#oh sorry for the language but this thing you spent time and effort on and shared for free is shit compared to 'AWESOME FIC HERE'

[httpsghostie]

Under one Roof pt 1

pt 2

OK finally IT'S HERE

smh I'm down bad for roommate ghost I am sobbing

my hand is literally burning I wrote this aT COLLEGE

and YES my love language is food pls dont come for me

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you've got one.

Word Count: 1k (sorry it's short

Warnings: roommate!ghost x female!reader, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of trauma, fluff/comfort, no use of y/n

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Ghost was an old friend of a friend of yours, and he happened to be needing a place to stay for a while, that ended up being a few more months, and now it's currently been a year since he moved in. He doesn't plan on leaving, you know it, you know that despite the independent man that he is, he likes having someone to come home to.

He was cold at first, so cold. And for many nights you cursed yourself for letting that rock of a heart get into your sweet home. He wouldn't talk much when he was there, you'd almost forget he was around if it wasn't for random coughs or sneezes.

That man smoked like a chimney in the first days he's spent around, he was anxious and that wasn't very cute, he was always smelling like cigarettes, but thankfully he didn't smoke inside.

He appreciated your effort on cooking for the two of you, but you couldn't help it. How could he survive when he wasn't eating properly? Yes, frozen pizza is cool… until it's the third day in a row that you're eating frozen and instant food and you can barely stand.

He also had a fucked up sleeping schedule that you just went along with it, you once got scared when you walked in the kitchen and found him just laying on the wall, eyes closed and snoring slightly. That day you scolded him to go back to his room and made him lay down on the bed.

"You're gonna lay down on this bed and you're gonna have some nice hours of sleep, alright? I'm gonna leave the door open, if I see you awake I'm punching you." You sounded like a mother, almost, and he was so tired he couldn't fight back.

And the days went by, he'd go away, he'd come back as tired as he left. But at least he was slowly opening up to be a really cool guy. You two started to bond, and the more he talked, the more you wanted to spend time with him.

Oh and don't even get started on dad jokes, he's cracking them up whenever he's helping with house chores, or when you two are eating peacefully.

He became a friend, a very good friend, one that wouldn't mind you venting out to, plus he was a good listener. He'd just sit there listening to whatever haze your brain was going through, and slowly he learned that he shouldn't be giving you reasonable ways to solve your problems, he should just tell you it would be ok.

And you found yourself slowly falling for him. Of course destiny had to put you together. Only if it wasn't for the way he handled things around the house.

"Oh, the living room lamp broke? Let me fix it."

"Those boxes are heavy, hand them to me."

"Go find a movie for us to watch, I'll do the dishes. Find a good one, though."

"Goddamnit, I told you not to be climbing on that fucking balcony, you're not a cat, you're gonna hurt yourself one day." Said as he picked you up when you were trying to reach the top of the cabinet. "Just ask me, I can reach it without putting myself in danger."

Or maybe if it wasn't for the fact that he'd purposefully get out of the shower with that pretty little towel wrapped around his body, that made you clench your fists. The way he was still a bit wet, a few drops running down his abs. He was surprisingly cool with his scars around you, maybe because you didn't make a big deal out of it.

That's because it wasn't. You expected that when Gaz, your friend, told you that the friend he was sending to you was his 'work buddy'. And he phrased it exactly like that. 

"Don't mind him, he's big and scary, but he'll be a good roommate, I promise, he's my work buddy." You chuckled when you read the text.

And yet Ghost didn't mind the stare of admiration coming from your burning gaze across the living room, when you thought the most ungodly things a brain has seen.

He started to become more and more warm, he found safe with you, like you could actually be his home. One night, he found a deep conection with you when you were casually drinking together, sat by the coffee table, playing video games. 

She should know the truth about me.

He thought. And that was the night he dropped his heavy armor. He told you the bare surface of his past, even though most of it had been blocked from his memory, like a dark spot he couldn't remember, and would die without trying to take a peak at it.

You cried, and he couldn't understand why you were crying until you said it wasn't his fault.

"It's not your fault, you didn't deserve any of this." You sobbed, hugging him close.

He broke down. Like he needed someone to reassure him that he wasn't the villain from his past. He realized what you meant to him, and he swore to God he would try his best to come home to you when he had to work.

Some days were strange after that, like he regretted telling you about his story. He had that feeling in his gut that you weren't looking at him the same way, like you were pity. He didn't want your pity, he hated that look on your face.

But that changed.

He had come home one day, texting you while he was at the airport waiting for a ride. You ran to get groceries and make him a good meal, but the only thing that came to your mind was the old recipe of lasagna you kept from your grannie.

That old lady, always saving your life.

#cod mw2 #ghost cod #cod fanfic #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost #ghost call of duty

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Your resident Crawling Chaos, back with more OPLA headcanons.

Another huge thanks to everyone who's been sharing and liking and following. You're all just amazing. I'm working on getting through these headcanons alongside an ask request, that latter of which I'm almost finished with and may be up tonight.

Without further ado, it's headcanons with everyone's favorite green-haired swordsman, Zoro!

Whoops, wrong gif.

I'm SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST.

I mean it's totally normal to pick at the people you love.

So, headcanons. Like Mihawk and Shanks, ranging from total fluff to spicy, and very much NSFW.

LA!Zoro X Fem!Reader

A— Through —Z(oro)

A — Afterglow (How are they have sex?)

Considering how much effort he exerts training on a daily basis, he's going to fall asleep pretty quickly.

But you're not going anywhere.

Not with his arms curled around you, holding you against his chest.

Even if he's already asleep, his grip is going to tighten around your waist, keeping you close.

He hasn't been close to many people in his life, and he's pretty starved for physical affection, so your warmth is positively addictive to him.

B — Backrubs? (Do they like them? Like giving them?)

Looks at you like you're speaking another language if you offer him one.

"Wha...why?"

But he's not going to turn it down.

And he's never going to turn it down again after the first time.

"O...oh. Oh—that feels—oh shit yeah..."

He thought that "sore" was just the default state of anyone who spent the vast majority of their time physically active.

He'll try to return the favor if you want one. He's a little clumsy about it since it's not exactly something he's used to doing, but his hands always feel nice and he takes instruction well enough.

It's not long before his hands are wandering, though.

Not that you're complaining.

C — Cuddling (Do they enjoy cuddling a lot or only at certain moments?)

Zoro likes having you close, but mostly in private.

He loves to bury his face in the crook of your neck while you comb your fingers through his hair.

Wrap his arm tight around your waist and just breathe you in.

D — Dance (Are they good at it? Do they enjoy it?)

Says he has two left feet, but he's never realy tried.

He'll let you try to teach him, but he's going to complain the whole time.

"Come on, what's the point in this? Can't we just spar instead?"

And probably blush a little about how close you are.

And definitely never admit out loud that he actually enjoys it.

E — Extravagant Gestures (Things they do to make you feel loved)

Zoro is pretty new to this, so you're going to have to bear with him.

He's spent the entirety of his life focused on his career as a swordsman and never taken any time for romance before.

Doesn't really think much about doing anything extravagant.

But he will literally put his life on the life to keep you safe.

Even if he knows you're pretty strong yourself, he goes completely ferral if he sees you've been hurt.

F — Fighting (How do they hand arguments/apologies?)

He has to always get the last word in.

Turns into a bit of an overgrown toddler, honestly. Slamming doors and being in general grumpy about the whole ordeal.

Refusing to talk about the problem for a while, then feeling guilty after the fact.

Approaching you later when no one else is around, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Look, I probably...could have handled that better. Not really used to this, but—y'know. Sorry."

If he sees you've been crying he's instantly gutted.

G — Going Out (What do they do for dates?)

If you have anything specific in mind, you're going to have to do the planning.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy spending time together—he just doesn't really understand what constitutes a "date"

Gets a little awkward about asking.

"Hey, ah—you know, I'll probably get lost if I leave the ship by myself so...wanna go do something?"

H — Heartache (How would they handle it if you broke up with them?)

He's going to do everything in his power to act like he's unaffected.

But everyone notices it.

Snapping and being more short-tempered than usual.

Spending more and more time training and napping.

Deflecting when anyone asks about it.

Unable to get you out of his head and working himself to the point of overexertion just to try to ignore his thoughts.

I — Intimacy (When are they intimate with you? And how often?)

Mostly in private.

Will probably curl his arm around your waist when you stand close.

Straight-up blushes when you kiss him in front of the rest of the crew at first, even on the cheek, but he gets used to it over time and starts returning the gesture.

In private, it's a miracle if he's not holding you.

He absolutely loves it when you lay across his chest with your cheek at his shoulder.

J — Joker (How do they make you laugh)

Not really one for cutting jokes, but his sarcastic one-liners are an art form.

Especially when he gets into an insult-match with Sanji.

Even if you are typically the one who has to break it up before comes to blows.

K — Kissing (How good? How often?)

He honestly loves kissing you, and he's going to take any chance to pull you aside to do so.

He's starved himself of physical affection for the vast majority of his life, so he savors every second of it.

Pulling you against him by your hips and wrapping an arm around your waist.

Or walking you back into the wall and leaning over you with his hand over your head.

Slow, deep kisses when you wake up in his arms are his weakness.

L — Lay down (How do they sleep with you? Are they a cuddler or do they prefer their space?)

He has to have you against him.

Laid across his chest with an arm around your back.

If you wake up before him, you're not going anywhere until he's ready to move.

If you're too busy to nap, he's going to wait until you're not.

Absolutely refuses to lay down without you at any given time.

M — Making babies (Do they want to settle down and have kids?)

Yeah, no.

At least not for a very long time.

His dream of being the world's greatest swordsman takes precedence right now. Having a kid would make that borderline impossible.

N — Nervous? (How confident are they when it comes to romance?)

As confident as Zoro is about everything else, this whole romance thing has him pretty out of his element.

Had a few one night stands and flings during his time pirate hunting, but never anything serious.

He would never admit that he's nervous, but he's more obvious than he thinks.

Trying to act aloof but stumbling over words.

Getting legitimately surprised when you do the simplest little things for him.

O — Oral Fixation (Giving or recieving? And how good are they?)

Your mouth makes him weak.

Shivering when you wrap your hand around his cock and trail your tongue up the length and wrap your lips around the head.

Gripping your hair with both hands, alternating between laying his head back and watching you.

He's pretty sure he'd go crazy if he watched you the entire time, especially with the way you gaze up to meet his eyes.

Holding your head still when it gets too good to hold back and thrusting back to your throat.

"Oh fuck I love it when you gag on it—"

He's definitely returning the favor.

Picking you up and setting you on the nearest surface—a bed, a hammock, a table, anywhere he can tug off your panties and pull your legs over his shoulders.

Slow and sensual, but not teasing—he just loves hearing your little moans and whimpers, feeling your thighs trembling.

Pushing one or two fingers in and out of you so he can feel you tighten up when you come.

P — Pet Peeves (Things they don't like in a partner)

Nagging. You asked him to do something and he's going to do it, don't get pushy about it or it's going to take him even longer.

Lack of communication—he is new to this whole relationship thing, you can't expect him to know everything you want all the time if you don't tell him.

Flirting with Sanji. Just don't. He can and will murder that shitty waiter.

Q — Quiet Time (How much alone time do they need, or do they want to be with you 24/7?)

He's always been a solitary person, and it surprises him juat how much time he wants to spend with you.

Doesn't want you glued to his side or anything, but he'd rather be with you than not be with you.

Especially in a new place. He knows you can handle yourself, but still gets worried something might happen to you and takes it upon himself to act as your personal body guard.

And let's face it, he'd get lost if he went off on his own anyway.

R — Romance (How romantic are they? Do they have to force it or does it come natural?)

For not having much experience, he's honestly incredibly sweet when you're alone together

Playing with your hair.

Foreheads touching just so he can look into your eyes.

Slow, tender kisses and gentle caresses.

"You're way too good for me."

Gets absolutely flustered if anyone walks in, and you giggling about it doesn't help.

S — Spending Money (How much do they like to spend on you?)

To be fair, he doesn't really have much money. None of you do.

But he's pretty insistent on paying for both of you if you go out together, even if that's all he can do right now.

He wants to buy things for you, and if the crew ever strikes it big, he plans on making up for it.

T — Trust (Are they trusting of you? Jealous?)

Zoro has a lot of trust issues in general, but he's pretty trusting of you.

You haven't given him any reason not to trust you.

He still hasn't told you everything about his past, but he's getting around to it.

U �� Underwear (What kind do they wear, and what kind do they like on you?)

He's not very particular about his own underwear.

Definitely comfort and maneuverability over looks, but if you have a preference he's fine with it, as long as it's not thongs or something.

Don't even ask, he's not.

But he loves seeing you in a thong. The skimpier the better.

If he can reach under your skirt and feel your bare ass, he's going to be absolutely ferral for you in an instant.

V — Vulnerable (How vulnerable are they with you? Is it easy for them to open up to you?)

He's more vulnerable with you than he is with anyone else.

Still doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve, but he's trying.

Used to handling everything himself so it's a steep learning curve.

Tries to voice things that bother him, even if it comes out a little forced and awkward, but he makes the effort, and you're proud of him for it.

W — Wine and Dine (Do they prefer meals at home or going out with you? Who does more of the cooking?)

A cook Zoro definitely is not.

He'd rather take you out and not have to deal with Sanji, but money is an object.

He loves watching you cook. He might even offer to help, but you probably shouldn't let him.

He could burn a pot of boiling water.

X — X-Rated (How good are they in bed? What do they like?)

Very passionate, and a little playful.

It drives him crazy when you tease him.

Bend over in front of him in a skirt and he's going to be dragging you off somewhere private in seconds.

Pushing you up against a wall and pushing your skirt up your hips.

Kissing you hard enough to bruise and pulling you against him by your ass so you can feel him get hard.

Shivering, kissing and growling against your neck when you rub him through his pants.

"God, you're such a little fucking tease..."

And he absolutely loves it.

Not wasting any time in pulling your shirt and your bra off so he can feel every inch of you.

Teasing your nipples with his thumb while he grips your ass harder to grind against you.

Wrestling out of his shirt when you get on your knees in front of him.

Tangling his hands in his hair and groaning when you wrap your lips around his cock.

Losing control fast and holding your head still to fuck your mouth until you're gagging on him.

Letting you go when you dig your fingers into his hips and pulling you back up by your hair, picking you up by your ass and kissing down the column of his throat while he catches his breath.

Laying you down on the nearest surface and kissing down your body.

Trying to get himself back under control so he doesn't cum within two minutes.

Pulling your skirt down and flinging it away, before giving you a grin and tugging your panties down with his teeth.

Pulling your thighs up over his shoulders and tugging you to him by your hips, immediately pushing two fingers inside you and sucking your clit.

Rolling his tongue in slow, firm circles, keeping his pace steady while you grip at his hair and arch your back and moan.

