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Hiii <3 i love your fics so much, can you do one where a girl who really needs a job ends up getting hired to be trevor’s assistant/ secretary (because tpi is hectic lol) and they start having a sexual relationship where he is the dom? Kinda like the movie secretary ehe please and thank you! 💌

I love this idea sm!

Summary: There was only one way to get a raise.

TW: -Smut

Word count: 2134

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

“You want a fuckin’ raise?”

Now that was a tone of voice you always avoided since working for him.

Desperate, naïve, eager; Trevor was your only saviour when you had trouble getting employment. It wasn’t that hard to convince the man after your totally informal job interview. All you had to wear was a slim, dark dress and he immediately hired you. Not a single question asked.

“I…” You felt ashamed, wishing you hadn’t of mentioned it – “I’m sorry. I just thought I deserved it because I’ve been working overtime… And stuff.”

“Stuff? Define stuff, sugar.”

“Uhh…”

Trevor crossed his arms, “You’re a great gal, but I don’t give raises. Ask Ron. The guy’s been my second-hand man for a few years and hasn’t even gotten enough cash to get himself a fuckin’ threesome down the motel.”

You’d think this was great marketing advertisement, the boss refusing to give his employees enough for personal fun. It made you realise how unfair and cruel he was, as a human, not just boss.

“Right.”

“I’m not sayin’ you don’t deserve a raise, gorgeous, but I gotta keep my folks equal. If I gave you a bonus, I’d have to give the rest some… And they’re thick as fuck,” He scowled, “So it’s settled, babe. No fuckin’ raises.” His tone becoming hostile.

You nodded, “I understand.” Which was a complete lie.

“Good girl… Now get your ass back on the computer or whatever the fuck you do. Trevor Philips Industries ain’t movin’ without my loyal servants, and lady.” Your boss winked before walking off, presumably hitting some meth that had been manufactured earlier that week.

Yet, even when he’s so vividly disgusting and captivating, you couldn’t help but blush when he soloed you in his attempt of a prep talk. There was an odd charisma he had around women. There was no bitterness, no aimed frustrations; he was completely neutral (and occasionally flirty). Remembering that one time he was disrespected by a lady, you were surprised when he was aroused than angry. But if it was all men – they’d be dead. No exaggeration, their bodies would be piled 6ft under, scarred with the message that Trevor Philip’s HATES being disrespected.

It would easily contrast the inequality of his company, an image so against his words that stated; “I gotta keep my folks equal.” Trevor’s ability to treat his employees fairly is impossible. He has a weakness, a soft spot for you. Late for work? You only get yelled at for 2 minutes straight. Made a client angry? He’ll blame it on the client. Disrespect him? Blow job.

That thing you were discussing. That “stuff” you vaguely mentioned when asking for a raise, it referred to the extra-curriculum you had to do after work hours. Blow him, none stop, until he cums at least 5 times. You’d think it would be enough to convince him…

But clearly not.

“[y/n]! I want my coffee!” Trevor’s beaming voice cried from his gutted office.

Playtimes over and you were snapped out of your daydream. It was back to work, and you held a hot mug of pure black coffee into his private room. As the door opened, you saw him slump against his chair, legs heavy on his desk. He made a satisfied grunt when you magically appeared.

“Thanks, gorgeous.” That low grumble forever making your stomach twirl uncontrollably.

“You’re welcome.”

His glass pipe remained tightly around his lips as he’d suck in the intoxicating fumes. You watched him, hoping that the effects of meth would at least make him change his mind about the whole “raise” situation. The money was needed; the economy not helping at all.

“[y/n].” He spoke as the fumes of his pipe evaporated from his nostrils. The impression of his neutral tone had given you hope. Your eyes lit up when he sat forward in his seat, looking like he was about to say something very –

“I’m feelin’ a little tight, if you know what I mean…”

All hope was lost.

Trevor continued to talk, “Could you help good old Trevor out, sugar? You know, the usual.”

You couldn’t show your disappointment as you didn’t want to ruin his mellow mood. Once you nodded, he threw the pipe aside and leaned back, opening up his legs. No words were even said.

You dropped to your knees and pulled out his soft cock. He watched as you began stroking his tip, trying to engage and make him erect enough for you to continue this “side-work.” Your palms groped his sensitive skin roughly. Trevor jumped at your weird aggression, giving you a small glare.

“Careful, sugar. You almost yanked off my fuckin’ dick.”

It seems as though you were bitter about his disapproval of a raise. Your sudden roughhousing with his length was done unconsciously, and you didn’t realise until he spoke up about it.

“Oh, shit – “ You quickly returned to his tip, wanting to keep the tension going, “Sorry, sorry… I didn’t realise.”

Trevor was tempted to backtalk but shook his head and returned his focus upon the hand around his cock. He’d occasional glance up to observe your down-casted frown. He’s been noticing how distant you’ve been in the past week, but he couldn’t understand why.

“What’s up with you, gorgeous? You ain’t been smiling a lot.”

“Oh, I’m okay.”

“Don’t lie. You’re barely touching my penis, you got this depressive ass scowl on your face, you usually sweet-talk me through this and you ain’t sayin’ shit. What’s going on with you?” Trevor frowned.

You took your hands off him and stood up. It was hard to speak up, you had no idea what to do.

“[y/n].” His tone grew more serious.

“I’m just… Stressed.”

“Okay…? About what?”

“I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about everything and… I’m not where I want to be.” You tried to explain.

“The fuck does that mean?” He pushed his cock back into his underwear and pouted, clearly not impressed at the turn of events.

“I’m not happy.”

Trevor was silent for a minute. You could tell he was considering something.

“What? The job, or like… The pay?” Bingo.

You nodded, “Both.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His shoulders grew tight and heavy. For once in your life, you finally saw him look… Stressed? He’s usually angry, or super horny, or dramatically depressed. But never stressed. There was a sense of worry in his whole frame.

“You want to… Quit?” His voice trembled a bit.

“I don’t know what else to do. You said you wouldn’t give out rais – “

“Woah, hey, hey!” He snapped, grabbing your arm as if you were trying to leave, but you weren’t. Trevor stared into your eyes with his dark ones, “I-I didn’t mean it like that, gorgeous. I was just… AH! You know what? Fuck that… FUCK THAT!”

You froze at his outburst.

“[y/n], fuck, if you want a raise. I’ll give you a raise, yeah? How much, huh? 20% bonus? 50%? 65%?” It was hard to determine if he was generally scared, or angry.

“I – “

“HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT?”

“Shit, shit. I don’t know, Trevor. Like… 50? Maybe?”

“MAYBE? YES OR NO? C’MON, GIRL!” Now he was angry. No. He was furious.

“Trevor, sorry. I’m sorry!” You blurted out in fear that he was going to throw you out.

Trevor covered his face and lets out a low growl. He does this for a few seconds before he wiped that grim glare off his face and gave you a terrifying smile.

“Ah, sorry about that, sugar. I just don’t like being told what to do. It makes me… annoyed, shall I say.”

“I guess. I’m sorry, Trevor, I really a –“

“Stop apologising,” He scoffed, “Just stop. You want a bonus? I’ll give you one. 50% bonus, there, sorted. Now… Fuck off, [y/n]. No wait, no. Don’t fuck off. Are you finally happy enough to gimme a fuckin’ blowie, or what?”

There was only one way to lighten up his mood, so you nodded.

“Yes.”

“Oh, thank the Lord! Great, ‘cause I’ve been hard ever since you used that tongue of yours to speak. You have such a wet mouth, sugar… GOD! Just… c’mere, now.”

You approached him again but apparently it wasn’t fast enough.

“C’mon [y/n], I ain’t playin’ around. I need you ASAP!” Trevor ordered, pointing to his crotch that had an occurring boner.

At least he wasn’t soft anymore. You hated rubbing it raw until it gets hard, it was just an anti-climax feeling. Luckily he was more than hard. You pulled out his dick and it pulsed the moment you made contact with it. How didn’t you notice this mess of a boner? Being so caught up in the conversation, you had failed to see his bulge grow overtime.

“Fuck, that’s what I’m talking about.” He grinned when you began stroking his tip.

Slowly dropping to your knees again, you found the energy and spirit to massage his tender cock, pestering the tip and exhaling your moist, hot breath upon the skin. Receiving this bonus from a guy who refuses to buy designer clothes despite being a professional criminal had really brightened your mood. Even after his small tantrum, he wanted you back onto his dick, proving how much he’d hate to lose you.

It left you smug.

“Oh, Christ… Yeah, yeah, c’mon… That’s good.” Trevor placed his hands over yours, guiding you through his cock with a smirk. He wanted an excuse to stroke your naked skin.

His fingertips were rough. You shivered knowing he’s killed many people with these hands, yet he’s so gently holding yours while rubbing his dick with love. He didn’t want to let go. Trevor muffled out grunts as you leaned closer, taking him in whole.

“Fuck, fuck! [y/n], you’re so hot…”

You gurgled when his full length had molested your mouth. His hand migrated from yours, to the back of your head, gripping your locks as you rammed his cock in and out of your wet mouth. He’d whisper your name continuously. Trevor would also accidentally whimper whenever you’d lick around his tip, torturing his dick with your filthy mouth.

“Fuck, sugar… Keep going, c’mon. Don’t stop. Don’t stop on me, baby. F-Fuuccckkk…” He groaned.

Gagging and slurping, you picked up the pace and held him so you could easily bop your head repeatedly.

“Keep going. Good girl, faster.”

You whimpered at his commands.

“Faster, [y/n]. C’MON!” His hand gripped your hair harsher. He’d yank you up and down with a smirk, loving how you allowed him to toy your body around so effortlessly.

At this point, you were drooling over his cock. He gave you no time to breathe. You’d hold onto his lap and smother his skin with your hot saliva, letting your eyes roll up as he’d only get rougher.

“You deserve that raise, don’t you? C’mon, girl! [y/n], fuckin’ SUCK! Be a fuckin’ slut for my cock, ay? You looooooove it… You love being my personal whore, yeah? That’s what you’re paid for, [y/n]. You know that? Your pretty little mouth belongs to my dick, baby. NOW SUCK, C’MON!”

“Ohh, yeah – “ You gagged, feeling him throb and twitch against your tongue.

“Mmm… Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum…”

Your tongue mangled his tip, ready for him to shoot. Trevor’s nails were digging into your scalp at this point. He was whining out your name. You were certain the others were hearing this, but who cares? They already knew you were his personal fuck-doll. And you were proud of it.

“[y/n]… I love you, I love you, fuck… Baby, SHIT!” His words slowly descends into a haze of murmurs. His penis only enlarged at the peek of his climax. You took a deep breath in before –

“FUCK! FUCK, FUCK!”

He jerked his hip up, ramming the cock into your throat as he came. Your eyes were beyond glassy. You held onto his hands for support since he was ejaculating so much fluid. He smothered your tongue and mouth with his semen, the salty taste burning your taste buds.

“Shit… Fuck me, fuck…” His body had calmed down with subtle spasms. He sunk into his chair, hand slowly falling from your hair.

You wiped away the cum from your lips and swallowed, not breaking eye-contact. It was sensual, and he only winked back at you.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl… I love you and your slutty mouth.”

“Thank you… Thank you, Trevor.” You pitifully thanked him even though you were the source of his orgasm. Without meaning to, you treated him God-like.

He grinned – “You better fuckin’ thank me… Now, actually answer calls or I’m gonna cut your bonus by 5%.” His voice so charming and deep.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 1 year

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The Silver Dragon (14/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 2134

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: For the first time in the six years she’s been on Dragonstone, Princess Rhaenyra asks for Arianwyn to join her for a walk in the gardens.

Warnings: Mentions of rape.

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The Garden

The morning air was cool, heralding winter’s coming before too long. But Arianwyn did not mind; it was quite warm on Emrys’ back. Indeed, the fire that raged within the dragon was so strong that even with the chill in the air and the wind whipping around her, Arianwyn’s brow was still dotted with sweat.

As always, she was loathe to bring Emrys back to solid ground. But Daemon’s threats still rang in her ears whenever she glanced across the sparkling water to King’s Landing. So, she landed again once more in the courtyard of Castle Dragonstone and watched with an aching heart as he was guided back to the Dragonmont.

While Arianwyn loved flying, she was decidedly less fond of her riding leathers, especially when the thick leather trapped the dampness of her sweat against her skin. So as long as she had to remain on the ground, she was eager to return to her tower and change into something more comfortable.

When Arianwyn emerged from the dressing room in a deliciously soft gown of gray silk, Brynna was waiting for her in the solar with paper in her hands.

“Today’s message from Prince Aemond has arrived, my Lady,” Brynna said, holding out an envelope sealed with deep green wax. She fumbled nervously with a small fold of parchment before handing it over as well. “And a note came for you – from Princess Rhaenyra.”

Arianwyn’s hands froze in the middle of tearing open Aemond’s letter. Rhaenyra sent her a message? Though her mind raced, she could not think of a single reason why. Curiosity thoroughly piqued, she took the note from Brynna and unfolded it.

Lady Arianwyn,

As soon as you are able, please meet me in the Chamber of the Painted Table.

The weather is pleasant today, and I thought we could take a walk.

Princess Rhaenyra

In all the time she had been at Dragonstone, Arianwyn had never been asked to meet with her stepmother. So what reason could the Princess possibly have to reach out now?

