#I straight up look like Thoma and that kinda scares me

[dustofthedailylife]

Just found this [picrew] on insta with the prompt to create the anime male version of yourself. And I thought it was kinda cool!

Feel free to participate and tag someone, no pressure though ❤️

Also why do I low-key look like Thoma with glasses? HELP 😂

Tagging: @hiraya-rawr @the-travelling-witch @ainescribe @polalcee + whoever else wants to participate.

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Can you write a story that has Thomas Hewitt getting jealous at a guy flirting with his S/O please love your work🙏🙏🙏🙏

Jealousy Jealousy

It shouldn't bug him so much. Especially after all this time.

It wasn't your fault after all. Anyone with eyes could see how beautiful you were. Everything about you was crafted by some higher being, sculpted from the stars and the skies. And you were so sweet, so kind. You brought a smile to even Uncle Monty's face.

And most of all, he knew you loved him. He repeatedly told himself, saying it over and over again in his head like his own personal mantra. As long as you loved him, he didn't need anything else.

Thomas's eyebrows furrowed as you laughed at the joke. He couldn't tell you jokes. But this stranger could. This handsome, younger man with perfect teeth and perfect hair. He looked like one of those men on the front of the harlequin novels Hoyt steals out of suitcases.

You laughed again, head thrown back. God, you were perfect. Too perfect for him. This stranger was the type of man you deserved.

From the back room of the gas station, Thomas shifted his weight nervously. He knew he should have left you at the house. It was a bad idea, just like Hoyt said. You brought to much attention to yourself. Unknowingly and unwittingly, of course. Never your intention.

But you had a magnetic power around you, drawing people in.

Your soft eyes were what made him fall in love with you. When his family first found you, hiding out in their barn, crying your eyes out, he felt a pang in his heart that was new to him. You looked scared and you were alone. Everyone else had left you, all meeting their ends by his chainsaw.

He asked you why you didn't struggle and you always shrugged "I guess they were never really my friends to begin with. They tried to leave me for dead. "

And he didn't question it at first. After all, it all brought you to him. You were his now.

But-

You should hate him. You should fight him. You shouldn't be able to stand the sight of him. You were better off with this man, this stranger who could give you the life you deserved. The overwhelming feeling of despair hit him like a shot to the stomach.

But then you turned to him. And smiled. That sweet smile, the one that lit up a room and light up his life. And it was directed at him. It was his smile.

And for a moment, all was right in the world. You chose him.

But then-

"So, I gotta wonder... What's a sweet thing like you doing in a shit hole like this?"

From afar, Thomas could see you bristle, your demeanor change from jovial to defense "What's that supposed to mean? There's nothing wrong with here."

The stranger laughed "Yeah, it's cute in tetanus shot kinda way. But nowhere such a hot piece of ass such as you should be. "

Thomas ought to punt this creep straight into a grinder. His fist balled up and he began stalking towards him-

Except you beat him to the punch. Quite literally.

The stranger fell to the floor, holding his bloody nose. Whimpering. Thomas was surprised, he didn't think this guy would go down that easily. The man wasn't as tall as him, but he was still a sizable man. And you floored him.

Looking back to you, he watched as you shook your hand out, cursing under your breath "Fucking hell, dude! Your face made out of concrete?!?"

"YOU BROKE MY NOSE, YOU BITCH!"

"Yeah, and I'll do it again if you don't get your ass outta here!"

The man, holding his bleeding nose, lifted himself off the ground, shooting daggers at you. Instinctively, Thomas placed his body between the two of you, glaring back at him.

The stranger, though looking absolutely terrified, feigned confidence and scoffed as he walked by. You grabbed Thomas's arm, shouting as the stranger left the store "Yeah! Get out here, you-"

Thomas spun you around, grabbing your face in his hands. He looked you over, looking for any signs of harms. You scrunched your nose "I'm fine, Thomas!"

Thomas huffed, pulling you close to him. You laughed in his arms, standing up on your tip toes to press a kiss to his mask. Thomas looked down at you, taking in the lovestruck look in your eyes.

Yeah, he had nothing to worry about.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @kataba request: Before requests close, could I request Thoma, Ayato, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley being told they're their s/o's whole world?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yes, of course! I made one-shot format and with reader kinda confessing or blurting it out... so hopefully this'll suit you too!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Thoma was honestly so purely kind for you. Despite just coming back from work, he still willingly helped you with small cleaning at your place. You knew it was a bit messy and could probably take care of it alone, but he didn't seem to take no for an answer.

He was just softly humming as he calmly did the dishes for you. It was the last thing that needed cleaning and he was stubborn enough to make you sit down while he finishes it.

Using the moment and your boredom, you layed on your hand and looked at him with gentle smile. He's doing so much for you... so you might as well drop small compliment that'll hopefully make his day!

"You're like... my whole world, you know?"

You could hear your boyfriend slightly chuckle as he dried his hands. Despite him not being turned your way, you just knew your words had to cause him at least a little blush.

"Well... why thank you. It goes both ways, so I hope you know it goes both ways!"

He finally turned to you with hand scratching the back of his neck, his face indeed had slightly pink hue.

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your perfect malewife~

Ayato was working like always and you just came back from little tea break with Ayaka, hoping that her brother will be done by the time you two finished your endless chat.

But when you came back into his office, you saw him still filling those papers... A bit bored you decided to give him a little surprise~

You sneaked behind his back and swiftly kissed his cheek, causing his head to finally raise from those papers and look directly at you.

"Oh? And what's that for, my love?"

You could see the slight surprise in his eyes. You thought he'll notice you faster than get scared but it seems like you catches him off guard after all! He almost made it too easy for you to be a little bit cheeky.

"What? Can't I even kiss my world now~?"

You chuckled while asking your little question, noticing it caused small smile on your boyfriend's face as well! Because there was particular compliment that catched his attention... he knows you're not one to throw words on air, so you describing how he's your world really just made his day.

"Thank you... I believe we both think similarly of each other. Because believe me when I say, I can't even imagine my life without you next to me..."

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your boba lover!

Neuvillette and you were on your classic walk, so the two of you could just hold hands and relax after long day...

None of you mind the silence but your boyfriend decided to break it, because he just found topic he wanted to explore. Knowing you most likely wouldn't mind, he decided to just straight up ask you that.

"I'm curious if you find Teyvat charming... you're not from here if I remember correctly... or maybe you don't like it at all?"

You looked around and was about to answer normally, but then you for a perfect idea for that a situation and looked directly at him instead with a cheesy grin.

"Honestly... the only world I'm currently admiring is you."

You could just see your boyfriend smoking under his nose and having his head down. The sky also seemed so much brighter all of the sudden... well it is 12pm so no wonder about that actually.

When Neuvillette was finally done with smiling to himself after your comment, he raised tour hand with his and placed soft kiss on its back, silently thanking you for your compliment before you continued your walk

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your otter judge!

Sigewinne asked you one day about your feelings towards Wriothesley, so naturally you answered them, not hiding the fact you think of him as of your whole world.

When you entered his office, you just saw Melusine walking out in dancy peace and humming happily. You looked at your boyfriend with slight confusion who was slightly smiling.

"Sorry for that, Sigewinne just... kept me company for a while. I was worried you might've changed your plans..."

You just smiled in assuring way, noticing his mood. You came closer and places your hand on your shoulder.

"No, no... I just needed to explain the path to few explorers. I could never forget about my whole world, you know~?"

On your words, Duke just smiled we if you've just confirmed every informations he needed.

"So it's true... sorry to spill it out bur Sigewinne told me how you called me."

You normally wouldn't mind but you really just ended up rambling to Sigewinne at some point... and if she said it all to Wriothesley... well, it certainly boosted his ego. But seeing this proud smile on his face... you really couldn't mind how much he've heard in this moment.