Giving a little purr/growl when you come, gripping your hips.

Absolutely craving you now, shifting up to lean over you, rubbing your thighs and thrusting into you before your orgasm is even over.

Going hard and heavy right from the first stroke.

Gripping at your thigh and your hair and groaning into your neck while you cling to him.

Reaching between you to rub your clit, bringing you right back to the edge in minutes.

"Come on, baby. Come for me again. Come on my cock."

Watching your eyes roll back and swearing under his breath when he feels your walls tighten around him.

Losing it immediately when you cry out and arch your back under him.

Pulling out and tugging on you by your arm until you lean down and wrap your lips around him again.

Pulling your head forward and groaning, holding you in place by your hair while you suck the cum out of him.

Collapsing into bed with you and pulling you onto his chest, kissing your neck and your forehead, telling you how good you are while you both catch your breath.

Y — Yearning (How long will they pursue the person they're interested in before losing interest?)

Not very long, honestly.

He'll shoot his shot a couple times, but if you're not interested he's not going to press it.

He respects your boundaries completely, and he doesn't abide the whole hard-to-get game.

If you decide you're interested after that, you're going to have to approach him.

Z — Zen (What do they do to wind down and relax? Do they prefer to do it alone or with you?)

As much as he trains, he needs a lot of downtime.

And he definitely wants you there for it.

Holding onto you like you're his teddy bear, having a beer or two with you, nuzzling into your hair.

He never really considered the possibility that he'd be as close to someone as he is to you, and doesn't want to waste any time being away from you.

He's still pretty reclusive, but you're the one exception to that rule.

#zoro x reader #opla #zoro opla #rorona zoro x reader #one piece live action #opla headcanons #opla fanfiction #zoro one piece #smut #one piece headcanons #one piece fanfiction

[bunnylovesani]

Miss Congeniality

Chapter 1

Content warnings: suggestive and derogative language, reader being humiliated, mentions of panties and arousal

WC: 2.4k

You stared at the clock and huffed, it was 10 minutes past midnight. Your older brother Jaden and his best friend Anakin should’ve come home by now.

“Good night honey, don’t stay up too late, you need your beauty sleep for the pageant tomorrow!” your mother cooed as she walked past your door, peering into your admittedly childishly decorated bedroom.

You had turned 19 last month but still hadn’t gotten over your fixation for all things pink and frilly, your walls adored with posters of your favourite singers and your bedsheets decorated with petite lace bows on every corner. You wrapped your satin bedrobe tight around yourself as you got up and headed downstairs to the lounge, where you’d spent many nights staring at the door waiting for your favourite boys to come home from their escapades.

Your gaze settled on a large framed photo of you resting on the mantlepiece, wearing a pageant crown and smiling gracefully. Sure, you were mommy and daddy’s pride and joy, the most beautiful girl in the county and latest winner of the teen Miss Naboo competition, but you were bored. A whole lifetime of always being the good girl had taken its toll and left you with a feeling of discontenment and envy. You saw the way other girls had fun, sneaking out at night and going to parties with handsome boys- Anakin always had a crowd of women swarming him and you hated that you felt jealous at the attention he gave them.

You knew ultimately you were above all that, you knew that you were saving yourself for a worthy man, one who would appreciate the efforts you made to keep yourself pure. But sometimes, when you saw the veins snaking their way down Ani’s arms, with his black band tees rolled up to his muscular elbows and his plump lips playing with his tongue piercing, you feared you might not be able to hold back much longer. As if your thoughts summoned him, the door swung open and the raucous laughter of the boys filled the stately family home.

“Did you see the way that chick was giving me fuck-me eyes? She totally wants it, I’ve got half a mind to - oh. Sis, what are you doing still up?” Jaden’s face fell as he hung his coat up.

“I was just making myself a cup of cocoa, trying to soothe my nerves for the competition tomorrow.” You lied. You couldn’t care less about the pageant and you didn’t even really like cocoa. You just wanted to be there to catch a glimpse of your favourite emo boy.

“Oh yeah, forgot that shit was tomorrow. Do I still have to drive you?” Jaden rolled his eyes, he never did understand the appeal of being paraded around like a prized pig.

“No, I presumed you’d be too inebriated from the night before so I asked daddy already.” You happily chittered, unconsciously raising your nightie just a little so that your brother’s friend might catch a better glimpse of your freshly moisturised, strawberry scented thighs. He didn’t pay it any notice as per usual, not that it stopped you from trying.

“Ah you know me too well.” Jaden chuckled “Good luck with that, let’s go Anakin.”

“Wait, wait! How was your night? Did you guys have fun?” You pouted, big doe eyes staring at them in disappointment to have not been filled in on their nighttime adventures.

“Oh you don’t wanna hear about that sweetheart” Ani finally spoke, smirking. “Your brother is quite the Cassanova.”

“That’s enough of that, off to bed with you” Jaden interrupted him, motioning for you to leave before slipping into the kitchen to help himself to the pot of fresh cocoa you’d made.

“You know, you look really creepy when you’re sat there like that right in front of the door. At least turn on a lamp or some shit.” Anakin uttered harshly, making your cheeks burn up with embarassment.

“Um, I, I’m sorry? I’ll make sure the place is lit up like a christmas tree next time.” You muttered, staring at the ground and silently cursing your obedient nature. God, he had a way of making you feel small. The slight smirk that creeped up on his face made you suspect that he liked that.

“Now that I think about it, why is it that you happen to be in the living room every time I come through the door? Do you wanna hang out with us that bad?” Anakin sniggered in that signature cocky way only he knows how.

“Oh shut up, I have better things to do than to sit around smoking joints with 2 college dropouts.” You rolled your eyes, was it that obvious? Clearly you would have to find a better cover than drinking hot chocolate.

“Goddamn, this cocoa tastes like shit. Are you sure you didn’t make it with mud?!” Jaden emerged from the kitchen sipping from his mug and scowling, eliciting a cackle from Anakin. “Don’t ever try cooking sis, stick to looking pretty in dresses.” he tousled your hair as he walked past you and up the stairs to his room. Anakin gave you one last look, subtly dropping his glare down to your legs before smiling ever so slightly as he followed his friend. The second of eye contact made your heart pound with a worrying intensity and you had to calm your racing mind before the inappropriate thoughts started forming again.

It had been a week since the last time the boys hung out, and in this moment you wished it’d been longer as you sat in bed, enveloped in your pink fluffy blanket - huffing at the sounds of Anakin and Jaden howling with laughter next door. What could possibly be so funny that it induces such animalistic noise? Once the guffawing was so loud that you could no longer hear your movie over it, you resolutely climbed out of bed, slid your slippers on and marched over to your brother’s room across the hallway. As soon as you opened the door, the pungent smell of their sweet, earthy joint hit you.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re laughing so hard.” You cross your arms at the sight of them convulsing with giggles. “Can you cretins keep it down?”

“Apologies, are we disturbing your Barbie movie marathon?” A very dishevelled looking Jaden grinned. “Or are you watching Enchanted again? How many times have I told you, stop dreaming about Prince Charming, he’s not coming.” You furrow your brows, about to launch a tirade on your brother when Anakin interjects.

“Oh my God, what are those?” he points at your slippers. “Are you wearing fluffy pink bunnies on your feet? Seriously?” He covers his mouth with his hand to stop the giggles that threaten to burst through. You stare down at the dopey faces of the little bunnies sticking out of your shoes.

“No! I mean yes but these are old, mom bought them for me, they were just lying around and I’m kinda cold.” The excuses started flowing out as Anakin glared at you endearingly.

“Oh my God, why are you lying? They’re her favourite ones, she wears them every day.” Jaden sniggers and you wonder why you even tried to lie with your brother there.

“Aw, you don’t have to lie sweetie, I think it’s cute. Pretty little pageant princess in her pink slippers.” Anakin smiles and you’re unsure whether he’s mocking you.

Feeling mortified, you run out and slam your bedroom door closed- a resounding bang being heard as the bedrobe and nightie that hung on the back fell off the hook and spilled onto the floor. For their information, you were watching a documentary. You know he dismissed you as nothing other than his friend’s childish little sister, just a brat who couldn’t ever keep up with him- he was 4 years older than you after all.

But you’re not a little girl anymore. Sure, your favourite colour was pink and you pranced around on stage in ballgowns, but you were a woman now. You had come into your own this year and you saw the whole world differently. You had never usually paid any mind to the boys that circulated around the house with your brother- but now they piqued your interest immensely, one in particular. You’ll never forget the first day you really noticed him.

It was last winter, you had gone to support your big brother at one of his hockey matches as you often loved doing. It was the semi-finals and he had led his team to a resounding victory as captain, rushing the barricades towards you and your parents, arms raised and fists curled in a triumphant dance that you mirrored. He engulfed you in a callous bear hug, easily enveloping you before clambering over to your parents. Over the broad shoulders of the players, you caught a glimpse of him.

His dark hair swooped messily over his forehead, thick eyebrows furrowed over his piercing blue eyes as he hung back from the rest of the team, choosing to avoid the adoring crowd and slip away into the changing rooms. You experienced a visceral response to seeing him in that oversized hockey jersey, so much so that you saw it in your dreams for the next month.

Suddenly, the unobtrusive guy who hung around your brother and occasionally teased you for the way you dressed became so much more than that. You felt on edge every time he came over, rushing over to your room to put on some lipgloss or change into a cuter dress before casually walking past the hallway a suspicious amount of times, hoping he would get a glimpse of you through the open crack in Jaden’s door. Luckily for you, your oaf of a brother never caught on, and if Anakin did, he never made it known.

Whilst reminiscing, you heard a knock on the door.

“Hey, it’s just me.” Ani’s sweet voice sounded. “I didn’t mean to upset you, we were just playing around.” You got up from your wallowing position in bed and straightened up like an arrow.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I wasn’t upset. I’m used to it.” You smiled sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But thanks anyway.”

“I meant what I said. It’s good you have a strong identity, it’s what makes you you. You shouldn’t pay any mind to what others say, least of all me. I mean I’ve had plenty of choice comments about my look but I wouldn’t be Anakin without the piercings or the headphones or the bad attitude now, would I?” He leans on the doorframe and looks at you curiously. You have to take a deep breath to suppress a full body shiver, you don’t think you can take much longer of him staring at you like you’re his next meal.

“What’s all this- oh my“ he spots your nightie on the floor and picks it up. “Who are you trying to impress wearing this missy?” he closely inspects the white satin dress adorned with a lace trim, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over the smooth fabric.

“And this?” He picks up the scandalous red panties sprawled out next to his feet and observes them as they dangle off his finger.

“Anakin! Put those down!” You jolt up towards him in an attempt to frantically snatch them out of his hand but he simply holds them up in the air so that you can’t reach. You weren’t a short girl by any means but you felt like one next to Ani’s staggering height.

“Oh this is priceless, are you telling me you actually wear these around the house? Or is it to your pageants, do you have some kind of boyfriend we don’t know about?” He laughs, clearly enjoying this abuse of power.

“No I don’t, not that it’s any of your business!” You huffed, slapping his chest in indignant frustration. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look pretty for yourself.”

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t believe you. Because these aren’t pretty panties, this is a very slutty thong. One that someone would only wear if they were expecting to get laid.” His raspy voice dropped in tone, like he was saying something he didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Are you trying to get laid?”

A whimper almost escaped your lips at the unexpected question. Suddenly you were aware of how close your face was to his and that both your hands were resting on his chest.

“I won’t even dignify that with a response.” You muttered quietly, maintaining eye contact.

“Ah, who would’ve thought Jaden’s little sister would be such a slut. I bet daddy wouldn’t be happy to find out his little girl wears these.” He wraps his hand around the panties and subtly pockets them into his baggy black jeans.

“If I were really a slut then you’d be the first to know about it.” The words slipped out as you turned away from him.

“What?” He grabbed you by the wrist and turned you back around. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve never even been with one guy, let alone enough to make me a slut.” You admitted coyly, regretting the words as soon as they came out.

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” His gaze is so intense you worry your knees might buckle. “Something’s gonna have to be done about that.”

His fingers trace your collarbone as he takes one last look into your helpless eyes before turning around, smirking to himself as he leaves the room. You sigh a breath of relief at his absence, trying not to pay too much attention to the growing wetness between your thighs. This was not going to bode well for your vow of chastity.

Wait a minute, did he take your panties?

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[vhagarlovebot]

INTO YOU.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

summary: aemond comes to visit his sister at collage and you are surprised to find out that he’s actually there for you.

content warnings: modern!aemond, pining, kind of insecurre aemond, hurt/comfort.

note: a few days ago i saw a fanart of the targaryen with modern clothes and i am obsessed with the idea of writing a modern!au. if there are any grammatical errors i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

YOU ARE OUTSIDE OF YOUR APARTMENT when you hear voices inside. which is strange given that helaena, your roommate, is supposed to be in class at this hour. however, when you open the door you're met with two silver-haired heads you are very familiar with.

"hello?" you're surprise to see helaena's younger brother sitting on the sofa, foot on the floor and one leg crossed over at the knee. he looks comfortable, as if he belongs there.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" helaena yelps, leaving her brother side and running to where you are standing in the middle of the living room. "i completely forgot aemond was coming to visit." she looks very worried, biting the inside of her cheek. "but he won't be staying long, right aemond?"

he pretends to think about it. "mmh," he looks into your eyes. "just a couple of days."

"if it's a problem he can stay in a hotel," you soften, taking her hand and squeezing lightly.

"it's not, don't worry." you smile at her and she sighs in relief. "hello, aemond." you greet him and he nods. "i guess there will be three of us at the theater tonight."

helaena's face falls again. "i have– i swapped shifts so i could pick my brother at the train station." only then you notice her work uniform. "and there is this dog who needs surgery and the doctor in charge asked me to assist him and–"

"hey, you don't need to explain. remember what we talked about?" she nods, grimacing. "i have a lot to study, anyway."

"but you and aemond should go." the girl turns to her brother who does not show any emotion until her sister sits next to him on the sofa, pouting and looking at him the same way she looks at you when she needs something, not in a manipulative way but an innocent one.

"sure." that's all he says and you think about what got into your head when you were crushing over him? he's like a robot, always answering shortly and not making any effort to be friendly, at least not with you. but he turn his gaze to you and when he smiles, you remember exactly why you used to have a crush on him.

after that you excuse yourself and run to hide in your room, the last thing you hear before closing the door is your friend scolding him for being so curt.

you throw yourself into bed and staring at the ceiling you start thinking of the last time you saw aemond. it was a year ago, when you spent the summer at the targaryen's house at the beach, and the moment you saw aemond you knew you shouldn't be looking that way, he looked like the kind of guy who could easily break your heart. so you decided to admire him from a distance. it wasn't easy, living at the same house for almost eight weeks, but you were able to keep whatever you were feeling at bay. until the last night at their house.

you were staring at the stars when you felt a blanket on your shoulders, covering you from the cool, and the presence of someone joining you at the terrace stairs. you didn’t need to look to know it was aemond.