Arianwyn refolded the note and looked to Brynna, who was waiting impatiently to find out what Rhaenyra had said. “She wants me to join her for a walk,” she said.

She was sure Brynna’s look of confusion was mirrored on her own face, but the lady’s maid quickly composed herself, nodded, and stepped back into the dressing room. “Right. You’ll need a cloak,” she muttered, almost to herself. “The wind will give you a chill.”

Once she was dressed to Brynna’s standards, Arianwyn made her way out of her tower and toward the Chamber of the Painted Table. She had been able to find her way through the castle without guards for several years, though Daemon still insisted she be escorted every time she left her apartments.

Unfortunately for her, the Stone Drum, the tower which held the legendary Painted Table, was on the far eastern side of the castle. Her tower, so small and unremarkable that it had never been given a grand name, was in the far west. As a result, it took nearly half an hour to reach her destination.

One of the guards moved to open the grand wooden doors carved with fearsome depictions of Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes in the Conquest, but Arianwyn held out a hand to stop him. Then, taking a deep breath, she focused on the carving of Vhagar, imagining that the rider atop her was not the warrior Queen Visenya, but Aemond.

Though she still missed him to the point of despair, the thought of him calmed her racing heart and gave her the strength to stand straight and proud as she finally signaled for the doors to be opened.

She was surprised to find the grand room nearly empty, the Princess and her constant retinue of guards the only occupants. Rhaenyra stood at the side of the Painted Table, in a position that, were the massive map real, would place her on Driftmark.

When she saw her stepdaughter descending the stairs, Rhaenyra gave the girl a pleasant smile, though it did not quite reach her eyes. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed Ser Lorent Marbrand, her sworn Kingsguard, from their conversation and moved to greet Arianwyn.

“Thank you for coming so swiftly,” Rhaenyra said, gesturing for the girl to rise from her curtsy. “I thought it was a fine day for a walk in the gardens, don’t you agree?”

Stunned by the casual way the Princess addressed her, Arianwyn gave a hesitant smile and nodded. That was all the affirmation Rhaenyra needed before she began climbing back up the stairs. Arianwyn dutifully followed, keeping her hands clasped before her and her head bowed.

The walk to the gardens was silent, save for the clanking of armor which always accompanied their guards. Arianwyn was desperate to know why she had been summoned, but protocol demanded that she allow Rhaenyra, her stepmother and presumptive heir to the throne, to speak first.

It wasn’t until they arrived at the gardens, the one place on the island where Maesters had been able to coax anything beyond grass to grow, that the Princess finally broke the silence.

“How was Emrys this morning?” she asked, fumbling over the pronunciation of the dragon’s name.

Arianwyn had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from correcting her stepmother. “He is well,” she replied curtly. But Rhaenyra continued to stare at her as if expecting more, so she continued, “He very much enjoys flying when the wind is strong, so his mood was quite high today.”

Rhaenyra grinned, “Syrax was the same way when she was young.” She laid a hand over her swollen belly, “I regret that I have not been able to ride recently, but Daemon is quite protective when I am in such a state.”

The small feeling of ease that Arianwyn had begun to feel was at once extinguished at the mention of her father. If only he had felt the same protectiveness for Rhea.

Sensing she had made an error, Rhaenyra moved quickly to try and break the tension. She cleared her throat, “The Dragonkeepers tell me you have been immensely helpful to Rhaena in her training with Morning.”

Indeed, for more than a year, Arianwyn had spent most mornings in the training yard with her younger sister and the hatchling. The still small creature, with scales the lovely soft pink of a sunset, had hatched from the clutch Syrax laid during Rhaenyra’s last pregnancy.

Arianwyn had nearly wept when she first saw Morning coiled around Rhaena’s neck. She had not seen a person so overwhelmed with joy since she watched Aemond claim Vhagar for the first time. Watching Rhaena bond with her dragon helped to fill the missing piece of her that still regretted not being there to see Aemond do the same.

“Rhaena is a naturally gifted dragonrider,” Arianwyn told the Princess. “I assure you, my help is entirely unnecessary.”

Rhaenyra laughed, “You would not know it by the way she speaks of you. It is good you can be a sister to her, with Baela on Driftmark with Rhaenys.”

“You flatter me, Your Royal Highness,” Arianwyn replied, bowing her head slightly.

The two continued to wander through the garden, exchanging formal pleasantries and shallow conversation for nearly an hour. By the time they at last reached the far wall of the massive park, and the vista overlooking the sea below, Arianwyn was so overcome with the monotony that she could no longer maintain her demure façade.

“Princess, may I speak freely?” She asked, her voice harder than it had been throughout the afternoon.

Rhaenyra blinked, surprised at the change in her tone. “Of course you may.”

“Why am I here?”

The Princess’ kind face immediately fell into passivity, and she let out a uncomfortable laugh. “I am afraid I do not understand what you are asking.”

Arianwyn steeled herself, looking at her stepmother directly as she spoke. “You and I have lived under the same roof for most of my life. For six years now, I have lived in your castle as your stepdaughter. And yet, you have said more to me just this afternoon than you have in all the past nineteen years. Why?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowed, though her voice remained friendly – but only just. “Do you think it wrong for a woman to desire to spend time with her family?”

“I think it strange when that desire appears so suddenly after almost two decades of neglect.”

The Princess sighed heavily, turning to face the sea. “That is why I wanted to tell you myself –we are to leave for King’s Landing at dawn. You will fly with us on Emrys.”

Arianwyn felt as though her heart might never beat again. She had dreamed of returning home for so long, but now that the prospect was before her, she struggled to trust that it was real.

“Truly?” she asked, her desperation revealed by the trembling of her voice.

“Truly,” Rhaenyra replied. She reached forward to take her stepdaughter’s hand. “Lord Corlys is gravely ill, and his brother is seizing the opportunity to formally contest Lucerys’ claim to Driftmark. We shall go to the capital as a family, united, to refute him.”

Arianwyn looked up into the Princess’ violet eyes, struggling to believe that she could ever be any part of her family – the family she shared with Daemon. But Rhaenyra’s gaze held genuine hope, perhaps even affection. Before she knew it, Arianwyn was clutching her stepmother’s hand.

“I am sorry for the way I have treated you,” Rhaenyra said, rubbing her thumb over the back of Arianwyn’s hand. “I know that I cannot change the past, or make up for the time we have missed, but I need you to understand. Will you listen to what I have to say?”

With a smile, Arianwyn nodded.

Rhaenyra continued, “I have loved Daemon all my life, since before I can even remember. When you were first brought to the capital, I was a heartbroken girl, younger than you are now. Daemon had just wed Laena and flown across the Narrow Sea, and I was left in the Red Keep in a marriage that was weeks old and already a failure.”

Arianwyn recognized the look on Rhaenyra’s face. She had often seen it in the mirror—the helpless look of one stranded in a prison beyond their control. Just as Arianwyn had not chosen to live on Dragonstone, Rhaenyra had not chosen her husband.

“Seeing you, the beautiful silver-haired daughter of the man I loved, was torture for me,” Rhaenyra confessed with guilt in her eyes. “I knew it was not your fault, but every time I saw you, I was reminded of the life I could not have – the fairy tale I always dreamed of.” Her words echoed similar feelings in Arianwyn’s own heart.

“It was easier for me to avoid you entirely than endure those horrible feelings,” Rhaenyra said as she raised her hand to Arianwyn’s cheek. “I am so sorry that my behavior has cost you your family all these years.”

At that, Arianwyn’s brows furrowed. She had been alone, surely, but she had not been denied her family. Ser Gerold still wrote to her frequently, as did Aemond. Alicent and Helaena had as well, even Aegon had sent a few ravens over the years. Her family was far from her, yes. But she had never been denied their existence.

Rhaenyra grimaced, “I know your relationship with your father has been strained. And how he treated your mother was…” she trailed off, grimacing, “regrettable.”

She continued her plea, but Arianwyn did not hear it. She had seen the look on Rhaenyra’s face when she mentioned Rhea – the pity, the disgust, and even the hint of fear.

Now, all Arianwyn could hear was the rushing of blood in her ears and two words echoing through her mind like thundering bells:

She knows.

It did not matter how she knew. Whether she deduced it or was told by Daemon himself was insignificant. Rhaenyra knew what he had done to Rhea. And still, she loved him. She remained married to him. She carried his child. Still, she would make him King.

What kind of person loved such a monster?

Arianwyn tore herself away from her stepmother, royal protocol forgotten and damned. Her heart, which had only just begun to warm to the woman, froze over once more. No, she would neverbe a part of this family.

As she stormed out of the garden, deaf to the calls of Rhaenyra and her guards, Arianwyn made a solemn vow:

She would return to King’s Landing, to her home and her true family. And once there, she would gladly die before allowing herself to be taken again.

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sunnyie-eve · 2 years

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Celebrity Crush || Interviews Day 1

Paring: Joseph Quinn x Original female costar

Word Count: 2134

Summary: It’s the first day of many for season 4 interviews

Warnings: cute interactions

A/N: For this I’ll be using my OFC in Trouble in Hawkins for this OFC to play her.

Last: Premiere | Next: Theories & More

"Look who's last to show up." Maya says as I walk into the room. "There were some problems with the car." I take my seat between her and Natalia. "Presley is always last to show up." Joe says making me turn to look back at him, "I am not!" I slap his knee. "Sometimes..." Joseph adds making me turn the other way to look back at him. "You know what... I may be last but I'm still always on time. I've never been late." I turn back around to face the front. "That's a fair point." Natalia gives me a pass. Before the long interviews start, the five of us just sit on our phones bored.

Joseph: You just had to wear green pants too.

I look back at him and realized he was wearing green pants as well.

Presley: I look better.

I send him the text and he lets out a chuckle before we're told it's time to get ready. The first question was about Maya and Natalia working together since last season they had no scenes of them together really. "Joe, Steve's storyline in the first few episodes is about him trying to figure out his own love life. I'm curious what you think Steve needs?" The guys asks him so I look back some to look at him. "A swift kick in the butt." He says making us laugh. "He literally has the perfect girl in front of him and he messed it up and needs to fix it." He answers. He then asks Joseph what was it like jumping into the show and he tells him it was great because he felt comfortable with us. "What can you guys tell me about the big bad this season, Vecna?" The asks us. "Sexy." Maya says making me cover my mouth from laughing too loud. "He's not good." Joe adds. "Cruel with how he kills." I add and the others agree.

We have a few minutes before the next person so I get a drink of water. "I think I actually pull off the green pants better." Joseph walks up beside me. "What makes you think that though?" I tilt my head looking at him. "People can actually see my pants on camera not you. So that means I look better." He gives me a smile. "It doesn't work that way." We go back to our seats for the next interview. "Who always nails it in the first take?" The man asks us. "Priah, Gaten and Presley." They all say so I agree with them. "Who is the last one to always leave their trailer?" I point back again the Joe's. "Wig and something else." I say and they agree. "Oh right, yeah." Joe nods his head. Slowly I start to zone out but still listen to the man just nodding my head. "Yeah, we do laugh a lot." I agree with Maya. "Presley, usually starts the fun with Gaten." Joe adds.

The next lady asks on a scale 1-10 how scary the show was and how dark it got. "It was so fun seeing the friendship between Steve and Skylar, then last season the both of them with Robin. Now this season we get Robin and Nancy and Eddie and Skylar." She goes on about the girls being together and not about Sky and Eddie once so I speak up. "I'd like to add I like how the brothers give the viewers some knowledge of that Eddie and Sky already being sort of distant friends so their friendship being close this season wasn't too random." I speak up looking back at Joseph. "Yeah, that knowledge for us made us working together easier." Joseph nods his head.

"I actually really love the chemistry between Eddie and Skylar... If you guys were a viewer watching the show who would you pick Skylar to be with?" She asks us. "Wow, that's a tough one... if I was a viewer, I'd probably pick Steve. Only because we've seen their relationship change and grow throughout the last three seasons." Natalia looks at the three of us. "That's true. From the whole enemies to friends to lovers trope." Maya agrees. "Steve, because they've been through a lot. He just needs to man up and fix their relationship. As a viewer you can tell they love each other." Joe answers. "As a viewer Steve but being biased I say Eddie." Joseph laughs. "Great, it's my turn now..." I laugh thinking about it, "I would say I don't care." I answer truthfully. "Really?" The lady asks. "I say that because I see she has chemistry with both. Yeah, there's more history with Steve but one; he cheated on her. Two; he's taking his time trying to fix his mistake and their relationship. With Steve taking his time it lets there be more time where Sky and Eddie think about their feelings for each other. So I don't care because she's good with both."

"Presley, how was it for you playing a character who has boy problems?" The next lady laughs. "Weird because I never have that problem. I've never had so many guys like me one after another." I laugh. "Wait, are you saying guys don't find you attractive?" Joe asks shocked. "My whole like I grew up as the ugly friend and people reminded me daily." I nod my head. "Bet they take it back now." Joseph says making me laugh, "One did apologize." I tell him. She asks if we had all the power and control what would we manifest for our character. "Maya I feel like you would have a great answer for that." Joe puts the spot light on her. "I think I would like to umm, have a powerful love story with Nancy Wheeler but she chooses Jonathan instead of me. Also I die sacrificing myself to the monster just for trauma to being Steve and Skylar back together." She answers the questions. "That's exactly what I was gonna say." Joe jokes. "I'd say for everyone just to have a ending they deserve. Eddie goes through stuff and I feel sorry for the dude. Robin needs to find love, Nancy needs to realize she doesn't need a man, Steve and Skylar need to become best friends again." I answer.

