could hear it.

His hands ran up his arms, letting him resume his task of undoing the button on his jeans. His nails scratched over his arms and shoulders, making Alex shiver. He pushed his jeans down along with his underwear and wrapped a hand around him. Michaels hips jerked forward and a low moan slipped out of his mouth.

Alex jerked him off slowly, much to the dismay of Michael, he noticed. His head fell to his shoulder, little moans escaping with every slight squeeze of his hand. This didn’t stop him from undressing Alex further. The button on his own jeans popped open and he was tugging him down his legs.

Michael stopped his hand again before falling to his knees in front of him. His cock jumped at the anticipation. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his mouth around him. He groaned loudly, leaning froward to grip the edges of the table.

The heat and wetness of his mouth had him closer to the edge than he wanted to be. Michael moaned around him and the vibrations made his hips thrust froward, forcing him to the back of his throat. He didn’t even gag as he held him there, before pushing his hips back slightly then sinking down again.

“Michael… If you keep… I’m gunna…” He pleaded. His hips moved almost of their own accord, fucking into his mouth. He released the table with one hand to tangle it in the beautiful curls, pulling gently. Michael moaned around him again.

His orgasm crashed into him. His hips stuttered in their movements and he held Michael in place. His name tumbled from his mouth over and over again. Alex’s legs felt weak, his grip on Michael’s hair released.

Michael stood slowly, careful to no throw him off balance. His arms wrapped around his waist and he pressed his mouth to Alex’s. He whimpered at the taste of himself on his tongue. Michael’s still dripping cock poked at his abs, rubbing ever so slightly. He grabbed in and started stroking slowly.

“Futon,” Alex mumbled. They had moved it in here when Alex and Kyle had started spending nights working late. It was nice if they were too tired to drive home. But now it was needed for a completely different reason.

Michael nodded, pulling back. He took the hand that was wrapped around him, instead placing it on his shoulders. He raised an eyebrow as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Hold on to me,” Michael said. He hardly had time to register before he was being lifted into his arms. Alex swore he could feel the tingling of the telekinesis but he was too embarrassed to say anything. The heat in his face made him positive his cheeks were red.

Michael set him down gently, leaning over him before attaching his mouth to his neck, sucking a bruise into the junction near his collarbone. Alex moaned at the attention. He wanted to return these feelings to Michael but he was preoccupied with driving him absolutely crazy. He cold feel himself getting hard again.

Once he was satisfied with the mark, he kissed down his chest and stomach making his back arch. Alex froze when his hands found the edge of the prosthetic. He noticed and stopped immediately, looking up at him, waiting for further instruction.

Alex took a breath and sat up, pulling Michael with him, pressing light kisses to his lips. This was Michael. He wasn’t worried about the possibility of this turning him off. He knew that he loved—Wait.

Michael resumed his movements but slowly, tugging his jeans over the plastic and metal, careful to not pull too hard. His shoes came off along with the jeans and his heard pounded as he was completely bare before Michael. His fingers ran over the edge of the prosthetic again.

“Can I take this off,” he asked hesitantly. Alex couldn’t bring himself to speak. He trusted him. He just nodded. A small smile snuck out as he first kissed his thigh and left a trail to his knee. Warmth and affection rolled through Alex.

Love. This is love. He loves Michael Guerin. Present tense. He knew it as he sang that song to him but he never said the word.

Michael’s fingers were precise and careful. The pressure released as he pulled it off gently, setting it to the side, then rolling the sock off as well. He kissed the areas as they became exposed and his heart pounded.

“Michael,” he choked out. He looked up at him, eyes soft and needy. Alex grabbed his face, hauling him back up to crush his mouth to his again. A soft groan caught in his throat, making Alex grin. It was his turn to service.

He couldn’t move as quickly without his leg but it was enough. Using a move he learned in basic, he flipped them over, sitting on Michael’s hips. The rough texture of his jeans against his half-hard cock made him roll his hips, earning another groan from the man below him.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes for this to be fair.” Alex took his time undressing him, nipping along every area of exposed skin as he rolled his jeans down. He kicked his boots off, helping Alex as much as he could.

With both of them naked, it was like nothing had changed. Their hands running over the other as though they had never stopped. Muscles tensed and relaxed, remembering this dance well.

Michael’s fingers found their way to Alex’s ass, squeezing and teasing at the entrance. He shuddered at the feeling, pressing back against those damn fingers.

“You want these inside you baby? Or maybe something else,” Michael mumbled against his neck and shoulder. His cock was fully hard again. He did want Michael inside him. But he wanted to drive Michael crazy just like he did for him. Alex grabbed his hands pinning them above his head.

“Later. I believe it my turn to play with you,” he said, low and threatening. He felt his cock jump at the suggestion. He kissed his neck, loving the way his body responded to him. He released his hands as he moved down, only pinning them again when Michael tried to touch him.

He shook his head and smirked as Michael groaned at being denied. Alex moved over him in what he knew was a torturously slow pace, especially for Michael. His hips were rolling, searching for friction before he even got down to his hips.

His scent was so much stronger here, understandably so. Here and his neck, as though he wore cologne. But it was all Michael and he could get high on him alone. He looked up at him through his eyelashes as he kissed the head of his cock.

“Alex, are you trying to kill me,” he half joked.

“Just drive you crazy a little. Let’s call it payback for all the times you would show up with a half open shirt, a cocky grin, or jeans that were noticeably too tight. Or at least they were after you looked me up and down.” His head fell back as he moaned. Alex took the head into his mouth but didn’t linger long.

“How could I not get horny when you look so damn good all the time?”

He smiled then proceeded to drag his tongue over his length and towards his hole. Michael’s legs fell open further, granting him more access. His hips rolled as he prodded at his entrance, forcing Alex to hold his hips down, earning another tortured groan.

“Behave,” he scolded. Michael’s breath came out in ragged gasps as he massaged the area with his tongue, occasionally nipping. His hands grabbed at the fabric of the futon.

“Fuck, Alex. I’m gunna come if you keep that up,” he warned. Alex stopped immediately, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Don’t you dare.” His back arched, but he held his hips steady.

He resumed his efforts without waiting for a response. When he was confident he wouldn’t come, he moved his hand to his mouth. He sucked on his fingers briefly before pushing one into his ass slowly

Michael cursed, obviously wanting to move but doing his best to stay still for him. Alex smiled, hooking his finger, looking for the spot he knew would earn him another moan.

He didn’t disappoint when he pressed against his prostate. Michael’s hips betrayed him, though he decided to let it go in favor of pressing the spot again. His cock jumped as he searched for friction he wouldn’t find.

He pulled his finger out only to go back in with a second, working him open. Alex smiled as he gave up any attempts at being quiet, moaning and groaning every time he pushed his fingers in.

“Fuck, please Alex. I need to come,” he pleaded. He thought for a moment, pulling his fingers out. He crawled up so he was face to face with Michael. He leaned in as though to kiss him but stopped short.

“No,” he whispered.

Grabbing the base of his cock again, he shoved three fingers inside massaging the muscles. His own need was becoming distracting. He wanted to be in him. Needed to be in him. He pulled away and Michael whined.

“You ready babe? Remember, no coming until I say so,” He said, pressing the head of his cock against his hole. He spit in his hand, coating his cock. He pressed forward slowly, groaning at how tightly he was being squeezed.

“Fuck, loosen up babe, or I’ll never get it in,” he teased. Michael glared at him but with no real malice.

“Who’s fault is that for bringing me so close to the edge,” he accused. Alex smirked and pushed again, gripping his hips for leverage. Michael’s eyes glazed over as he tried to relax. His body shook from overstimulation.

He thrusted in and out slowly, moving deeper each time. Eventually he was fully settled. He rolled his hips slightly but otherwise didn’t move. Michael panted, clenching and unclenching his fists in the fabric.

“Alex, move,” he pleaded.

“Oh, but I’m quite comfortable like this. Feeling every time your body clenches around me. Being so ready,” he taunted, leaning forward to press kisses to his chest. He met his eyes turning serious. “But if you want me to stop. I will.” Michael shook his head immediately.

“God no don’t stop. I just need so much more.” Alex smiled, rolling his hips only once. He cursed, eyes pleading. He watched as Michael tried not to squirm. He ran his hands over his chest, dragging his nails through the hair, earning a shiver and a squeeze from the muscles surrounding him. Alex groaned but kept his hips still.

“You want to come right? Go ahead.” His eyes widened at the permission. He tried moving but Alex held him steady. His cock twitched. He watched Alex as he moved his hand to grab it, checking if it was allowed. His fingers had just wrapped around himself when a loud buzzing made them both jump. It rang twice before an idea popped into Alex’s head.

“Get that for me please.” Michael blinked.

“But—”

“Now. Before it stops.” Soon the phone was floating over to them. Alex plucked it out of the air. Noting that this was Michael’s phone.