“you really need to go?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the ocean not so far from where you were.

“there is no reason for me to stay.” you answered, feeling small and confused.

“even if i ask you to stay?”

to say you were surprised was an understatement. because you barley spoke the entire time you were there and even when you did it, it was all politeness and head nodding. so you really didn’t understand and it hurt you to think that he was just messing with you.

so you did the only thing you thought was right; you said goodbye and went inside the house. the next morning you left before he woke up and since then you haven’t seen him. well, that was until today. you know the time to confront him would come eventually, he is your best friend’s brother after all, but just when you were getting over your little, silly summer crush, he shows up.

how funny life is.

you grab a pillow and scream into it, feeling a little bit better after that. however, a knock on the door puts you on alert.

you take your time getting off the bed, physically tired from the day you had and emotionally exhausted after seeing aemond again.

when you open the door, aemond is leaning on the door frame. “helaena’s just left.” he announces.

“oh, that’s fine.” you say trying not to look at him, memories from the summer coming back to you. “you know we don’t actually have to go to the movies, as i said before i have a lot to study.” you shrug and aemond leans a little more.

“why are you always running from me?”

you take a step back, surprised at his boldness. "i'm not."

"don't do that." he shakes his head and clicks his tongue in disappointment. "you ran away the moment i told you how i felt."

you are more confused than ever. "i don't know what you're talking about, aemond. and being honest i don't have time for whatever this is," you say pointing between your bodies.

"i didn't think you were that kind of girl."

every kind of thoughts are racing through your mind and having him so close to you doesn't help you think straight.

"aemond, you barely spoke to me all summer." your expression hardens, as you narrow your eyes at him. "you know," you laugh at yourself, blushing but decided to let the truth out once and for all. "i used to have this big crush on you but all my efforts to make conversation and get to know you better were in vain because you never– whatever, it doesn't matter anymore."

"i knew. it was obvious." he says it shrugging nonchalantly. and you fight the urge to slam the door in his face. "but i told you how i fe–"

"you didn't say anything!" you cross your arms and turn away. "you asked me to stay but that doesn't mean i'd magically know how you felt, i still don't know!" you close your eyes, taking deep breaths before turning to face him again. "it took two months for you to say two sentences to me."

aemond looks at the floor, running his hand through his hair. "i was afraid." he simply says and you are taken aback by his confession, you expected anything but this. "i thought that if i kept my distance you'd give up but that didn't happened... and i foolishly thought that by coming to you that night we could've..."

"what?" you breathe out, heart beating harder than normal.

he walks into the room and stands in front of you, his left hand finding your cheek, and his touch makes the butterflies in your belly go crazy. "i was an idiot."

you smile against your will. "yes, you were an idiot."

"but i am here now."

"and it took you a whole year." maybe you are being too hard on him but your heart suffered the consequences, and you are not willing to go through that again.

"yes, that is true," he nods, his free hand grabbing one of yours and interlocking your fingers. "and i am so deeply sorry it took me this long to find the courage to stand in front of you and say how i feel."

a beat, "and how do you feel?"

"it wasn't in my plans to fall so easily for you... but the moment you walked through the door i knew i was lost." his words make your face heat up and your legs tremble. never in a million years you'd thought aemond targaryen feel that way about you. "i'm no man for you. i have a lot of issues but i am here, being selfish, because i can no longer stay away." his thumb caresses your cheek, so soft and gentle as if at any moment you're going to disappear. "but if you take me, i promise you i'll become the man you deserve."

if it weren't for his touch keeping you firmly in reality, you'd think you are actually dreaming.

"i do not wish for you to change who you are, aemond." you cup his face, rubbing your thumb gently against his skin. "i want you as you are." he smiles, a big and bright smile only meant for you.

your eyes flicker down to aemond's lips then back up to his. and that is all the confirmation he needed to lean in, his lips brushing slightly against yours for a few seconds before you, in a swift movement, finally kiss him. it's a soft innocent kiss, full of longing and nerves.

"i'm sorry i didn't came sooner." he rests his forehead against yours, pushing your hair to the side.

"you came for me?"

"are you really asking me that?" he chuckles lowly. "i just want to make up for the lost time."

"we can start by going to the movies tonight." aemond hums, nodding and leaning one more time. and you close your eyes ready to welcome his lips again.

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[forever-rogue]

SPOOKY SEASON IS MY FAV!!! how about

maybe i’ll summon a demon so i can hang out with someone. + what I want to be for Halloween is loved

with Eddie, bc he can be so dramatic those two fit so well 🥰 maybe some best friends to lovers where you were going on a date for Halloween but finding out Eddie was going to spend the night alone you cancel and go visit him and feelings happen?

AN | We’ve got some friends to lovers and Halloween goodness! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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"Guess what!" You walked into Eddie's apartment without bothering to knock, knowing it would be unlocked for you, "Edward!"

You beamed when you spotted your best friend in the kitchen, stirring what looked like a pot of macaroni. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at you, his features softening when he realized it was you. You bounced over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek that made his entire face flush.

"Hey," he playfully swatted your hand away as you tried to get a spoonful of the pasta, "it's almost finished! Hold your horses. What's the big news then?"

"Oh!" You paused for a moment before going into the fridge and pulling out a couple of beers, "oh. I was at work this afternoon, you know as one does, and the new guy I told you about - Seth - he asked if I wanted to go to this big Halloween party with him!"

His face fell almost comically fast as your words washed over him. He tried to keep his cool as you passed him a beer and took a big swig of your own, "l-like a date?"

"Like a date," you confirmed, sighing wistfully, "he's so dreamy. I'm so excited!"

"Wow, that's…umm…great," he clinked the neck of his bottle against yours as he quickly busied himself with finishing dinner. It was your weekly movie and junk food night, but now it seemed like the last thing he wanted to do.

"Did you make any plans yet?" You grabbed some dishes to help him but he pointedly kept his gaze turned away, "I know we usually do something together…maybe you can come with us?"

"I don't want to be a third-wheel!" He snapped louder than you had expected, causing you to recoil, "I-I'm sorry. It's just that…I'm not looking to third wheel all night to you and some guy I've never met."

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek before slowly nodding. Really, you would have rather spent the night with him, but you weren't exactly in a place to be turning down dates. You rarely got asked out on them and you couldn't wait around for Eddie forever. You'd made peace with the fact that you were sure he only viewed you as a friend. And with that, you decided to put in more effort to go on dates and try to find someone. Anything that would hopefully help you to move on and get over Eddie. 

If that was even possible.

"Sorry," you mumbled under your breath as you busied yourself with getting plates and utensils ready. You felt the back of your eyes start to prick with tears, blinking rapidly to make the stinging to go away, "u-umm, what are you thinking about doing for Halloween then?"

"I don't know," his voice dropped to an almost whisper as he started to plate everything up, "maybe I'll summon a demon so I can hang out with someone."

"Eddie-"

"Hey," he turned to you with a little half smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. This time his voice was soft but it just sounded so…off, "its alright - seriously. I'll figure out something to do. Don't worry about it."

"Okay," your skin felt electric as his fingers brushed yours when he handed you the plate. You wanted to say something, something more but when you noticed how he was pointedly avoiding your eyes you didn't push it, "okay."

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Eddie might have told you not to worry about it. But…you worried about it. There was a nagging feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach that you couldn't shake. And it didn't help that Eddie seems to be pulling away from you little by little. Any time you asked him about it, he pretended like it was all fine. The fact that you knew he was lying made it even worse.

It wasn't until Halloween came around that things came to a head.

You were finishing getting ready for Seth to pick you up to go to the big Halloween party. You were dressed as a pirate, cute and flirty, and ready for some fun. But…something still felt off. You knew what it was but didn't know how to go about it.

Once you finished getting ready, you grabbed the phone and dialed Eddie's number, pacing around as you waited for him to answer. Just before you were sure it would go to the answering machine, he answered.

"Hello?" He didn't sound anything like his normal self and that made your heart constrict.

"Hi Ed," your voice sounded small and his sharp inhale wasn't lost on you, "I just wanted to say hi before I left. You're going to hang out with Robin and Nancy, right?"

"Umm…no. Not anymore," he sounded tense mixed with a hint of sadness. It felt like it made your heart crack. Halloween was Eddie's favorite holiday and the idea that he was spending it alone? Absolutely unacceptable. 

"What happened, Eddie?"

"They're going to a drive-in movie instead and then dinner. Basically a date," you held in your sigh, "they said I could go with them still but obviously…I really don't want to be tagging along on their date either."

"That's awful," you looked at the alarm on your nightstand and contemplated your actions. You had about twenty minutes before Seth was due to pick you up. Suddenly that sounded like the last thing you wanted to do, "listen, I could-"

"No. No. Its fine," his tone suggested that it was anything but fine, "I'll just…figure out something. Probably just stay home and order a pizza or something."

"Eddie-"

"I know you gotta go," he sounded so small and defeated. You hated it, "I'll talk to you later."

"Wait, listen, I-"

Before you could say anything else, Eddie had hung up the phone and you were left listening to the dial tone. That had just made up your mind. 

You picked up the phone again and dialed Seth's number, hoping he hadn't left yet. It was like, all along, you'd secretly been hoping for this to happen. To have an excuse to cancel and go to Eddie.

Oh Eddie. It really always came back to him.

Maybe it was time to tell him.

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Eddie groaned at the sound of knocking on his door. It was loud and incessant; he'd just ordered a pizza for fucks' sake. It shouldn’t have been a trick or treater either - he'd put out a giant bowl of candy and he doubted it was empty by now.

He grumbled under his breath as he wrenched open the door, ready to yell at whoever was on the other side. 

"What do you -" his breath caught in his throat when he realized it was you. Big brown eyes looked you up and down as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, "oh."

"Hi Eddie," you didn't wait for him to say or do anything else before throwing your arms around him and wrapping him in a tight hug. You could feel him relax almost immediately as he closed his eyes and sighed softly, "you're not dressed up!"

"Didn't really have a reason to," he exhaled slowly as he buried his face in your neck. The smell of your shampoo and perfume were enough to calm him, "what are you doing here? I thought -"

"I canceled on him," you shrugged it off as he pulled out of your arms, confusion maring his features, "he didn't seem phased really, just kind of went with it. I think I made the right decision."

A small, hopeful smile crossed his features as he stared at his feet. He nodded, mind reeling with possibilities, "why are you here?"

"You know why," before you let your nerves get the better of you, you reached for his hand and took it gently in yours. You could see the way his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as he looked at your entwined hands. You couldn't help the nervous giggle that bubbled up as he laced your fingers together, "can I come in?"

"Oh! Right," he pulled you inside and quickly shut the door before leaning against to try and slow down the wild beating of his heart. He studied your pirate costume, "you look cute."

"Thank you," you twirled around to give him a full look, "you're just missing a costume now! The night is young and we can get something together for you and then go out - we can try and go trick or treating! What do you want to be?"

"I…it's stupid. Even as a joke it sounds dumb," he shook his head and avoided your eyes, "forget it."

"I will not," you insisted softly as you reached you over and tenderly put your hand on his cheek, "tell me."

"You won't laugh?"

"I won't laugh," your whispered promise made him feel okay and he swallowed thickly.

"For Halloween….I just want to be loved," he closed his eyes, trying to blink back tears as you looked at him. When he allowed himself to take a peek at you, he saw nothing short of adoration on your face. You weren’t ridiculing him or ready to laugh or make fun of him. 

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re already loved,” and just like that, it all came out and came to light. And it didn’t feel scary or hard at all…it felt so natural and so right. You anxiously rocked back and forth on your heels, “very loved. By a lot of people…but a whole lot by me.”

His eyes opened almost comically wide as he checked to make sure that you weren’t joking and weren’t going to throw a just kidding in there. When he saw that you were dead serious, he stepped closer to you, leaving only a small gap between your bodies. It was the last barrier to cross and once it was, everything would change between the two of you. You knew that it would change everything, but at the same time…you knew things really wouldn’t have been that different at all. It was just the natural progression of things - of your lives.

You knew that Eddie was leaving the last bit up to you - you almost threw yourself into his arms, hugging onto him as tightly as possible without squeezing him to death. He responded in kind, his body melding into yours as you closed your eyes and tried to remind yourself that this was actually happening. This was real.

After a few moments, he pulled back and gently took your face in his large, warm hands. You were beaming at him and if he thought he was in love with you before, it had nothing on this. 

“You’re so pretty,” he brushed his thumb over your cheek, trying to soak in every detail of this moment, “beautiful. I…umm, you are very loved too. I adore you.”

“I know,” you turned your face slightly, pressing a kiss to his palm, “I adore you.”

“I love you,” he had to say it out loud - had to get it out there. Those three words that held so much weight. Words you’d known to be true for so long finally verbalized.

“I love you, Eddie,” you vowed then and there that you would remind him of that little fact each and every day, because it was true of course but also to see that expression on his face. It was beautiful. 

“May I kiss you?” The fact that he was still asking was so Eddie and made your heart so happy. You’d pictured this exact scenario dozens if not hundreds of times by now, and yet this was better than you could have ever imagined. 

“Yes,” you felt a wave of emotions wash over you as he leaned in, “please.”

He pressed his lips to yours, gentle and hesitant. When you didn’t recoil or tell him to stop, he kissed you a little more, a little deeper, his hands settling on your waist. You looped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, with just as much hunger and passion. It felt so right and so natural to be kissing him; you wanted to do it forever, you wanted to learn him in every possible way.

Eddie only pulled back when he was getting dizzy from kissing you; he didn’t want to stop. You made a small sound when he pressed his forehead against yours, “that was…wow.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, leaning and stealing a few kisses from him, “something like that.”

Eddie took a step back, shaking his head causing his curls to bounce as he touched his lips and cheek where your lips had blessed his skin. He almost couldn’t believe that this had happened and he needed to make sure it wasn’t some sort of dream. 

“So…you wanna dress up and go out tonight? We can either find a party to crash or try to get away with trick-or-treating-”

“Nah,” he shook his head as you raised an eyebrow at him, “I wanna stay in tonight - with you.”

“Yeah?” That honestly sounded like the best idea of all. You hadn’t wanted him to feel like he had to stay in, but you were definitely excited to spend time with just him. Especially now that any remaining boundaries between the two of you had been taken away. 

“Yeah,” he’d leaned in again and was so close to brushing his lips against yours…but was promptly interrupted by another knock at the door. He groaned as you quickly kissed his cheek, “it better be the damn pizza this time.”

“Oh?” you crossed your arms over your chest as you tried to give him a serious expression, “is the pizza a more welcome guest than me?”

“Of course not, sweetheart,” suddenly the nickname held so much more weight, “but I think you and pizza might be the best thing ever.”