It felt like the interviews got longer and long as time with on because I was getting so tired. "Whose performance blew you away this season?" We're asked. "My baby Sadie Sink and then I'd say this lovely man to behind me to my left." I turn towards Joseph patting his knee." I say happy with my answer. Who has the best taste in music was next. "Me. Because I'm offended when people don't like my music." I laugh. "I think I am sitting with three people who have very distinct very good taste in music." Natalia says then gives me a smile. "I'm joking it's four. Presley listens to like everything so you never know what you get when she shuffles music." She says and the others agree.

"Would you rather rent a movie, play D&D, or hit the roller rink?" We're asked. "Rent a movie. I suck at D&D and I can't roller-skate." I answer. "Your asking a room full of actors if whether or not we're watching a movie or do anything else. I think the answers probably watch movies." Maya answer. "What 80's movie would you rent?" The next question is asked. "Either The Labyrinth or Lost Boys." I smile then Joseph says any by John. "Who makes you laugh the most on set?" He asks us. "We have a lot of laughs in set. That's the best part about this show. That's pretty much all we do." Joe says. "It's very true but picking a person I pick Gaten." I laugh.

Finally when we were done we clap our hands because sitting in these chairs were hell. "I'm starving." I get up stretching my arms. "Do you wanna go out for lunch?" Joseph walks up beside me. "Do I wanna go out for lunch? Like with you?" I ask turning to face him. "Or you can go have it alone. Whatever you prefer." He says with a smile making me laugh. "Do you have anything in mind?" I ask as I get my things together. "Not really. Do you?" He asks as I put my bag over my shoulder. "Anyplace with breadsticks. I really want some breadsticks." I let him know. "I think we can find place with breadsticks for you.” He chuckles. “Yes.” I clap my hands excited.

We find a place to eat at before we leave then go in our separate cars. “Table for two, please.” I tell the hostess and they take us to a table. “You were determined to talk about Skylar and Eddie earlier during that one interviewer.” Joseph speaks as we look through the menu. “Because I didn’t want you left out. She brought it up but only talked to Maya and Natalia. Why bring up our characters if you’re not going to talk to us about them.” I tell him and he just nods his head with a slight smile. As soon as the breadsticks hit the table a huge grin spreads across my face. “Come to mama.” I reach for one as see Joseph laughing at me. “What?” I ask with a slight frown confused.

“Come to mama and your smile… it’s cute since it’s for breadsticks.” He takes one himself. “Because I love them. Especially the ones with mozzarella cheese in them. Mmm, I love them.” I think about them. “Are you looking forward to sitting in a chair for hours tomorrow again?” He asks as we wait for our food. “I just hope they don’t ask the same questions over and over. It’s so tiring. Then it sucks when people catch on and realize you’re annoyed of the same question because your answer gets flatter and flatter.” I explain with a sigh. “Then they get mad at you for seeming rude when you’re just tried if repeating yourself.” He says making nod my head agreeing.

As we eat we and the restaurant got slightly more crowed a few people started to recognize us but we ignored them. “Oh, back to the topic on interviews tomorrow… what do you plan on wearing so we don’t match. I have to make sure I look better than you.” I joke with him. “Maybe tan colors. I don’t know yet.” He makes a face laughing. “So boring got.” I laugh at him. “What all are you doing tomorrow?” He asks. “I have a friendship test with Sadie, theories and the rest of the interviews with y’all. Then the following day I have a wired autocomplete by myself along with my first. Sadie is doing those tomorrow, I believe. Along with Noah and Gaten for the wired autocomplete.” I give him the run down.

“You’re a very busy person.” He says as we finish up. “I’m not normally. Since the second season that’s when my schedule slowly got longer. Us older ones are never as busy as the kids since the show is mainly about them. Makes me happy I’m not their age.” I laugh then pay for both of our meals. “I could have paid for mine. You didn’t have to do that. Plus I asked if you want to come have lunch.” Joseph gives me a look. “But it was my idea to come eat so that’s why I paid. And I’m just being a good person.” We stand up from our table. “Next time we eat… I’m paying, got that.” He points his finger at me so I laugh at him. “Fine, you can pay next time we have lunch together.” I say as we go outside to our rides. “See you tomorrow at work.” He waves goodbye to me.

As I get into the vehicle I get a text from a friend saying a fan posted a picture of Joseph and I eating and now people think we were on a date. “God. Can two people of the opposite sex not have lunch together without people thinking their on a date?” I ask out loud. “Everyday people can but when you’re a celebrity no. The public will automatically assume things.” My driver speaks up making me look up at him. “I didn’t ask for you input James.” I say with a chuckle. “You spoke out loud Miss Presley. In a form of a question, might I add.” He now chuckles looking at me from the mirror. “Fine, you win.” I put my hands up. “That’s what now? Six to five?” I roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re ahead by one point.”

#stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joe keery #gaten matazarro #natalia dyer #millie bobby brown #noah schnapp #maya hawke #david harbour #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson x henderson #eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson #steve harrington x henderson #steve harrington

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thesilversun · 7 months

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20 questions writer meme.

Thank you @bbcphile for the tag :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

112 (A few are art rather than fic - but over 100 of them are fics)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

953,545 (17 years and getting close to the 1 million words mark)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Mysterious Lotus Casebook and MDZS. Previously Torchwood, Doctor Who, Primeval, Being Human, Rivers of London, Shetland, (these are ones with 2+ there are others with just 1 fic)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Futures Written on Shifting Sand My only fic to pass 4 digit kudos at 2134 kudos. Unfinished wip, that I might still go back to. My first MDZS fic, Canon divergent AU where Lan Wangji is brought back to Lotus Pier after the Xuanwu cave incident and is there for the Wen attack.

Time Enough and Life 486 kudos. A Torchwood bigbang fic for one of the big bangs that I ran back on Livejournal.

Writing up the report on the Night Travellers, Jack finds one line in the Electro guide book that confuses him – it closed in 1977. It leaves him with one question, how did Ianto watch films there if it closed six years before he was born?

As Spring Will Surely Come

MDZS. Written for the Bottomji big bang early this year, 464 kudos.

Now in their forth year of marriage Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are settled into their life together in the Cloud Recesses, looking forward to a quiet, cozy winter together in the Jingshi. A night hunt at a haunted water mill, old injuries and family illness make it a very difficult winter instead.

Going On 351 kudos. One my earliest fics, written and posted while the first series of Torchwood was still airing.

Conversations, realisations and angst set after Countrycide.

Secrets and Hope 339 Kudos. Fix it fic written in the wake of Torchwood series 3.

As Torchwood slowly rebuilds following the 456 the government is still keeping secrets from them and it's up to Ianto to reveal the truth.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to/mean to then it goes past a few days and I wonder if people really want a reply from me. Then it feels like it’s too long, that I’ve missed the timeframe for it to be reasonable.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably In Darkness one of the many Torchwood fics that I wrote.

The ending lines being:

Because if living forever is a terrifying thought, then living forever and losing himself in the process is beyond terrifying. It's something that Jack isn't sure there's a word to describe the sheer horror of it.

Huddling against Ianto, Jack supposes that at least he's got all the time in the universe to come up with one.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Maybe New Horizons Canon Divergent SongXiao in the CQL setting (I tend to write novel setting)

The decision to help a small village threatened by a vicious yaoguai brings with it danger and upsetting news that Xiao Xingchen never expected to receive. With the news comes a choice, one that will change the course of both Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan’s lives in ways that neither of them expect.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, the occasional annoying/odd comment - like asking me to use US spelling grammar or to re-write in past tense as they didn’t like present tense, or leaving a ‘sadly unfinished’ bookmark in a completed big bang fic

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, not so much in recent fandoms - but I have ideas, but Torchwood and Primeval it was a bigger part of it. Most of it had a strong kink element. Generally with the focus being on trust

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Occasionally. The most ridiculous has to be Hex, Mainframe and the Temporal Trouser Error.

Discworld, Torchwood and Primeval. A conversation across time and space between Hex and Mainframe, two sentient computers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware of, that is to say if anyone had they’ve not told me.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, as part of a fic writing challenge event, Out of Dark Places, written with Harkpad.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Honestly I have many ships in every fandom I’ve been in. Although Jack/Ianto will always hold as special place, because it was that ship that really brought me into fandom circles.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably the ridiculously ambitious alternative 4 season of Torchwood, which used my fic Secrets and Hope as a bridge between series 3 and hypothetical series 4.

13 fic ‘episodes’ which were a mix of creature of the week and had an overarching plot behind it all, using the Rift and Bilis Manger. It was all plotted out, and some ‘episodes’ partially written - but the whole thing would have been something like 300k-400k

16. What are your writing strengths?

Honestly, I don’t know. People have said that I’m good at getting inside characters’ heads.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Too many thoughts and description and not enough action, probably.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can’t write well enough in another language to attempt it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Highlander: The TV series. That was never posted online/shared. The first to be posted/shared was Torchwood.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

That’s a difficult one, there are so many over the years - it’s been 17 years I posted by first fic online

Maybe Northern Lights

An unlikely case fic crossover between Shetland and Rivers of London, written with fondness for the times I spent working on an archaeological dig in Shetland 23 years ago.

The theft of three Pictish stone carvings from a museum in London lead Peter and Nightingale to Shetland. The reason for the theft is clear: The stones are ancient storage devices for magical energy. Who took them and why is a lot less so. That Shetland has its own mythology and magics which are far closer to that of Scandinavia than London doesn't help matters.

Between the lack of information, the cold and wet January weather and Nightingale's cold, Peter can't help but wish they were back in London.

I always feel like imposing on people somehow by tagging them in things, so don’t feel like you have to do this, I do tag you @heyholmesletsgo @hils79 @galadriel1010 and anyone else who wants to do it

#writing #fan fic #torchwood #mdzs #meme #meme things

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faelune-home · 9 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023 #10 - Workload (self-chosen)

(A/n: my first original self-chosen prompt for this year's writing, because I certainly want to set up Yuri's inclusion in my writing and Fhara's story, cos I've changed how Yuri's lore goes now, but I didn't want to keep waiting for the right prompt to start me off. So a catch up day felt like the best chance for it with selecting my own prompt word.

Yuri's father reaching out to get her help, not only a support network in the Students, but also just a chance to get her access to a good education - as strong as his own independant teachings and Yuri's self study have been - and a way to travel the world. Maybe she'll stay in Sharlayan with desk work, maybe she'll gain the WoL as a mentor and join the Scions on their travels? Who knows yet aha.

Set post-Endwalker!

Word count: 2134)

Work was piling up on the desks of the Students, and no amount of late night work between the two of them had lessened the piles. And unfortunately for them, they had more coming in every day.

“I’m beginning to fear we won’t see the end of it all in our own lifetime,” G’raha mumbled, head settled into the table.

“As extreme as it sounds, I find myself agreeing with the sentiment,” Krile sighed, placing a sheaf of papers onto the desk marked for finished work - it was considerably more barren compared to the rest of the tables in the room.

“We’ll have more coming in shortly, delivered by someone who's apparently working with Professor Lalabi on some matter. Thankfully, she also said he’d be happy to help us get through some of this so long as he’s here,” she added, the relief already evident in her voice.

“Someone?” His ears perked up, sitting straight in his chair once more to face her.

“I’m afraid I don’t know much about him, but supposedly he’s an independent scholar from Hingashi. Lalabi heard he was quite knowledgeable in several fields, particularly her own, and invited him to assist her,” Krile explained. G’raha’s ears flicked again as he pondered over her words. Then they swiveled to the door and he got to his feet, the first warning before a knock properly announced a new arrival. Ojika opened the door at Krile’s call, joined by an auri man behind him.

“Lalabi’s assistant has arrived,” he announced, stepping aside to allow the raen to enter the room. With thanks from Krile, Ojika bowed and left them to return to his desk.

“Greetings, ser, tis lovely to meet you. And a great relief that you’ll be helping us today as well. As you can no doubt see, our previous duties with helping Eorzea’s Scions have let the work pile up to some…difficult levels,” Krile said, somewhat sheepish as she gestured around the room. Their new guest followed her gaze, nodding at the scene.

“Indeed, the professor did say you needed some extra hands with your work. She almost regretted asking you to take on more,” he said, taking a pile of envelopes tucked under his arm and handing it to Krile. She had to bite back another sigh at more work, instead giving him a generous smile.

“Oh, she shouldn’t fuss about it. The work has to be done, it’s just unfortunate we don’t have the numbers to handle it all in a more timely manner. Once again, we’re grateful you could be here to cut through some of it.”

“I shall do my utmost to ease the burden then. Daichi Sakuraba, before I forget,” he said, bowing in response. Both Students mirrored his action.

“A pleasure. Lalabi no doubt told you, but I am Krile, and this is G’raha. May today be a productive one for us all.”