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your teddybear duke~

[whole-circus]

Listen, it's gonna sound weird, but can I get Tim and Brian with a reader like. Weirdly obsessive over whatever interest they have? Like it consumes their brain and it's like all they think about at times? They spend hours researching or maintaining whatever they're interested in to the point where they forget they kinda need to do other things

Dont feel pressured!! I understand if you're busy!!!

Tim Wright and Brian Thomas with reader that is obsessed with their current interests!

➥ Oh hi love!! it doesnt sound weird at all i get it!!! No worries, please dont be scared to send "weird" in your opinion asks!! i dont judge at all! Lots of love and take care!! <3

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Tim Wright

Tim absolutely gets it! You have your interests and he is very happy that you do, especially that they make you content for some time! He is also the type of person to love hearing you talking about it - even if he doesnt look like he is actually interested. Like he know that you are like "no other thoughts, head empty" so please talk as much as you actually can! Even if its not his field and he is not really specifically interested in your current interest, then he is still listening to every world you say - if you start feeling bad about talking a lot then just look at his gaze full of love! Tim isnt really type to ask a lot of questions, but he has good memory for small facts about what you like now. Oh and i feel like he would definitely brings you small gifts that reminds him of your interests, and if its something craft the things to help you in creative process! Tim actually helps you get through a day and remind you about important things like eating or just taking care of yourself. He understand that its hard for you to be pulled away and as much as he hates it - he is the one to cool your enthusiasm but in needed and not so rough way.

Brian Thomas

Brian of course understands too! Like he is the sweetest! Talk to him about your current obsession and he will actually do research to be able to talk with you about it!! Oh my, its not like he doesnt like hearing you talk and just go straight to internet, but he want to impress you so much!! Brian wants to make you happy by actually knowing some things (that you already do know) and loves seeing your eyes lit up from his actions. Dont worry, he still likes hearing you talking - internet doesnt win this time! He also doesnt care if you change your obsessions over and over again or if fhey last 2 days or even a month, he is still cool with that and still supports you! Dunno, maybe its just me but i feel like he is the type of person to know all this little funny facts about random things, so maybe he will actually hit in your interests?? Even if he supports you, then he still helps you with normal things too! Understands how hard it is to pull you away from it so he will do his best to make this small duties funny and pleasant.

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[cupidsdisiac]

"Which door am I at?"

Good boy Thoma as Ghost face?

Planned before hand.

MDNI

Thoma, your lovely boyfriend, has always loved scary movies and you well you indulged in his horror movie marathons. One day he asks you if you wanna try something. But he never did tell you when...

Today was definitely exhausting and much as you wanted to go straight to bed you couldn't. Due to work you sweat a bit more than usual today. October was a busy month at your job...

So you go shower. You take your phone with you. After a long shower you put on a robe... You get a call...

"Hello?..."

All you can hear on the other side is heavy breathing

"look if this is a joke I'm not in the mood..."

"What door am I at?"

"Excuse me?!" You say more confused than annoyed

"Look I'm not in the mood for-"

"Which door am I at?" The voice said on the other line

"Well are you outside?" You say in a suspicious tone. Now paranoid as you feel like someone is watching you.

"Am I?" The voice on the other side says with a chuckle.

Just then you feel two hands grab you and drag you into your room.

"Looks like you've run out of time" says the man as his voice echos off the phone.

"wait? Who are you?" You ask

"You know me but I don't think you'll find out now" the man sounds familiar to you. You can't really tell who it is by the ghost face mask.

He has a death grip on your hands pinned against the bed.

"Please don't kill me..." You plead as you start crying.

Just then a hand caresses your thigh. The cold leather of the glove caressing your thighs makes you squirm underneath the man as he starts to straddle your thighs.

"I won't hurt you I just wanna play..." His grip on your wrist tightens.

"what I pretty little robe you got on... Got anything under it?" The hand on your thigh goes to the ribbon on your robe.

Before you can say anything he undoes the ribbon and opens your robe he takes in your form.

"my my gotta say baby you look too good right now" his gloved hands caress your body and make you feel hot wherever he's touching.

He takes off one of his gloves and reaches down to your hole as he starts to stretch you out.

"what are you doing" you squirm underneath him

"I have a boyfriend" you squirm harder and you hear Thomas laugh.

Hearing his laugh made you squeeze the fingers that were stretching you.

"Its be baby don't be scared remember we said that we would do this? Well here we are" he laughs sadistically. "Like I said I won't hurt you"

You look closer and under the moonlight you can see his green eyes looking down at you like prey. Tears still staining your cheeks.

"you know you look pretty when you cry" he laughs lowly against your ear.

He lifts his robe up to reveal his hard length against your thighs. He starts to slowly put it in as he watches tears slowly coming to a stop from you.

"At first I felt bad for making you cry but as you can see I kinda started to like seeing those tears from you" you can tell he's smirking under the mask.

This is your boyfriend the same boyfriend who calls you pretty and brings you flowers. The same boyfriend who babies you and takes care of you. He's the exact same man who's on top of you right now getting off to your tears.

He starts to slowly thrust into you. His hand let's go of your wrist and starts to caress your body slowly and lovingly.

"Come on baby... You have no idea how sexy you looked crying... Fuck I wouldn't mind making you cry more often..."

You'd be lying if you said his words weren't making you squirm in pleasure at the thought. His thrust start to get more and more aggressive. As you start to cry but not from feeling scared but from pleasure. You close your eyes and Thoma takes this as an opportunity to lightly choke you.

You let out a choked moan at this and grab his wrist. You look up at his and his thrust get faster and harder.

"That's is pretty just like that... Such a good baby for me" he pants heavily.

His length starts to throbbing inside you. He's so close you can feel it and so are you.

"Thoma tighter please" You beg.

"What was that sweetheart? What do you want tighter? I can feel you tightening around me for sure" you can hear the smirk in his voice and you tighten around him.

"Choke me tighter please Thoma" you beg louder

You hear him let out a sadistic laugh and tighten his grip around your neck as he starts to thrust sloppy but still hitting all your good spots.

With one more thrust deeper and harder into you he bottoms out and lets his cum out deep inside. He feels you cum too. He takes off the mask.

"You did so good for me baby" he peppers you with kisses and gentle caresses. "Maybe next time we can try something else" he laughs

[slasher-male-wife]

I came up with another idea for a request!

Could i get the Sinclair twins, Jason, Bubba, Thomas and Billy and Stu (if it's not too much, i really just couldn't pick ╥﹏╥) with a s/o who is usually really sweet, pacifistic (tho they always look out for them so nothing wrong happens) but once their lover gets injured by a victim, they get so mad and scared for their slasher that they jump to protect them and end up killing the victim themselves amd even if they end up getting injured, they don't even care, they go up to their lover to ask them if they are okay and take care of them.

I hope that's not too much ╥﹏╥ it's kinda specific.

I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself! ♡

I've been wanting to do something a little darker on here and this is perfect. I'm not the proudest of how this turned out. I feel like it's too fast paced and like messy but I know y'all like my writing anyway. Also I drew up blank when I tried to come up with something for Billy and Stu so I'm gonna write something for them later to make up for it.

Slashers s/o's killing for them

Includes: The Sinclair twins, Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, and Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: Murder, violence, strong language, it gets graphic

Bo Sinclair

You knew you had to act quick. A new tourist caught on a bit too soon and attacked Bo. The man grabbed a wrench and hit Bo's leg hard. He continued to beat Bo while you watched frozen in fear. You pulled out the small hand gun Bo gave you and aim for the man. You quickly fire a few shots at him and he's on the ground withing seconds, screaming in pain and trying to make an escape. You quickly catch up however and shoot him in the head. You drop the gun and turn your attention to Bo.

You get down on his level where he's sitting and roll up his pant leg. Nothing looks out of place but you can see the red spots where bruises will form within the next day or two.

"Oh Bo I'm so sorry honey! I'll get you fixed up I promise ok? Do you think anythings broken?" Bo's eyes are fixed on the body of the man you just killed. The blood pooling around him. You killed someone to save him. You did that just to ensure he lived.