“That I can allow,” you snorted in amusement as he answered the door and paid the delivery person, “what kind did you get?”

“A half and half…your favorite and mine,” he admitted sheepishly as you looked at him in awe, “w-what’s wrong?”

“You got both of our favorites?” your voice almost cracked as he nodded, “even though you thought I wasn’t going to be here?”

“I guess I just held onto some hope,” he tried to shrug it off like it was no big deal but to you it was everything, “w-what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason,” you took the pizza from his hand and set it on the counter, “I just…I really love you, Eddie. For so long now.”

“Funny,” he reached for you again, pulling you as close as possible, “I really love you too, and have for a very long time.”

“I definitely think you should kiss me about it,” the two of you grinned at each other like fools, shy and electric with all these new revelations, “if you want to.”

“I want to,” he was already kissing you again, soft and gentle but with a promise of more, “I really, really want to.”

“Happy Halloween Eddie.”

“Happy Halloween sweetheart,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “best Halloween ever!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #st

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Dawn: You’re here. Atlas: I’m here. I’m so sorry, Dawn. Dawn: Me too. Dawn reaches over to rest a hand on his shoulder. Atlas covers her hand with his, and they sit like this for a while, not saying anything.

Phoenix: Have you seen these yet? Asher: Not really. I saw a couple on Atlas’ computer when he first got home, but that’s it. Phoenix: I assume he told you what happened up there… with Dawn? Asher: Yeah.

Phoenix: How is he doing? I’ve been meaning to check in, but – Asher: Oh, no, you have enough on your plate. He’s doing okay though. Not sleeping well, but otherwise, okay. Phoenix: Nightmares? [Asher nods] Phoenix: Yeah. I remember those nightmares. Asher: What do you mean those nightmares?

Atlas: Hey, do you remember when we were kids, and we learned that some twins had their own language? Dawn: Oh my god, yes, and we tried to make our own. Atlas: Except we just made these weird random sounds and pretended to understand each other. Dawn can’t help but laugh when Atlas tries to imitate their old “language”.

Dawn: Oh, and we would pass each other notes in our secret code. Atlas: [laughing] There’s no way anyone was cracking that code! Dawn: That’s because there was no code! We’d just write symbols on paper and pass them back and forth [laughing] and I put so much effort into each one! Atlas: I know! There’d be thirty or forty intricate symbols on a piece of paper, never the same one twice. It was impressive, actually. Dawn: We thought we were so clever.

Phoenix hears muffled laughter coming from the bedroom and smiles at Asher.

Phoenix: He’s always going to be better at that than me, isn’t he? Cheering her up. Asher: [shrugs] Probably. But you knew to call him, and that’s not nothing. Phoenix: Maybe I should’ve called sooner. Asher: Eh, we’re here now. How are you doing? Phoenix: [exhales loudly] I don’t even know. I’ve been so focused on her.

[Asher nods quietly]

Phoenix: It’s weird. It feels like there’s something missing now. I mean, we’d planned on having a kid eventually, but it always felt like an abstract, far away thing. Like something we’d talk about in a few years or more. But now. It’s all I can think about. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. Is that crazy?

Asher: Definitely not.

Phoenix: And now I’m worried that this was all too much for her. What if she doesn’t want to try again? What if it never happens, even if we do try? I don’t know…

Phoenix: I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Asher: Sounds like you’ve been needing to talk to someone. I don’t mind listening. Phoenix: Thanks. Normally, I’d go talk to Aurelio, but I haven’t wanted to leave. She was really starting to fucking scare me. Asher: She’ll be okay. Phoenix: [clears his throat] I hope so.

Atlas: I kept one, y’know. Dawn: You did not! Atlas: I did. You had doodled all around the edges, and clearly spent a lot of time on it. I don’t know, something about it felt important, like I needed to keep it, so I did. Dawn: Oh, I bet I know which one it was. Atlas: Yeah? I’ve always wondered, what does it say?

Dawn: Hold on let me see if I can remember it… [thinking]… Okay I got it, ready? Atlas: Yep. Dawn: It says, ‘Today I am sad / As long as you’re my brother / My heart will be glad.’

[Both laughing]

Atlas: Stop! You wrote me a haiku? Dawn: I tried. I counted and recounted the syllables so many times. Atlas: Dawn, that is so sweet! I’m keeping it forever.

Dawn: Aw, I’m glad you’re here. Atlas: Me too. Asher’s here too, and we brought his dog. Do you want to come out and say hi? Dawn: Yeah, I’d like that. Can you stay for dinner? Atlas: Sure. Gimme a hug first though. I’ve missed you.

Atlas: Listen to me. Don’t start shutting people out again, okay? Dawn: I know. I didn’t mean to. I just… I couldn’t stand to see the pain I’ve caused him. Atlas: You didn’t cause anything; it wasn’t your fault. And he needs you now just as much as you need him. Dawn: … Is he angry? Atlas: No, he’s just worried.

Atlas: It’s okay if you need time to grieve, but you’ve gotta eat. You have to take care of yourself. Dawn: I will. Atlas: Promise me. Dawn: I promise.

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[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

"I Know a Place"

Hello my loves. After writing tons and tons of angst, my mind and heart needed a lighter happier story, so i just put this together. I just warmed up to Soap recently, and i thought i give it a go. Happy reading my Soap lovers.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

Warnings: language, not proofread 'm sorry

Summary: Johnny finds you in the kitchen making breakfast, when the only thing he wants is you tangled up with him in bed all day.

Johnny has never seen a more beautiful thing that his eyes are witnessing right now. His eyelids still heavy from the deepest shuteye he ever had, your naked body pressed against his, complaining about your ice cold feet while pushing you closer to his skin. Mind a little foggy, the comfort of the bed screaming his name to get back under the duvet, but it through him out so quick when he met your side completely empty.

You were supposed to sleep in, having sloppy kisses, wandering his hands to places he couldn't touch for weeks, murmuring sweet nothings, hanging on your every word about life you lived without him while he was gone. It was always bittersweet. He admired how you ramble about everything you wanted to share, searching for his attention, checking if he's still as interested as half a minute ago.

Fuck he loved it. How your eyes lit up to his snarky comment on your asshole colleague, to his macho flirting and bad pickup lines. That light every damn time your eyes landed on him is what he's living and fighting for. Probably the one he will die for. That spark is imminent right at the moment you realize he's watching your every move doing the breakfast.

"Oh no, i wanted breakfast in bed." You pout, one eye on the bacon in the pan so you don't burn like the last time Johnny demanded you attention. Johnny chuckles, a bright pink blush creeping it's way to his cheeks. Gosh, you are the only one person on this planet who can do that. He's down bad for you, and he's not shy to admit it to anybody.

"As much as a bacon and eggs breakfast in bed is tempting, i wanted to be woken up with you by my side." He closes the distance between you with slow but big steps, eyes remaining on your face, looking for the familiar fluster he can cause, drinking it into his memory. He lefts no room for space, body pressed against you right away, chin resting on your shoulder, chest to your back, thighs locking your legs. You can feel every muscle in him, just the way you both like. Closer and closer.

"Smells good, darlin'" He murmurs next to your ear, leaving tingling kisses on your earlobe and neck. "When it's gon' be ready, hm? I'm hungry and we spent just about enough time out of bed."

His arms circling on your tummy and hips, pulling up his shirt that you wear, in an effort of satisfying the need of skin on skin contact all the time. He fills every missing piece, every sense that he can, even if it means you'll be eating burnt food. He won't have it, you aren't fixated on him and only him. He'll do anything to lure you away from your task at all cost. Sliding his hands to your breast, the other to your core, only grazing the sensitive part, to tease and earn that little sigh from your lips.

"MacTavish, give me a break cuz you'll eat dried cereal." He laugh into your hair, a sounds so magical your heart almost leaps out of your chest. You love his laugh like no other sounds existing.

"I had other plans for breakfast to be honest hun" He pushes you closer to his body, separating you from the oven, pulling you away delicately.

"No no no, Johnny, let me get this done. Please." He growls, easing his hold on you, but never letting go, slowly inching back to your food like two idiots attached at the hip. "Can you get me the plates love?" He groans not so pleased with leaving you for that 10 seconds he collects the plates. But he does, eyes always circling back to you.

"Coffee?" You nod towards the freshly brewed pot, signaling him to fill the two cups in front of it. He knows what you are doing, giving him random task so his hands are occupied with something else than your body. In the meantime you proceed to fill the plates with delish food, in quite a hurry to get it done before he's pressed against you again. You swear this man is insatiable if it comes to you.

Just about when you see him move towards you, you poke your finger at him. "Uh-uh! Sit down big boy!"

It's so funny how abruptly he stops in his tracks, a half smile playing on his lips. The cheeky bastard. But he does as you say so, eager to have his food, and you next to him. He brings the mugs with him, while do the same with your breakfast neatly placed in front of him, sided by toasts. You sit down next to him, close, but not close enough for him. He grins widely at you, grabbing your chair and dragging you close to his own seat. "Now that's much betta"

You just giggle, seeing him happy and healthy, devouring every bit of the meal, chugging the hot plain black coffee with it. You often wonder how he can be so gentle and firm at the same time. You see the urgency in his moves, something he cannot unlearn, but he does it delicately. He couldn't deny the soldier in him if he would have wanted to.

He hums with a full mouth, one hand with the fork other hand on the back of your neck. Keeping close as always.

"You are unbelievable, just eat." You giggle when leans over to give you the nastiest bacon kiss, trying to smudge the oil from it all over your face. "You love it." Yeah you do.

"Eat slower, otherwise you won't have space for dessert." His head perks up from his last bite, looking like a kid at Christmas morning.

"Dessert? What kind of dessert?" He asks, chewing on bacon, wiping his mouth in a kitchen rug, and his attention is on you right away.

"You have to see and wait." You aren't even finished with half of you dish, and you are sure you won't have the chance to consume it. Johnny turns his whole body towards you, leg hooked on your chair, hands all over you, honestly he couldn't be any closer than this.

"Nah, you don't get to tease me like that." He literally pulls the fork out of your mouth, half of your bite hanging on it, and the other half between your teeth.

"Johnny, kmuuun" He just laughs into your neck, tingling you with his nose running up and down the delicate skin. Pinching his face with your shoulder is just making it worse because now his lips are stuck on that freaking spot he finds so quick. The food dies on your tongue, grateful for not choking on the egg because of the attack Johnny is waging against you. You decide there is no point of forcing this breakfast thing. His wet lips are too apparent and demanding, distracting your every thought.

His gentle pecks and playful licks with a giddy laugh turns into passionate kisses alongside your jaw, hot air fanning you where his nose tracks your skin. He consumes the space around you, leaving no room for anything else, just him. His touch switching between gentle presses from an iron grip, his tiny growls and hums of agreement when you position yourself for him to access more of you. And when he praises you when your sweet moans escapes your mouth next to his ear, oh my god that's the end of you.

"That's my girl, do it for me again." He doesn't have to ask again, the press of his palms on your inner thigh is enough for you to melt in his hands.

"Enough playing around, kiss me already." You breath out, clutching onto his hair, holding into the back his neck for dear life.

"Yes m'am" You see his grin with heavy eyelids, shutting automatically by his soft lips, tongue slipping right next to your not waiting for a second. Always fast forward when it comes o the real thing. He likes to tease and play, but this, when you come to this part he never taunts you. He gives and takes equally, searching for the relief of his needs pulling you with it.

His hands slides up to your face, slowly turning the heat down, slowing down in a steady pace, to calm you or to calm him you don't know, sadly it doesn't get easy. You want more, so lean in for more, to push for more.

"As much as i want to continue this, we are so fuckin tangled on this chair i can't feel my legs." You laugh loudly, the burning in you calming a little.

"What are suggesting Sergeant?" You ask with an eyebrow raised. He stands up, so clumsy you wouldn't recognize the hardly shaped military man in him. It's almost comical to see this hunk of a man trying to pull his legs out of the chair's leg still holding into you.

"I know a place" His eyes smile with his lips, a rare sight you cherish so much. He pulls you up soon after he untangled his limbs, pressing you against his chest. "It's soft, padded with warm blankets and pillows, perfect for our type of activities." His accent pops off at the last word, a slight tremble running through you by his low tone.

"Then show me this place." You whisper into his mouth as you peck his lips right before he pick you up in his hands carrying you into that special place of your bedroom.

#johnny soap mactavish imagine #soap mactavish imagine #soap mactavish x reader #johhny soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish imagine

[igglemouse]

A scattering of seeds, a sprinkle of water, and one passing night brings forth new life. Little green bushes sprout from the dirt, promising a revolution and proving the Flower Bunny correct. Spring is in full bloom and flowers aren’t the only thing promising to blossom.

How could I not speak of the kiss between Pascal and I, after all? A tender moment between us yesterday that had my mind lingering with thoughts of him. Was that single moment under a warm spring day the sign of something more enduring?

Or could it be that my relationship with him will wither under the hot summer sun when it comes?

But today is a new day and with it comes new possibilities. With it being Friday I figured I would open the stand a little later, catch people coming home from work and ready to wind down after a busy work week. People that might not be up for cooking themselves who would be willing to part with a few simoleons to have a meal from someone else.

This decision gives me a gift of time for the morning, time well spent with laundry so that I too could prepare for what I hope is a busy and fulfilling weekend.

The weekend starts with a workout!

Pascal’s introduced me to this gym and I mean to become a regular here if for no other reason than he endorses it. He’s a professional athlete after all so if this place is good enough for him then it must be good enough for me.

It does not take long to find the appeal. There’s a calm vibe to the gym, a quiet that is only filled with the clanking of weights, machines, and sharp exhales of effort.

The treadmill’s themselves are meditative, the belt thrumming smoothly under each step I take on my journey to nowhere and everywhere all at once. Before long I begin to lose myself to the session, each step a building block towards someone better, each minute proof of my will.

Yeah. I could definitely get into this.

I wipe the back of my hand against my forehead, moistening it with my sweat, satisfied but not yet content. What’s that old phrase? No pain, no gain! I’m sweating but my legs still feel fresh and tell me that there’s still more to go. I reach down on the treadmill to increase the pace-

“You new here?” a woman asks, her voice smacking aside my focus like a clank of weights. “Just wanted to let you know that this one,” she looks down to the treadmill. “Can be a little quirky.”

“Ummm-”

“Yeeep. It likes to challenge people randomly every now and then or maybe it likes the taste of face,” I look at her confused. Perhaps something was lost in translation here because I have no idea what she means. “It’s broken,” she clarifies. “Just a warning!”

“O-oh! Gracias!”

Since I could not afford an injury at this time I stopped off the treadmill right away and followed her outside. Not the wisest of ideas. The sun seemingly mocked the idea that it was spring at all and instead hinted at what a summer day would feel like here in Oasis.

We stopped on a rightfully empty basketball court because who would want to play anything outside in his heat?