The trio set to work, Krile setting the older scholar with some more organisational duties at one desk, while she saw to paperwork that required more writing or signatures, and G’raha busied himself with reading material needed for future scouting expeditions. All the while, they shared idle chatter, mostly geared toward Daichi and his own experience–

“I hear you’re an independent scholar? What manner of fields do you focus on?” G’raha had asked.

“Oh, truthfully its a little bit of everything. There’s much and more to learn and see on our star, I always tell myself to focus on one thing, and yet five more come and catch my eye,” he’d chuckled sheepishly, “I’m a bit more of a jack-of-all, master-of-none, to be honest.”

“Really? And yet Lalabi thought you learned enough to help her with her own field,” Krile gaped.

“Well, I suppose I could offer a unique perspective on her work that she didn’t have before. And I have been undertaking further research not only to broaden my own understanding but to help give her more information so I’m not a burden to her.”

–and his family.

“Oh a wife and daughter, back home? Do they not miss you when you’re out travelling?”

“They do, though I try to return as often as I can,” Daichi answered Krile’s query, “Especially since I try to teach my daughter much of what I learned myself whenever I’m home with her. She’s a brilliant young mind, very quick on the uptake, and I don’t just say that to be a proud father.”

Daichi beamed, his chest puffing out with pride despite his words, “She can speak your common, and she grasped arcanima within a year, even when I had to leave her to provide my services to a nobleman in Kugane. She can’t manage an axe though, so she’s not much for taking after her mother so far.”

“Well from what you’ve said, your wife is already one of your village’s finest guards. I’m sure she can take care of herself and handle the role for a few more years to come. But certainly having someone ready to train and assist her soon would be a boon to her,” G’raha nodded.

“But indeed, your daughter sounds like quite the prodigy. Reminds me of a certain pair,” Krile chuckled.”

So lost in the conversation were they that the late night bell chime came as a surprise. Even more so when Krile looked around and found the many piles upon the tables had halved in bulk, looking more her own height than fearsome towers double her size.

“My word, time certainly does fly with good conversation,” she said, an ache suddenly spreading through her shoulders now that she was more aware of the work she’d been putting in.

“The extra assistance can’t be understated. I’m not sure how many thanks we could give you to truly express how much this means to us,” G’raha stated to Daichi, standing from his own desk and striding over to offer a hand to shake. Daichi’s grip was firm when he took it.

“As I said, I wished to do my best, and I’m more than happy that you’re both relieved at the result.”

“Dare I say I’d be more worried about what we’ll do once you’re not here,” G’raha said, turning to look at Krile. They both shared a look of resignation at what will no doubt be a build up of more work.

Daichi’s face turned thoughtful.

“Actually, I do have something I would like to ask of you. Something I feel may even help you in turn, if you accept.” Both Students tilted their heads, curious.

“Well, if its in our power to accept, though we may have limits given our status as a group right now,” Krile said carefully. Daichi nodded, understanding.

“I should hope that you can accept. Your group studies mysterious entities about our star, yes? Such as the echo?” Both were taken aback by his question.

“I…I suppose it's not a secret, but the echo is so rarely found that it’s not often people seem to know of it,” she said. G’raha was watching him carefully now.

“I didn’t myself until I arrived here and had access to your city’s reading materials. Even then, there’s only so much an outsider has access to, but that much was available. And I promise you, I don’t ask for insidious reasons. I ask for my daughter.” Eyes widened, and ears perked.

“She has it?” Krile asked.

“We didn’t have a name for it, but from what I’ve read, she may do. Her name is Yuri, and since she was young, she’s had struggles - headaches and visions, she says, around certain people. Merchants passing through claiming to have harmless goods, and she would say they instead wished us harm with poisons; she says she saw shadowy figures many years ago, though none have haunted her since. My wife and I kept it secret from others in the village lest they think she was haunted by a trickster spirit, but we’d still try to find ways to ensure the people’s safety if her visions said we were going to be met with troubles.” Krile silently pondered over his words.

“It certainly sounds like the echo after a fashion. Those shadowy figures she’s seen could be– maybe if they thought there was something worth manipulating in those villages,” she mumbled, holding back direct mention of the Ascians in front of him.

“While there’s less likely to be echo bearers awakening from here on given what’s happened there could still very easily be those that have it that awoke to it before,” G’raha mentioned, “If so, we should try to offer support if we can.”

“Indeed,” she agreed, turning to Daichi, looking hopeful after their mutterings.

“My original statement stands, I’ll certainly have to check with the right people if I could have her join our organisation, especially if any matters such as her travelling to stay here may be in order. It would certainly be the easiest route if we were to support her and offer her our help here rather than communicate with her in Hingashi,” Krile said, to which Daichi nodded briskly in understanding.

“But having said that, I do have some connections that could grant her an easy entry to the city and a quick enlistment. Of course, we would need her here to discuss things directly. Could she travel here on short notice?”

“Of course! She will be visiting here within a week’s time!” Daichi stated, suddenly on his feet, joy upon his face.

“Not that I was presumptuous about your answer, it was already arranged since it has been some time since we last met. I would’ve hoped as well that she could partake of the city's offerings for her own studies as well. But with this, I could send word for her to prepare for a longer stay perhaps?”

“That would do nicely,” Krile smiled, “And alongside her enrolment with the Students, if you and she wished, we could arrange for her to receive additional studies with a professor if she wanted. Given she seems to have taken after her father as the studious type.”

“Yes, that would be wonderful! If it can be arranged of course, I wouldn’t want to take too much from you when you’re already answering my request as it is. Even this much is all I needed.”

“Then it seems we have both fulfilled each other’s wishes,” G’raha noted.

“That we have my good ser. Then maybe no more thanks are needed between us,” Daichi smiled. He made for the door, offering another deep bow as he stepped out.

“My apologies for leaving so swiftly, but I would like to send a missive now that it may reach her as soon as possible. And I hope that next time we meet, she will be on your docks.” He marched off with speed, his footsteps quick down the hall even as the door closed on his departure.

“Well this exchange turned out quite differently than I expected,” Krile huffed, taking a seat again. Not that she could complain given the possibility offered up - another echo user from halfway across the world. The poor girl most likely struggling on her own with no idea why it was happening to her. Even outside of the chance to offer support to her, Krile’s own personal little feeling of kinship was sparked as well, even before having met Yuri.

“Certainly, though thankfully it seems to be in our favour for once,” G’raha said. Then he folded his arms, tail flicking in thought.

“Should we inform Fhara? I know you would appreciate another echo user, and definitely wish to help her, but would a more direct mentor also suit her? Maybe Fhara would also like to have a fellow to relate to? Maybe even travel with her, if Yuri wished to see the world and not just remain cooped up in an office?” he asked.

“Hmm…I do believe we should tell her, but not immediately. The first and most important step would be getting to know the girl herself and letting her settle in. Then find out what it is she wishes to do. Maybe she would be quite happy to stay here, or maybe she would prefer field work. Only after she’s comfortable should we tell Fhara and the other Scions.” G’raha nodded in agreement, before Ojika once again came to the door, reminding them to take a break for some food.

They left for the day, setting out for food and expecting to return straight to their rooms to sleep afterward, for once after many weeks of work. After all, they had less to worry about than they had for so long, they didn’t need another late night. And hopefully soon, they wouldn’t need any more late nights at all.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #krile mayer baldesion #g'raha tia #fufu's writing #yuri sakuraba #raen au ra #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #endwalker

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strixcattus · 7 months

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NaNo Update Day 14

I'm free; I can do anything I want now (as long as I keep following my plan for this fic)

Total words: 27576 Daily word count: 2134

First line: Rui seemed not to understand, still picking his way through the strings towards Kaigaku. (Expanded upon the last line from yesterday) Last line: Kaigaku realizes just in time that is his answer.

Chapter titles: You’re Not Giving Me Any Time to Come to Terms With This? Rude

#nanowrimo #fanfiction #colliding trains of plot

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ghostregulusfest · 1 year

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Ghost!Regulus Fest Fic: An Instructional Guide to a Pleasant Haunting Experience by Regulus Arcturus Black

An Instructional Guide to a Pleasant Haunting Experience by Regulus Arcturus Black by iftreescouldspeak

Rating: G

Word count: 2134

Warnings/Tags: N/A

Prompt #: 20

Summary:

Imagine a pocket-sized handbook that is handed to you as a fresh little ghostie, and this is it!

#ghost regulus fest #ghost!regulus #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #regulus deserved better #regulus fanfiction #regulus fest #regulus fic #the noble and most ancient house of black

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tonystarkbingo · 1 year

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TSB Round 6 Roundup - Weeks 21 & 22!

SO MUCH GOOD STUFF! And while you’re perusing, make sure to check out our TSB Advent Event posts too! One or two every day until the new year!

Collaborator : deehellcat Card Number: 6028 Square Filled: A4 - cuddles Title: one of many clockwork gears Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony and Natasha, with hints of pre-Stony Word Count: 1669 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: mission fic, opening up, reference to a fictional film Summary: On a mission to rescue one of their own, Iron Man and Black Widow learn a little more about each other, via their mutual admiration for a classic film.

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Collaborator : PoliZ Card Number: 6019 Square Filled: S2 - Canon Divergent: Nobody Dies Title: Clearing the Air Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Bucky Word Count: 790 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Tony Stark Lives, Reconciliation, Wakanda (Marvel) Summary: An invitation to return to Wakanda becomes a chance for Bucky to try to make amends with someone he has wronged.

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Collaborator : PoliZ Card Number: 6019 Square Filled: A3 - FREE Title: Not Exactly Love Poetry Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Bucky/Steve Word Count: 100 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Poetry, Limericks, Explicit Language, Implied Sexual Content, No Smut,Drabble Summary: When Tony told Steve and Bucky he’d written them some love poems, the last thing either of them expected was a trio of dirty limericks.

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Collaborator : PoliZ Card Number: 6019 Square Filled: Adopted - AU: Western Title: Come Down From Your Fences (And Open the Gate) - Chapter 2 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 962 (Chapter 2) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Vaguely Inspired by 1872 (Marvel), Alternate Universe - Western, Sheriff Steve Rogers, Snowed In, Innuendo, Mutual Pining Summary: Anthony wakes up and Steven explains his presence; they have dinner and play a game of checkers.

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Collaborator : deehellcat Card Number: 6028 Square Filled: A2 - Howard Stark (adopted) Title: Carve Out This Soul Made of Stone, chapter 1 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony and Howard, background Howard/Maria Word Count: 2134 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: descriptions of child sex abuse, revenge, Howard Stark's Actual Good Parenting, Protective Howard Stark Summary: Little Tony Stark doesn’t like to be handed things. His father is determined to find out why.

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: T1 - hugs Title: Post-Snap Anniversary Link: AO3 Pairings: Pepperony, Tony & Rhodey Word Count: 3224 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: PTSD, hurt/comfort Summary: On the anniversary of one of the worst days of Tony's life (and he's had a lot of worst days to compare it to), Pepper recognizes the signs and calls in reinforcements. Rhodey isn't about to let Tony spiral into his own self-destruction like he has so many times before.

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Collaborator : SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 6002 Square Filled: S3 - Tony Playing Piano Title: we're all in the mood for a melody Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky/Steve Word Count: 1181 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: AU: no powers; AU: soulmates; AU: coffeeshops and cafes Summary: Bucky Barnes attends the Stark Industries Thanksgiving party. Tony plays piano.

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: S3 - Tony x happiness Title: They don't make views better than this. Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: drabble, moodboard, fluff, Iron Family Summary: Tony snaps a pic of his future.

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Collaborator : scottxlogan Card Number: 6038 Square Filled: A5 - Action/Adventure Title: Not Tonight Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Word Count: 6344 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Date Night, Established Relationship, Robbery, Bar, involuntary mission, Adult Content, Flirting, Innuendo, Suggestive Themes Summary: Tony's plans for a quiet reunion night with Bucky in Indiana are thwarted first by a change of venue leaving Tony to face an unexpected string of events while waiting for Bucky to return. Will Tony find himself caught up in a bad situation or will he manage to find a way to play it cool and bring their night back on track with one another?

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Collaborator : Becca Card Number: 6023 Square Filled: A4 - Occupational Hazard Title: Standard Procedure Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve/Tony Word Count: 336 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Panic Attacks, AU, EMT Steve, MIT student Tony, Demisexual Tony Summary: EMT Steve helps MIT Student Tony through a panic attack.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: S2 - Tony x Steve Title: Husband Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 100 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Anniversary, Fluff, old man Tony, Drabble Summary: It's Steve & Tony's anniversary

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: T2 - Partnerlook Title: Move It On the Dancefloor Link: AO3 Pairings: Clint Barton/Tony Stark Word Count: 610 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Established Relationship, Dancing, Partnerlook, Semi-Public Foreplay, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Fade to Black Summary: Clint’s broad shoulders and muscled arms were on full display, and people kept reaching out to touch. Clint avoided them all neatly, though, laughing and smiling to distract them from the fact that he was very obviously not interested. Only one person had his attention tonight, and Tony was currently enjoying the view from his spot at the bar.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: A2 - Hedonism Title: Snuggles Link: AO3 Pairings: Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Word Count: 348 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Cuddles, sleepy bruce, Tony's Big Bed, Tony Is a Good Bro, mild flirting Summary: Hedonism: the pursuit of pleasure, sensual self-indulgence. Hedonistic lifestyle is oriented towards pleasure and enjoyment, closely related to happiness which is also oriented to meet the needs of individuals to obtain satisfaction.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: R2 - Arena Title: Baseball Stadiums Are Not Battle Arenas Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark & Avengers Team Word Count: 651 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Doombots, LA Dodgers, Stadium Destruction, Steve Rogers is a Troll Summary: The Avengers are called out to fight Doombots in the LA Dodger's Stadium. Whoever thought Steve Rogers was a good ol’ boy was out of their freaking minds.