"It hurts like hell but I think I'm fine darlin'. Hit me good in my leg and on my ribs."

"Do you think you can get up? We need to get you ice."

"Go get Vincent to help me up. I need support from both sides."

"Alright Bo. I'm so sorry I let this happen to you." You leave him with a kiss and run out of the station. Bo looks back at the body near him. He smiles. You really are a Sinclair now.

Vincent Sinclair

You knew a victim escaped and went into the house of wax. Armed with a shotgun you made your way inside. It's dark out and somewhat hard to see inside. You hear a soft groaning noise and when you round the corner you find someone stabbing Vincent in the stomach. "Get the hell away from him!" You yell catching the woman's attention. She stabs him once again, getting him to fall to the ground before rushing over to you, tackling you to the ground.

You drop the gun and you get the knife out of her hand. She's on top of you strangling you but you're quick to flip her over and hit her straight on the face. You hit her over and over again until you grab the shotgun and slam the end of it into her face, over and over again until she's only a bloody pulp. You try to wipe the blood off your face only to put more on. You toss away the gun and rush to Vincent. She hit him thankfully no where important but he's still bleeding quick.

"Oh fuck Vinny ok ok fuck fuck fuck!" You take off your jacket and press it down on his wound, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck I can't lose you!" You hear the door open, "Bo get some bandages quick!" You yell out to him. He rushes into the room lowering his gun. He looks at what once was the woman who escaped and back to you.

"Did you kill 'er?" He asks surprised. You turn to look at him and the blood on your face and hands tells him all he needs to know.

"Bo get some fucking bandages right now!" He sees Vincent's state and makes his way to Vincent's workshop. They thankfully keep first aid there. You take off Vincent's mask and carefully place it down. You keep one hand pressed down on the wounds and one on his thigh artery.

"You're not gonna die ok? You're not gonna fucking die," Vincent puts his hand on yours and you look into his eye, "I love you so much. I'm not gonna let you die."

Jason Voorhees

You're reading in the cabin. Jason went out awhile ago. It's not uncommon for him to not return until late into the night, even though it's only 4 pm. You hear a thump outside and yelling. You set your book down and listen. There's another thump and more yelling. You get up and walk to the weapons you keep in a locked cabinet for emergencies. You pull out an ax and make your way outside.

"Jason?" You call out. You know he's fine because well, he's Jason, but you still have to be sure, "Jason are you ok?" You round the corner and find someone slashing as Jason as he backs away. You quickly run up and swing the ax into the persons head. Blood squirts and leaks and you pull it out as they fall to the ground. You drop the ax and run up to your boyfriend. He's thankfully only got a few gashes on his chest, "Oh Jason! Jason oh baby shit we've gotta get you cleaned up!" You take his hand and lead him inside while he looks back at the person you just killed. You sit him on the couch and rush off to get the first aid kit, "Take off your Shirt and Jacket!" You yell to him.

He takes them off and you return with the first aid kit. You put gauze over the cuts and apply pressure. Blood starts to seep through and you add more. Within three minutes the bleeding stops, "Ok I'm almost done we've just gotta clean them," You rush to the kitchen and fill one bowl with soapy water and other with plain water. You grab a clean towel and go back to the living room. You dip the towel in the soapy water and clean the wounds gently, "I know this might hurt but I don't want it to get infected," After cleaning it you wash out the soap with the water. You wrap up the cuts and look back into Jason's eyes, "I promise to never let anyone hurt you ever again ok?"

Bubba Sawyer

After hearing yelling from Bubba you grow worried. He has a victim in the kitchen with him. You had to see what was going on in there. You quietly open the door and find the victim swinging at Bubba and he lands a stab on his hand.

You quietly grab a knife from the counter. Swiftly you grab them from behind and stab them in the neck. You pull it out and stab it in again over and over again until the fall from your arms. Despite being covered in blood you rush over to Bubba and look at his hand. He's bleeding a lot and you grab a rag and wrap it around his cut.

"Oh Bubba baby I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry they hurt you! I should've been here for you!" Bubba's forgotten about the cuts and is stunned that you brutally killed someone. He never thought his s/o would kill for him. He looks back to you, soaked in blood, wrapping up his wounds and love blooms in his heart. "Ok you got stabbed but it's not that deep thank god," You apply pressure to the cut and to the main vein in his wrist, "Drayton bring some bandages to the kitchen!" You call out, " You're gonna be ok, you're gonna be ok. I promise."

Thomas Hewitt

You're upstairs reading a book when you hear a noise from the basement. It's not uncommon but something inside of you told you to go check it out. You set down your book and quietly walk downstairs. You find Thomas holding his right arm and a man holding a knife. You knew he hurt Thomas and you had to do something about it. You spot his chainsaw on the table and you quietly grab it.

You rev up the chainsaw in your hands and the man turns around. You get it running and shove it deep into his chest and out the other side. You pull it upwards and through his shoulder. After a few seconds when you come too you turn off the chainsaw and set it down. You run to Thomas and take off your button up shirt to wrap around his gash, leaving you in your under shirt. The cold of the basement stings at your arms but you have to help your boyfriend first.

"Oh Tommy, baby I'm so sorry! God I should have been here to help you! I don't think you'll need stitches but you'll need to get it wrapped up ok honey? Oh fuck baby I'm so sorry!" You take his other hand and lead him upstairs, compleatly ignoring the body of the man you just killed. You take him into the kitchen and sit him down. You check the gash and thank god it's stopped bleeding, "Ok just wait here and I'll be back," You fill two bowls with water and add soap to one. You grab a rag and some bandages before going back to Thomas. You clean his wounds and wrap them up, "Oh Tommy honey I'm so sorry. I swear I'll never let anyone hurt you like that ever again."

[cosmichoneyz]

bbc ghosts sexual/romantic/gender orientation headcanons because i think about them way too much

spoilers none of them are straight

thomas - bi. this isn't up for debate as a bi person and thomas thorne enjoyer this is real actually. his intense rivalry with byron????? that time he was trying to wake up mike by prodding his .. uh .. region when he was asleep in the burglary episode???? and the ICONIC line "most of my dreams are about women!!" he even dresses like a bisexual with the curly hair and little waistcoat (i know he dresses like a georgian romantic poet. my only consensus is that all georgian romantic poets were bisexual which checks out actually) he would like using he/they idk but he still identifies as cis

the captain - gay. yeah this one's canon idk what to say. man kisser. he draws little pictures of havers in his army notebook. he/him cis

pat - either omnisexual or maybe comphet gay not sure actually. i do think he did genuinely love carol but whether he was forcing himself to feel that way because of heteronormativity is up for debate. cap loves him either way (i love my dead queer autistic dads) he/him cis

kitty - comphet lesbian. this is also very real. she constantly talks about men and dating but it comes across as super performative to me. lolly adefope being a huge ally also makes me kinda go. yeah. she loves women. her and thomas bi and lesbian besties. she/her cis

mary - comphet aro lesbian her and annie were dating (annie is also a lesbian) she's a little silly i miss her so much UGH. her canon crush in mike was just heteronormativity to me tbh. she/her cis

julian - bi. the only queer tory to ever exist. robin is his husband and we stan a toxic bisexual. also the scene with mike in the burglary ep again ... Yeah. he/him cis but he would say MY PRONOUNS ARE UK just to annoy everyone

robin - unlabelled he just loves everyone. this goes for gender identity as well he just doesn't care. be like robin! any/all pronouns and genderfluid

humphrey - i actually don't know but he's definitely queer in some way just look at his hair. he/him cis

fanny - comphet lesbian COMPHET LESBIANNNNN the internalised rant she goes on in the s2 finale about queer people like fanny i know what you are .... she's just scared to admit it because of george. i believe in lesbian grandma passing her gay wisdom on to lesbian granddaughter (kitty) supremacy. she/her cis

bonus: alison (she/her) and mike (he/him) are cishet but they're huge allies and would probably set up a big pride parade at button house if one of the ghosts asked. love that for them

i am so normal. sorry i made almost of all them cis i'm cis so i can't really think of many headcanons on the gender identity side. i have seen people hc cap as trans tho so that's pretty neat. thank you for reading my rambles

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 51

Chapter 51: “B06-32, Part 1”

Nothing like giving us a grand view on how vast this world is by showing just how tiny we really are. And they’re not concerned by the giant birds at all..? I guess everything becomes less scary once you’ve dealt with demons.