“Sorry, Simlish es no my first language,” I tell her as a precaution because I have a feeling she’s wanting a conversation. “I’m Frida.”

“Frida…cute accent! Marjorie but you can call me Marge,” she says with a welcoming smile. “How long have you been here?”

“Not a week,” I reply with a breathy chuckle.

“And already here at the gym? I like your style,” she says with a nod of her head and a wipe of her brow as well. The heat was definitely going to have us seeking shelter.

“You’ll find me here most days,” she continues, tossing her head back towards the gym. “Don’t forget about that treadmill either, better safe than sorry, right? See you later Frida.”

Perhaps I’ve met a new friend.

I get home and sink into a tub of water that has been bombed with a freshly sweet lavender scent. I think I’ve used too much because there are so many bubbles that they foam over the edge of the tub but what does that matter? It’s Friday and I plan on squeezing as much enjoyment from it as possible.

It’s not like I even get weekends off. I run a business by myself. Sola. That means my schedule is filled with work which also means I need to savor every moment of peace I can find.

But just because my schedule is filled with work doesn’t mean it’s actual ‘work’ if you catch my meaning. Cooking, as I’ve said before, brings me joy. Maybe I am easily pleased but buying a new pizza oven and making my own pizza, standard cheese pizza, the classic, completely makes my day!

I think pizza will be a very important part of my stand, it’s affordable and munchable and I can charge per slice! Perfect! Let’s just hope it’s actually good!

I step outside ready to begin my daily sale but am met immediately by a stranger. My neighbor, he claims tobe at least. “Just wanted to say hello and officially welcome you!” His voice is filled with the zeal of an overly enthusiastic neighbor. “I’ve been keeping my eye on you-”

“Oh?” caution leaks from my one word reply. The last thing I want is some neighbor keeping watch over me after all.

“O-oh! No, not like that!” he catches my caution and realizes how his introduction must seem to me. “I’m just down the road and across the street. It’s just a phrase I guess.” He then introduces himself as Oscar Fuentes.

“Hola Oscar! Cómo es-”

“No no no no, sorry, I don’t speak Selvadoradian,” he cuts me off quickly bringing a smirk to my lips. I kind of guessed he might because of his name but it’s actually better that he doesn’t because…

“Sorry, no speak Simlish!” I tell him and basically shoo him along. I have a feeling this is the nosy neighbor type and if that is true then the less interaction with him the better.

“Oh! No, it is I that is sorry! I just wanted to say your food stand adds a real punch to the neighborhood! I wanted to thank you personally and…” his words drift as I give him my best confused look to really drive the point home. “Ah, I see, well, hopefully another time. See you around?”

“Yes, yes, bye.”

Oscar takes the hint and leaves me to setting up my stand. I must admit that doing it much later in the afternoon just initially has a better feel to it and that is because of the weather.

One thing about hot climates is that there is always a perfect time of day, the sweet spot, and right now I was settled in the middle of it. Maybe that’s why my voice had a bit more pop and energy to it and maybe that’s why I pull in 166 simoleons.

It’s not a huge sum to be sure but it is a pattern, a hint of some consistency, proof that maybe I am catching on and maybe there is a future here for me after all…

A guard blocks the exit to the room with a posture that said he would be ready to defend order with all that he had. Which, in this case, was a simple can of pepper spray. Here at ADX Desierto it was all a guard could have because the risk of a prisoner wrestling away a baton, knife, or gun, was far too much. While a prisoner couldn’t plot an escape with either he could send a man just doing his job to an early grave and anyone who called his place home had little to lose. Some even welcomed the execution that might come from such an option.

Thankfully, this particular guard was here more as a formality. The prisoner who shared the room with him had been one of those tamed with time and religion, a man who only wanted to find redemption through the watcher and through his daughter.

A daughter he called once a week to absolutely no reply. The guard had hoped this week would be different, that she would pick up her phone and offer the man a pinch of hope, but as Anthony slammed the phone down against the receiver he knew that she was still avoiding him. Perhaps even had him blocked…

The guard was ready to escort Anthony back to his cell because usually the man, the killer, he reminded himself, would only try to call his daughter and that was it but today he held up his hand for a moment and started to dial another number.

For a moment the guard thought to warn him that all calls were recorded. Some prisoners, men whose ego were larger than the desert they were housed in, would try to conduct business behind bars and that would only add to their punishment or their time (as if a man with over 100 years left on his sentence cared much about added time). The guard thought to warn Anthony but then reminded himself again that this was a killer. Despite the calm and now tame demeanor all it took was one look into his eyes to know that this was a man who could shoot him dead in the head and think nothing of it.

So he remained in his spot, guarding the door, and instead eaves dropped on his conversation which was mostly pushed through quick and hushed phrases…

“Just make sure she’s okay….she never picks up…just check on her….got it?”

Was all he could make out. Eventually, his 15 minutes were up.

And eventually the guard is back into the heart of the facility, the corridor with steel bars on either side of him, so full and packed that a prisoners can talk to each other (and often do) and even reach across the hall to pass things around.

The guard’s steps are silent, the quiet approach taken more for necessity than fear as this time of night had given way to rest which meant even the more unpredictable prisoners had opted for sleep. Even still, just walking these halls had made him nervous. Sometimes, the best that can happen is prisoners throwing things at you, sometimes even feces, and even still that is better than the story of an officer being pulled to the cage and getting choked out and nearly dying.

Thankfully for him Anthony’s cell was not far and even better, no one messed with Anthony and so it felt more like Anthony was escorting himself to his cell and not the other way around.

The guard’s farewell is soft and filled with a hint of sympathy that would flee with the click and lock of his cell. Leaving Anthony alone in a place he had learned to call home and even appreciate.

He was told when he made his pledge to the cartel that there were only two ways out, in a casket or behind bars, he thought the former was always the only real option. He’d go out in a blaze of glory before submitting to order and begging mercy from the law…and yet, he’s glad to still be alive.

His past is one of death, a thread of lives all worthy of being ended and yet lives all the same. The faces of his victims blurs at best, the names never placed into his memory and the emotions attached to them completely non-existent. He was given a target and a bag of simoleons when the job was done. No questions asked.

It brought him simoleons, that’s all that mattered then, and it allowed him to live a life he could have only dreamed of. A life he would have happily snuffed out himself if it meant being here locked in a maximum security prison for the rest of his life with no chance of escape.

But this was a debt he learned he had to pay and his confinement had left him with his thoughts, his own thoughts, not those tainted by powder or drugs, but thoughts of a father who had once seen the promise of a life he had turned down.

He would survive, he would serve the rest of his hundred year sentence because it is what she asked of him. It is what he owed her. He never planned to father her, he barely knew her mother after all. His concept of family were the men who paid him and never anything more than that. He fought for them, he killed for them, but the cold concrete and steel of this building had taught him that family isn’t who you fight for, its who you live for.

He knew there was no redemption here, that the Watcher would be insane to ever forgive the list of sins he’s committed, his soul had been judged and condemned.

But there was still time for Frida…

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#The Sims #The Sims 4 #ts4 #Sims #Sims 4 #sims legacy #my sims #generation 1 #soot #sims of our time #frida varela #marjorie whipple #oscar fuentes #pascal alcocer #anthony varela

[whitexwolfxx310]

Huff And Puff

Huff & Puff

Pairing: Buckyxfemale reader

Summary: After being at the Avengers Compound after a few weeks, you take a new approach to try and get Bucky to open up to you. But in doing so it seems to work more in his favor as you wind up opening to him instead. 

Warnings: Language, talk of overseas death, PTSD. (If triggered easily relating to these topics please be cautious when reading.) Y/N, No interactions with Minors.

Words: 2.7k

Previous Part

Masterlist

Over the next six weeks, you slowly start to bring in things to decorate your new office. A few lively green plants on the windowsill, the desk name plate that was customized and gifted by your new boss, a few novels on the shelves, a large art piece on the wall hanging horizontally above the couch that featured a landscape of the woods at dusk. But the most important of all was the picture of yourself and Luke the day he came back from deployment. While time apart from family wasn’t uncommon to us, it was still the best feeling to have them back home, safe and in your arms. You stare at the picture of you two smiling the biggest, cheesiest smiles; tracing your fingers across his face. As tears start to weld up in your eyes, you quickly look up at the bright lights in the ceiling, blinking uncontrollably fast to wish them away. Taking a deep, slow breath to collect yourself, you put the picture down on your desk to admire everyday and keep Luke in your heart and mind always.

Sessions with Sergeant Barnes have not been as productive as you had hoped. Most of the time the silence is deafening and time seems to creep by ever so slowly. The conversations have been mostly platonic, common everyday small talk in which you can tell he feels obligated to discuss. You look over at the time, seeing that it is 11:45; just a minute or two until James will arrive for his 12:00 appointment.

Right on que, Mr. Barnes quietly strides into the room. Normally he just sits on the couch and stares out the window into the woods, but this time he stopped in the middle of the room and froze. You give him a moment before acknowledging his presence.

“Good morning, James. How are you feeling today?” You say warmly, trying hard to not sound too bubbly. He seems like the type to highly dislike bubbly. He mumbles something under his breath, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“I’m sorry?” You ask cautiously as he is slowly looking around the room.

“It’s...different in here.” He says in a monotone voice as he looks at the things that you have added to your office.

“Oh, why yes! I believed it was time to make the office more personal, more me. Thanks for noticing!”

“Hmph.” Bucky huffs as he slumps down onto the couch, already looking out the window.

You clear your throat, trying to get his attention on you and not out the window. No surprise, it doesn’t work. “I was thinking of trying something new today.” This peaked his interest, but not much. He looks at you, raising an eyebrow as his answer. “We’ve spent the last six weeks talking about you, or at least attempting to” the corner of your mouth lifts into a slight smile. “Why don’t we try talking about something else. How about you ask me some questions.” Don’t sound to eager at the idea. Everything you have tried this far has been a complete failure. This is practically a last ditch effort to get Barnes to just cracking the door open into who he really is.

“You...want me to ask you questions? Like what?” he says, almost confused. It’s the first time we have taken the focus off of him and put the spotlight on someone else. He has the power here now.

“I don’t know.” You say as you lean back into your chair, placing a finger on your chin and tapping it lightly while thinking. “What would you ask someone when trying to initiate a conversation?”

“There usually isn’t much conversation, just punches being thrown.” He said sarcastically.

“Okay...how about ‘where did you grow up?’“

“Where did you grow up?” He says mockingly. It’s apparent that he thinks this is some stupid exercise.

You smile in response. “Well, a little bit of everywhere. My father was in the military. But I was born on Long Island and consider it my home.”

“Long Island?” He forces a laugh. “You mean, you’re a ‘wanna be’ city girl?”

You shake your head, smiling. “I mean it’s not Brooklyn but...” letting out a small laugh. “Like I said, a little bit of everywhere.”

“Is that how you met your boyfriend?” he said sarcastically with an eyebrow raised.

“What? I-...” You stare at him, returning the raised eyebrows in confusion. He doesn’t say anything in response, instead he just lifts a gloved finger and points at the picture of you and Luke. His hand lazily falls back down into his lap. James is looking at you, not even the picture. But it’s likely that he was taking in his surroundings to be aware, making note of changes, potential threats. A learned habit from his time working under Hydra.

“Oh...that’s um...That-” You’re instantly regretting suggesting opening the floor to him. But to your surprise you and Bucky make eye contact and this is the first time he seems genuinely interested in well, anything. “That’s my brother, Luke.” It comes out quieter than you expected. “He died in combat almost a year ago.” It’s the first time you have spoken about Lucas in months, almost as if saying it out loud will take you right back to the moment you found out about his death. Starting back at day one. Taking in a deep breath, you pick up the picture and look down at it, reliving the memory. “This was the day he came back from his first tour overseas...” You sigh, getting lost in the picture but only for a moment. You snap out of reliving the day and look up to meet an understanding gaze from James.

“S-Sorry.” You say shaking your head just a little too quickly and put the picture now facedown on the desk. “Ah-hem.” You clear your throat. “Anyway!” Pretend like that didn’t just happen.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. I just...assumed.” He says softly. For the first time, you make eye contact and aren’t met with a tight jawline and a face that screams ‘I don’t want to be here.’

Just then, a small chime softly rings through out the room. Followed by FRIDAY’s voice. “Y/N, there is an important e-mail from Mr. Stark in your inbox. Please advise.”

Bucky leans back into the couch, completely unphased and back to looking like he is made stone. “Thanks, FRIDAY.” You reply, turning your attention toward your computer screen. Sure enough there is a message waiting for you to open.

“Y/N,

I think that enough time has passed that you can take your sessions to the next level with Barnes. Here at the compound we do room checks. We are passing this responsibility onto you since you have the most communication with him.

Best,

Tony Stark”

I have the most communication with him? A small chuckle escapes from your mouth. James looks over to see what the giggle could possibly be about. He rolls his eyes, tilting his head back and running both black leathered  hands through his hair.

“Let me guess... Word got out that I’ve been avoiding room checks, right?” Bucky did not even try to refrain at how annoyed he was.

I have to check his room? For what?

“I uh...” Thoughts were flying around in your brain but they wouldn’t form into words. While trying to formulate any kind of response, Bucky slaps down his hands on his thighs as he stands up.

“Well, let’s get this over with then!” In three long strides he was out in the hallway. You sat there for a moment, still speechless. Looking around waiting for someone to pop out and say it was a prank. Annnnnd no one’s saying this is a prank. Okay then!

Trying to hurry, you push away from your desk and dash to the door as quickly as you can, which isn’t fast considering the shoes you decided to wear today of all days. God damn heels! I wish I could just fucking kick them off and go barefoot. UGH!

Bucky is still a decent amount ahead of you and you start to panic because you have no idea where his room actually is. He could just dip off into another room in the Compound and you would have truly no idea where he had gone. Almost two months into this job and you’re still managing to get lost. He must of heard the quick, loud clacking of the heels in the hallway because he decided to actually slow down. As you approached, you start trying to compose yourself and not think of how much swelling is going on in these shoes.

He presses a small button, doors opening to an elevator. Without missing a beat he walks in, presses in the number ‘6′ and steps back into the corner. You follow his lead, getting into the elevator and going to the opposite corner.

This is the closest we have ever gotten to each other.

You distract yourself by shifting your weight from one foot to the other, already feeling the burning start of blisters. Damn.

Reality calls to your attention in the form of a loud ‘Ding’ from the elevator as the doors opened. You wait, thinking James is going to come barreling out of the elevator and almost run you over. But to your surprise, he’s still waiting in the corner. After a moment he gestures his hand moving outward “After you.” He says, politely. Huh...

“Thanks” the words almost sound too sweet coming from you. Walking out of the elevator and into a bright, well lit, white hallway. Bucky is next to you and slowly starts walking, trying to leisurely walk beside you instead of so far ahead this time. A small side smile lifts your cheek. He stops just a few doors down.