Maria’s name flashed on the screen. He had never considered himself petty before but maybe it was time to change that. He pressed the answer button, never moving from his place inside Michael.

“So you finally answered me?” he could hear the sadness in her voice. He almost felt bad.

“Not exactly, Maria.” Michaels eyes widened and he began to move away but a look from Alex made him freeze. He mouthed the word stay.

“Alex? Where’s Michael?” She sounded truly surprised though he didn’t know why. He looked down at the man below him, cock leaking over his abs.

“He’s preoccupied. Thinks he’s onto something. Really full of himself.” He didn’t think Maria caught the emphasis on the word but he definitely did.

“Alex,” Michael whimpered quietly. Alex lifted a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“Right well. Can you tell him to call me back or pass a message?”

He started squirming. One hand was not enough to keep him still. He moved his free hand to cover Michael’s mouth before smirking at him.

He finally pulled his hips back and thrust them forward roughly. He did it again and again, his moans getting louder behind his hand.

“Look. Just tell him that I’m sorry and I miss seeing him around. And I know that—”

“Maria. I love him. And asking me to pass along ‘I miss you’ messages is arguably cruel. I doubt he wants to hear it anyway.” He ended the call before she could respond, tossing the phone to the side.

Michael let out a long moan when he removed his hand from his face. Alex let his hips snap forward, fucking him like he knew he wanted. His name fell from his lips and Alex grabbed his cock jerking him off.

“Fuck! Gunna… come…” His back arched from the futon, ribbons of white painting his chest.

He didn’t let up even after he watched his cock empty itself. Instead he pulled him up and on top of him, refusing to come again until Michael did too. His legs shook from the over stimulation.

“Alex, take it out. I can’t take it,” he begged.

“I bet you have one more in you. I still need to finish,” he said, biting his shoulder. He held him down on his cock, though if he really wanted off he could easily remove himself.

Michael grabbed his face, kissing him passionately. Then he started moving his hips again. Up and down and his mouth dropped open, Michael taking the opportunity to lick into his mouth again.

“You’re so good baby. So fucking good. Your ass squeezes me just right.” A shudder ran through his lover’s body. He could feel his cock hardening again. He angled his hips slightly, so every time he came down it would run against his prostate.

“Alex, I love you,” Michael panted out. He looked up at him immediately, unable to stop the smiled that broke out on his face. Their lips met again, Alex’s hands on his hips, guiding him.

“I love you so much, Michael.” Their hips lost the rhythm as they both sped towards the edge. Michael bounced on him hard and fast, taking him all the way every time. Alex moaned and his upward thrusts were faltering.

He crashed over the edge like the first time with what felt like no warning. He gripped Michael’s hips, holding him down as he thrusted once, twice, and a third time right into his prostate. A string of curses left his mouth as he reached his own climax. It ran down his shaft and between the two of them.

Michael continued moving, but slowly, milking him for all he had. He twitched inside him, his mind beginning to clear. Their lips met softly, exchanging wet but sweet kisses. He ran his hands through the beautiful curls, laughing when he got caught in some tangles.

“Believe me when I say I’m going to get you back for that,” Michael warned as he nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in.

“Did you not like it,” he questioned nervously?

“Oh I liked it. Far too much,” he answered nipping at him gently. “I just remember you saying ‘later’ to my offer earlier. And I plan to collect.” Alex laughed as he kissed his neck and up his jaw.

“We need to talk about this,” he said, pushing him back slightly. He was afraid he would ruin the comfortable bubble they had built around themselves. But when he met Michael’s eyes, there was no indication of that at all. In fact, he was just smiling. More pure than Alex had seen in so long.

“We will. Because I just want to be clear. I love you Alex. And no one is going to take you away from me again.” He thought he felt a tear slip from his eye but Michael brushed it away. All he could do was nod.

They cuddled on the crappy futon, both eventually drifting off into a light nap. Alex was the one who woke to the sound of the door to the bunker opening. He jerked out of Michael’s arms, because as much as he wanted to just lay there, someone (probably Kyle) was going to get an eye full.

#malex fanfiction #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #michael guerin/alex manes #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #gift

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chaoticspacefam · 3 years

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6. “How do you think this will all end?” for D'leah, please <3

Pinky once again picking THE juiciest possible combo of prompt + characters, everybody go thank her bc I had a blast with this 👀 I’ve been wanting to write a oneshot for this part of the story for a while and this is the perfect excuse mwahaha

@palepinkycat here you go! Sorry this one took a little while, I haven’t had time to sit and write it out till now, but hopefully it’s a decent enough length to make it up to you! 👀

I have more to say about the body language I described in here (namely the significance of the “under chin” snuggles & also why D’leah Yelled At Abe When He Tried To Do It To Her At The End), but I have a Worldbuilding tag somewhere in my mentions so I’mma save it for that basically. More Tomato Lore gonna drop sometime in the next week or two once I’m done with the drawings skshsks I tried to do one for this one too but it was not coming out right so maybe some other time XD

I’ve seen a lot of fics explore what it’s like to have a Force bond and communicate with it but I’ve seen very few that deal with the “what if it breaks when one of them dies” side of it, so this is my take on what happens and how it probably feels for the “surviving” party; I usually describe my Force bonds as a sort of ethereal “thread” type thing that then connects their emotions/souls/however you want to see it and yadda yadda, so...you can’t tell me that snapping that thread wouldn’t fucking hurt ;-; For extra heart hurty, the song quotes were the main two songs I listened to while working on each “part” of this fic, so you can use them for ambience if you want ;)

As always I use the Coruscant Translator for (most of) my High Sith, translations are included on the bottom however :) (since the quote from the prompt is said in Sith, they’re gonna talk in High Sith sometimes being well...Sith :3)

Abaron is the best brother-in-law, I do not make the rules. D’leah you need to apologise to this man immediately 😂 she does, immediately after this (not shown) dw, I swear

Timeline/Setting: 3729 BBY (roughly/according to the still-holey timeline I’ve been working on since the “canon” one was released) Immediately post-Valkoriate takeover. As in, literally just happened slash is happening as this occurs.

Warnings: Character Death mention (Kissai), Breaking Force Bonds, Plenty of angst (it was from an “angsty” prompt list, after all! 😬) , possible slight gore (?) in the form of description of a former injury from a concussion grenade (just to be safe lol), and ofc some Cuss Words (™)

^^ these are ur warnings, click past this cut at ur own risk and I am not responsible for how you react bc you chose to pass the warning k thanks ^^

“Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not. He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got. Oh lord, oh lord, I’m begging you please...don’t take that sinner from me -” ~ The Civil Wars, “Devil’s Backbone”

It all happened so fast, they had to react fast if they were going to save the twins, and D’leah knew that. She’d tried so desperately to help her husband, pouring as much of her Force energy as she could through the bond they shared. It had always worked before, why wasn’t it working NOW?! D’leah didn’t know, but she could feel him growing weaker and weaker by the second.

D’leah - his voice was so distant and faint, she almost didn’t want to acknowledge the reality of it. No, no no, he wasn’t dying he couldn’t be dying, no no no…. D-Don’t do this. Sai… her grip on the control cluster tightened until her knuckles turned pale, they were already in the air. It would be easy to do what she knew he was about to ask...but it would mean leaving him to his fate. Could she do that?

Dimly, D’leah could hear Abaron chattering to the girls behind her as he made sure they stayed in their seats, but she couldn’t hear the words any of them were saying, there was just him and that horrible, ominous weakness bleeding from her husband’s end of the bond.

You need to run… Kissai urged her. PROMISE me. The girls-

I can’t...not without you! her mind-voice caught as if the words were difficult to form, she felt him slip further away and frantically tried to bolster his strength up again, but somehow, she couldn’t put her finger on how, it only seemed to make the other Pureblood weaker. Sai, snichi… she pleaded, and she could feel the barest attempt at a smile from her husband as he gave her his final farewell,

Nu aki j’us, D’leah. RUN. For me...

His words were far weaker now, more forced, as if even Kissai knew he was running out of time to convey his plea. D’leah realised with a growing sense of horror that they really didn’t have another option, she had to protect their daughters. She reached towards the navcomputer to punch in the quickest hyperspace code she could think of that would get them as far away from Imperial Space as possible, but never managed to get there.

The pain hit her so fast that D’leah had no time to prepare for it even if in reality, she’d known it was coming. First, came the white-hot metal rod of pain that jammed right down the center of her spine. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire and it was this that was enough to cause her to cry out in pain and lose her grip on the ship’s controls as the Pureblood was thrown sideways in her seat. She managed to fall with just enough grace to get herself out of Abaron’s way and as she hit the floor and the pain kept coming, she faintly heard the man curse in High Sith as he lunged across to take her place in the pilot’s seat before they nose-dived into Force-only-knows what, out here in open space like they were.