I’ll never understand the reason behind Don and his broom. How will something like that help you outside here sir?? Is this your weapon of choice? It might be, I dunno. Apparently Emma, Ray & Gilda are the only ones who are carrying bows at the moment. Anime gave one to every child though. Casual reminder that I love Chris.

Double the head pats! Double the warm feelings in my heart!

Sonju telling this piece of advice to Thoma & Lani as if he’s signaling them out because he already knows after these past six days they’re troublemakers. And Nat just because he tends to get scared at everything.

Error 404: Seven Walls not found. It still frustrates me to this day the anime left the whole arc out.. it was one I was the most excited about, alongside Goldy Pond of course.

They did make the amulet look pretty though I guess. Kinda want one for myself but I always forget to look for one.

With all the parental figures these kids encounter, they sure can’t find a decent one. Isabella walked them to their death, Mujika wanted to take them back to the farm, and Sonju straight up craves their own kids. Hell, even Yuugo shoots his gun at Emma and Ayshe’s father originally stole her to be eaten. All of them got some kind of flaw(s), but then again, at least we get someone like Lucas. Oh, and Alex too.. eventually.

I really love this moment when Emma’s thinking of all of her family; not only the ones currently with her, but the ones they left behind at the house and those they already lost.

Uh huh, you guys are certainly in the right place. The one mistake is how one bunker dad isn’t here as he should be and has gone missing from the anime for who knows what kind of reason!

Favorite panel/moment:

I won’t lie, I was gonna put Ray’s dual head pats here, but then I saw this panel of Chris being a smartass to Don and I’ve laughed at it for a good couple minutes now.

[osgoodsblog]

So I caved and watched episode two already (thoughts under the cut)

The episode immediately starting off with people working the fields made me realise straight away what was happening in terms of flashbacks. Then we see Mary and their comments of “she talks to herself and she’s always alone” oh my heart.

Of course they didn’t show the actual trials only that these two were planning to set her up for the crops failing so they wouldn’t get blamed. But then in episode three Mary is very indignant about the fact she “took the blame for something she didn’t do”. I thought we might get another flashback here, but I can understand why they didn’t want to show the actual trial cos they want to keep the show family friendly and they showed just enough that you knew what was going to happen but nothing too bad as to scare any kids watching I guess. Perhaps further on we might get a little more. Anyway, the fact that Mary kept to herself even in death for the first 50 years or so was so sad. It looks like it was just her and Robin and Humphrey at this time. She did interact with Humphrey at least since we saw her pick him up off the stairs but then he starts a dialogue with himself as if she was asking about his day so maybe she didn’t speak at all during this time? Then Annie comes along and oh my heart I love them so much. I love that Annie was the one to help Mary find her voice and become the sassy little gremlin we all know and love. Also whoever’s decision it was to bring Bridget Christie back, I love you. She was so good in this role, interestingly we see both Annie’s death and her ‘moving on’ in the same episode. The fact it happened whilst Annie and Mary were just taking a walk in the grounds and talking about things, oh poor Mary I felt for her so much. I wonder if Annie’s death made her retreat back into her shell for a little while, also wonder the timeline of her death cos we know she was still there when Thomas died and at that point most of the main ghosts were already dead but did she meet Pat or Julian? It is a shame anyway and I kinda hope we might get to see Annie again before the series ends. I guess the way to do it when you can’t add new characters so easily is through flashbacks like this. Still worry the main ghosts might move on by the end I think that would break me, lol.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you please write a part 2 to this

https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/668066068238073856/can-you-please-write-something-where-campbell-and

Part one

I didn't know where to take this... so I went back to when she first wakes up and goes through the recovery. How the family try to help her. Pretty much just straight hurt/comfort.

Thanks for requesting this! I really enjoyed going back and adding more detail to the situation. Hope you enjoy XOXO

Warnings: *Explicit Drug use, mild violence, description of injuries, nightmares, grief, recovery, getting better, Orgasm while on pain meds, fingering.

Part two:

I decided to rewrite the ending as I kinda just jumped back to happy ending everything is fine. But re-reading it obviously she wouldn't be sitting at the table by lunch.

Your eyes opened but you weren't awake.

You were somewhere far away, as if you were observing the ceiling of your bedroom at the end of a long tunnel. Your vision wasn’t the best, it felt spotty and out of focus. But that horrid wallpaper was unmistakable. This was your room, your attention moved to your bed. You couldn't feel its usual comfort. You couldn't really feel anything. You could have been lying in a painting of your room, but that was a ridiculous thought.

Cold hands were placed on your thigh and your eyes snapped to see a man leaning towards the bed trying to speak to you. He was handsome and young, nice suit, but certainly not your husband. Stupid man, he should know better than to come into your bedroom and try to touch you.

Without any control you hit him as hard as you could. There was a commotion and finally the face you’d been waiting for was in focus, if only he could speak louder. He cradled your face, looking so panicked. If Thomas was scared, things were very bad. Very bad indeed.

You wanted to comfort him, protect him from this man. But your vision started to fade again, it was too much.

_______

You came in and out of focus, back to that same painting of your room. Most of the time Tommy was there reading to you or half sleeping. Warmth radiated off of his body and seeped into your numb skin. This sensation was a comfort that compared to nothing else, it was the only area of your body that had feeling in it. It felt like his life force was caressing your corpse. Maybe you were dead.

Other times you’d see Polly there, cleaning you up. Her hands were never cold as they brushed over your skin. She spoke to you in a strange language, it was heavy and smelled like flowers and spices. Her voice would drift into your head like a church choir singing in Latin. Her words would bring you back slightly, as if they had summoned fresh air back into the room forcing it into your lungs.

A hot hand was pressed to your chest and you eyes flew open and your lungs heaved.

“That’s it. Come back love.” You heard his voice clearly for the first time in so long.

“Tommy?” Your voice scratched out of your dry throat.

“It’s me, love.” His hand stayed firmly on your chest exactly where you wanted it. His free hand brushed hair behind your ear.

Fire light danced across the ceiling and the room was filled with that same heavy smell. Polly’s voice was back speaking words that only your body understood, her fingers ran across your forehead leaving it prickling.

“Where am I?” You asked as well as you could manage.

“At home” He responded but his voice sounded wet.

“I know this is my home” You took a deep breath enjoying the way your lungs stretched and burned with the strange air. “Am I dead?”

“No.” You realized then that he was crying. His grip on you was deliciously painful, but his hands were shaking as if he was trying to hold you to this earth.

“Don’t let me slip away then. I know I’m heavy but I’d like to stay here.” He made a choking sound that hurt you somewhere deep in your stomach.

“Not going to let you go anywhere. You just keep fighting eh? You're a Shelby. You're going to stay here with me.” He murmured.

“Nothing to fight. anymore” There was a radiating sensation running through you. Slowly your body woke up. You tried to sit up and made it almost the full way before getting light headed. Your vision swayed but you enjoyed the feeling, it meant there was blood moving in your body.

His hands caught you helping you lean forward and you groaned. He held you like that for a long while, one firm hand on your chest and the other placed on your back.

You took in your awareness. You had heavy necklaces draped across your neck, you were wearing a soft black fabric that gave you the missing information. You were going to die, but chose not to. Polly and Tommy kept the door open for you to choose.

“I’m not dead.” You said out loud, your voice sounding like your own for the first time. You felt Tommy place a kiss on your bare shoulder. “Why do I feel so heavy.”

“Gave you some painkillers love.”

“Shit - this stuff - this stuff is wow-” You didn't know how to describe it. Your body was pulsing in a strange way.