“Well, here we are. Friday?” For once, he doesn’t seem totally miserable. Just a little.  

“Scanning. James Buchanan Barnes, access granted. Y/N (full) access also granted.”

Bucky fakes a big, tight lipped smile as he turns to face the closest camera and gives it a sarcastic 2 finger salute. “Thanks, Tony!”

“Anytime, pal!” The camera responds in Tony’s voice.

He opens the door and you follow in behind him. The first thing that you notice is that it looks like a hotel room, in the sense that it is completely untouched or personalized in any sort of way. It looks....Sterile in here.

“You have a nice place here, Bu-...Oh! Hello!” Your attention is brought down the floor after feeling something weaving in and out of your legs. “You have a cat?!” There was no more containing the excitement. You kneel down just inside of the doorway to be met with a beautiful, fluffy white cat nudging into your face. Immediately, you’re petting her all over. “And what’s your name?” You ask, completely thrilled. I wasn’t expecting this. Of all people to have a pet, Bucky?

“Yeah...her name is Alpine. She’s my emotional support whatever so I don’t go back to killing people.” You shoot him a narrow eyed look from the floor. He puts hands up in a surrendering gesture “Relax...I’m kidding.” There is the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

“Well, Alpine. You just made my day!” Running your hand down her back and tail one last time before standing back up. Bucky looks at Alpine and then at you. “She doesn’t normally come up to new people right away, she takes her time warming up.”

“Huh...sounds like someone else I know.” You meet Bucky’s gaze, smirking. Finally! My chance to be sarcastic right back.

“I have no idea to whom you’re referring.” He returns the smirk. “Anyway, have a look around. I already hid all of the weapons, drugs, and girls!” Bucky laughs as he makes his way into the kitchen leaving you to look around on your own. Your inner teenage girl is screaming inside dying to snoop around this place. Stop. Act professional and whatever you do, do NOT embarrass yourself. 

Walking through the main corridor into the living space, your truly astounded that there is still nothing that claims this space as ‘Bucky’s’. That’s...really sad. The sofa looks brand new aside from the occasional stray white cat hairs along the back. No art, no pictures, no music, no movies, no medals, and no mirrors. No mirrors? Continuing into the open doored bedroom you notice, yet again, that everything looks completely untouched. Has he ever even slept in this bed? All that occupies the room is an untouched king sized bed and one dresser. On top of his dresser seems to be a display stand. “Oooo! What’s this for?” You shout so that he is able to hear you back in the kitchen.

“No need to yell.” Bucky says softly, now just standing in the bedroom doorway. After jumping in fright you grab your chest reminding yourself to breathe. He laughs, shaking his head slightly. “Y/N, you’re going to have to get yourself some hearing aides or a cow bell I can wear.” He continues to laugh.

“Real funny coming from the man that’s over a hundred years old!” Bucky smiles, his teeth actually showing. Wow. You would never guess he even had teeth or how white they were with how stern he looks all the time. 

“This fine piece...” He trails off walking toward the dresser “Is what I use to hold this-” James holds up his left hand, showing the front and back of his glove as there is a slight metallic whooshing sound. His arm...It intrigues you for the plain fact that you have never seen it. Not that you would ask, it’s personal. It is only human to be curious after all. 

“I see.” Turning back around to head out of the bedroom, something in the corner catches your eye. A comforter and a pillow. He sleeps on the floor. It isn’t uncommon for soldiers to return home from war with PTSD that can take the form of resorting back to ways they were used to out in the field. You make sure it was a quick glance and didn’t hesitate at the sight in front of Bucky. 

Walking back out into the living room, there’s a tv and a remote that looks like it has never been touched. “So James...what do you do for fun?” Bucky looks extremely confused. “You know, any music or movies that you’re into?” 

“Well....kinda. Hold on a sec.” He darts into his room and comes back out with a book; The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. 

“I love this book!” You exclaim as you take a few steps closer to look at the novel. “God this brings back memories. My father used to read it to my brother and I...” Your voice trails off, your heart feeling warm at the thought of your childhood and of Luke. Bucky looks down at the book and then holds it out.

“How about you borrow it?” He offers.

“I couldn’t...” You rebuttal. 

“Really...” Bucky gently takes your hand and puts the book in it. “Please. I’ve only read it about a hundred times.” He says nonchalantly.

For a man with such a cold exterior you can’t help but notice the warmth of his right hand as he gave you the book and then pulled away. A beaming smile shines on your face. “Thank you, Bucky.” Here you go starting to get all emotional again. Forcing away the watery eyes, you cling to the book with both arms across your chest. “So...” Smooth. Do not go down this rabbit hole. Do not let this man see you vulnerable. “I’m assuming that means your a fan of the Lord of the Rings as well?” 

Bucky raises his hand to nervously scratch the back of his head. “To be honest, I’ve never tried.” The shock on your face must have made him feel some type of way because he started backpedaling. “I just haven’t gotten around to it yet, I guess.” 

“That’s it.” You say confidently. “I am going to put together a list of things for you to read, watch, and listen to. Stuff that will feel like home and new things to help you acclimate to current times.” Bucky’s shoulders seem to relax just a tiny bit. “Do you trust me?” You say encouragingly. 

“Yes. Yes I do.” He says with a side smile.  

Next Part

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky angst #bucky and alpine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes x smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #tfatws #winter soldier

[melanieph321]

Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 4/10

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

"Perdi? Are you in here?"

No response.

It was a first, considering that he had been showing up around the sametime everyday of this week.

"Marcella?"

"Yes?"

She heard a low groan coming from the corner of the room. Pedri lay outstretched on the old sofa, yet to awaken.

"Um, are you okay?"

It was well past lunch hours.  She would usually find him behind the drums, or playing an imaginary guitar solo on one of the broken violinis.

"Yeah." He said, making efforts to sit up. "Got any snacks?"

"Actually I do."

He raised a brow. "You do?"

Marcella dug through her backpack. "Yeah, um, my mom she made these African samosas, but we call them sambusas. Here, try one." She went over to the sofa, handing him a sambusa. Pedri took it and did not hesitate to taste it. Matter of fact, he finished it in seconds.

"That was good. Can I have another one?"

Marcella's shoulders fell. "No. That was it."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence.

"So... how's the song coming on, it needs to be done by Friday, no?"

"Yes, and I actually took your adviced."

"Really?" He smiled.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, it was only a few changes." Marcella went over to the piano,  Pedri followed, but got up at his own pace. "I took out the part where I rhyme time with crime and crazy with lazy."

"That's good." He nodded. "That's...." Coming around the piano he squinted his eyes at the sheet music.

"What?" She said, anxiously biting her nails. "You don't like it?" Even though she said she didn't care, Marcella kind of cared about Pedri's option of the song. His advice throughout the week had been surprisingly helpful. He sighed as he sat down next to her. "I like it Marcella, I really do. But why is the song still in English?"

"Not this again." She rolled her eyes and grabbed the sheet music.

"What?" He questioned.

"Look, Spanish isn't even my first language, it's French. I might as well sing in French, no?"

Pedri shrugged, "If it makes the song more sincere. You supposed to sing from your heart. I really think that's what señor Garcia meant for you to achieve with this assignment."

"Well, what do you know?" It was Marcella's usual response to when Pedri overthrew her with reason. She could see where today's session was going. It was not going to be useful to her if she'd spent half the time arguing with Pedri who had no involvement in the music program whatsoever.

"Are you leaving?" He frowned, seeing her get up and grabbed her things. "Already?"

"I need to finish the song by Friday and this isn't working for me."

"What? Us?" He stared at her blankly, perhaps wondering if he said something to offend her.

"I'm sorry Pedri, I'll see you around."

"Marcella, wait!"

She pushed the door open, ignoring his plea. But then he stopped pleading and started playing the piano.

Marcella paused in the doorframe, the melody familiar to her.

Cualquier cosa que haga está mal para ti..... (Anything I do is wrong for you.)

It was her song but....

Te quiero, tú me quieres, pero ¿por qué seguimos dudando.... (I love you, you love me, but why do we keep doubting?)

....he was singing.

Pedri's hands floted across the piano keys. And his voice....

Vuelve a mí y yo volveré a ti. Por favor, encuentra a mitad de camino. (Come back to me and I will come back to you. Please meet halfway.)

Marcella's feet betrayed her, reentering the room. Pedri was still playing and singing as she sat down next to him. There was no sheet music, he was playing by heart. And the lyrics, they were his own.

He nudged her shoulder "Sing."

"I don't..." She looked for the lyrics. He must have written them down somwhere. "Just sing Marcella! Improvise, from the heart."

Dudo de mí pero no de ti, porque el amor nunca duda. (I doubt myself but not you, because love never doubts.)

The words flowed out of her, along with the melody.

Te quiero, tú me quieres, pero ¿por qué seguimos dudando.... (I love you, you love me, but why do we keep doubting?)

Pedri joined in and now they were singing together, all of it coming from the heart.  Marcella was buzzing all over once Pedri's hands stopped playing and the music died.

An unknown but exciting vibration flowed through her body.

"That was..."

Her sentence was interrupted as Pedri turned to look at her, his expression hard to read. He leaned forward, his warm lips sneaking up on her own.

"Pedri." She pulled back, a slight terror in her eyes.

He said nothing, eyes still darting hungrily at her lips.

"I don't..."

She tried to speak but his hands went to cup her face, railing her back in. Marcella closed her eyes, letting it happen, letting Pedri Gonzalez kiss her the way he wanted, slow and wet. It wasn't her first kiss, but this one was definitely the most exciting one. Pedri held her down, kissing her gently but rough at the same time. His tounge caressed hers gently and at times he would pull back as if to check that what he was doing to her was okay.

"I have to go." He eventually whispered, when his face was nuzzled up in the crease of her neck, his lips pressed against the pulse of her throat.

Marcella sighed but nodded. "Okay."

He pulled back to look at her, reaching forwards to stroke a thumb across her plump lips. "Nobody knows....that I can sing." He said. "None of my friends."

She smiled. "Now would be a good time to tell them, don't you think?"

He shook his head. "You can keep the song, it's yours. Just promise me that you won't tell anybody about this, about...."

"Us?" Up until just moments ago Marcella had never thought about her and Pedri being an us. She had thought of him as arrogant, inconsiderate and not to mention that he was friends with Gavi. No, Pedri had never been her type, although she could see why other girls may believe that he was theirs.

"Marcella? You okay?" He was cupping her cheek again, gently stroking her skin with his fingertips.

"Um, yeah, sure. I'm okay."

"Yes?"

She nodded. "Sure, I um, I won't tell anybody about the song or about..." She looked up as he stood.

"There is a football match on Friday, you should come." He spoke as if nothing had happened between them, as if the emotions that Marcella was feeling were of her imagination.

"I...can't."

"No? Why not?" Pedri grabbed his gym bag, throwing it over his shoulder.

"I have to go dress shopping with my mom. My friend is celebrating her seventeenth birthday on Saturday."

"Martina Blanco?"

She frowned. "How did you know?"

Pedri smiled. "Lucky guess." He moved on to the door, throwing her one last glance. "I'll see you Saturday Marcella."

"Um, I'll... He was gone before she could finish the sentence. "...see you?"

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #pedri #pedri x black reader #pedrito #pedri/gavi #pedri x reader #fc barcelona #pedri gonzalez

[finniestoncrane]

Idea! How would the Riddlers (and maybe Ozzy too 👉👈) react to/comfort s/o being sad because they gained a little weight and their favorite clothes don't fit anymore? (Also sorry that this is like the fourth request/prompt I've sent, but I love your writing so much)

Riddlers and Weight Gain

Riddler Headcanons oh god thank you! this was so cute, it hurt my heart, and adding ozzie in was just *chef's kiss* mostly because i know exactly what i would want from him ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: weight-gain, weight-loss, exercise, clothing, mostly fluff but some suggestive language

unburied

ok this might not be what you want to hear right now, but he can't contain the excitement. does this mean, that if you have to buy clothes in a bigger size, that he can borrow them and wear them as oversized things? he thinks he would look very cute in something big and also, everyone would know that he was with someone soft who let him borrow their things. oh sorry, you wanted comfort? why? you still look cute, and the important thing is that he is going to benefit somehow

capullo

the more of you there is, the more he can grab at. he's always been a fan of the way bodies jiggle when he ruts into them so this just makes the whole experience better. and look, so your clothes don't fit as well anymore. how is that a problem? the solution is simple: don't wear clothes anymore. you can feel perfectly fine to walk around naked in front of him, in fact it is preferable

gotham

this is nothing more than a fluctuation or a slightly different state of your body. human biology would dictate that there is no stasis in the human form. as for the clothes, what a delightful little problem to solve. to be fair, your wardrobe was rather drab. not nearly enough patterns or green. maybe this is the push you needed to become more extravagant, and he is more than happy to help you achieve that

twojar

oh would you like to be his gym buddy? he's a big fan of working out. and spending time with you, in tight clothes, getting all hot and sweaty and grunting OOF. he can make up a routine for you both! he can spot you if you'd like, and then spot you again in the locker rooms, maybe spot you in the shower cubicle too, maybe again once you're both home? or in fact, he actually knows a super good workout that requires too people and a whole lot of effort...

telltale

yes. he has noticed. and yes. he is very intrigued. look if he's being honest, your clothes could stand to be a bit tighter anyway. he hates to sound "old-fashioned" and "sexist" but he would rather you wore some form-fitting clothes that showed off your figure than the baggier things you're usually walking around in. plus whatever you think you've gained, you're carrying it well.

dano

oh! ok well his wardrobe is filled with big t-shirts and hoodies and he would be so happy to see you walking around, smelling like him. if you want, he can help you find some new clothes that suit you better. he'd spend all of his money on you, just to make you happy. but uh...if it's ok for him to say, you look extra soft and huggable like this and if it's not bothering you too much, you could consider staying that way

young justice

huh, now that you mention it, he did notice your cheeks looked extra cute and chubby lately. which he hopes you're ok with him mentioning, and that you'll let him kiss them a lot. guess what though, you could look however you wanted and to him you'd still be perfect. because you choose to be with him, and really that's all he was looking for in a partner. someone that willingly spent time with him and wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him

arkham

uh yeah, what do you want him to do? he has no idea why you've asked him for help. he's been wearing the same shirt for...how long has he been down here?...it can't really be months now, can it...? so something is tight, tear it a bit, make room. in fact, he would be more than willing to help you with the tearing clothes off of you part of that process. you're more than welcome to borrow some of his vest tops. they expose enough of him, he can only imagine how much of you they might put on display

lil bonus ozzie

hey, you're as gorgeous as you were before and as gorgeous as you'll be if you get bigger or smaller too. but if it would make you feel better, how about daddy takes you out on a shopping spree for a whole new wardrobe, huh sweetheart? and you can maybe get some cute new underwear for later so he can really get into showing you just how absolutely perfect he thinks you are