Then she felt the thread of Force energy between herself and her husband straining, threatening to snap, and before long, it did. D’leah knew logically there was nothing she could do to stop it, and that trying would make it hurt more, but she was desperate and on reflex she could not help but try. Frantically, she reached out with her own Force energy and clasped for each thread as it tore away from her, bit by bit, as if clutching at the strings would somehow, futilely, keep him here. Would let him live. But still, the pain came again, and again, and she fancied that the sinews of flesh being ripped from bone when she lost part of her face to that concussion grenade had been less painful than this. “No...no no no no please...please! NO!!!” Everything else was so faint and far-away in comparison that D’leah didn’t realise that her scream had been out loud this time, her fingers fumbling for her heart, though she couldn’t rightly tell if that was where the pain was truly coming from and it was simply a reflexive reaction.

For a long while she clenched her teeth through wave after wave of pain, and while it didn’t stop, it became easier with every breath for D’leah to push it into the background. Slowly, the Pureblood’s blurry vision cleared and she realised the twins were staring down at her, wide-eyed in horror.

She needed to get up. She needed to go to them, she needed to be strong. For them.

Saarai reached for her first, but she scooped both of them up into her arms as best as she was able, all but falling into the seat where the twins had been huddled moments before. The girls both clamored to settle themselves as close to her as they could without pushing the other out of her grasp too. D’leah held onto them as tightly as she could, only vaguely aware of Saarai’s voice as she chattered a question up at her, catching every second word or so. “Moooom!” as she reached up towards her again, and “Dad...gonna find us...right?”

Their mother shushed them softly, adjusting her grip to fit both of the twins, as best she was able, beneath her chin. Safe. They were safe there.

“Shhh, shh-shh, my little one.” she croaked shakily, a tremor passing through her frame as she tried to keep her voice steady and convincing through the lie. “He’ll catch up later, don’t you worry.”

They sat in silence, D’leah clutching them against her chest as if they, too, might disappear if she let them go for even one second, and Abaron took over piloting the ship so that she didn’t have to. He’d practically done all the work already, anyway. She risked a glance down at her daughters, and caught the wary glint in Saarai’s golden eyes, the sideward glance at her sister, and she knew that they knew it was a lie. But she had not the heart to tell them that yet. Not now, through the tears that had begun to stream from her eyes despite her attempts to hold them at bay. She did not mean to cry, but what else could she do??

Saarai’s tiny fingers reached up shakily, when she realised what they were, to brush the liquid tracks from her chin and the spurs on her jaw. It only made her cry more and hold them tighter.

“Nunchi woiunoks, oi ai utja…” she breathed soothingly, hoping it was convincing enough for the twins. “Mom’s got you...nothing is ever going to hurt you while I’m here.” She held them like that right until they landed.

“The daughter of a lawyer, told the fallen priest “it’s a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief”, And tapping at the arrow in her heel, she said “LEAVE ME ALONE! ...but just don’t leave me here, alright?” Alright..” ~ Iron & Wine, “Arms of a Thief”

By the time they arrived at their destination, some planet called “Rishii” that she doesn’t ever recall knowing of before - but perhaps that’s a good thing - and Abaron managed to find them a place to stay, the pain she had felt had dulled to more of a phantom throbbing than anything else. But her consciousness felt vulnerable and empty without Kissai’s own Force presence winding around hers, she felt alone, even though physically she was not. D’leah had sung and rocked the twins to sleep, with some effort, and glanced down at them as they slept, Ni’kasi’s arms curled around her sister as she burrowed under her chin for comfort beneath the blanket their mother had tucked around them.

The pain was gone, and in its wake came the FURY. It bubbled to the surface all too quickly, and D’leah began to tremble again, a growl rumbling deep in her throat as she realised that first, the girls were theoretically out of danger, and secondly, she still had a ship. She could go back.

“I’m going to kill that fucker.” the Pureblood wheeled for the door, only to find it blocked by Abaron, who seemed to have pre-empted her outburst. She stopped short, a hiss slipping past her teeth as her lip curled back to show her fangs briefly. “Abe. Move.” she snarled, resisting the urge to shout so as to not wake Saarai and Ni’kasi from their slumber. The tips of Abaron’s jaw spurs shook as, for once in his life, he declined to follow her order.

“No. My Lord, I can’t let you do that.”

It took every ounce of her self control not to do worse, but as it was, D’leah tried to lunge for him so she could force her way past, he might not have been taller than her but he was stronger, and heavier too. The man reacted just as quickly, his own hands closing around her wrists to push back and keep her in place, his own feet firmly rooted in the doorway as he grunted. “D’leah! Listen to me, please!”

The tears threatened to come to the surface again, her eyes burning hot, though this time the matriarch forced them down, though her voice still quivered as she spat, each word punctuated with a quiver in her voice.

“You have no idea how I am feeling right now!”

“Not wholly, no.” Abaron argued, releasing her arms as she dropped them back to her sides, her remaining spurs still rattling softly in agitation. “But I know that going back there now is foolish, my Lord!”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Way!” D’leah hissed, though she didn’t have the strength left after the manic dash away from Kaas to call the lightning to her fingertips and lend to the threat she was trying to punctuate. “H-He is sitting there, on our homeworld, w-with our people’s blood on his hands!” she tried to shove him again, but her fist connected dully with the plated armour on the other Pureblood’s chest and didn’t make much of an impact on him. “They’re all dead and y-you just want me to -!!”

“I’m trying to protect you, my Lord!” his teeth flashed back at her, yet another thing she would not have stood for if she was half as lucid as usual. He continued on further, his voice a low, agitated growl as he lowered his face to hers as if to punctuate his point. “That is my charge, it’s what you bid me to do and I will not have you risking your life for such a foolish venture, you’re not thinking straight! We are the only ones left! It’s my duty to make sure that all three of you stay alive!”

She flinched at the reminder. Them, and Vowrawn, perhaps...if he was sneaky enough. But Abaron was right, going back would put him at risk, too. His eyes searched hers frantically, and his hands remained raised as if Abaron wasn’t completely sure he wouldn’t need to hold her back again. D’leah was in half a mind about it herself, she wasn’t sure how to react now. And what her brother-in-law said next put the nail in the coffin, so to speak:

“Dias dari j'us minti pa saû iki wisa qorit?” he urged, the words a muttered whisper.

The Pureblood matriarch felt her anger fizzle out almost instantly as the realization sank in. The girls....they were only children. They were far too young for this. Too young, they were too young for this talk of death and loss and grief; too young to have to understand if she left them here and did not come back either. Their father’s passing would weigh heavily on them for the rest of their lives, they didn’t deserve to have to lose their mother, and on the same day, too...

She deflated, her shoulders sagging in defeat, and another tremor wracked her frame as she dropped her own gaze to the floor for the moment. “Abe...I-”

“I know.” he sighed, relaxing as he stepped up to draw her against his chest sympathetically. She almost didn’t react, until she felt his chin brush the top of her head and she realized what he was trying to do. Despite his attempt at the gesture being comforting, D’leah jerked herself away from him to growl warningly. “Dari nindz.”

He looked momentarily taken aback, holding his hands up amicably as he apologised. “I was just...I thought you needed-” “Nu sûa nindz zo ardira!” she snapped at him, but mercifully, turned away from the door and stalked further inside once more.

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Sith translations, in order:

Snichi... - please...

Nu aki j’us. - I (romantic) love you.

Nunchi woiunoks, oi ai utja. - Sweet little one, it’s alright.

Dias dari j'us minti pa saû iki wisa qorit? - How do you think this will all end?

Dari nindz - Don’t.

Nu sûa nindz zo ardira! - I’m not a child!

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #hoooo the angst #tw: character death #swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai #swtor ''oc'': abaron ahaszaai #sith pureblood #swtor oc: saarai ahaszaai #swtor oc: ni'kasi ahaszaai #the ahaszaai twins #by brief/honorable mention #i mean they're asleep but they're there skhskhskdn #i *do* have a much shorter oneshot that was basically just before this during the whole ''shit we gotta RUN'' phase #but from baby saarai's point of view #i just originally wrote it for zephyrverse lore so i will prob have to do some editing b4 i can post it too but maybe one day LMAO #and i do have an idea for a oneshot some fluffy mother-daughter bonding #that i might work on next once i've worked on some owed art stuff next week #as a counter-balance to this angst-hammer bc it really is one #i'm sorry #i got carried away lmao #i want u all to know that writing this hurt me just as much as it's prolly gonna hurt u to read ;-;#but at the same time i also...am v proud of it?? i like this one a lot o.o

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Dorms

Steve Harrington x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nothing I don’t think? Maybe moving away from home

Author’s Note: I’m currently rewatching stranger things as an intermission before I start Hannibal over again so this is exactly my moom, i love steve

Requested: by anon, omg haha im the steve anon :) i was wondering if u could write smthg where reader is going off to uni but steve is staying back in hawkins to work or whatever and hes planning on reapplying next year or whatever. and maybe u could write ab the drive up to her new school, like he took the day off to take her there and get her dorm set up and like lowkey angsty but also fluff cuz my heart cant take too much pain rn 😅❤️ also i absolutely love all ur will fics 🥰🥰 thanks again love

Summary: the requests

Genre: fluffy with borderline angst

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Steve knew that that horrendous summer would be your last little bit of time together and he had tried to enjoy every moment he spent with you, regardless of the mall being completely wrecked by an otherworldly creature. You were his best girl and the only reason he was able to successfully say that he got over Nancy Wheeler.