“You want to rest?” You thought about his words, in all honesty you wanted him badly. The pulsing, the raw ache in your stomach. You wanted him very badly. You didn’t know what to say so you nodded. He helped you lay back. You head resting on the strange pillow.

You felt Polly grip your face tightly, her eyes bore into yours and you felt like everything your brain had ever thought was somehow on display.

“You chose to stay. Rest now.” Her words felt like the ending of a book. They were final words and you felt comfort knowing that whatever this was, was over. She placed a kiss on your forehead and spoke to Tommy in Romani.

She shut the door softly and you settled yourself against Tommy’s strong body. He held you tightly which only made the burning sensation in your veins intensify.

“Can you help me” Your fingers searched through the soft quilts to find his hand.

“ ‘course” He looked at you with searching eyes. Your fingers found his wrist and you pulled his hand where you wanted it. “No, You need to rest.” He seemed equally worried and amused by the situation. All you felt was burning desperation.

“Please just touch me.” You whimpered, he sighed and you didn't understand what there was to think about. You barely lasted against his fingers, his arm kept you firmly crushed against him. The air in your lungs was his air, the heat in your body was his. Feeling etched its way through your limbs and you felt your muscles tense and contract. It was heavily layered with something not from this world, he pushed your body over the edge and your mind rocked and swayed. All the connections established themselves, the emptiness in your stomach filled with a sense of love.

You felt the efforts made to hold you here and basked in your husband's warmth knowing it was the sun to your world.

You fell asleep against him.

_______

You woke up the next morning light pouring through the curtains. A wave of sensations crashed upon your body. You needed the toilet, and your stomach growled painfully.

You sat up and felt your body protest. You felt stiff and your muscles were still bruised. Tommy’s arms found you instantly.

“I need to use the water closet.” You mumbled. He got you up and out of bed, you expected him to leave but he closed the door behind you. There was a black scarf covering the mirror. Strange things seemed to be glaring in your face, but you couldn't bring yourself to question it just yet. Tommy picked you up once you were done and carried you back to the bed.

“Gonna get a bath sorted for you, love. And get you some breakfast. Just don't move” You did as you were told.

He got you into the bath and you snacked on a piece of toast. Your body was a poor sight. Large dark bruises covered your body and cuts ran up your arms.

You should probably ask about that. You thought to yourself, but your gut told you that it was not his doing so you didn’t care just yet.

“I have some business to attend to. If I leave you with Pol, Ada, and Esme will ya be alright till I get back?”

Your body suddenly prepared for a fight, you didn't want him to leave you. Not ever.

“You’ll come back?” He nodded. “When?”

“By tonight.” He answered seriously. You nodded.

“They gave you some heavy stuff. If you start to come down just remember that I'll be home soon eh? Do everything that Polly tells you to.”

“Okay” It sounded simple enough. You ate half a loaf of bread, three eggs, a sausage, and some fruit. You felt so full and sore that falling asleep seemed to be the only reasonable task.

Things were blissful, till the nightmares set in. You felt the way your body had crumbled under the man hundreds of times. Over and over. Your body stung where he had hit you. Esme laid next to you, trying to comfort you while you slipped in and out. Tommy took her place once he was home.

Three days you were like that. In and out of your mind. By the fourth day you were desperate to keep moving. Laying in bed felt like a prison, your mind needed a task so it could fully embrace the fact that it was over. You were too scared to go outside just yet, and avoided the kitchen.

You were well enough that Charlie was back on your hip at all times. He needed you more than ever and you desperately hoped that his little mind wasn’t able to hold memories yet. You couldn't stomach the thought of him carrying that for the rest of his life.

Tommy came home that day and handed you a very large project. A house.

Johnny dogs wanted to set up on the river at the far edge of the property. You’d responded before Tommy could, and soon you had him by the river. You got to pick the maids and the cooks.

The decorating, all of it was up to you. With Charlie on your hip the two of you put together a classy house, with warmer areas like the kitchen, bedroom, study, and a living room. All the rest of the house was for show, for dinner pastries and nonsense. But those other rooms were for the family.

Charlie was soon obsessed with the stables and the three horses that lived there. You spent many afternoons resting in the overcast comforted by their presence.

You would have random attacks, night terrors, hallucinations….. Tommy and the boys seemed to understand it very well.

A car backfired out front of the betting shop. The loud noise cut through your body like knives. All the air rushed out of your chest and you couldn't remember how to breathe. You had the sudden urge to climb under your desk into a ball.

Arthur’s hands landed on your shoulders and you were grateful he caught your punch before it landed on his jaw.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. Just the band kicking up. That's all, love.” He awkwardly prevented you from sitting down. “Gotta stand up straight when it happens.”

You tried to stand as tall as you could, and he pushed your shoulders back a little bit. Your body fought you hard, every muscle started to shake, you wanted to collapse against him. You started to sway slightly.

“Nah! You gotta stand straight, love. ‘Sthe only thing to stop it.” He stood with you for a few minutes and you were amazed the shaking stopped. You took a deep breath. John came through to your office.

“Ah got the shakes eh? It will pass with time.” He answered easily, but in his eyes you could see he felt for you.

“I hope so. Sorry for almost -” You gestured towards his face.

“You wouldn't be the first Shelby, and won't be the last love.” He chuckled, patting you on the back.

__

You woke up and rang Polly in the middle of the night unable to help yourself.

“Thomas?” She answered in an annoyed tone.

“No It’s me” You were unable to bring your voice above a whisper. Your nightgown was stuck to your skin, the air in the study was cold making you shiver.

“What’s wrong, love?” She answered worriedly. You took a deep breath and tried to stand up tall like Arthur showed you.

“I had a dream that my stomach fell out. A big red hole in my torso. A man took your necklace from my neck and I bled out in the field behind the house.” You dragged the phone over to the couch lighting a fire. You paced the room with your shoulders back, trying to remember all the details of the dream.

“Hmmm I don't think it’s about the future, I think it’s about losing the baby.” She answered softly. It comforted you as she went into detail about why it would be about the past.

“What about the necklace? If it’s taken from my neck I’ll die right?” Your voice quivered slightly. You heard Polly make a strange sound on the other side of the phone.

“No love. You could have taken that off once you woke up. I should have told you that. You chose to stay, it's something that won’t be unwritten till long after I’m gone.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and tried to take the necklace off, but couldn't. “Polly, I can't take it off. I just can’t” She chuckled softly.

“Then don't. I’ll come by tomorrow to look at it.” She responded.

“Sorry for waking you. Thank you.”

“Anytime love” She wished you a good sleep and you felt betting knowing she would be back in the morning.

You thought of going back up to bed but couldn't manage. So you paced the room trying to keep a steady pace, keep your body straight.

You jumped when you caught Tommy’s appearance in the doorway. It was almost enough to send you back into a fit but you just kept walking.

“Career change? Thinking of being a model?” He lit a cigarette and leaned on the edge of his desk.

“Arthur said it’s the only way to stop the shakes. Just have to stand straight, breathe even.”

“That’s what Arthur said eh?” You nodded. He was quiet for a long moment and you realized this probably looked like insanity. Thoughts of him putting you in a home ran through you threatening to take over.

“I’m not crazy - I just-” You started to lose control.

“Stop that.” He motioned for you to keep walking. “This isn’t crazy, this is surviving. There’s a big difference. I’m sorry I did this to ya.”

“It’s alright. I’m tough, I’ll make a way through this.” You mumbled, focused on keeping a steady pace. You and him revisited the conversation you had been avoiding. You didn’t blame him. His intentions were good, and he was working as hard as he could to prevent it from happening again. The family was closer than ever now.

There was a knock at the front door and you got to the floor immediately. All the air was gone. You heard Tommy grab his gun and go to the door.

“What a greeting. Is she still up?” Polly’s voice called up and you forced your body to get up off the carpet.

“You just scared her half to death but she’s up.”