#finnie writes #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #penguin x reader #the batman 2022 #colin farrell penguin #oswald cobblepot x reader #penguin x you #oswald cobblepot x you #penguin headcanons #2022 penguin #2022 oswald cobblepot #riddler #the riddler #riddler imagine #the riddler imagine #riddler smut #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #the riddler headcanon #gotham riddler #gotham #the batman #arkham riddler #young justice riddler

[blorbocedes]

okay, your anon/nico thesis has really got me worked up because it's so true! i am also rewatching the 2016 season (for fic purposes) and the sky commentary is absolutely killing me. at first i thought it was just my hatred for the british (my country doesn't run their own f1 coverage and english is the only other language i understand so sky sports f1 it is) but these commentators and pundits are soooo biased.

whenever nico has a great race and just zooms off into the distance the commentators talk about how it's just because he's got the best car or it's really easy winning from the front, but i've just watched the malaysia race and when lewis is doing the same thing, just racing off into the distance, crofty and brundle were going on an on about how brilliant he was and how well deserved his win would have been.

equally, when lewis was fighting through the pack throughout races, usually because of bad starts (which were his fault) they would go on about how brilliant he was at overtaking blah blah, but in malaysia, when nico was having to fight his way through the pack because seb ran into him, they went, oh well of course he can, he has the best car on the grid.

also, the blatant lies and conspiracy theories that they promote are ridiculous! in malaysia, lewis complained that it was just his engine that was blowing up, but we literally heard nico's engineer telling him not to push the engine too much at the beginning of the race because they have some issues with it. and earlier in the season, when lewis said oh they switched our engineers for no reason, but we know that toto told them the reasons...

and it's so obvious that the team backed lewis. even when he was on his petty rants about how they supported nico and wanted him to win, not lewis, toto and niki put so much effort into appeasing lewis. at malaysia (still fresh in the mind lol) nico had what was genuinely one of the best races of his career, with some incredible overtakes, and managing to come back from literally last on the grid to the podium, including a time penalty (which the sky reporters were then trying to say wasn't long enough) and in the interviews afterwards toto and niki spent the entire time talking about lewis.

also if i were nico i would have been literally insane after barcelona. lewis took him out because nico was going to get him off the line again, and he wasn't even punished. he took 43 points from the team and got away with it. when nico took lewis out in spa 2014, he at least got points for the team, but was still punished for it. i literally don't know how nico didn't go completely insane over at mercedes.

this rant got really long, lol, sorry about that

no please feel free to go off lol 📣📣📣 I haven't rewatched all of 2016 but I can attest to the sky coverage and the lewis dick sucking fest that goes on roflmao... lewis talking about the team favouring nico is REALLY funny in retrospect. but that is why lewis himself admitted he's a better teammate now than he was in 2016 -- his own words!!!

did you know niki talked about how lewis would tear up his room after losing to nico (which he then paid for), then merc made him officially retract his statement 😶

i mean. nico did go insane lol, the training and full focus regiment and diet he did for 2016 was nuts. he needed 2 hours of therapy a day!!! and he walked out of a 100 million multiple year deal -- which he'd already signed!!! which means he had to pay a sweet payout for breaking the deal no doubt. but yeah even though he didn't air this part out to the media, it clearly did get to him — he proved he Can be world champion in the right car and now he had a family to go home to. and that's slay on girlboss 🫰

#nico rosberg #f1 lore #blorbocedes ask #nicology

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: “The Land of Shadow”

Ding dong, finally moving on to a new chapter! I know it actually wasn’t a long time, but feels like we spent so long in the Tower of Cirith Ungol…but now on to new territory!

Two sentences in and Frodo is already trying to chuck himself off a cliff LOL 🤣🤣

“Well, here goes, Mr. Frodo. Good-bye!” Sam really is Mr. Guess I’ll Die in these chapters, isn’t he?

Suddenly: BUSHES

Having gone walking in the desert in Arizona and still finding burrs in my sneakers months later, I can confirm that thorns are little spawns of the devil in plant form.

And then they both have a lie-down. Or Frodo has a lie-down, and Sam has a nap. Good. They need it.

Fjshdskfj this whole thing about the mail coat is. Aaaahh. It’s frickin’ killing me. I can’t believe I glossed over it when I was a kid. Frodo like “I’m too weak to go on wearing this” and Sam like “but we have to protect you somehow” and Frodo like “it’s no use, I don’t have the strength, I’m sorry, please don’t think I’m ungrateful, I know you went through a lot of effort to get it for me” and Sam like “oh my word, don’t worry about me! I’m the one who’s supposed to be worrying about you!” and I just. Nnnnggaahh! They *clenches fist* love each other so much I’mma frickin’ die

Also, “Don’t talk about it, Mr. Frodo. Bless you! I’d carry you on my back, if I could.” FOOORESHADOWING!!

Frodo has a Nazgûl detector. Side effect of the Morgul Blade, perhaps??

THAT REFERENCE TO THEODEN THO. HECK.

The Witch King has just been slain! No wonder the weather is changing in Mordor! Aw, man, if only Frodo and Sam knew what Merry had just helped to do…they’d be so proud, bro.

Sam: “Don’t you feel better?” Frodo: “No, not really.”

Pfffft way to be a downer, Frodo 🤣

WATERRRRRR!!

HECKIN’. WATERRRRRR!!!!

AAAAAHHHHHH I could cry 🤣🤣

Sam like “let me try it first” and Frodo like “:-( but I’m thirsty too” and Sam like “I know that, but I’m trying to test if it’s poisonous” fjshjdks they’re hilarious

Water in the desert. Heck. Frickin’. Do I need to restate how much water is a symbol of hope and rest and restoration and life in this story?? Heck to the frick frickin’ heck.

I love how just the presence of plant life in Mordor makes me feel like that’s a victory somehow. Like “HECK YES, STICK IT TO THE MAN, YA BALLSY LITTLE TREES, YOU GO!!”

Sam holding Frodo’s hand to try to keep himself awake 🥺

THE STAR BETWEEN THE CLOUDS!! HECK! So this is where that passage comes from! “In the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach”, AAAAAHHHHH—

Also the hobbits sleeping hand in hand is very cute but also. Sam. Sam you’re supposed to be on guard duty LOL

Good to know Aragorn’s distractionating is working.

Frodo is. Such a downer. I love him so much you guys. 🤣 “The whole thing is hopeless. There’s no way we’re gonna make it. Welp, let’s do this.”

This is what Peter Jackson’s trilogy got right when they had Gimli say, “Certainty of death, small chance of success—what are we waiting for?” It’s played for laughs there, but that really is the defiant optimistic pessimism that surrounds this story. It’s glorious. Gritty, stubborn, desperately clinging to life, bruised and bloody-knuckled and exhausted but still breathing, and clawing forward inch by inch if that’s all it can do. Relatable as heck, and inspiring like nothing else. Lord give me defiance like that.

Yooooo but that spat between the orcs tho. Now we know Gollum is still around, and nabbed Frodo’s mail shirt, and that word has reached the orcs that the Witch King is dead….and also orcs are ranked by numbers?? Very sophisticated. Very dehumanizing. Very Evil Overlord Army.

Sam hates Gollum with every thread of his being. And for good reason, too.

Frodo hears Sam’s whole story, and when it’s finished, he says nothing, but “took Sam’s hand and pressed it”.

I am. I am going buckwild about this. Didn’t I say that Frodo’s love language is Words of Affirmation, and Sam’s are Acts of Service and Physical Touch?? But here—here Frodo’s love language fails. He has no words left. He’s too exhausted. His love language offers him nothing. So he uses Sam’s.

I am. I am going to throw something. Scream. Cry, maybe. I just. AAAAAAAAAHHHHH—

“I’ll try and be a bit quicker, Sam.” FRODO I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT I WOULD KILL FOR YOU—

Sam just letting Frodo eat and drink the last of their store, and sleep on his own cloak, is. So much. Sam. You beautiful, self-sacrificial little saint, I would die for you (but you would probably insist on dying first).

Ooh, Gollum tried to come take the Ring while Sam was away getting water. Gaaaahhh, this is a so suspenseful.

Aaaand Frodo drank all the water LOL

Well, they’re caught. Here goes. Only about a page left to the chapter…

Oh! So the whole “hit me, start fighting” thing was invented by the movies. Makes sense. Couldn’t be too exciting, after all.

And what we have learned, kids, is that we can credit the survival of Middle Earth to the fact that Mordor doesn’t have traffic lights.

#frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #mention of: #theoden #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #aragorn #gollum #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts

[denim-mixtapes]

Diamonds and Rust [2/5: Missed Connection] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 1170 Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, Eddie is kind of a simp Summary: Eddie works up the courage to bring a gift by your place of work, reminiscing on the first time you met along the way, only to find that you aren't there. Also posted on AO3

A/N: While the rest of this fic is in your traditional reader insert 2nd person perspective, this chapter is in the 3rd person! Just cause I really wanted to make Eddie's train of thoughts and feelings very clear in this chapter. It'll be back to 2nd person for the last 3 chapters!

There’s bound to be holes burned into the floor of Eddie Munson’s trailer, the way he’s spent all morning pacing back and forth. 

Today’s the day. 

He planned this for weeks, spent just as much time working up the courage to deliver this mixtape as he did curating the track list and recording the songs off the radio, but he’s finally doing it. The tracks are written as neatly as he could manage on the sleeve, though it still looks no better than chicken scratch to him. On the opposite side, he’s penned a short-but-sweet message explaining why he picked each one, or why they remind him of her. Frankly, they all remind him of her, because she’s the only person he thinks of when he hears a good song, now. 

It’s no secret that he doesn’t have the most conventional taste in music, and it’s something he’s come to terms with over the years; it’ll be rare to find someone whose tastes align with his so well, but it seems that her’s do. He’s been planning this since the first time they met. 

On his first visit to the little second hand store on the edge of town, he decided to browse the tee shirts and see if anything interesting stood out to him. He wasn’t expecting much, but he got to the Hideout much earlier than his bandmates and he had some time to kill, so why not? He thumbed through racks of duds. Hawkins High and Purdue University spirit wear and “Official Indiana State Fair Produce Judge.” Hand drawn designs and many, many local business logos. Just as he was starting to give up hope, flipping even faster through the hangers, a familiar face caught his eye. Going back to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him, he breathed out an excited, “ Finally! ” as he pulled the Iron Maiden shirt off of the rack and threw it over his shoulder to keep looking. 

“Find what you’re looking for?” Her voice caught him off guard. Obviously he knew that someone must have been working in this place, but he had seen nobody when he came in. He didn’t jump at her voice, no, he just…moved on very quickly to the next rack, but she definitely noticed, a melodic laugh accompanying her next statement. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“Oh, no, you didn’t–” Eddie turned to look at the girl who greeted him and tripped over his words. He could feel the weight of her smile deep in his chest, like it was a sight that he could (and would) commit to memory in seconds flat. Her nose wrinkled as the smile widened, and he forgot how to speak entirely. Jesus Christ, Munson. Just say ANYTHING at this point, what the hell are you doing?   “It’s just so quiet in here – I mean, I wasn’t expecting – yes, I did find something. Thank you.” In an effort to look like less of a bumbling fool, he held up the tee shirt, balled up in his fist, making her breathe another soft laugh. He decided at that moment that her laugh was one of his new favorite sounds. 

When he deposited the shirt onto the counter and she searched for a price tag, her eyes widened with excitement. She looked from the shirt, to Eddie, and back again, and he suddenly felt very aware of himself, straightening his posture and attempting to tame his mane by running his fingers through it. 

“About damn time someone bought this thing,” she said, folding the shirt. There was a hint of color to her cheeks when she added, “if it spent one more week on the rack I was about to take it for myself. Seems like nobody in this town appreciates good music. It’ll be $1.79, if that’s all for you today.” 

“Almost nobody,” he corrected, raising his eyebrows and pointing to his own face with both hands. “Some of us actually listen to more than the top 40 radio bullshit. And of course by ‘some of us,’ I mean myself, my bandmates, and like, two freshmen that I took under my wing last year.” 

“So not only does he listen to Iron Maiden,” her eyes flicked to the various patches and buttons on his vest, “Motorhead, and Judas Priest…but he’s in a band?” 

Eddie nodded and bowed dramatically, “in fact, he is . And uh, what about her? What else is the mysterious thrift shop clerk into?” 

After that, they talked about music for hours, about their likes and dislikes, favorite songs and guilty pleasures. Why their favorite bands earned that title, and theories on why everyone else in Hawkins seemed to think that pop dance music was the standard. He sat at that counter talking to her for so long that he was twenty minutes late to sound check (which the guys will still not let go of, almost a month later) . 

Finally, with one last deep breath (and a quick check in the mirror), he chucks the tape in his inside jacket pocket and makes his way to the thrift shop. 

He twirls the keys around his finger nervously as he walks up to the shop door, prepares what he wants to say one more time in his head, and steps in…only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face and a gruff greeting from the man behind the counter. 

Eddie stops dead in his tracks. 

He’s been here almost every day for a month, except for Sundays when they’re closed, and she’s always here. Why –  today of all days – was she not here? 

“Can I help you find something, son?” The man behind the counter asks. 

Hands in his pockets, Eddie approaches him. “Yeah, uh, there’s usually a girl here who helps me out, is she here? Maybe in the back?” He cranes his head around the man toward the dark back room where the donations are kept. 

The man visibly deflates, knowing he isn’t getting a sale from Eddie. “Nup,” he carped, “she had a family thing. A wedding or a funeral or something, hell, I dunno, but she’s off today either way.” 

“Ah, okay.” Dejected, Eddie decides it’s still now or never. If he brought the tape home with him, it wasn't ever going to see the light of day again. He had to take the chance. Pulling the tape from his pocket, he slides it across the counter, “Could you leave this for her? Just tell her Eddie dropped it off, she should be expecting it.” 

So maybe it wasn’t 100% truthful, but he figured the best way to get the tape in her hands and not the trash as soon as he left the building was to say that she knew it was coming. 

The man waves a hand in dismissal and pulls out a cigarette, lighting up before he responds with a clipped, “sure, sure.” 

Eddie thanks him and turns on his heel to make his exit. No turning back now. 

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson reader insert #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #fluff #diamondsandrust fic

[sparklingpax]

And now, on this edition of miscellaneous headcanons no one asked for!! 

-(intended to be set in canon, but opinionated so feel free to disagree if you disagree just don’t attack me for it dkjdsksdjk thanks ;w;)

-typos...sorry if you see any...I typed this on my phone

-this is so long. Too long??? y'all I have many thoughts tho 😭 these range from specific little things to wholesome to kinda angst to like... whatever. Lots of things 🥺 I know I didn't talk about everyone.......so

-pls drop in to ask for more of these anytime I enjoy writing these out qwq 

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-If you didn’t read that one long-ass fic or my (also long-ass) ramble about landiver as a couple, they went to like military academy together and that’s where their whole relationship began....also they never formally met Phoenix but he went to that same academy. Hawk, meanwhile, studied somewhere else...he was kinda always on a fast-track to a higher-level military position so he went to a more “prestigious” school...he aimed to be a captain or some higher rank for a couple reasons, but one of the biggest was so he could prove that a team could be run without the meaningless caste/social class-enforcing regulations and rituals he so much despised. 