You and Steve started dating at the end of your senior year in high school. You had made it very clear from the get go that you had been accepted to a college that was about two hours away from Hawkins and you were planning on going, with or without Steve. He didn’t have the numbers to get into the college at the time and it had taken him too long to be accepted at all. He promised to reapply your sophomore year but it was still a whole school year away from each other not counting the visits.

He took the day off working at the movie store so that he could drive you up to your dorm. He was hell bent on making the day a fun one instead of the sad one he thought it would inevitable turn out to be. He grabbed a mixtape that he had made for you when you first started dating and popped it into his car.

“You know,” he said over ‘Every Breath You Take’, “you really could just make this commute every day if you wake up early enough.” You scoffed. Your parents were in the car behind you but you were trying to put it out of your mind just in case you wanted to get off an exit and pull a quickie with Steve before you couldn’t.

“I could if I got up at like 3am and I am not trying to make that commute.”

“I would get up with you. Make some coffee and say goodbye before the sun comes up, you know!” You gave him a look and he nodded, shrugging. “I guess you’re right. But still, you know how much I’m going to miss you.” You nodded.

“Should have put your papers in sooner bucko,” you said, nudging him. He leaned over and put his hand on your thigh.

“I have never gotten a paper in on time.”

“I can concur.” He looked over at you and you put a hand through his hair. It was filled with products but you didn't mind that much as long as he let you touch it.

“You sure you won’t forget about this pretty face of mine while you’re out?” he asked. He was deciding to be playfully vulnerable, a cop out to being actually vulnerable but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“I could never. Plus, Jonathan gave me a shit ton of polaroids from when we got together at the pool with him and Nancy. I shall hang them all over my dorm room wall so any boy who enters will know that I am taken.” He nodded, squeezing your thigh.

You arrived not long after and you convinced your parents to get some food so that you and Steve could sit alone. He was helping you bring boxes up and you were throwing things at each other and he was complaining about how many of his shirts you had packed.

It was like nothing had or was going to change.

That was the way you both liked it.

You stood on your bed and he sat by your feet, going through the pictures Jonathan had taken. He was also holding the tape as you started to decorate your walls. You had the basic bones down of the room, the bed and clothes done and you wanted to have some things for Steve to help you with.

“I made this,” he said, grabbing a thing out of his pocket. You looked down at him and took the piece of paper. You smiled as you unfolded it, laughing.

“Steve…”

“Put it up there!”

It was a clear crayon drawing that looked like it was done in three seconds but it was still cute. Two stick figures were on the paper as well as yours and Steve's names. On the top it said, plain and clear, ‘she’s taken’ which you thought was cheesy but you could never tell him that. He handed you a bit of tape and you put it between two pictures of you and Steve in the pool and sitting beside it, your feet in the water.

“Thank you Steve,” you muttered and he nodded proudly.

“Anytime you need my artistic skills you just call,” he said, pointing at you.

“I might just have to drive down and pick something up from you if I need it.” He nodded.

“That’s perfectly alright with me.” You smiled.

“Good, then I will. Whenever I can.”

“Good.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #stranger things imagines

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alj4890 · 4 years

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Prompt Request/Rachel Green Friends Quote Prompt

(Matt Rodriguez x Addison Sinclair) with the quote, "Come on, Name! Let's go have sex!" As requested by @krsnlove

(Matt x Addison) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries fanfic.

A/N A little angsty in parts but fluff always abounds with this particular pair 😉

Masterlist

Messed Up

"ADDISON!" Shannon cried out.

She and Holly burst into Addison's West Hollywood apartment.

"I'm in the kitchen." Addison yelled out.

The two friends rushed in there, expecting to see mass amounts of blood, broken bones, perhaps even a severed limb.

The emergency text they had received earlier had said, 911 I'M DYING!

Instead, the two found their friend with an open tub of ice cream, a bottle of rum, and a can of whipped cream.

Holly folded her arms. "I thought you were dying?"

"I am." Addison whined. "I messed up big time tonight." She squirted some whipped cream in her mouth. "I either have to die or move to another country."

"Addi." Shannon slumped over the bar. She held her hand up and put her thumb and index finger close together. "I was this close to getting Chris ready to talk about our future."

Holly softly snorted. "I was sorting laundry." Her usual smirk formed. "I'm all for an embarrassing story."

Addison dropped her head back. "I can't believe what happened."

"Just tell us." Shannon pleaded.

"Remember when I said I was going to that party of Marianne's?" She scooped ice cream in her blender, poured some rum and milk, then added caramel sauce. Within minutes she had the three of them some boozy milkshakes.

Holly and Shannon took their drinks to the couch while Addison settled in her oversized chair.

"I might have made a fool of myself." She began.

**************

Earlier that night...

"...and these are a sample of what the fall styles will be." Marianne flipped through some of her mockups.

"These are gorgeous." Addison gushed. "I can't wait until the Milan fashion show."

Marianne smiled indulgently at her favorite former student. "I'm going to end it with your winter gown designs."

"No! Really?" Addison squealed and hugged her. "I can't believe it! Thank you so much!"

The doorbell rang.

"Enjoy the party." Marianne winked and hurried off to mingle with those that had come in.

"Someone's happy."

Addison spun around. "Evan? Where--when did you get back in town?"

"Yesterday." His bright smile glowed against his tan skin. "I was hoping I would bump into you."

"Really?" She couldn't quite keep the bitter skepticism out of her tone. "When--"

**************

"Hold up!" Shannon interrupted with her hands up in the air. "Evan was there? Evan, I'm the biggest cheating scumbag walking, Richards?

"Yep." Addison shot another burst of whipped cream in her mouth

Holly rolled her eyes. "Your mistake that you are dying over doesn't have anything to do with your ex, does it?"

"Kinda." Addison stirred her milkshake. "Anyway, at that moment...you know who walked in."

*************

"Looks like the tabloids are correct." Evan whispered.

"Huh?" Addison followed his gaze and felt her heart drop.

Matt had arrived with that skank, Elisa, on his arm.

***************

Shannon choked on her drink.

Holly added more rum to her own shake. "You're not wrong. She is a definite skank of the first order. A destroyer of men. A plague upon the innocent. The pain in my a--"

"And let's continue with the story." Shannon quickly interjected. "What is our sweet and precious Matt doing with someone like her?"

*************

Elisa Marinova smiled as she held fast to Matt's arm. The famous model made sure to be on her best behavior while around the movie star.

She basked in the attention she was drawing by having someone like Matt by her side. It was just the change she needed to reinvigorate her career. Her agent could not have given better advice than to pursue Hollywood's nicest guy.

Surely if he appeared to like her then everyone else would and the acting offers she coveted would begin to pour in.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Matt asked.

"I would love a cosmo." She watched him walk away and smoothly settled within a circle that had a number of producers and directors in it.

***************

"Who was in the group? Was Thomas? Please tell me either he or Marcus was." Shannon begged. "I would love to see them set her in her place."

"They weren't." Addison sniffed and held her glass out for Holly to add more rum. "Tommy Phelps was there and he kept going on and on how he needed her smokin' body in his next film." She took another hit of whipped cream. "The very movie he has cast Matt in."

Holly shook her head. "You still haven't gotten to the embarrassing part."

Addison dropped her head in her hands. "Evan called out to Matt."

*****************

"Rodriguez!" Evan motioned with his head. "Get over here."

Matt's friendly smile firmed into a thin line when he saw Evan's arm around Addison. "Hey. How are you?"

"Good. You?" Addison asked.

"Can't complain." He muttered. His eyes lingered on her a moment then focused on Evan. "How did the shoot go in Prague?"

"Great." Evan replied. He squeezed Addison closer. "Missed a few people while away." He winked at Matt. "Luckily there were a few locals that kept my morale up."

*************

"That sleeze! He actually said that he hooked up with locals while hugging you?" Shannon held her glass toward Holly for another refill. "He--he--somebody needs to punch him!"

"You at least stepped on his foot?" Holly asked. "Stomped on his instep? Quick elbow to the groin?"

Addison shook her head. "Not exactly." She tucked a blonde lock of hair behind her ear.

***********

"So you and Elisa?" Evan said in a low tone. "Nice."

Addison and Matt glared at him.

"How did you manage that?" Evan asked, oblivious to their annoyance.