It was a struggle but you righted yourself and brushed the stray ashes off your white pajama set. You started to pace again. Polly came in and took in your form.

“You won’t be like this forever.” She said calmly. She walked up to you and took the black necklace from your neck. You fought the urge to fight her. She pulled our forehead against hers and pulled a necklace from her neck over her head onto yours.

“You’ll be fine. You're strong enough to be fine.” Her words put you at ease. You looked at her, she was in her nightgown with a large fir jacket. She must have driven over as soon as you ended the phone call. You gave her a big hug.

Tommy was good intentioned, but ambitious. Sure he got you dragged into all sorts of situations, most of them scary. But he loved you like a husband should love his wife. Polly loved you like a mother should love her daughter, his brothers were your brothers. All of this love you were deprived of growing up, it was worth the risks that were frequently taken.

You did get better, slowly at first, and then suddenly. Things drifted away somewhere they could only rarely go up against you. When they did you were ready.

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*** Disclaimer I feel like my stories have been pretty heavy on the Polly love. Really missing her and struggling from my own losses. Needing some motherly love these days. Anyway! I hope this isn't bothersome.

[emtornado]

I'm cancelling majority of Season 4 of Miraculous. INSTEAD...

Oh my gods, I just saw the trailer for 'Hack-san' and I AM SO ANNOYED RIGHT NOW!!!

As far as I am concerned right now, I will accept SOME parts of this season.

Telling Alya? Questionable but okay

Luka getting to know? This will help them in the future cuz Luka is awesome.

Chat getting sidelined? Heartbreaking but okay fine, I'll take it.

ALYA BECOMING LADYBUG? BITCH NO.

This show is about Ladybug and Cat Noir- Marinette and Adrien.

For me, Season 4 right now is gonna be Chat being heartbroken cuz wtf man, his lady is being distant as fuck. Being Chat Noir always gave him a sense of freedom, but now he feels more and more like Adrien as Chat as well, trapped and useless to everyone around him.

So my dude goes and tells Ladybug that he can't do this. It's too much and she has Rena Rouge, Carapace and the others to help her. He is not important anymore, so it'll be fine if he gives his miraculous back to her.

Ladybug is shocked. She never wanted this. The main reason she was staying away from Chat is because of all the mental damage she suffered from Chat Blanc, because them being close, them being in love, basically destroyed the world.

So she sits there and she listens to her best friend (cuz Chat is her best friend, not Alya, fight me Thomas Astruc) say that he is gonna leave her, and she just kinda freezes.

Chat being Chat, sees this and goes to her being like, "Milady are you okay "

and before he finishes, he sees that she is basically having a panic attack and she's not breathing (duh. The number of expectations this kid, YES KID SHE'S LIKE 14, has is heartbreaking and she's been bordering on Anxiety and Depression for too long) and has tears streaming down her face and Chat immediately goes and hugs her and helps her through it (Imma stick to the 5-4-3-2-1 technique cuz its been effective for me).

After that happens they finally show some vulnerability to each other, and Ladybug finally tells him about Chat Blanc and how she's basically traumatised because of it.

Chat is heartbroken.

He never thought that him loving Ladybug could have such drastic consequences, and so he asks her if she wants him away. She could choose another Chat Noir, but this time so the fate of the flipping world doesn't hang in the balance, and after like a few more hours of opening up to each other, they decide that Ladybug and Chat Noir will always be Ladybug and Chat Noir. Best friends, partners and each other's solace.

Nothing else. At least until Hawkmoth is defeated.

And so they both go home, and Marinette is finally at peace cuz her partner is her partner again and she doesn't have to do all the unnecessary crap of having new superheroes in every new episode.

Adrien on the other hand is defeated as fuck. My man is so sad and he doesn't know what to do. He can't talk to Nino about this, he can't talk to Alya about this (they're just not that close, honestly) and he doesn't know what to do.

So, he bribes Plagg with a wheel of Camembert and transforms before going to the one person he trusts as much as he trusts Ladybug (3 guesses who lol)

Marinette is a little surprised to see her partner less than half an hour after having a huge talk with him. Of course, Chat doesn't know that and he just wants a friendly face who he knows will listen to him without an ounce of judgement.

And so Mari invites him in for passionfruit croissants she definitely made for Adrien that morning and makes them both comfortable in her room.

And then Chat talks.

He talks about how alienated he felt, he talks about how scared he is and he doesn't stop talking to Marinette until they're both just wrapped around each other, asleep, leeching off of each other's warmth cuz getting up to take the blanket was just too much work.

In the middle of the night, Plagg detransforms and goes to the other Kwamis to look at these two dumbass kids, who have way too much weight on their shoulders.

As the sun rises, Plagg (after being told by Tikki to 'be subtle for fucks sake, Plagg') gently wakes Adrien up, and Adrien leaves a note for Marinette, thanking her for listening to him, and leaves again.

And then, they go about their days as usual. Go to school, fight Akumas side by side, with a little extra help from Rena Rouge and any other hero, but people in Paris can see that it's The Ladybug and Chat Noir team once more.

And at night if the two heroes spend a little extra time together, as Chat Noir and Marinette, then nobody knows about it.

ON THE OTHER HAND, Alya is getting a little annoyed (just like we did with her lol) and straight-up asks Marinette what was the point of telling her all this if she was just gonna use her as a sidekick and Marinette (who has a lot more confidence considering during day time Adrien boosts her ego, and at night Chat does it) just goes "cuz you are a sidekick...? Your job, along with every other hero I give the miraculous to is to help Chat and me." (is this a little OOC for Mari? I don't care lmao)

Alya bristles and goes on to make a series of bad decisions to prove that she is vital to the tram, but she only adds a lot of drama smh.

OKAY BACK TO CHAT AND MARI. Gods they are SO in love. These two fools really do friends to lovers properly and cutely. Mari unknowingly gets over her crush on Adrien, and develops one on Chat instead, never realising that she fell in love with the same idiot.

And Adrien? Gods, he doesn't know how he never SAW Mari. Funny Mari who always beats him in Videogames and always gives him the best food (cuz gabby is a dick and doesn't feed his son enough) and gives the best hugs and always comes to every single tournament of his to cheer him on and laughs at all his puns and talks to him every night until they fall asleep together, either in each other's arms or over the phone. (If you think Adrien didn't get another phone just so he could talk to Mari as Chat at night and to send her memes during his photoshoot, then you're lying to yourself, bestie.)

And so one night, they kiss.

And everything seems so, so right.

And then they both get an akuma alert so Chat has to go asap, and Mari quickly transforms to meet him. They get there, and Rena Rouge is there, but with different colours and Ladybug and Chat Noir are confused cuz you know.

This is their friend. Their ally.

And then Rena turns around and says,

"Hello, Marinette."

End of Season.

Okay yeah, thanks for reading that. If I ever get the time I'm making this a full fanfic hehe

[strangerquinns]

bro i’ll take any bucky writing from you but some protective bucky is my favorite i think, like say him and reader have the same friend group and they’re not that close but kinda are and like one night they’re all out for drinks and some creep or maybe even reader’s ex tries to talk to or touch reader and she just gets uncomfortable and scared but then bucky’s there to literally save her and like takes her home and make sure she’s okay🥺 i don’t know just some cute shit like that makes me WEAK

warning: language |  fluff + protective 1940s Bucky, pre-war, slight angst |  Bucky Masterlist | words: 2.3k+

You and Steve have been friends for as long as you could remember. Your mother always told you that the two of you were best friends since birth. Your mothers were friends, you grew up in the same apartment building, and stayed connected through life. Naturally, when you were best friends with Steve Rogers, you were friends with James Barnes.

You sighed softly as you walked out of the diner, locking the door tightly behind you, before heading down the street. You smiled when you saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall, his head down but the street lights making the blonde hair on his head seem to glow. The sound of your heels clicking against the sidewalk caused his head to look up towards yours.

"Steve, what are you doing here? Hiding again?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No. Thought I would walk you home, we're going in the same direction and I hate knowing that you're walking alone at night."