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Collaborator : celtic7irish Card Number: 6037 Square Filled: K2 - Dating App Title: Propositioning the Boss Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes Word Count: 1238 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Established Relationship, Pre-Stuckony, dating app, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Meet-Cute, Office Romance, Fluff, Flirting, no sadness allowed Summary: Steve and Bucky are happy with each other. That doesn't mean they don't maybe want to find a third. Fortunately, the new entry on their favorite dating app might be just what they're looking for.

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Collaborator : Girl Back There Card Number: 6021 Square Filled: S3 - Misunderstandings Title: Gift Waiting by the Tree Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 795 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Sugar Daddy Tony, Sugar Baby Steve, Dick Pics, Digital Image, Christmas Eve Summary: Tony is stuck at work on Christmas Eve, but a text from Steve has him rushing home to open his present.

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Collaborator : rebelmeg Card Number: 6001 Square Filled: A5 - hedonism Title: Bubblebath for Two Link: AO3 Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 422 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: suggestive themes, fluff, married life Summary: Tony's had a long day, and comes home to something wonderful.

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Collaborator : scottxlogan Card Number: 6038 Square Filled: A4 - Love or Lust Title: The Anniversary Surprise Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky/Steve/Tony Word Count: 11384 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Threesome - M/M/M, Anniversary, Reunions, Feelings Realization, Established Relationship, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Guilty Pleasures, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Not Cheating, Happy Ending, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Sexual Content, Mild Kink, Miscommunication, Adult Language, Swearing, Rough Kissing, Adult Content, Needy Bucky Barnes, Aftercare Summary: Steve had worked really hard to plan the perfect anniversary for Bucky, but when Tony shows up instead and things take an unexpectedly awkward turn Steve finds himself gravitating towards his former lover unable to forget the passion they shared. Will temptation prove to be the end of the happiness and contentment that Steve's found in his life or will Tony and Bucky convince Steve that they still have a few unexpected surprises in store for him?

#tonystarkbingo #tony stark bingo round 6 #tsb6 #tsb weekly roundup #tsb weeks 21 and 22

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rhythmicreverie · 3 months

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In the year 2134, on Neo-Mars, love blossomed amidst mystery and suspense. Their hearts entwined like cosmic threads, yet a sinister crime loomed over them. A murderer hid in plain sight, and only true love could reveal the truth. Time ticked like a clockwork heartbeat, as secrets unraveled and trust was tested. But fate, like gravity, pulled them together, for they were destined to dance through the cosmos of crime and passion. This is the summary of your work so far: A short science fiction poem that incorporates romance, mystery, and suspense within a limited word count. The poem explores themes of love, trust, and fate while remaining concise and engaging.

#reading #literature #digital #technology #novels

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rkchungha · 6 years

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✧ ☆⋆MGA SEASON 4 - #4040⋆☆ ✧

(ROUND 3)

✧ trouble maker - trouble maker

✧ outfit

✧ hair & makeup

✧ featuring: TEAM C(hungha) @rkars @longguork @rkjeon @danielxrk

chungha didn’t know how to feel after hearing her team members. to be honest she was feeling kind of neutral about her members thus far. then again, she wasn’t quite sure where everyone stood in relation to one another. she just knew that of the bunch, daniel was amongst the lowest in ranks as he was almost sent home last episode. if anything, he was the one to focus on.

jeon jeongguk. he was the boy that sat to her left every episode from now on. his performances had impressed her. he was a dancer and he knew how to connect his dance to the music. he was one of those that made viewers feel. if they were being ranks on their strongest skill alone, chungha figures jeongguk is one of the stronger ones. when he danced, she was kind of left in awe. if jeongguk wasn’t anything but one of the top spot she’d be surprised.

when they first introduce themselves to one another in the nova building, she shares how she felt about his performances. “i think you put a lot of emotion into your dancing. it captures attention.” which would be a plus for their group considering all of them were singers, for the most part. “i’m glad we ended up on the team together.”

they needed a little diversity on their team. dancing was fine and all but they needed to be strong in every skill. youngjae and yongguk, from her memory, sang. she remember yongguk’s because he played a ukele and she remembered thinking how adorable it was. but she wasn’t so sure if either of them danced. when they finally got around to asking each other what to do, she’ll learn but a part of her was worried that the answer would be no.

daniel was the one she hasn’t paid attention to. not because he wasn’t talented or anything but because he seemed to have a trend with his performances: he sang and played guitar. that worried her immensely. daniel seemed to stick to his guitar like it was his protector. something told her that he didn’t have much else to bring to the table if someone snatched his instruments away.

sadly, she was right.

before they got started, chungha made sure to pull daniel aside. her intentions were to make sure he was okay and to make sure his head was in the game. it could be a blow to the ego to be on the bottom of the invisible ranks that they were unaware of yet. at least there wasn’t an actual numerical ranking system. if he was on the bottom by a lot, the blow might’ve been greater -- and if he barely made it through the skin of his teeth, it may have been even more discouraging. there was a certain funk that would hang over someone after someone like that. daniel wasn’t the strongest competitor in the mgas. the last thing she needed was an emotional handicap holding him back as well.

after the quick catch-up with daniel, it was time to know her other members a bit better. it included proper introductions and what people were good at. for the most part, she had at least a vague idea with what everyone’s strongest skill was (after the episodes have aired, of course) but secondary and tertiary skills (if any) were unknown for now. they needed to lay it out on the table to at least begin to brain storm where they stood in terms of possible songs they could do.

there was clear panic on her face hearing that no one else seemed to be decent enough in dancing. her face blanched at the prospect of having to deliver a mediocre performance because her group’s skill sets didn’t match. instead of immediately panicking, they settled down to figure this out. she was the first to say that they should do a routine that isn’t difficult with choreography but just as eye catching. “everything will be okay as long as we can capture the attention of not only the viewers and the audience but the panel as well. it doesn’t have to be a crazy and impressive number. as long as we show that we have competence and can manage that along with stage presence, i think we’ll do okay.”

o.k by b1a4

she’s never heard the song before but she figures she shouldn’t count it out. “can i see the video?” she asks, mildly interested in the option. she’s not sure where they’re going to go with this but as the video plays, her disgust is clear on her face. “i don’t like this song,” she says honestly. “i think it’s cute and very catchy but i don’t think this is mga performance material at all. i feel as though we could pick another, much stronger song and still accommodate to people who can’t dance as well.” of course she wasn’t going to veto it altogether. she even added, “but if you guys like it and feel comfortable with doing it, i’m down for it.”

thankfully no one else was really too attached to the song. she may have cried if they went along with it. her relief is clear (they dodged a bullet) but they couldn’t spend so much time just flipping through songs. someone suggests troublemaker. “we’d have to tweak the choreography.” youngjae and jeongguk both suggested ideas where jeongguk starts off the song and the other start as backup and then they rotate who dances centre with chungha. it sounded like a solid idea.

before diving into the performance, they needed a leader. in the midst of verbally rationalising who would make sense as leader (asking ages, what experience everyone had, etc.), chungha was quick to voice her opinion. “before we choose, i do not want to be the leader just because i’m the eldest.” surely she’d have the natural inclination to guide the others simply because she was older but she would prefer there being a legitimate reason as to why she was chosen (if she was chosen). and as yongguk so clearly shared with his nomination of chungha, she was the eldest and deserved the respect. she’d rather it be because they were impressed by her performances thus far or because she was the only one of the pack to have actually done this before.

a part of her was unsure with being leader. it’s not as if she didn’t know what to do. she knew exactly what she’d have to do as leader but it also meant she’d assume most of the responsibility if anyone falters. it becomes less of “oh so-and-so you messed up here” and more of “ah, kim chungha, why did you let your term fall into shambles?” it was selfish but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to assume that kind of responsibility in this kind of competition. it could potentially reflect negatively. she’s sure those opinionated netizens would have a ball if she failed.

to her surprise, she ends up elected leader despite her minor opposition. jeongguk looked awfully disappointed at the fact. daniel had raised a point that he felt weird listening to jeongguk as leader when they were the same age. chungha understood, considering jeongguk was a little younger than she was and it would be weird to listen to someone younger than you. chungha steals away to go to jeongguk’s side. “hey,” she nudges him softly. “i thought you had leader potential. that’s why i voted for you.” she wonders who the other vote was if the other three voted for her. “don’t take it as a personal loss. and besides,” she smiles at him, “i could use some help getting this group ready.”

getting ready takes a majority of the week. come the time for recording and performing, she’s only mildly nervous. it’s not even for the sake of her own singing and dancing -- that she’s long since grown used to after the years of training. it’s all worry with how her team would look as a unit. while she performs, she couldn’t let any expression pass on her face (not even a grimace) that would clue that someone fucked up or someone sounded off key.

chungha had also resented the initial performance of trouble maker and made a few tweaks of her own. mostly more dances on her end so while she’s off to the side, she does something similar to what the boys do: she sensually dances. save for the dance break the boys have without her; that she’s completely off stage for. she also tweaked the background dance for the rest of the boys at the end because it required partners. so she created her own simple steps for them to follow in the back while she and youngjae closed out the song.

the space they’re in until they wait for performances is nice. they sit together as a unit and chungha offers small commentary while they watch to the groups that impress her. out of the two teams proceeded them, chungha is more worried about team b. the boys was an excellent song to do. she would have kicked herself about the missed opportunity if it weren’t for the fact that her team weren’t dancers anyways and probably would have done much worse with that choreography. it was bad enough that the others struggled with troublemaker which was more of a charisma performance than an actual dance anyways.

something she kept in mind (and told the other boys) was to play it up. amp up the charisma and the sexiness. cop an extra feel, accentuate movements with a wink or a kiss. the song was all about charisma which was why there was a lack of harder dancing. chungha even took her own advice during her performance and played up her role as hot arm candy, swaying her hips or moving in a way that drew attention.

she made sure her voice was clear. stronger, in the very least, than the actual artist during her own stage performance in the song. it may have been the classics round but she sure as hell made sure not to sound like she was a classic. she projected her voice so she was clearly heard in the harmony of the chorus every time. it was a very male dominant song. it was sad how this was a duo but the man took up most of the attention the entire song. so with her parts where she was the focus of attention, she makes damn sure she does them well.

her voice isn’t as soft as the original troublemaker female. so her words are far less breathy when she raps and sings. she’s always had a strong vocal presence. it makes it that much easier for her to dance and sing without sounding pitchy. for herself, the song was in a range that was doable. it was almost easy because she sang in the same few notes the entire length of the song (save for the end).

towards the end of the song, just before the dance break, she mirrors the moves jeongguk does as she sings. it was much better than just standing there and singing when she was capable of dancing and holding her pitch. walking off to the side she was able to view the product of her teaching the team and how well they handled the break before she needed to come back in. she will say they were a charismatic group. it worked in their favour. and youngjae bodied those adlibs. she was actually proud.

while youngjae took the foreground to dance at the end of the sound, she danced as well in the back. it was her own freestyle. nothing crazy, just something similar to youngjae until he came up to her in the end. he grabbed her face. chungha picked up her left hand (the one opposite and hidden from the stage and cameras) to hold his face and place two fingers between their lips. they ended the song “kissing”, just like the performers did back then. breaking away she smiled, quickly hugging youngjae before bouncing off stage to the rest of the group.

“after this we should get dinner. to celebrate for a great performance no matter how we rank,” she tells them on the way back to the viewing room. “i’m really proud of all of you -- and daniel! you did so great!” just managing to pull it together was a huge relief. what they started with versus what they ended with was a feat; an accomplishment that deserved to be celebrated even if one of them ended up going home.

and, as a good leader should, she even promised to pay for them all.

#solo.#rkmga4 #rkmga4classics #rkars #rkjeon #longguork #danielxrk #word count: 2134 #(( i'm sorry bianca ))#(( i gave u a bunch of moments tho ur welcome ))

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slimearchon · 2 years

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Steven Grant x GN Reader Sugary Cookies and Midnight Walks

🍮- is my signature for my fics @slimearchon

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN Reader

Word Count: 2134

Warning: None. Fluffy af

Summary: You are out of eggs while making cookies and since it is late outside Steven walks with you to the store.

(Gif not mine credit to owner)

🍮-Steven was laying on his bed listening to the podcast that was supposed to stimulate his brain enough to stay awake. The soft clicking in his room came from the Rubix cube he played with in one hand.

🍮-His tired eyes burned but he didn’t allow himself to rest them, knowing he would probably fall asleep and end up somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. He didn’t want to run up his electric bill by keeping the lights on in the middle of the night so the soft lights of several lamps lit his apartment.

🍮-Their bulbs gentle buzzing and added to the symphony.

🍮-Abruptly another sound invaded his space, a series of knocks on his apartment door, they were gentle, probably not wanting to knock too loud and wake any sleeping neighbors but loud enough for his ears to pick them up.