Matt rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, we aren't exactly--"

"I was afraid you forgot about me." Elisa cooed while settling her arm around Matt's waist. She focused her practiced smile upon Addison and Evan. "I don't believe we've met."

"This is Addison Sinclaire." Matt said. His smile turned tender. "If you're lucky, you have worn at least one if her creations."

"Oh, you're a designer?" Elisa asked. "I don't think I've heard of you." She shrugged with a laugh. "Of course, I do typically work only with the top of the fashion profession."

*************

"That skank!" Shannon hiccupped. "If you ever dress her, I will burn the outfit." She took another sip of her melted milkshake. "Preferably with her in it."

"Shh!" Holly hissed. "I need to hear the embarrassing part!"

**************

"Evan Richards," the movie star introduced himself while Matt and Addison fumed at the intended insult. "Weren't you a Victoria Secret model a couple of years ago?"

Elisa giggled. "I was." Her eyes cut in a coy manner. "You have some memory there."

"One has to in my line of work." His eyes drifted down her figure. "I think it helps to remember someone when they have such distinguishing characteristics."

*************

Holly clapped her hand over Shannon's mouth. "Don't stop!" She commanded Addison.

**************

"My Matt said the same thing." Elisa leaned her body against his side. "Didn't you?"

**************

Shannon ripped Holly's hand off her mouth. "I would give anything to have been there to tell that b--"

"I wish you had." Addison picked up the bottle of rum and poured more into her empty cup. "It would have helped me keep my mouth shut."

"Finally!" Holly slumped back into the couch. She held her glass up with a grin. "What did you say?"

*************

"I don't think I said--" Matt squirmed, trying to be free of her.

"Evan thinks the same about me." Addison declared. "Don't you?" She elbowed him in the ribs.

Evan dragged his eyes from Elisa's chest. "Huh? Yeah, sure do." He smiled down at Addison. "Everyone knows you're cute."

"Addison," Matt's tone gentled. "Can I talk privately to you for a moment?"

"Is it okay with you, Evan?" Addison tried to keep a look of adoration on her face as she gazed up at the slimeball.

"Sure." His lips curved. "I believe Elisa and I can keep each other occupied."

Elisa stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Matt's cheek. "Don't be gone too long."

He untangled himself from her and followed Addison to a secluded corner.

"What did you need to talk about?" She asked.

"You're not seriously back with that jerk are you?" He asked.

Addison narrowed her eyes. "No, but it is tempting."

Matt rubbed his hands over his face. "Addison, I can't stand the thought of you going down that road again."

"Why?" She prompted, hoping he would say what she wanted to hear.

"Because you're too good for someone like him." He replied. "You're one of my closest friends and I don't--"

"Friends." She mumbled. "Is Elisa a friend or something more?"

"I--" he colored some. "She would like us to become closer but--"

"And you talk about my taste in men." Addison folded her arms. "I can't believe you would choose someone like her to date."

Matt's temper flared. "I think of the two of us, your choice is much more worse than mine."

"No one is worse than your gorgeous Elisa." She glared up at him. "I didn't know you were the type of guy to go for looks only."

"I don't--" Matt's jaw spasmed as Elisa and Evan interrupted them.

"Matt, is she upsetting you?" Elisa carressed his bicep. "Why don't you let me take your mind off of everything?

Addison refused to witness Matt leaving with this skank. She grabbed Evan's arm. "Come on Evan. Let's go have sex!"

Matt's jaw dropped. "Addison! Wait! I--"

She jerked Evan along behind her, ignoring Matt's pleading.

Once outside, Evan pulled her into his embrace. "Baby, I knew you couldn't resist me." His lips barely brushed hers. He groaned and doubled over. "What the hell?!"

"Don't ever touch me again!" She yelled, shaking her hand. His abs were not the place she should have hit.

*************

"Wooooohooooooo!" Shannon bounced on the couch. "I'm so loud--cloud--proud of you." She slurred.

Holly narrowed her eyes. "So Matt thinks that you are here with Evan in naked congress?"

Addison nodded after downing her rum. Tears filled her eyes. "Why didn't I tell him the truth?"

"The one where you think he has a cute butt?" Shannon asked with a giggle.

"The one where you secretly write his name and yours in little hearts?" Holly tipped the bottle toward her lips, swallowing down a gulp of rum.

"The one where you have six babies within the first ten years of marriage?" Shannon reached for the bottle while a goofy grin formed.

"Yes!" Addison exclaimed, burying her head in the throw pillows. "He'll never like me like that now!"

"Whatcha doin?" Holly slurred, when she noticed Shannon tapping on her phone.

"Drunk texting." Shannon sputtered, causing both her and Holly to laugh.

"What's Chris saying?" Holly leaned over to read the text and ended up sliding off the couch.

Addison and Shannon laughed until they were crying at the look on Holly's face.

"He's on his way!" Shannon struggled to her feet. "I gotta meet him at the door."

Holly patted Addison on the back. "You be good. We'll check on you tomorrow."

"Thanks." Addison hugged them both. "You guys are so great."

Shannon broke away when there was a knock on the door. "There he is!" She stumbled over, holding the wall when she got dizzy and opened up the door.

"Matty!" She threw her arms around him. "Thanks for hurrying!"

"I was driving past when I got the text." His brow was furrowed as he noticed how drunk the three ladies were. "What's wrong?"

Addison stared at him slack-jawed.

"Addison messed up!" Holly's glasses were askew as she grinned. "She meant to tell you to come here for sex instead of that walking STD."

"Holly!" Addison cried out. She covered her face, praying that everyone would leave.

"We'll go so you two can Mar--hic--Mar--hic--Vin Gaye it." Shannon swayed as she walked out. "G'night!"

Holly followed her while humming Let's Get It On.

He closed the door and silently studied Addison.

She twisted the bottom of her pajama top while avoiding his eyes. "Have a seat."

He stepped into her living room and bent down to pick up the rum bottle. "Seems like you had a better party here."

"Heh. Yeah." Addison mumbled.

Matt sat down in a chair near where she sat on the couch. "Addison, I--"

"Matt, I--"

They both hesistated. She motioned for him to go first.

"I'm not with Elisa." He explained. "She asked me for a ride to the party and I didn't know how to get rid of her."

Addison looked up at him. "Thank goodness. She's such a skank."

Matt snorted and coughed on his laughter. "Anyway, Shannon's text said you needed to tell me something important and that I had to rush over."

"Oh." She rubbed her sweaty palms on her pajama pants. "Well, I'm not with Evan. And I didn't have sex with him." She shuddered. "Makes me want to throw up thinking about it."

Matt smiled at her. "Good. I'm not sure what the masculine form of skank is but he is definitely that."

Addison giggled and looked up at him. "I'm so glad you're back home."

"Me too." He murmered. "Why don't you get some rest and I come by tomorrow? We can spend the day at the beach. Go by that Chinese resturant you love so much for dinner." He gently cupped her cheek. "There's something I would like to talk to you about."

She searched his eyes for some clue to what he wanted to talk about. "I'd like that."

His smile made her own form.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Me too." He wished her a goodnight and opened her door.

Addison scrambled off the couch and called out to him as he headed toward her building's elevator. "Did Shannon text anything else?"

Matt nodded. "She did."

Addison quirked an eyebrow in silent question.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened. Matt smiled at her as he stepped into it. "She said we needed to finally admit how in love we are."

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Phantom Pain (27)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF.

DESCRIPTION - Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom.

Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven - Killer

You were dangerously close to being late for work as you hurriedly rushed down the stairs, your hair still slightly damp as you hurriedly buttoned your blouse.

Bucky had found the gym equipment you had set up where the pews had been in the original church and was making use of it. You blindly wandered towards the makeshift kitchen you’d set up, eyes transfixed on the way his abs were clenching and contacting as he did one armed pull ups on the metal bars.

Thoughts of lateness were brushed aside as you reached for the coffee pot, your fingers brushing across the hot coffee cup you had assumed was his but you didn’t take your coffee the same way and judging by the colour of the coffee, this was yours. It was such a tiny little act, almost insignificant in the grand scheme of things but the easy domesticity and thoughtfulness of it made your heart pitter pat in your chest.

You picked it up and smiled over at him, seeing that you were looking he winked and picked up the pace, showing off.

The sound of your laughter drifted over to him and the sight of you standing there, barefoot and bathed in golden light as you smiled brightly and held the coffee he’d made for you filled his chest with warmth. For so long his life had been about fighting, seventy years of conflict, pain, torture, redemption and loss. And now there was you, a woman he thought was beautiful inside and out who’d fought through your own issues just to give him a chance and you were smiling at him.

“I’m going to be late.” You said, but you weren’t moving.

“I’ll get my stuff so you can lock up your secret base behind us. Eat something, I’ll shower.” He said, dropping easily to the floor.

“You can lock up. You’re already in the system, you have the same clearance here as you do at the compound.” You told him.

He looked at you in surprise.

“Stark set this place up? Do we all have access?” He asked.