A soft smile came across your lips before nodding your head, the two of you falling into stride as you headed towards your apartments right outside of downtown Brooklyn. The two of you walked in silence for a moment, before Steve spoke up.

"Whatever happened to that Thomas, guy?" He asked, "Haven't seen him hanging around in the shadows for a few days now."

You sighed heavily as you rolled your eyes, "Thomas and I are no longer a thing, not after I found him and Doris Andrews making out."

Steve frowned "That's a shame. You deserve better than that."

"Thanks, Steve," You two turned down your street and heading straight for the apartment building. "But seems there are no more good men left in Brooklyn for me."

"That's not true," Steve spoke.

You shrugged your shoulders as you unlocked the gate, the two of you staying silence the rest of the way up. Your apartment came up first, the two of you stopping, as you turned towards him.

"Wanna come inside? I still have leftovers, was gonna heat 'em up for dinner." You spoke as you unlocked the door.

But before he could even speak with an answer, his name came from above the two of you. You looked up towards the floor above you to see Bucky leaning and staring down the two of you. You felt your whole body go hot as he smiled down towards you, his blue eyes shining

"Come on man, the show has already started."

"Yeah, yeah. Coming up!" Steve shouted back.

"Hey, Y/N," Bucky spoke, a smirk on his lips

"H-Hi Buck."

You knew that your cheeks were hot with blush as you looked back towards him, ducking your head as you finished opening your door. Bucky pulled away from the railing before heading back into Steve's apartment that was on the floor above yours. When Steve looked back towards you, he couldn't stop and laugh that slipped through his lips.

"What?" You looked towards him with a slight glare.

"Nothing, just need to stop being so obvious." Steve laughed

You rolled your eyes before walking into your apartment and waving goodbye to Steve. You locked up and headed towards your kitchen and began to make dinner for yourself. It was true, and you knew that you couldn't hide it, you had a crush on James Buchanan Barnes. What girl in your neighborhood didn't? Though you two were friends, you never thought of yourself as someone that he'd look at with a second glance.  So instead it was a secret you kept to yourself and let it stay deep in your chest. Even if it seemed Steve had a hint of it. You knew that he'd never say anything to Bucky.

Steve walked into his apartment and shut the door behind him, Bucky sitting on the couch with a beer cracked open in his hand. He smiled towards his friend, before looking back towards the television.  Steve shrugged off his jacket and moved towards the couch and sitting down beside Bucky. The two friends sat in silence watching the fuzzy signal appearing on the small tv screen.

"Why didn't Y/N come and join?" Bucky asked, looking towards Steve, trying to keep his face unreadable.

“I didn't think she would want to, after a long day at the diner." Steve shrugged his shoulders "Why did you want her to?"

Bucky answered mumbling his words nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, and looking towards the television screen. Bucky tried to concentrate on the show in front of him but his mind kept drifting to the thoughts of you on the floor beneath him.

He knew you as Steve's childhood friend, and yes he thought of you as one too, but he wanted more. But something in Bucky's mind reminded him that he wasn't good enough for you. That you were the type of girl that deserves the world, and he wasn't able to give that to you. No matter how much Bucky wishes it weren't true.

"Just thought it would be better to spend the night with some friends instead of alone, that's all," Bucky spoke when Steve gave him a weird look.

A few weeks passed before you saw Bucky again. It was a Saturday night and all you wanted was to have a night out with friends and forget about your worries. So when your friend Jenny called you up and said everyone was heading to the bar for drinks, you gladly tagged along.

The night started perfectly, you were laughing and drinking with friends, enjoying a night out in Brooklyn - but all went sour when you saw your ex - Thomas - walking towards you. You tried to hide away from him as much as you could, but all hopes were lost when you stepped out of the bar for some fresh air.  You turned towards the side of the building, leaning against the brick wall, as you closed your eyes and felt the cool air against your skin.

"Y/N," Your eyes snapped open at the sound of your name, turning towards the sound to see Thomas standing before you. Your stomach rolled as he started to walk towards you, "Babe, I've been trying to catch you all night."

"And I've been doing the opposite." You sighed, your eyes darting around him for an escape route.

"Come on, don't be like that." He stepped closer and placed an arm on the wall beside your head, boxing you in. "We had fun together,"

"You had fun," You stepped back, deeper into the alley. "Just leave me alone, Tommy. Don't you have some other girl to go and bother?"

"They are all boring, come on, let's give it a go again." He smirked, but something about the look in his eyes made you want to throw up.  "You know you want to have fun, Y/N"

You physically gagged at the smell of the alcohol that wafted from his breath before stumbling away from him, but he only advanced more. No matter how hard you tried to pull away he only advanced closer. His hand reached for your bicep and you felt his grip tighten around it.

"Thomas! Let me go!" You screamed louder.

Bucky stepped out of the bar with his friends and frowned when he heard a scream coming from the alley beside it. His stomach dropped when he realized that the scream was coming from you, able to pick your voice out from anywhere. He'd seen you at the bar with a few of your girlfriends but didn't wanna disturb the night you were having with them. Instead, Bucky made sure to keep a protective eye out for you from afar.

Bucky turned down the alleyway and moved quickly as he saw Thomas pressing you against the wall, you trying to shove him away from you with your arms. But Thomas was bigger than you and it was like pressing against a brick wall for you. Bucky grabbed Thomas by the shoulders and pulled him as far from you as possible, slamming his back against the opposite wall. He moved to stand in front of you, glaring down towards Thomas as he tried to stand back up.

"What the hell are you doing here, Barnes?" Thomas stumbled forward

"Get the hell out of here, before I knock you back on your ass." Bucky glared towards him, his fists tightening at his side. Thomas scanned over Bucky, and quickly decided to leave, knowing that there was no point to fight. Thomas cursed under his breath before leaving out onto the street.

Bucky relaxed once he knew that he was gone, turning around towards you, seeing that you were still pressed against the wall. Your eyes wide as you stared up towards him.

"You ok?" Bucky asked, looking over your body to make sure you weren't hurt.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," You straightened out your dress before standing up more. "Thanks, Bucky."

"Of course, doll." He looked towards the street, before turning his eyes back towards you "Why don't we get out of here? I'll walk you home."

"My friends...?"

"Are going to be fine, I'll make sure one of my guys gets them home safe. Ok?"

Bucky held his hand out towards you, which you gratefully took as he leads you back onto the street. Bucky made sure to keep his grasp tight with yours as you moved back through the bar, Bucky telling his friends to keep an eye on Jenny and friends, before leaving with you. Bucky noticed your hands were shaking with his, his mind quickly thinking it was from before. But instead, it was the cause of the electrical feeling shooting through your arm. Buck felt it too but he was trying to keep his cool.

"Who was that anyway?" Bucky asked the moment you were far enough from the bar,

"Back there? Uh...my ex? If that's what you'd call him."

Bucky shook his head, "Man needs to be taught how to treat a lady."

You chuckled and nodded your head, the small sound of your laugh making a smile come across Bucky's lips. Bucky hailed down a cab for the two of you, which pulled over to the side of the curb, before allowing you inside. You noticed that during the entire drive Bucky never let go of your hand. Or the walk up the street towards your apartment complex.

"You don't have to walk me up, Buck." You spoke shyly, rummaging through your clutch for your key. "I can get in ok."

"No, no. I am walking you to your door." Bucky smiled, walking towards the gate, which you quickly followed.

The two of you climbed the stairs a comfortable silence between the two of you, with Bucky's hand still grasping yours. You wanted to hold onto this moment. To live in a daydream where you were Bucky's and he was yours entirely. But as you came upon your front door, the dream quickly slipped away.

"Well, thanks for everything Buck." You spoke softly, looking down as you unlocked the door,

"You don't even have to thank me, you know that I'm gonna be there for you?"

He looked down towards you with a look that made your heart stop for a moment, before beating wildly in your chest. You didn't trust your mouth to speak, so you just nodded your head and smiled.