-Giga and Mega enjoy when they have quiet nights to curl up and read books together....perhaps also with a glass of wine to accompany this.....Giga dozes off first, always.

-Hydra actually studies other languages for fun; right now he speaks German, and has a decent grip on English, Japanese, and French--he's currently trying to learn Chinese.

-Mega and Giga are really good cooks, and they are responsible for the banquet-type meals the Deceptions have sometimes. They also enjoy it, viewing cooking as a "labor of love" and enjoying the smiles on everyone's faces when they sit for dinner and eat. Now, while they appreciate help in the kitchen....surprisingly only Bullhorn is a decent cook and the least likely to break something (he actually puts effort into cooking/baking, it's a hobby of his)....so Mega finds ways to gently coax Cancer and Wilder out of the kitchen so they don't end up making a mess of things...💀✨

-The only Pretender who perhaps has never been to Cab's treehouse is Phoenix.....he's literally nowhere to be found most days cause of his job 😭 bro is literally gone for half the missions they go on too sjsjjssj

-Phoenix is a nice guy, really. He tries. To hang out when he's around, to remember names and come off as easy-going and funny, to be friendly (which he is), but he himself is a little awkward sometimes, surprisingly more of an introvert...he feels bad about always being busy...the kids (and the other team members) do understand and don't blame him for it, but he thinks about it a lot....after all, the Pretenders all know each other best because of all the ime they spent on their initial mission assignment....So basically, he's always been distant but he's not a distant person, its just his situation in life 😔✨

-The kids introduced Lofi to Hawk and he listens to it a lot while working, it helps him focus quite well.

-Diver never formally got his driver's license...he does know how to drive a car...it just deadass had never crossed his mind and then when it did..............he'd just forget 💀 Lander is usually glad to give him a ride in his vehicle mode tho, and on occasion, he'll be driving if he has to...just hoping in the back of his mind he doesnt get stopped or something

-Oh yea and those two hang out in each other's rooms in HQ all the time....on the whole, Diver goes to Lander's room more often tho (I believe there was an episode where they were in this room-looking space looking at the news together and I will die on the hill that was one of their rooms in HQ)

-After coming together with the other Godmasters, Roadking found a new hobby in poking fun at Ginrai and Ginrai would always have good comebacks; I mean come ON theyre both 19 and definitely have similar personalities, they most certainly argue and have a mild (friendly) rivalry (nothing serious, all /lh if you know what I mean 😌)

-Ranger is the chillest dude. He and Diver get along v well, and he is always amused to watch Diver and Lander go at it in one of their (ultimately pointless) discussions about motivations of characters in a movie they just watched or why there was a billboard with a misspelling in the slogan line on the road the other day.

-Lightfoot unironically really likes classical music over any other kind of music, and I say unironically because Roadking and the kids thought he was joking

-I swear I've mentioned this before but Ginrai regularly goes on non-work-related drives in his truck; he always did ever since he started working his trucker job, and still enjoys it, especially at night. And, now that he has a virtually indestructible transtector for a truck...he's got no worries. Hawk tags along when he's not swamped with work...they very much enjoy the time together, sharing music and sometimes stopping at random places on the side of the road for one reason or another.

-On a similar note, Wilder likes walks on the beach by himself. He has a lot of stuff to think about and gets pretty frustrated pretty fast so...it does him good to have the silence and alone time.

-Lander initially used to not need glasses but then over time (after he added glasses to his human disguise) because his human form wore the (random) pair for so long, he found his human body's vision deteriorating to the point where he finally dragged himself over to an optometrist one day for a formal appointment, where he ended up getting the right prescription...and all was right with the world

-Ginrai plays with the straps of his overall things when he's nervous/jittery.

-Buster is a coffee-enjoyer (like 1-2 cups a day, actually--) meanwhile, Hydra is a tea guy, like Giga. Mega will drink either, she has no preference.

-All the Pretenders have taken the kids out for some kind of training exercise at least once, but they've gone with Diver the most.

-Due to his previous occupation & personal interest (as a hobby), Ranger knows how to deal with & ride horses. He tried to teach both Ginrai and Roadking (initially it was just Ginrai but Roadking chimed in wanting to do it as well; Lightfoot is already something of a horseback rider himself, so he offered to tag along for fun) how to ride horses.........once. never again 😀

-nearly every single (human) character on both sides has some form of social media. And yes, they do congregate on Twitter for the most part (I have so many thoughts about this but I'll leave it at this for now)

-Lander has been known to make drunken tweets at odd hours of the morning and then when he's sober again....he really only feels like deleting the most heinous ones. He doesn't really care what he posts, especially cause he has all work-related contacts blocked on that account so...he's got no worries.

-Shuta's motorcycle-lookin bike thing is actually a regular motorbike turned into something way cooler as a whole separate job-related project by his father years ago...Shuta just started using it for himself one day and no one seemed to notice...so he kept going out with it.

-Sometimes, when he's working, Lander ties his hair back, especially when it gets longer (before he gets it trimmed)--he puts it in a ponytail so it doesn't distract him. (Sometimes he leaves it in and doesn't realize; Diver thinks it's cute)

-The Pretenders, while in their human bodies, do have stuff like heightened immune systems, quicker healing from physical wounds, ability to take higher levels of alcohol and such with little to no problems, etc......but they still have human bodies.....so it's not impossible they (and it does happen) get sick, break bones/sustain different kinds of injuries, get drunk, become generally physically exhausted, etc....like with food/drink, they can go way longer than the normal human without it, but at some point they'd need to eat something or they'd starve in their human form (just as Cybertronians need to refuel and stuff)........so......anyway......on the mild tangential connection to the topic of getting drunk......it is a mystery to all of them how bad Hawk is at holding alcohol...of all of them, he gets drunk the fastest, both in his Cybertronian and human body--whether it's energon or human wine, Hawk has a 95% chance of getting tipsy off even just the first glass....hence he is careful with how much he consumes...most times.

-Clouder is that one guy that will make multiple extra accounts to mess with someone. He has done this actually. No one wants to add him on discord servers as a 'friend' because they just feel the weird vibes his main account gives,,,

-The Deception HM Jrs would have been voted "best friendship trio" in their senior year of highschool superlatives contest had they actually gone to school instead of what they ended up doing (based on a real entry in my own highschool's superlatives contest btw haha)

-Lander drinks....a lot.....he has a lot of heavy thoughts. Especially after Shuta's dad died...he harbors a lot of private guilt about that. Diver, beneath much of their daily back and forth teasing, is always watching for signs anything is getting worse with Lander, and is always silently there for him in that regard. They often go drinking together so Diver can just make sure nothing happens to Lander. Lander knows this, and lets him...he trusts Diver, and they understand without needing even to discuss it; Diver's presence gives him confidence to gradually learn to pull himself out of these frequent ruts, and over time, he found his way back to enjoying drinking rather than using it as a way to attempt to forget the past. Diver was there the whole way for it :]

-Ginrai will not eat natto.

-As a Nagano native, Ginrai has absolutely taken members of the team to his hometown and the surrounding areas for sightseeing and other things :3 Also, Nagano is known for its awesome apples! (A/n: Actually real; I was there and learned about that/ate some apple treats....which were literally so good 🤤) so Ginrai is very fond of apples in general, always has been ^^

-Cancer and Browning are a KNOWN prankster duo 😎 (their victims are often the Decepticon Pretenders, mainly because those three STILL haven't figured out the pranking duo is Cancer and Browning, they just Know that Someone Out There is Up to something 🧐 this lack of awareness is the same reason neither Giga nor Mega intend to intervene either 💀)

-'King Poseidon' has no hobbies or passtimes, the Seacons just Rage wherever they are until they have to fight next...that's why King Poseidon is so fucking Mad

-while its true that Dauros was plotting some kind of usurpation of Blood as the trio's (unofficial) leader, he actually gave up because upon later thought....what was the point? It was just the three of them? So...he conceded to just let Blood do whatever and instead just be snarky with him. Gilmer is like a third wheel to this conflict, with no actual opinion on this at any point. He's just there to manically laugh alongside them while they carry out their Evil Plans™

-Hawk kinda has kitten sneezes (canon 💀😭)

-Diver actually doesn't like heights much....but you wouldn't be able to tell because he does his best to bear through it, especially during missions....it also helps when the distance from the ground below is not visible, so like "out of sight out of mind" sorta thing....but yea it makes him uneasy and (somewhat uncharictaristically) tense when heights come into play. Of course, it also helps a lot when Lander's there...he just focuses on the presence of someone who isn't afraid and that helps him not be as afraid of it for that moment

-You'd think Lightfoot doesn't have any interest in being any kind of jokester, but he's actually a serial pun-maker. Do not get him started, he will not stop, and he'll do it with a somewhat neutral expression too, which makes it funnier for the others 💀

-Bullhorn sometimes puts Cancer on his shoulders if they're in some kind of a crowd and the boy can't see, since Wilder and Bullhorn are tall enough to usually get a good view, but Cancer is usually not.

-Phoenix is the one monitoring airwaves the most (it's partially his actual dayjob to do something similar, so he does both that and work for the Autoboy team most days/nights); as such, he kept contact with the Headmasters quite often for a while...then they stopped sending transmissions...he hasn't completely lost contact with them but it's reduced only to emergency transmissions now....he misses the random conversations they'd have with him.

-Roadking really likes EDM, dance, Phonk, etc.

#headcanons #super god masterforce #masterforce moment òwó 🥺💖✨ #masterforce #transformers #tf #kuni talks #shuta #cab #minerva #hawk #ginrai #roadking #lightfoot #ranger #clouder #giga #mega #blood #dauros #gilmer #hydra #buster #wilder #bullhorn #cancer #diver #lander #Phoenix #praying i didnt leave someone out oh im so tired absjdjssjdj ok bye enjoy (i hope

[tfsroleplay]

Smoking TW, violence/blood mention, implied child abuse

Sylvia sits in a back alley in Splatsville, next to her is an Octoling that’s currently knocked unconscious. Not directly caused by her, but he dodged one of her punches and ended up smacking his head against the wall...

Usually when she was in Splatsville, she avoided any and all areas that may get her into trouble, but this time she went and actively sought it out.

She was aggravated and needed to blow off some steam, and didn’t want to go into a turf war and basically hunt down Inkfish with a roller (that might discourage younger kids from playing) so... an actual fight would have to do.

The Octoling was actually with several other Inkfish who... ended up running when they realized Sylvia was not playing around. Considering one tried to put her in a headlock and she immediately bit down on their arm and drew a lot more blood than someone would’ve thought...

In her defense, they wanted her wallet, she wanted to spar... She didn't want to draw blood and have someone get knocked out.

"...I don’t even feel better, either... it’s not fun if someone gets hurt like this..."

She took a long drag of a cigarette, something she’d taken got after meeting with her mother that day. Yeah, her mother. Let’s go back a bit...

{ Earlier in the day }

Sylvia stepped off the train and made her way to the center of Splatsville, today she was finally going to meet her mother and find out what she wanted after reading the letter she sent to the house.

"...This is not going to be fun..."

She stands to the side of Hotlantis, her mother was supposed to already be there but... She wasn’t. Great.

"Of course she’s fucking late..."

As if on cue, an older inkling woman, one that looked very similar to Sylvia, walked out of the store and looked at Sylvia.

"Oh there you are!"

Sylvia rolls her eyes, finally here? She got there at the time her mother told her to be there… Why does her mother look so happy?

"I got here at the time we agreed on. Where the fuck did you go?"

Cynthia shakes her head.

"My, such harsh language... Can't you act a little more proper?"

"No. Where were you?"

"Oh, I decided to check out some of the shops here in Splatsville. The city itself may look shitty, but the shops have some real treats if you look hard enough."

Her mother lifted a few bags up, Sylvia rolling her eyes. Materialistic as always... She motions to the alley close to Hotlantis, making Sylvia follow her, the sound of Cynthia's heels seeming to be the only sound Sylvia could hear now. She made sure to stay close to the exit, just in case things went south...

"Hmm... yes, I think here is a good place to talk..."

Sylvia stands up straighter, hands in her hoodie pocket. She's uncomfortable, and pretty nervous. She just wants to get this over with and get back to Inkopolis...

"Just get to the point, I don't have all day."

Cynthia huffed, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't know how to act like a lady now, do you? Rude language, no makeup, dressing like that."

She looks up and down at Sylvia's outfit, her face scrunching a bit. Sylvia just narrows her eyes, as if challenging her mother.

"My, nothing changes with you does it? Would it kill you to try and put some effort in looking nice? I swear even as a child you were difficult..."

"Yeah, like you'd know that... Cause you spent sooo much time with us..."

Cynthia stared at her, shaking her head and finally setting down her bags. She's still got a smile on her face, reaching into a bag and pulling out an envelope.

"I'm here because I need a favor from my daughter. I need you to accompany me to a little business party."

Sylvia stares at her, she scoffs and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, you need a favor from me? What the fuck makes you think I'd do anything to help you? Newsflash, Cynthia, you might've given birth to me, but I stopped being your daughter the second you stopped being a good parent."

Cynthia was still smiling, though... her expression was definitely not one that was kind... And Sylvia's confidence immediately went down, recognizing it.

"Sylvia... I am generously offering you a chance to help out dear old mom..."

Sylvia gripped the inside of her pocket tightly, suddenly feeling a lot smaller than she did earlier.

"...No. I don't care what you want me to do, the answer is no. We're done here."

"We're not done."

She holds out the envelope and opens it, letting Sylvia see the contents. Her eyes widened, the amount of money in there would... definitely be a huge help for them... Sylvia almost immediately tried to grab it, Cynthia pulling it out of her reach, her other hand immediately gripping Sylvia's face tightly.

"Oh, no no, you don't get this unless you you do my favor. It would help tremendously if my sweet daughter joined me and played nice with my business associates, very simple. And make use of the piano lessons I had you do when you were younger, we'll show off your talent and then you can be done."

Sylvia was silent, her mother's nails were dangerously close to breaking skin.

"And... I don't think I have to say this, but don't cause trouble for me.. I think we both know that won't end well for you."

{ Present }

"...This fucking sucks..."

She puts out the cigarette, waiting for the Octoling to wake up. She'd at least like to make sure that he didn't have a concussion after smacking his head against the wall...

"It's always something... At least she won't be showing up at the house..."

#in chara: sylvia #Sylvia V: Default #((i was bit by the writing bug and finally get to write this...)) #((sylvia's mom is basically treating her like another one of her accessories))