“He did, and no. It was just Bruce and Snark until a few days ago when I asked him to add you into the security system matrix or whatever it’s called.” You laughed.

“I can’t believe you ever fooled us into thinking you were a hacker.” He laughed, trying to get a handle on the growing emotions flowing through him at the knowledge you’d accepted him into your life so thoroughly.

“I’m a good liar. You should maybe, if you wanted that is, you could move some stuff here. Weapons and things I mean. It’s a good base and you might need to use it at some point.” You stammered nervously.

It was the straw that broke the camels back for Bucky. He strutted towards you like a man on a mission and you barely had time to put your coffee down safely before he descended on you, sweeping you into his arms and kissing you like his life depended on it. Ignoring the fact he was sweaty and you were freshly showered you threw your arms around him and kissed him back with as much passion as he was showing.

“I’m really really going to be late.” You said but instead of pulling away, you tightened your grip on him.

“Then you should go.” He said, not moving at all.

“Hmm.” You agreed.

Your phone started ringing obnoxiously and your groaned, headbutting his shoulder gently and he chuckled and pulled it out of your pocket and handed it to you.

“Yes Matt?” You answered drily.

“Your penthouse sold for the asking price, do you want me to straight ahead and transfer those funds into the Hercules Foundation?” He said without preamble.

“It’s been on the market for like five days, how did it sell…. Oh. Snark. Hold off on that for now.” You instructed.

“Ok, I also have the contracts for the new science division drawn up for you to look over and Foggy wants to go over the terminations of the government contracts with you.” He said.

“I’m on my way into the office, send Foggy over.” You sighed.

“I’ll tell him to bring a lot of coffee with him.” Matt remarked and hung up on you.

“Sounds like you’ve got your hands full.” Bucky noted.

“Yeah… I really do. Who knew dismantling a company and rebuilding it as a charity foundation would be so difficult?” You joked.

“You did, but you did it anyway. You knew it would be difficult and you decided to take it on without hesitating and you invested your personal fortune into it.” He said, not even trying to hide the admiration in his voice.

You blushed and started searching for your shoes that you knew were somewhere around. Bucky coughed to get your attention and held them out to you. You grinned and kissed him on the cheek as you grabbed them and slipped them on.

“Have a good day at work Domniţă.” He told you, chuckling as you tried to get out of the door while Frank, who’d jumped down from the rafters bit at your heels.

“I’ll see you at home tonight, take this asshole back to the compound with you?” You asked and he nodded at you.

You finally made your escape and ran for the car that was parked in an old shed, reminding yourself with every step that Foggy was heading towards your office and you couldn’t turn around.

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As soon as you stepped out of the elevator you knew something was wrong. Foggy had unsurprisingly beaten you there and was stood in front of your office door, whispering into his phone, stress and concern pouring off of him.

“She’s here, gotta go.” He whispered and hung up the phone.

“Good morning!” He greeted you, a little too loud and a little too cheerfully.

“What’s wrong?” You asked suspiciously.

“What? Nothing. Just need to go over these contracts with you.” He said.

You narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head at his odd behaviour, reaching past him to open your office door. He pushed your hand away quickly and stood in front of the handle, blocking it.

“Foggy.” You warned.

“Let’s go get breakfast? Have you had any? Lets get a second breakfast, you know, like Hobbits? A business breakfast.” He rambled, sweating nervously.

You lost your patience and gently but firmly pushed past him and into your office. You gasped at the sight as soon as you did. The office was exactly as you had left it. Almost.

Along the wall, behind your desk there was a message.

KILLER. Written in what you hoped was red paint, above large picture of you. You saw that your eyes had been scratched out and the same red paint had been used to draw a line across your throat.

“It was here when I arrived. I called Matt, he’s on his way.” Foggy said apologetically.

“Tell him not to come.” You whispered.

Bile rose up your throat and you felt light headed. Someone had been in here, bypassing the first class security system and leaving a clear threat for you. You felt violated and though you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, there were the first stirrings of fear in your gut.

You didn’t want Bucky to find out about this, or any of The Avengers to be honest but especially Bucky. You knew with absolute certainty that he would worry, he would act over-protective and probably hunt down whoever had done this and dispose of them. You didn’t want to put him through this. You didn’t want him to feel the way you did right now.

But if you didn’t tell Bucky and he found out, he’d feel betrayed. And he’d want to be able to help you with this, you knew that. Besides, there was nobody you trusted more. So you did the smart thing and you called him.

One hour and forty minutes later one of the admins stepped out of the elevator with a pile of papers she needed you to look over and frowned.

“Miss King? Is everything alright?” She asked.

You and Foggy looked up from where you were working in the reception area of your office.

“Everything’s fine. I just have some decorators in my office at the moment.” You lied easily, holding out your hands for the papers.

As soon as the elevator doors closed with the admin inside again Bucky stepped out of your office with a stony expression.

“It’s not paint.” He said and you gulped.

“Blood?” You asked, knowing what the answer would be and he nodded.

“Do you have any idea who might have a grudge against you?” He asked, clenching his jaw.

“Plenty of people.” You said coldly.

“No, they have grudges against your father not you.” Foggy corrected.

“Well, he’s dead and I’m not.” You pointed out.

“Fear not Princess, whoever the scum was who did this we shall find and destroy them for you.” Thor boomed from the office.

“Thanks Thor.” You called.

Thor had tagged along when Bucky had asked Loki to come. Whoever it was had snuck into a highly secure building unseen and entered a locked office without leaving a trace. The God Of Mischief was someone that Bucky wanted working this with him.

The elevator dinged again and Bucky sighed and stepped back into the office.

“Miss King, The Washington Post are calling again, so is The New Yorker.” The front desk secretary said, the poor woman looking frazzled.

“Just, tell them… I don’t know, tell them I’ll call them back tomorrow to arrange something. Tell anyone who calls the same thing and make a note and email me.” You said, sighing heavily.

“Yes Miss King.” She said and scampered back into the elevator.

“You need an assistant.” Foggy remarked as Bucky came back out of the office.

Bucky had said the same thing last night. You needed your own Pepper Potts.

“That’s it, all other business is being pushed back until I can find an assistant. Or three.” You remarked, thinking about just how much work you had to get through.

“Princess! If you require assistance I know of someone who can help you!” Thor yelled, practically bounding out of the office.

“You? You know someone?” You asked in befuddlement.

“A dear friend of mine who is experienced in assisting other with such matters and she recently told me she wants to move back to New York now that Jane has a new job in Germany. She is most trustworthy.” Thor assured.

“Sure, what the hell. She’s hired.” You shrugged throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“As your lawyer I advise that you should probably get her name and do an Interview.” Foggy said nervously, unable to take his eyes off of Thor.

“It’s fine, I trust Thor.” You said.

“A horrible decision.” Loki called from inside the office.

Thor smiled brightly and took your hand in his much larger one.

“I believe you and Lady Darcy will get along, she is a woman of the same calibre as yourself.” Thor assured.

“So she’s a manipulative, sassy genius? I love her already.” You decided.

“I can find no signs of magical tampering.” Loki announced, joining the rest of you in the reception.

“I combed through the security footage, there was nothing out of the ordinary. There was no signs of a break in on the office door or windows.” Bucky told you, looking put out and more than a little furious.

“So whoever it was just walked through the wall?” You asked, sighing heavily.

“It would appear so.” Loki said, looking at you curiously.

“I need to talk to you.” You said to Bucky and he nodded, looking around for somewhere other than the office to take you.

“Come on.” You said, stomping into the office.

You were not going to be chased out of your own space by whoever it was.

“What is it?” He asked, closing the door behind him.

You didn’t answer right away, too busy staring at the mutilated picture of yourself until Bucky stood in front of it with a growl of anger.

“My fa… Alexander King… the fake… I’m just going to refer to him as The Imposter. The Imposter didn’t know I was the Phantom Bucky. He was surprised by it. I think there’s another Phantom and I think they were hunting him and now that he’s dead, they’ve moved onto me.” You admitted.

“Another Phantom?”

“Yes. I don’t think I was the first person to go into that Chamber.” You said.

He pulled something from under his shirt and handed it to you. It was the same Vibranium Knife that The Imposter had tried to kill you with.

“You don’t go anywhere without this.” Bucky instructed as you tentatively took it from him.

You reluctantly nodded.

“There’s something else, something I have to tell you.” Bucky said.

“God, what now?” You asked in trepidation.

He smirked and yanked you forward, into his chest.

“I made us dinner reservations for tonight. That is, if you’ll agree to go on a date with me Domniţă?”

You smiled up at him as he tried to mask the nervous look in his eyes behind a charming grin.

“Bucky… every reason I had for closing myself off turned out to be fake. My whole life has been one big conspiracy. It’s all secrets and lies. Except you. You’re the only thing that’s safe and the only things that’s certain.” You told him, reaching up onto your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Is that a yes?” He checked.