🍮-He shot up from the bed, his eyes flickering to the podcast that was playing. Worries of it being too loud and he was about to get chewed out for it raced through his head. He checked to see if he was dressed enough to open the door.

🍮-He was lucky he had a pair of pajama pants on and didn’t shed them to sport his usual boxers and t-shirt he usually wore while he was waiting for the sun to rise and the rest of the world to wake up.

🍮-He jumped over the sand by his bed, not wanting to mess up the sand when he just smoothed it out before he climbed into his bed.

🍮-He eyed himself in Gus’s fish tank, making sure he look alright before he opened the door. His lungs left his body once he realized who was at his door, his neighbor from across the hall, the one he held a big puppy crush on.

🍮-“Hiya, was my podcast too loud? I’m terribly sorry if it was, I’ll be sure to turn it down ya,” His words fell from his mouth at a rapid pace. His heart thudded in his chest, just from being in your presence.

🍮-He had pretty much given up on worrying about his under-eye bags and veiny red eyes knowing they were always going to be present with his sleeping disorder, but he couldn’t help but cringe at you seeing them.

🍮-“Oh no, that’s not why I was here.” You shook your head, smiling at him in reassurance, “I can’t hear it on my end.”

🍮-“Oh,” He scratched his head, his eyes skirting around your face instead of meeting your eyes. He found eye contact difficult with a regular person but making it with you was a challenge he always tried to beat. He loved gazing into your eyes when he had the chance to. “What brings you over then? It’s a bit late, innit?”

🍮-He was used to his terrible sleep schedule it was a but ironic for him to be worried about your lack of sleep.

🍮-“I wanted to bake a little late-night snack, I saw this recipe for these peanut butter sugar cookies and I won’t be able to sleep till I have them in my mouth.” Your eyes glazed over, recalling how good they looked on the food blog you were scrolling through.

🍮-You shook away the image and focused back on your sweet neighbor, you had bumped into him around the building a few times, he was always offering to help you carry your groceries or holding the elevator door open for you.

🍮-You never minded his little talking spells about random facts he read the night before. Always engaging him in conversation and asking him to elaborate more if you had the time, you never brushed him off like others would.

🍮-He was infatuated with you from the moment you smiled his way. He felt pathetic that a person showed him common kindness and his little heart fluttered alive. He felt like a creep, reprimanding himself for falling so easily.

🍮-Steven paused, not quite sure where this was going but not trying to be rude and rush you to elaborate. “Yes, those do sound lovely.” He nodded, clasping his hands together, running his thumb over his palm in a soothing motion.

“🍮-Turns out I am out of eggs, so I was wondering if you had any to spare? I’ll be sure to repay them. I knew you would be up so I thought it would be okay to come over and ask you.” You shifted on your feet, your hands intertwined together in front of you.

🍮-He flushed red, suddenly regretting his vegan diet. “I’m sorry, I’m a vegan so I’m afraid I don’t have any in my flat.” His fingers picked at his nails, upset that he had to give you a negative answer.

🍮-Your mouth dropped open, “Oh! I do remember you mentioning that. I’m so sorry for bothering you, I guess I’ll just have to pop into the shop then.” You smiled at him before, turning to go back to your apartment to fetch a jacket to go out in.

🍮-“You are gonna go to the shop in the middle of the night? A bit dangerous, innit?” He tilted his head to the side, worry leaking into his bones.

🍮-You popped out your door, a jacket now resting on your shoulders, and raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m fine going by myself. Unless you would like to go with me?” You hummed, widening your eyes, silently pleading for him to come with you.

🍮-Two people walking at night is always better than one.

🍮-You might have had a crush on the sweet man as well and wanted to spend more time with him.

🍮-“Me? Come with?” He waved his hands around, surprised at the suggestion.

🍮-You nodded, “Unless this is the night you decide to change your nocturnal way,” You laughed, shutting your door and swinging the keys in your hand.

🍮-“No, I’d love to go with you.” He rushed out, he shuffled into his apartment, stuffing his feet into the first pair of shoes he saw and hastily putting on a jacket. Just to be cautious of the dreary weather of London, he swiped up an umbrella before shutting his door closes with an eager slam.

🍮-“I’m ready now.” He puffed, his rapid movements catching up with him. Rapid footsteps echoed behind you as he scampered behind you to the elevator. “I brought an umbrella just in case, yeah.”

🍮-He waved it in your direction, shrugging his shoulders.

🍮-“Good idea. Who knows if it will start raining as soon as we get outside.” You chirped, excited that you got him to come with you.

🍮-As soon as you left the building the cold night air blasted both of you. This was just the outcome you had hoped for. You weren’t really a touchy-feely person, heck you rarely hugged your friends who you have known for years, but Steven didn’t know that.

🍮-With rehearsed words, you slid your arm around his and nestled into his side, “Oh it’s freezing out, I’m glad I have you to help keep me warm.” You looked straight ahead down the sidewalk, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.

🍮-You noticed the way Steven stiffened up at your touch, almost like he hasn’t been in physical contact with a person in years. You felt him take in a large breath before letting it out slowly his feet leading him forward unsteadily.

🍮-“Yeah, no problem. I’m happy to help.” He grinned, behind his tired eyes gaining a sparkle of happiness.

🍮-You two make it to the shop and cruised the aisles, you didn’t bother to grab a basket or a cart. The small half-dozen carton of eggs was easy to carry by itself. While checking out you had pleaded with him to get candy as payment for walking with you.

🍮-“Come on, get one. I want to thank you.” You tugged at his arm, lifting it towards the assortment of shiny packages covering the shelves.

🍮-“Are you sure, I don’t want to put you out.” He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting from you to the candy display. Finally, his hand shot out and grabbed a small bag of Swedish fish, he placed it on the counter next to the eggs.

🍮-“Cheers.” He gave you a small smile.

🍮-You plucked a Twix off the shelf and got your card out to pay. You hide your smirk when you went to put in your pin number and Steven hurriedly looked away. Like he didn’t want you to think he was going to steal from you or something.

🍮-Ever the gentleman, he grabbed the bag before you could and motioned to head out of the store. Soon both of you were once again walking down the street heading to your apartment building.

🍮-This time when you huddled close to him to leech off his body warmth he didn’t jump as hard as the previous time, he actually relaxed into your embrace.

🍮-Too soon the both of you stood in front of your respective doors. You purposely brushed your fingers against his when you took the bag from him. The touched left flutters across your skin. His hands were nice and big, perfect for handholding.

🍮-You longed to hold his hand one day.

🍮-You pulled the Swedish fish out of the bag and tossed them to him, he caught them with a fumble of arm movements.

🍮-You waved your hand, “Thank you again, I’ll let you know how the cookies turn out.”

🍮-“Yeah, cheers again for the candy.” He shook the bag in the air and scratched the back of his head, his curls bouncing around adorably.

🍮-“No problem, thank you for coming with me.” You sent a beaming smile, unlocking your door and stepping in.

🍮-“Goodnight, Steven.”

🍮-“Night!” He rushed out, sending you his own dazzling smile.

🍮-A week later after your little midnight walk, Steven was hurried to his door in the middle of the night once more. He recognized your soft knocking and practically tripped on his way to his door.

🍮-“Hiya! What brings you around this time?” His voice came out loud during his first couple of words, not able to control his excitement.

🍮-“I felt bad that you didn’t get any cookies the other night since they weren’t vegan. Luckily, the blog I was on had a vegan version of the recipe that I made. I thought I would bake you some.” You chirped, holding a big plate with a small mountain of cookies piled high, plastic wrap glinting under the overhead lights.

🍮-“Oh wow, cheers, thank you so much.” He breathed, his eyes widening in awe. He didn’t waste any time unraveling the plastic and taking a big hearty bite from one of the cookies. A loud moan burst from his lips.

🍮-“Wow, these are absolutely grand! Best bloody things I have eaten in weeks.” He hummed, talking around the cookie as he finished off the other half.

🍮-Your heart warmed, you always loved it when a man had a good appetite, and the compliments on your baking added to your pleasure.

🍮-“Well, I would send you a link to the cookies but then what would you have me for.” You smirked, tilting your head at him.

🍮-“I just might have to put a ring on your finger, to get the recipe.” He replied, his mouth moving before his brain could fully analyze what he said. The poor man started hacking up the bits of the cookie he inhaled.

🍮-“I didn’t mean it like that.” He coughed, “Not that it wouldn’t be a pleasure to marry you.” He reassured, one hand franticly waving around in the air.

🍮-“How about you take me out on a date first before you start talking about rings.” You sent him a flirty smile.

🍮-“What? A date? With me?” He shook his head, not sure if he ears head correctly.

🍮-“Yes, with you. If it goes well I just might tell you the recipe.” You grinned, leaning closer to him and catching his eyes in yours. “Would you like that? To go on a date with me?”

🍮-“Yeah, that sounds grand, like something out of a dream.” He whispered, afraid if he talked too loudly he was going to wake himself up, if this was a dream he wanted to stay immersed in it for as long as he could.

🍮-You chuckled, “I would love to go on a date with you.”

🍮-“Yeah, I would like that too.” He gave you a shining smile, feeling like his entire world was starting to warm up by your mere presence. He couldn’t wait to take you out and show you a great time.

🍮-Maybe if he charmed you would stay by his side forever. He could only hope.

I have never written a character with a British accent so please be gentle with your critiques. I hoped you liked it all the same! I am so lovesick for Steven and Marc.

I look forward to writing for them more. Let me know what you think. Please leave a note and reblog. Both really motivate me to write more. 🤍

#steven grant x reader #moonknight #marvel x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant fluff #x reader

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bookofbonbon · 2 years

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a different type of hurt - rafe cameron.

SEMI REQUESTED.

pairing/characters: Rafe Cameron x Reader. Topper Thornton. Kelce. Kiara Carrera. JJ Maybank. Pope Heyward.

warnings: mentions of fighting. swearing.

summary: Things take an unexpected turn between you and Rafe while out to get revenge against JJ & Pope.

word count: 2134

PART ONE - PART THREE

You roll your shoulders in discomfort. The sun may have been setting on the horizon but, the North Carolina heat had not let up once since the summer began and, as night came, humidity hung thick in the air, and it was making you far more irritable than usual. It didn’t help that you had once again found yourself out in an open field instead of the comfort of an air-conditioned room.

You stood between Topper and Kelce, watching as Kildare residents filtered into the open field for the OBX Summer Movie Series; an Outer Banks tradition that had been around for as long as you could remember. There was once a time you genuinely enjoyed attending the outdoor cinema show but, the combination of the summer heat and murky marsh waters had created a breeding ground for mosquitoes out of Kildare.

Smack!

You turn towards Topper, wrinkling your nose at the sight of him wiping his hand clean of a now dead mosquito onto his sky-blue shorts with a look of disdain but, it doesn’t last long once he looks back up. His face twists with anger and you follow his line of vision, finally spotting reason one and reason two of why you were even there in the first place – JJ & Pope. Your eyes narrow in contempt, the familiar feeling of irritation bubbling in your chest at the sight until you realise Rafe still wasn’t back.

“What’s the plan?” Kelce asks.

“No plan,” Topper grunts. “The time will come.”

Tuning out of the boy’s conversation, your gaze shifts from the two pogue boys as you begin to search for Rafe. How long did it take to get a couple of drinks? Taking a step back to see behind Kelce, you spot your lover standing by the drinks cart and talking with one Kiara Carrera. The same irritation that you held for JJ & Pope, doesn’t spike inside of you at the sight of her. You’d heard a little about her from Topper; she was best friends with Sarah for a short while but, had since traded off being friends with Sarah to become a plastic pogue. She was a kook through and through no matter how much she tried to deny it. Holding your gaze, an unfamiliar feeling overcomes you at the sight of them talking. Not something that would usually happen had it not been for the steady gaze Rafe seemed to keep on her as she walked away from him.

Uneasiness settles in your chest, heel digging into the ground at the odd interaction. Deciding to find out for yourself, you mutter a quick ‘be right back’ to Kelce & Topper and start walking towards Rafe who’s already on his way back, his gaze steady on his hands that hold a tray of drinks.

“What was that?” you call out to Rafe when he’s close enough.

Rafe looks up from the drinks, several emotions passing through his eyes, confusion, content and finally, concern at the irritable look on your face – Rafe instantly jumping to his own conclusions.

“What happened? Did they do something to you? Are you okay? I swear to G-” he begins but, you cut him off.

“I’m fine. I just want to know what that was back there?” you gesture behind him towards the drink cart.

“What was what?” Rafe looks over his shoulders, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and the expression only serves to turn your uneasiness into annoyance at his ignorance.

“What was that back there with Kiara?” you huff, crossing your arms.

It takes a second for Rafe to register what you’re talking about, his face pinching in distaste when he does.

“Oh my god,” Topper’s voice suddenly cuts through.

Turning to the side, Topper appears beside you with Kelce in tow. Disregarding the growing tension, Topper reaches past you to snatch the tray of drinks from Rafe.

“Dude, how long does it take to get a couple of drinks?” Topper asks.

Balancing the tray on one hand, he grabs a drink with the other and throws it back.

“I was just wondering the same thing actually,” you smile tightly at Rafe.