“That’s an absolutely, of course, I would love nothing more.” You promised.

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dyaz-stories · 5 years

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Just Let Go

If I’m honest, I just wanted to write about Inuyasha and Kagome making out. But I also wanted to write something angsty. So, because I’m obsessed with the idea of them or at least one of them being part of some sort of Supernatural Agency, there you have it. I also had to rewrite the ending like five times and I’m sorry if it’s not great. Hope you’ll enjoy anyway ^-^

Word count: 1,502

Tagging: @eternalnight8806-3 @noviceotakus-blog @keichanz @pantheraqueen @theartsygamerrebel

Kagome carefully eyed Inuyasha from over her desk. He hadn’t moved since they had come back after their encounter with Naraku, and she could understand him, to a degree. Once more, the man had been able to run away. Once more, they had failed to stop him, which meant that he would keep murdering, torturing, and gaining more and more power.

She also knew that every encounter was a deep blow for him. It wasn’t just the mockery on his status as a half-demon; it was all the insult to his own strength, the constant, nagging reminder that Inuyasha had failed to protect Kikyo before, and she knew from the way he always looked at her afterwards that he feared he would fail to protect someone again. She didn’t doubt him though — and she didn’t doubt herself either. But then, Kikyo had been a priestess too, and she still had fallen victim to the demon’s hand.

That was, if she was really dead, but neither Inuyasha nor her had really brought up the subject.

With a sigh, she finally stood up. She couldn’t bear watching him staring blankly at his computer’s screen any longer. She walked over to him and softly closed his laptop while sitting on his desk, which made him look at her, for the first time since they’d come back.

“We’ll get him, Inuyasha.”

He scoffed at that and rolled his eyes, and she grimaced. She knew what he thought of her optimism. She also knew that, though he had joined the agency recently, he had been in the business for longer than her. But he had always worked solo, and Kagome didn’t have a single unresolved case behind her. Then again, neither did he. Except for this exact one.

“That ain’t the problem. The problem is fucking when.”

She swallowed as he looked away. She knew that. She didn’t want other deaths any more than he did, but they couldn’t let it stop them either. They needed to rest, and they couldn’t let it cloud their mind entirely. They couldn’t stop living because of him.

Though she was pretty sure Inuyasha had.

She leaned towards him, reaching for his shoulder, and his head snapped up.

For a second, the world froze, as it often did when they touched, when they looked at each other, and Kagome couldn’t hear anything but the beating of her heart.

Inuyasha’s eyes found hers, and she swallowed hard. She was pretty good with people, most of the time, but she just couldn’t read him. She had no idea what was going on in his head as his gaze studied her carefully, with that strange intensity he always had. But when it dropped to her lips, she could only guess what was going through his mind.

They had had a few… Well, a few slip-ups. Brief kisses before going into the battle field, when they were just so terrified to lose each other, and even more almost kisses interrupted by either Miroku, Sango or Shippo.

They were alone and safe in the office right now though. No one would stop them.

Her hand moved from his shoulder to cup his cheek. He didn’t move, didn’t say a thing as his eyes went back to hers. She looked for something, anything there to tell her what to do, but she didn’t find anything, or rather she was incapable of understanding it.

He tilted his head just a little in her hand, and she decided to take that as an invitation. Her mouth found him slowly, hesitantly. It felt like a first kiss all over again. He barely moved against her at first, until his hand grabbed her waist, almost with desperation. It was the only movement he made, until his mouth finally moved against her in a biting kiss. She felt his fangs against her lips and couldn’t help but gasp.

She pulled away for air, her fingers still brushing against his jaw, and he groaned when she moved, his hand on her hip tightening just.

“Shit, Kagome… We can’t…”

No. She wasn’t going to hear it. She had wanted this for so long, and she was positive he wanted it too. He couldn’t give her the entire speech about how they shouldn’t but then behave like that around her. It wasn’t fair, and though she knew he was only trying to protect them both, she refused to go through that once more. This time, before he could continue, her fingers slipped around his neck and she pulled him up towards her.

He followed without any resistance, coming to stand between her legs, and the second their bodies touched, it felt like all his walls fell. Suddenly his hands were everywhere, pressing her closer to him, while his chest was pressed against hers, pushing her down on the desk, forcing her to use one of her hands to support herself while the other secured her grip on him in his hair.

His fangs nipped on her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, using the moment to push her tongue in his. He groaned, taken by surprise, and she smiled against his lips. What did he think, that she was going to sit there and let him have all control? Where would the fun be in that?

Decided not to let him take the advantage, her hand left his hair to travel to his chest, slipping under his shirt to trace his well-defined abs. He hissed at that, and she left his mouth to place a trail of kisses on his jaw, then on his neck, getting a few more groans from him.

“Kagome,” he practically whimpered. Again, he called her name in such a pleading way. She knew part of him probably wanted to tell her to stop, just like she knew he desperately didn’t want her to stop. It had always been his dilemma, but she hoped she could show him he had nothing to fear.

She found his mouth again, slightly softer this time, despite wanting nothing more than to get to know his entire body, right now.

It was his time to surprise her as his hands pulled on her waist, grinding his body against hers, and oh god, that felt good. His clawed fingers pushed her usual long skirt up, trailing on her naked skin, and she couldn’t help but shiver and close her eyes. Oh, she was weak for his claws. It was his time to grin.

“You like that?”

There was nothing teasing in his voice, just genuine curiosity, but all Kagome could do was nod wordlessly. She wondered, briefly, how he felt about his claws. He usually hated everything that reminded him that he was a half-demon. To know that something like that could actually give her pleasure… How did he feel about it?

“You’re fucking wonderful,” he mumbled.

She opened her eyes to look up at him, lips parted and swollen from his kissing. One of his hands left her thigh to grab her chin, his thumb tracing her lips delicately. He kissed her again, much slower, much more sensually, but he actually broke it off when she tried to pull him close again. His hand didn’t leave her leg though.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” he said, his voice low.

She gave a small, hesitant smile. “In a good way, I hope?”

He let out a curse as his fingers started to draw circles on her knee, the sensation making it very hard for her to focus. “Are you sure, Kagome? Things are a fucking mess right now.”

As if there was any doubt on her side.

“Inuyasha, if you don’t want—”

“Don’t say that,” he interrupted her immediately. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. I fucking want you, Kagome.”

She felt an intense warmth spread in her chest and she swallowed, unsure of how to respond at that intensity. He was right, of course, about things being a mess, but she was tired of letting that separate them.

“You think I don’t?” she asked quietly.

He almost groaned at that. Again, she had no idea what she did to him when she said that stuff. The thought that she wanted him was a dangerous one. It made him want to take her right now on his desk. Although, given her smell, she probably wouldn’t mind that. He swallowed slowly.

“…Yeah. You do.”

“Don’t push me away, Inuyasha,” she pleaded softly. Not again.

He closed his eyes. Things were hectic right now, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her, though he knew he had done that before. But they had a right to be happy. They deserved to have some happiness. It was far too late to pretend he didn’t care for her, and if either of them was to die tomorrow, they’d better make now count.

So he kissed her again. Praying he would never have to pull away again.

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fuckinsteverogers · 6 years

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All These Broken Rules: Part 2

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader : Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Rating: 18++++ SERIES

Warnings: Flirting. Kissing. Cursing.

Synopsis: You and Chris Evans have been best friends since high school and when he becomes a part of the Marvel family and makes some new, very attractive friends, some ground rules need to be set… But rules are made to be broken… right?

Author’s Note: Honestly, I’m fumbling around so hard with this fic. I have no plan... well, that’s not true. I have an end goal, but I don’t know what’s going to happen in the middle, so we are on this journey together.

Next part will start to get into all the angsty complicated feelings and we will discover more about the reader’s inner turmoil... I wish my inner turmoil was picking between two gorgeous men. I also changed the decade that reader and Chris have known eachother to two decades, to accomodate Seb and Chris’ ages now, and because I didn’t really think it through when I was writing it.

Anyways, I hope you like this instalment. Feedback is highly encouraged!!

The night started off fairly innocent.

It never stays that way though.

Chris had been invited to a party, which meant you were invited. You'd been to your fair share of parties with Chris, but this was your first celebrity party.

You had expected expensive wine, suits and gowns, smelly cheese, and civilised conversation, but when Chris told you to dress normally; you'd furrowed your brows but shrugged your shoulders, picking a dress that you'd normally wear to a ‘commoner’ party, plain black, tight and fuckin’ hot, with a lilac leather jacket for a pop of colour.

Chris had wolf-whistled when you came out, hair in messy waves and smokey eye was done to perfection. You'd oohed and awed at him dramatically, getting him to do a spin. He looked dashing, and even now at the party, you had a hard time keeping your eyes off of him. I mean, who would stare at your GOD of a best friend.

Now, this party turned out to be exactly the opposite of what you assumed and the moment you stepped over the threshold, you felt guilty for stereotyping famous people as rich snobs.

Turns out the beer was out of a keg, the most common alcohol was Smirnoff vodka that was housed in the massive jungle juice courtesy of the host, which you had yet to figure out who they actually were, and there were more party games being played than you'd seen in your six years of university.

There were so many hot men and women there that it shook you to your core and apparently you were one of them.

“Chris, is this the infamous Y/N we've been hearing so much about?” A tall, handsome Tom Hiddleston asked after Chris shook his hand and gave him a tight hug which was eagerly returned. “She is so much more beautiful than you gave her credit for.”

“I gave her plenty of credit,” Chris replied, smirking at your blush. The colour sprouting on your cheeks only served to egg Tom on, accompanied by the cheeky smirk starting on your lips. It was clear to the men that you were enjoying the banter.

“There is not enough credit in the world to do this woman justice,” Tom tells Chris with his eyes burning into yours. You send a pointed stare to Chris that means ‘Yeah, that's right, bitch’. Chris just rolls his eyes in mock annoyance that is betrayed by the cheeky smirk adorning his plush lips.

You'd only been at the party for ten minutes, had one drink, been complimented by Tom Hiddleston and mocked by Chris when shit had gone downhill.

And by downhill, you mean your eyes were blessed with the sight of Sebastian Stan in a skin-tight shirt and full scruff.

You tried to avoid him, for the sake of your loins and the rules, but it'd be suspicious to run from someone who is actively seeking you out. He found you in the kitchen, pouring yourself some beer from the keg and digging through a lolly bowl to find some goddamn m&ms.

“What a sight for sore eyes,” He interrupted your munching on some peanut m&ms. You gasp slightly, surprised by the interruption but welcoming to the company. You smile up at the towering man and offer your handful of m&ms to him, which only brightens the smile on his face as he takes some and shoves them in his mouth. You watch his lips part and catch the slight glimpse of the pink of his tongue and almost clench your thighs visibly right there.

“You saw me a week ago,” You reply, tipping the rest of your m&ms into your mouth. He shrugs, unbothered by the time frame.

“Too long,” Sebastian replies and your mouth parts slightly in shock.

Did he just say that? As if you guys are friends. You mean, acquaintances, sure, but friends? Not yet.

The thought sends your head whirling because is he admitting he likes you? Maybe you're overthinking it.

“Chris is a busy man,” You state, trying to push the admittance off as Chris’ absence from social obligations, but Sebastian moves around the table to use the keg and only proves to make sure he's less than arm's length from you.

“We should hang out, just us…” Sebastian requests and you're still starstruck with the words that are emerging from his mouth. “Get to know each other as friends.”

The friends part has you smiling, not because you don't want to be more, but because the pursuit of this relationship as anything but friends is dangerous. Sebastian must either see that too or simply be uninterested in you as a lover.

“I'd really like that,” You agree, absentmindedly thinking about Chris’ reaction to this. More than likely reluctant supportance, only due to the potential for this to escalate, but in what universe does this result in a healthy relationship, two ridiculously busy people. Your attraction to him doesn't guarantee happily ever after.

And fuck, it's almost as if something pulls you towards him and you can't stop the gravitational pull until your hands are smoothing down the front of his shirt and he's looking down at you with those blue eyes you've had so many fantasies about.

“You look ravishing tonight,” He tells you before you have a chance to comment on the tightness of his shirt and the tautness of his abs.

“Ravishing?” You smirk at the specific choice of word, flexing your fingers against his muscular middle. Sebastian's mouth curves into a delectable smirk and you can't help but be turned on by the bad boy vibe he’s sending off tonight.

“Beautiful, gorgeous, edible, completely fucking delicious,” You nod along with the words, your hands flat on his chest as he compliments you, all the words rolling off his tongue like syrup; dripping down your spine, soaking your core.

Smirking, you remove your hands from him, picking up your beer. “Friends… Interesting,” You comment, smirking into the beer as you sip it, your eyes flickering up to Sebastian's amused ones.

“Friends,” He repeats almost like an open-ended question, his eyes looking expectantly at you. Your eyes flicker over his shoulder momentarily, only to catch the pointed stare of Chris who is looking curiously at the exchange.

“Friends,” You repeat as a finality, taking a sip of your beer and move to leave him in the kitchen in favour of attaching yourself to the hip of your irked best friend.

And the night continues with Chris maintaining his arm around your waist unless you are playing beer pong. Then someone suggests spin the bottle like you all are back in high school, but apparently, it's a party favourite around here. Chris eagerly enters, eyeing a pretty girl across the party; you in turn eye the pretty girl suspiciously, and then you enter because you aren't a pussy.

What you don't expect is for Sebastian to sit down next to Chris, clap a hand onto his shoulder and grin cheekily at you. You feel your face heat up involuntarily and turn your attention to the empty glass bottle sitting in the middle of an empty coffee table.

You lean back on the couch and cross your legs, sipping your beer waiting for the game to draw more players and start. With all the Hollywood faces here, this would make for an interesting game, you note.

“Have you and Chris kissed before, Y/N?” Anna Faris asks as she plops herself in a free spot across from you. You noticed her scoping the party a while ago, here with her soon-to-be ex-husband, Chris Pratt. Apparently, almost all the cast of the Marvel movies were invited.

You glance quickly at Chris who has stopped talking to Sebastian to regard the question and you. You look at him for a while, urging him to decide whether this is covered under rule #1.

“In high school,” Chris says finally, answering the question for you. Chris grins your way and you feel your heart swell slightly, moving to tuck your hand into his right one, tangling your fingers together.

“Almost twenty years ago now,” You offer, turning your attention back to Anna who looks nothing but amused at your open affection for your best friend. “It was sub-par.”

“Sub-par?” Chris gasps, shifting so his knees knock yours. You just grin.

“At best.”

Chris scoffs, rolling his eyes, a look of annoyance adorning his features, but his hand remains entangled with yours, so you know how fake it is. You chuckle at his dramatics and zone out of the surroundings and into him for a moment, just admiring him.

Until he gives you a funny look and the game starts.

And it goes like this, spin, land, cheering, kiss, and repeat. Until it’s Sebastian’s turn, and the bottle spins and spins and spins until it doesn’t. When it stops, you can’t hold in your laughter, doubling over in hysterics.

“I’m glad you find this funny,” Sebastian mocks, a fake annoyance on his face. You are clutching your stomach and everyone is in about the same condition as you.

“I find this absolutely hilarious,” You reply cheekily, finally finding the breath to talk and regaining your composure.

Everyone is cheering a whooping as Sebastian leans in for the kiss, and when his lips press against Chris’, there’s no more laughter in you anymore. You try not to actively show it, but looking at them, watching them kiss, the glimpses of tongue (a fuckin’ rule apparently) and their plush, pink lips moulding together; you feel... jealous.

But of who? Chris? Sebastian? That’s the thing, you don’t know.

The way Sebastian looks is amazing, all swollen lips and messy hair, but Chris... Wide, pink lips and slicked back hair. It’s a contrast you can’t help but admire, but which one do you want to be kissing? Both? Surely not. Sebastian, maybe, but Chris? Your best friend of twenty years? Fuck...

You don’t realise you’ve zoned out until the movement of Chris next to you means the kiss has ended. His cheeks are a beautiful pink and his hair is slightly mussed from where Sebastian must have stuck his hand, and sure, he’s a fucking Adonis, but he’s your best friend.

Then you look at Sebastian and you have to uncross and recross your legs. His eyes are blown wide, and he is panting, and you want to see that underneath you.

“Does this mean I can kiss my friends?” You joke to a still blushing Chris. His eyes dart to yours and he smirks, raising an eyebrow at you.

He doesn’t reply, in favour of leaning forward and giving the glass bottle a generous spin. You watch it spin and spin and spin, watching it pass the pretty girl Chris had been eyeing and when it stops, so does your heart.

“Okay, this is the best one,” Anna proclaims and somehow, a part of you agrees with her, because fuck, do you want to, but fuck, twenty years.

“We don’t have to,” Chris offers support and you just turn towards him, your hands beginning to shake.

You’re a goddamn doctor, get your shit together, you tell yourself, but it’s futile.

“No backing out,” You restate one of the rules that were explicitly explained at the beginning of the game.

Chris nods and your eyes draw to his lips, and you take a breath. He doesn’t look nervous, you must be nervous enough for the both of you. The sound of everyone cheering around you is what gets you moving before the turn of the century.

Twenty years.

You repeat the words like a mantra. As if they help calm your nerves.

You lean forward, wrap a hand around the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in the familiar soft strands of hair and he meets you halfway.

The moment your lips mould together and his hands grip your waist, your mouth opening slightly to accommodate the entrance of his soft, wet tongue, then you hear Sebastian join in the cheering; you know immediately.

You’re fucked.

You’re fucked because you want both of them.

But you sure as fuck can’t have both of them.

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