Topper doesn’t notice the growing tension, too engrossed by his desire to quench his thirst but, Kelce does. Pulling on Topper’s shirt, Kelce begins to drag Topper away, almost dropping the drinks in the process but, Topper could care less, more concerned with hydrating himself in this suffocating heat while he waits for the right time to strike.

Once the boys are gone, Rafe is immediately on you, his arms winding themselves around you and pulling you towards him but, your hands come up, stopping him from being able to do so. Hurt spreads through Rafe but, he masks it, deciding to get to the bottom of whatever was happening between you and him now.

Bringing his arms back to his sides, Rafe takes a step closer to you instead, lowering his head so, he’s eye level with you.

“Baby, what is going on?” Rafe asks softly.

“I was hoping you would tell me, what was that back there with Kiara? Is there something going on between the two of you?”

“Jesus Christ, no!” Rafe takes a step back, looking at you incredulously. “She’s Sarah’s age. Why would you even think that?”

“I don’t know, Rafe, maybe because you’re staring at her longingly after she’s walked away from you,” you shrug.

“I wasn’t staring longingly at Kie; I was looking at her and JJ and Pope,” he defends himself, and you almost blow a fuse. “Where is this-"

“Kie?” you repeat, eyes wide. “Kie? Who the fuck is Kie, Rafe?”

“Oh my god, why are you making such a big deal out of this? I went over there to get drinks and Kiara just so happened to be there so, I told her to warn her boys that we know what they did and now, you are here making something out of nothing. Where is this coming from? You’re being crazy,” Rafe finishes with a huff but, instantly regrets it when you take a step back from him, hurt evident in your eyes and the way your face drops.

“I- I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry. You’re not-” Rafe attempts to apologise but, with each step forward, you take one back.

“Listen, I saw Jana in the crowd with her family, I’m gonna go sit with them,” you end the conversation there, walking away from him while holding back tears.

You swat at yet another mosquito that buzzes nearby. Why you chose to stay instead of just going home, you had no idea but, you were seriously regretting it as the familiar buzzing starts up again – at least it took your mind off of the heaviness in your chest and the fact that Rafe hadn’t stopped staring at you since you parted ways almost an hour ago.

Fighting with Rafe was not something you were familiar with. Being at odds with one another about something? Yeah, sure, but the two of you were always quick to resolve and move past it with a conversation. Communication is key after all. Key. Kie. You scowl at the thought of her, deep frown lines setting into your forehead but, you soon find yourself sinking further into your seat with a groan. She hadn’t even done anything, and Rafe hadn’t done anything either and you knew it but, you still couldn’t help the insecurity that wrapped itself around you like a blanket.

Sitting up in your seat, you decide to try to actually focus on the movie. Leaning forward, you place your elbow on your knees and force yourself to look at the giant screen. It lasts for all of 2 minutes before, you find your eyes wondering across the crowd. You take in all the faces, most of them familiar with the occasional touron dotted here and there. You soon settle on an empty spot where JJ, Pope & Kiara had once sat; they were gone but, all their things were still there. It’s then that you realise you could no longer feel Rafe’s eyes on you. Twisting around to where they stood behind everyone, you see that they’re gone. You quickly put two and two together and sit up. You almost miss it in your frantic search for both groups but, as the screen briefly dims, your eye just catches several shadows behind it.

Hastily standing, you move quickly and carefully through the sea of bodies watching the big screen. None of them aware of what was happening just behind it. Once through, you make a beeline for the screen, the closer you get, the louder the muffled sounds of several people get. You arrive just in time to see Rafe throw Kiara to the ground, hard. It brings you satisfaction but, you shake your head of it when you see her standing and getting ready to go back into the fight. She’d only get hurt and the last thing any of you needed would be for her parents to attempt to press charges.

Closing the distance, you come around and stop in front of her with a blank stare. Kiara abruptly stops, surprise becoming her features with a pinch of fear. Kiara had always been one to stand up for herself and for others, never afraid to voice her thoughts on everything and anything but, that stopped with you. She had always actively made a point to steer clear of your wrath; your cruel reputation not lost on her. Anyone who was crazy enough to date Rafe Cameron for as long as you had, had to be just as crazy as him, maybe more.

“What’re you doing?” Kiara asks hesitantly, taking a slight step back.

“What am I doing?” you smile saccharinely. “What are you doing?”

Kiara swallows thickly and, you watch the movement in her throat before, meeting her eyes again.

“Go home, Kiara,” you warn before she can answer you. “Go home, before you get hurt.”

Kiara hesitates, looking around you to her friends. She wants to help but, her fear for you outweighed her courage. Taking a few steps back from you, you watch as the younger girl turns around and begins to walk away and so, do you.

Not bothering to stay behind to see what will become of the boys, you start walking in the opposite direction and towards your home when a bright orange glare falls over you. Turning back around, you’re met with the sight of flames engulfing the large screen.

Fear rushes through you at the thought of the boys being hurt and you make haste back towards them when they all emerge from behind the screen, whooping and hitting each other on the back. You breathe a sigh of relief at the sight, when Rafe looks up and meets your eyes. You look away quickly and head back towards the direction of your house. Hurt still lingers within you and you don’t know how to explain it away; you just want to go home. It would be a long walk but, it’s exactly what you need.

The sound of your name echoes in the distance followed by heavy footfalls and, your feet move faster than before but not fast enough. Rafe’s hand catches your elbow, forcing you to a stop and you pull your elbow from his grasp.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe takes a step back, holding his hands out. “I saw you back there, I just want to make sure that you’re okay, that you’re not hurt. That’s all.”

“I’m fine,” you answer but, don’t give him anything else and, his shoulders drop.

“Are we fine?” he asks quietly as he takes a step towards you.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, tears welling up in your eyes again, not sure what else to say.

Taking another step closer, Rafe raises a hand towards you, testing the waters. When you don’t move away or stop him, he cups your jaw and tilts your head towards him but, you don’t meet his eyes. Ducking his head to meet your eyes, he softly rubs his thumb back and forth across your cheek.

“How do I fix this?” he asks desperately.

You wish you knew but, you don’t. Rafe had never given you a reason to feel insecure and you had no idea why you were now. Digging your heel into the ground, you feel frustrated with yourself. Taking his wrists into your hands, you reluctantly remove yourself from his touch and take a step back.

“I just need time. This is on me, not you,” you explain.

“Sweetheart…”

“I’ll see you around, Rafe,” you smile sadly at him, walking away from him once again. A different type of hurt weighing heavy in both of your hearts.

A/N: Sorry for the angst but I had to! It's what I'm good at hahah. Once again, feel free to send through requests for the last part. I'll incorporate it as best as I can. It'll be the final part so, sprinkle of angst but, mostly fluff. Thank you to everyone who sent in requests for this one!

All fics are my own work - I have not posted my work anywhere else.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Outer Banks characters or Outer Banks show.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x reader #a different type of: series #request

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callingsergeantbarnes · 2 years

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Caresses at Twilight

Pairing - Faith Lehane x Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count - 2134

Warning - Threesome - F/F/M OT3 - Vaginal Sex, fingering, oral, comfort, fluff, love - mentions of violence - tending to wounds.

Crossover - Buffy the Vampire Slayer x Avengers

A/N - This is a repost from my old blog - originally posted in 2021. My love for my OT3 though is as strong as ever and I need these three in my life. Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics as originally requested with my old blog. Banners by @maysdigitalarts

Summary - Soft wasn’t a word Faith would use to describe herself, except for here, entangled with them with twilight caresses and her heart beating with theirs it was what she was. Soft. Only with them. Only for them.

Soft was not a word Faith would use to describe herself.

It wasn’t a word anybody would use to describe her.

She was bruised knuckles, bloody knives and death with a pretty smile. A force of nature that tore its way through whatever dared stand in her way. She was deadly, a weapon honed from over a decade of fights and battles.

Scarred and ugly, hidden in shadows, with a shredded heart and a battered soul. She was whisky flavoured, and burned by all who dared to take a sip.

She was the Slayer.

The Dark Slayer.

Twisted and broken, and desperately trying to carve out her redemption on a rocky road.

No, soft was not a word she would use to describe herself, and yet in this moment, with them and their caresses in the twilight hours, it was a word that summarised her perfectly.

Gentle touches, soft kisses, and she was melting as they moved as one.

Undressing her from bloody clothes, one item at the time. Her body ached. A combination of pain and need. Heat radiated from Bucky as he held her close, back pressed against his chest, his metal arm supporting her as he gently wiped the blood from the side of her neck with his right hand. Natasha’s hands undid her belt and the button on her jeans before she slid her torn jeans down her legs.

“Lift one leg up, baby.”

Faith followed the direction, not buckling under the order as she leaned against Bucky. She was too tired to argue, hurt too much to think about standing on her own, although the twisted voice inside her complained she was showing weakness.

With them, she was allowed.

With them, she was never weak.

Faith closed her eyes, let them lead her to the shower, swallowed the whimper that wanted to escape as steaming water hit her skin. Bucky held her, one hand massaging her scalp as her head leaned into his shoulder. Natasha gently washed her, cleaning the blood that coated her skin with a cloth.

The silence was deafening, and none of her usual teasing banter was there.

It had been a hard fight, a close call and a near fatal end that made her soul ache if she thought about it too much. Instead, she let herself relax into their gentle touches, relax into the tender way they were caring for her wounds.

Contentment sunk into her bones, and a soft moan escaped her lips as fingers skimmed along her skin. Desire flared to life, pushing through the pain as her body craved a new release.

Faith whined as they switched the water off, and their attentive hands left her body for a moment as they reached for a towel.

Bucky chuckled, pressing his lips against her skin. In that sweet spot at the crook of her neck that had her purring and a shiver running down her spine. He carefully avoided the scars left by Angelus. Even now, years later, Faith couldn’t stop her body tensing whenever anyone came too close to them. The ingrained instincts of the Slayer wired through her body to fight against being bitten. She had learned to trust Bucky and his soft kisses, learned to recognise his need as he nestled against her neck.

“I think our baby girl has other thoughts on her mind right now,” Nat teased, wrapping the towel around her body and brushing against her erect nipples.

“Be a good girl and let us take care of you.” Bucky cooed.

Faith didn’t protest as he swept her off her feet, didn’t voice a word as he carried her to the bed. The nerves in her body alight with need as desire pooled deep inside her.

She wanted them. She needed them. Needed to have Bucky’s cock deep inside her, needed Natasha’s tongue on her clit as Bucky fucked her. It was a different need than what her fights usually left her with. A different itch that needed to be scratched. A different desire coursing through her veins. As tired as she was, Faith needed to feel alive, needed to feel her heart beating against her chest as they moved together as one. Slick skinned and entangled limbs. She needed them deeply.

Gone were the days where she’d get some and get gone.

She was a two person woman now. A ménage à trois. Faith, Bucky and Nat. Nat, Faith and Bucky. Bucky, Nat and Faith.

Three hearts beating as one. Faith couldn’t imagine it any other way, couldn’t imagine not having them in her life. They were hers, and she was theirs. Three darkened souls, with blood covered hands, working towards their redemption, finding comfort, love, family. With each other.

She would die for them, would kill for them, though Faith knew in her heart they would never ask her to. Just as she would never ask them to for her. Slowly rebuilding themselves and making amends one step at a time.

Fuck, did she love them. And fuck, did that not terrify her.

But what they shared was love, regardless of what others thought. A love running soul deep. Where their kisses weren’t just kisses, but a place where their souls joined and heaven and earth met.

Faith had never imagined she would ever feel something so powerful, or ever have a love so deep to call her own.

Undeserved. Unworthy.

Old words that haunted her still stirred in darkened thoughts. Doubt creeped in despite her attempts at pushing it down. Old fears making themselves known whenever she allowed herself to truly think about them.

She didn’t deserve them, and yet she wasn’t strong enough to walk away. Would never be strong enough to walk away from them.

“Hey,” Bucky whispered softly in her ear, taking note as her body tensed as he laid her down on the bed. He always seemed to have a sixth sense to her thoughts, to the doubts that clung to her soul.

“Don’t be thinking things like that, baby girl. We’re all marked, all have blood coated hands. You’re ours, and we are yours. That will not change.”

“Kiss me.”

It was a demand. An urgent need to feel his lips against hers, to chase away the demons she carried, and the doubts that filled her. She needed to drown herself in his touch, in his taste.

Bucky kissed her. Soft lips brushing gently against her own before the kiss deepened. Snaking a hand around him, she pulled him close, slipping her tongue over his. Bucky kissed her back. It stilled her thoughts and quietened her demons. The feel of his lips on hers, his body pressed against hers. He swallowed her moan before pulling away, bruised lips and lust filled eyes.

“I need…”

Faith stopped, unable to find the words that would explain what exactly it was she needed. What she wanted.

He brushed her hair from her face gently.

“Let us take care of you.”

Repeated words that carried more than one meaning. She, who had prided herself on only ever needing her on her side, now had them on her side. A reminder that she wasn’t alone. A reminder that they would always stand beside her.

Always and forever.

Nat, climbed onto the bed next to her. Bucky lifted her again, with an ease and carefulness that made her feel treasured. Sometimes they fucked hard and fast. Bruised limbs as fingers gripped tightly. Where marks were left on each of their skins and their bodies ached for entirely different reasons than fighting the good fight. Where they needed it hard, where they needed the fuck to be rough.

But then there were times like this. Moments they gave to each other, where it was tender and slow. Where they worshipped each other in every delicious way they could think of.

Bucky moved her so he was sitting behind her. Leaning back against the headboard, her body melded against him as she sat on him. She could feel his cock hard against her back. He pulled her against him, loosening the towel so it fell away from her. Her skin prickled, goosebumps running up the length of her arms as his hands caressed her body. His thumbs circled her nipples, and she arched against him.

Faith could feel Nat’s hands stroke her stomach, feather light touches as they moved down her body. Her pulse quickened, her breath caught in her throat as her senses heightened. Together the two of them were setting off every single nerve ending, alighting her body so it sang. Nat’s fingers brushed against her cunt. Teasing her folds before she slid a finger inside her. Faith moaned, hips shuddered as tried to move, tried to push down further. Bucky held her tighter, keeping her in place. Super Soldier strength pushing against her own Slayer strength.

She needed more, so much more.

“You’re so deliciously wet, baby, and so responsive.” Nat purred, her thumb circling against her clit as she slid her finger inside of her, adding a second, and moving a little faster with every move she made.

Her breaths came short and quick, her heartbeat like fluttering bird wings. Muscles coiled and tightened. An ache deep inside of her built as they worked her to an edge she was more than happy to tumble over. Her body shuddered as a ripple of pleasure rose through her body.

Faith whimpered.

“That’s it baby, just let go.”

Faith rode the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her body arched.

“More... I need you.”

She felt Bucky’s hands move across her body, carefully avoiding the cuts, scrapes and bruises that were forming.

“Make me forget,” she whispered, her body aching for them. Aching with need.

Hating the vulnerability that those three words showed to the world.

I’m allowed to show vulnerability to them.

Bucky lifted her, spreading his legs and hers and holding her. Nat nestled between the two of them on her knees and guided Bucky’s cock into her. Bucky groaned into her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. Faith gnawed at her bottom lip, at the feel of his cock sliding into her. Stretching her, filling her.

They stilled, Bucky holding her in place, resisting against her urge to move as Nat positioned herself between their legs.

Faith cried out at the feel of Nat’s tongue circling her clit. Worrying it round and round. Bucky thrust into her. Slow and hard. Feeling inch by delicious inch. They moved in sync, finding their rhythm. Slow and steady thrusts, combined with hard licks and teasing sucks.

She fell into the sensation of both of them.

Fell into the slow and steady thrusts of Bucky’s cock, gradually picking up speed, a merciless and relentless rhythm that her body moved to match as her breath caught in her throat. Grinding her hips as best she could against him. The hot mouth of Nat on her clit, circling pressure as she licked and sucked had her rolling her head back, eyes half closed as the pressure builds, and builds.

Her thoughts scattered. There is only one sensation. Only them and what they were doing to her body. It was as though she was floating, hovering on the edge of ecstasy as waves moved through her. She had never felt this before, never felt the intensity.

Faith let out a sharp cry, arching into both of them as she unravelled between them. The cascade of pleasure thundered through her body and dragged her under. Her heart pounded against her chest, her fingers gripped tightly against Bucky’s thighs, and her body shuddered uncontrollably as wave after wave swept through her. Bucky’s thrusts quickened, her cunt clenching tightly around him. He thrusted hard, his body trembling as he came with a cry, her name on his lips, sounding like a prayer.

His grip on her eases, and she relaxed against him, their breathing ragged. Nat shifted, moving up their bodies until her head rested gently across her stomach. Faith’s hand rose, gently stroking red locks as she lay content between the two of them. Aware of soft caresses against her skin. Bucky shifted, pulling out of her, and her body ached at the loss of him. Yet it wasn’t the same ache she had felt before.

Tangled together, limbs entwined, hearts beating as one, Faith nestled into them, letting the aches of her body melt away. Bucky pressed his lips against the crown of her head, moving enough to reach for the sheets on the bed and pulling them up and around them.

Soft wasn’t a word Faith would use to describe herself, except for here, entangled with them with twilight caresses and her heart beating with theirs. It was what she was.

Soft.

Only with them. Only for them.

#Soldierslayerwidow #Faith Lehane #Bucky Barnes #Natasha Romanoff #Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover Avengers #Bucky Barnes smut #Faith Lehane Smut #Natasha Romanoff smut #OT3 - my sweet loves #Bucky Barnes x Faith Lehane x Natasha Romanoff

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kai-writes-fan-fiction · 3 years

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Little Scratches

Sorry I’ve been off the map for a min lol, I’ve had school. But without further adieu, I present this request and the fic to go along with it:

Pairings: Fem!reader x Natasha x Wanda x Carol

Warnings: Mentions of rape, mentions of assault, mentions of physical injury

Word count: 2134

You shuddered in an alleyway, trying to process what had just happened. You couldn’t wrap your head around the evil of the world, the corruption of alphas. You were an Omega, which had become a rarity, which leads alphas, deltas, and even betas alike to take advantage of you.

You had been raped, assaulted, and kidnapped throughout the years; this night was no different.

You cried in a corner next to trash bags and rats. To alphas, you were no more than street trash; you were to be used and then thrown out.

You were tired, and you thought you were hearing things when you heard soft footsteps approach you. You looked up carefully, and three alpha women were staring at you kindly. Great. More alphas, just what you needed.

A long-haired read-head with ivory skin scented the air and then spoke, “Little omega, what're you doing out here all alone? I can smell your distress. Are you ok?”

Her voice was soft, calming, and not aggressive. You whispered, “I-I’m ok.”

“No, you're not. Come with us; it's ok. We're not going to hurt you. What's your name, hon?” The blonde in the middle asked you? It wasn't aggressive; you could tell she just wanted to protect you; her alpha senses had kicked in after your distressed scent soured the air.

“I-I-I’m (Y/N).” You spluttered.

“Hi (Y/N). I’m carol, and this is Natasha and Wanda.” Carol motioned to the two women standing next to her. “We aren’t going to hurt you; just come with us. We’re going to get you cleaned up, little love.” She whispered kindly, putting her hand out for you to take.

You warily put your hand in hers, tears of abuse from alphas taught you to be careful and untrusting, but it seemed the three women in front of you had no ill intentions.

“Welcome to our pack, dear.” Natasha quipped with a smile.

You smiled softly; these women felt warm, felt like home.

They lead you to a car. You were wary, as this is how many kidnappings had started. Wanda must’ve sensed your unease as she reached out and touched your other hand, the one that wasn’t in Carols, softly.

“I know what you’ve been through, but it’s ok. We’re just going to take you back to the compound. We’re going to take care of you, bubs.”

Her words were soothing, and, although you were still wary, you allowed yourself into the car, and you were sandwiched in between the three alpha women.

“Happy, could you take us to the compound? We found an Omega.” Natasha asked the driver.

The compound? That’s what they called their home? Weird, you thought. Although the women seemed harmless primarily, something was fishy.

Wanda, who was on your right, must’ve felt how you were feeling again; it seemed she could almost read your mind and instinctively put her hand on your thigh. It wasn’t a sexual advance, rather a wordless “you’re ok.”

“We’re going to take you back to the compound and clean you up. You can stay with us if you’d like.”

You turned to Natasha and nodded.

“We’ll have Bruce do a work-up, too. See if you have any hormone imbalances. We want to make sure you’re healthy and clean.” Natasha brushed your hair softly behind your ear.

When she did, she noticed you had a black eye, as well as bruises and scratches on your face and neck. You quickly squirmed to cover them back up, but she just pulled your hair back again, trailing the pads of her fingers down your cuts.

“Oh, honey. It’s ok. We’ll never do anything like this to you. You’re safe now, and it’s going to be ok. We‘ll protect you. We need an omega in our pack, anyways. The rest of the Avengers have been trying to find one, but Omegas, especially ones with scents as unique as yours, are a rarity today.” She cupped the side of your face; her scent was sweet and cinnamon-y. You let your head fall into her hand, showing her that you trusted her.

Avengers? You hadn’t been keeping up with ty news, as you were often in hiding. But, you recognized the name?

“Avengers?” You asked, voice hoarse from all of the screaming you had done earlier. When a pack of six alpha prime, males, abducted you from the street, you tried your shriek that was supposed to paralyze alphas for a short period.

“We’re the Avengers… Do you not know who we are?” Natasha Inquired.

“I’m afraid that I don’t; I don’t watch the news often. The name sounds… vaguely familiar.” You said, eyes glossy as you tried to reach the depths of your brain that might contain information about “The Avengers.”

The three women saw the gears turn in your head, and then your eyes suddenly lit up.

“I know who you are!” You exclaimed, wide-eyed. “I’ve heard of you!” You were in the presence of heroes, the hero’s that defeated that ugly purple ballsack two years ago.

You were having issues keeping your amazement inside. These women were some of the most badass women ever, and they had chosen you to join their pack.

“We’re going to be about an hour's drive.” Happy, the driver, called from the front.

An hour? You weren’t going to stay awake that long, you thought. Wanda must’ve “read your thoughts” because she said, “It’s ok, we know you’re tired. You can sleep now.”

You allowed your head to fall onto Carol's shoulder, and she seemed honored that you had chosen her and happy that you trusted them.

You slowly allowed yourself to drift off, smelling the sweet cinnamon air before finally falling asleep.

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It must’ve been an hour after you’d fallen asleep, as you were awoken by delicate jostling.

“Hey ‘mega.” Sang a sweet voice.

You opened your eyes and were greeted by a smiling face, Carol's smiling face. You groggily smiled back, standing up slowly.

“Are we here?” You asked, taking in the giant grey building in front of you with endless windows.

“We’re here, bubs! Welcome to the Avengers compound.” Wanda said, smiling kindly.

You looked around at the landscape and saw a vast wood with rolling hills that seemed to go on forever.

“Where are we?” You asked no one in particular.

“We’re upstate. You’re still in New York State.” Natasha motioned to the compound, saying, “Should we go in? Bruce is waiting for us.”

“Yeah, ok. Lemme sit down for a sec; I’m still pretty tired.” You murmured, collapsing into the car seat once more.

“You ok? Lemme carry you in little love.” Carol gleamed, happy she could help and protect her little Omega.

She picked you up quickly and bridal style. You rest your head against her chest as she carried to what you assumed was the med-bay.

“Bruce said he’s going to be here soon. He’s just going to make sure you’re ok, and we’re going to find out who did this to you.” Carol mumbled, setting you down on a soft bed.

You gripped onto her, not letting her go even after you had been set secure on the bed. You were trying to send a message, and she received it. She pulled up a chair and sat next to your bed. Natasha and Wanda chuckled and moved to exit.

“No! Please, stay here.” You begged them.

You knew they couldn’t say no to their little omega, and they seemed to feel just as privileged as before, privileged that they got to call you their omega.

A few minutes later, a beta male walked into the room where you were sitting. He scented the air and grinned at Natasha, Carol, and Wanda and said, “You’ve finally brought home an Omega! What’s the damage the city Alphas did to her?”

He walked over to your bedside, examining your cuts and bruises.

“We’re not sure of the full extent, but she looks pretty banged up.” Natasha grimaced.

She was correct; you looked grim. Your entire body was covered in bruises, welts, cuts, and scrapes painted your skin.

You winced when Bruce lightly touched a deeper cut.

“Some of these are infected, sweetie. How long have you had them?” He asked you.

You looked to Natasha, and she nodded. “I-I’m not really sure. I’ve been kidnapped and assaulted so many times; I just don’t keep track anymore.” You whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

You began to sob silently. You stayed still, but tears dripped from your eyes down into your lap.

Everyone in the room smelled your distress radiate from your body and went into action. Carol wrapped her hands around your own; Wanda began to purr deeply, which relaxed your body. You fell limp into Nat's arms, and she laid you softly on the bed.

“I’m going to do a full-body exam, make sure there aren’t any other infected wounds, ok?” Bruce looked up to you, still lying limp on the soft pillows.

You nodded, and he lifted your turtle neck blouse. With the help of Wanda, the blouse was off of your body, as well as your pants, but your undergarments still remained. They wanted to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible, and stripping you down was not the way to go.

Your entire torso was covered with bruises, and a few cuts, all of which were infected. Scrapes and welts plagued your legs, a few scratches on your legs were also infected.

“Sweetie, it’s going to be ok,” Bruce whispered before turning and grabbing a tub of cream from a cabinet. “This will ease the pain and slow the infection. I’ll clean them out later, and we’ll finish the last of your check-up after you rest. You’re exhausted, and that hinders your body’s healing process. Sleep will also aid in regulating your Omega hormones.

He was right; you were exhausted. You allowed yourself to melt into the mattress, and Wanda pulled up the blanket, so it was snug to your chin.

“Do you want us to stay in here or give you privacy, bubs?” Wanda inquired.

“Please, stay.” You whispered; you couldn’t go any louder.

“Ok, we’ll stay. Get some sleep, little omega.” Carol stroked your forehead with the pads of her fingers, scared she’d aggravate one of your cuts.

You felt safe and warm; these alphas were taking care of you so well. You finally submitted to sleep, a, for the first time in a very long time, it was restful.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, doubtful anyone had heard you, but your alphas had, and their hearts melted.

They made you feel this way. They already loved you and were so excited for you to meet the team, in your own time, of course.

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