"I-Is what Steve said true?" You asked, a worry been sitting in your mind since your conversation with Steve at the diner a few days ago. "That you're gonna enlist?"

Bucky leaned against the wall right beside your doorway, pursing his lips before speaking again. "If it comes down to it. Yes." You frowned, which caused Bucky to step forward slightly, caress your cheek to have you look up towards him. "You worried about me, doll?"

"Of course I am." You spoke honestly "Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged "Didn't know you cared for me that way, tis all. Thought I was just Steve's friend to you."

You blushed "You mean more than you know, Buck."

His eyes darted down to your lips and he could feel the tension thick between the two of you. But as he got the courage to take a step forward, to bend down and taste your lips, a voice cut through the moment.

"Buck?" Steve spoke coming up from the hall, causing the two of you to look towards him. "What are you doing here?"

Buck went to open his mouth to speak, but you answered for him. "He was just walking me home. We were at the same bar, didn't want me walking alone."

"I thought that was my job?" Steve teased.

But sadly Bucky took the small joke and laughs between friends as something more than it meant. Stepping back away from you and towards the railing. A deep frown set on his lips as he felt his heart break slightly.

A thick, and nearly awkward, silence fell between the three of you. You went to look towards Bucky hoping to salvage any bit of the moment you had, but as he looked down towards his shoes, you knew the moment was gone. You frowned and stepped more into your apartment before turning towards the two men in front of you.

"Goodnight Steve," You spoke, your friend answering back with a soft, goodnight. Your eyes turned back to Bucky, who was now looking towards you. But his face wasn't the bright smiling face he had before. Now it was emotionless. "Goodnight, Buck."

The corners of his lips turned up, but they didn't mean his eyes. You frowned more before closing and locking the door. Had you imagined the whole thing? Was there not a moment where you thought, for just a second, that James Barnes felt the same.

part two

[soothinglee]

please don't go...my baby.. Tommyinnit x platonic! sibling! reader

Pervious - Next

Warnings: mention of blood and voilence, major character death.

for the real affect of this story listen to ‘I bet on losing dogs’ by Mitski

I am oh so very sorry for the angst. (its a little long,apologize.)

Lives:3

the first time you had lost you first life was completely an accident. You and Tommy had figured out that you had inherited wings from Philza. Being the curious and impatient kids you were, you wanted to go and try to fly with them. Asking Philza for permission to go to the top of a mountain and try to fly down he of course said no. That hurt you and Tommys feelings. But you understood the dangers of trying to fly for the first time without guidance or instructions so you said okay and just forgot about it. Tommy didn't. He didn't like the fact that Philza said no and that they couldn't try it out. Tommy said he didn't understand that they were excited that they could finally be special like their brothers. So he convinced you to go with him anyway. You were nervous, you never went against what dad told you before, nothing this major at least. You trusted Tommy though. He was your big brother, he would protect you.

So there y'all stand, at the top of a snowy mountain. The wind breezing lowly as you look out onto the open flied below. Cows and chickens roam around carelessly. Sheep’s eating grass and baaing as the water trickles slowly in a nearby lake. It is truly beautiful.

“Okay y/n, shall I go first?” Tommy says spreading his golden colored wings wide. He takes a step forward. Your quick to put a arm in-front of him before he accidentally kills himself.

“I don't know tom...” You say hesitantly, retracting your arms to pull them in-front of you, hugging yourself. You didn't want him to go. What if something happened?

Tommy turns around slightly, looking at you from over his shoulder. “What nugget? I’ll be fine! Im strong big man! I got this.” He gives you a smile and faces the field once again. “Count me off from 5.”

You hesitate to count. Tommy has always been brave but what if this hurts him in the long run-

“y/n? hello? You good lil one?” Tommy goes to stand before you. Grasping your hands into his slightly bigger ones. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing tom, I’m okay.” You lie looking towards the floor.”Go on i’ll start counting.”

He’s not convinced.“If you worried that something going to happen to me then don't! Don't tell Philza but...I’m done this before without asking. Im kinda a pro.” He cheeky announces receiving a light punch to the arm from you. “Hey!?”

“Thomas!” you scolded “something bad could have happened to you and no one would have known!” You huff

“Hey! But I’m fine now aren't I? Now count me off. I got this.” He stands a little ways from the cliff so he can get a head start.

“okay...” you take a deep breath.

“5″

Tommy readies himself, preparing to run

“4″

He takes a deep breath shaking out his hands and head

“3″ 

He bounces on his toes, spreading his wings wider

“2″

He breaths once again starting to jog.

“1″

He takes off and once he gets to the edge of the cliff he jumps. He falls straight down.

“TOMMY!” you scream running to the edge of the cliff to try and find him in the midst below. You wait another second “Tommy..?” you croak, tears starting to form in your eyes.

Theres a scream and the sound of leaves forming around the mouth of the cliff. Theres a rush of wind blown into your face. When it clears in-front of you floats a disheveled Tommy, shirt practically falling off his shoulders as he cackles, hands rested on his waist.

You laugh in relief as you stand up.

“Gosh Thomas! don't ever do that agin. You scared the soul outta me! Now get down so I can hug you.” Tommy once again floats to you, landing on the ground with a ‘hmph’. Once he’s grounded you pull him in a tight hug.

“B-big L.I c-cant bre-breathe.” He wheezes out, trying to pry your arms off of him.

“oh,” you let go, moving back giving him some space “sorry tom.”

He dusts himself off with his dirt stained hands “No no, you’re good. Now,” he claps his hands and points to you “your turn.”

You look back down off the edge of the cliff, its a long way down. You probably shouldn't have done that. Fiddling with you overalls you say, “I’m scared Tommy..what if it doesn't work. What if I fall off the edge?” You take a step back further away from the edge.

It was probably a good time to tell Tommy you were afraid of heights. Oh well.

“You won't, I promise.I’ll keep you safe monkey. If you fail to fly I’ll swoop in” He says mimicking someone falling with his hands, “and grab you and bring you back to the surface.” He makes his ‘person’ fly up and level. “No problem.”

You take a breathe. Trust him. Nothing will bad will happen, its okay. “Okay,” you decide making your wings wide like Tommy did once before, your Sliver colored feather shine in the sunny afternoon. “ill do it.”

Tommy jumps in excitement “YES! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” yells throwing both of his arms into the air. “Okay, do you want me count you off or...” he questions.

“Um..” You think for a minute. Do I? No, I don't. “No, I’m okay, thanks”

Bad decision.

“Okay, go whenever your ready!” Tommy takes a step back out of your way so you can get prepared. “You got this y/n! I have faith in you.”

You sigh and start jogging,

you’re at the end of the cliff flapping your wing to and from

you jump and descend downwards, the air leaving your lungs

you can’t steady yourself

“FLAP Y/N! FLAPP!” Tommy hollers from above

you try

but you cant

the ground is near

you try to calm yourself from having a panic attack

‘flap Tommy says, flap’ your eyes widen as you panic even more ‘but I cant’

“I bet on losing dogs Tommy,” you cry heading straight for a rock “this was a bad Idea,” you continue to descend downwards. This is it. This is how I die... there's only one thing left to do...

“I LOVE Y-” you hit a rock. Blood spilling down the side of your head as you lay there helplessly. Dead.

“Y/N! NO PLEASE!” Tommy flies down rapidly as he screams.

“no..” He lands next to your lifeless body as he picks your corpse up.

He moves the hair out of your eyes as you lay. Tears cascade down his face as he whimpers. “please..” he shakes you “PLEASE! wake up baby...” He shoves his face into the crook of your neck.

“my baby my baby..” he sings softy rocking you back and forth. “tell your baby that I’m your baby...” he couldn’t save you in time like he promised.

God. 

how was he gonna tell Phil that he lost another child?

[codenamed-queenie]

Spooky Scary Shenanigans

Ah, Halloween. Of all the holidays Bruce’s small army of a family loves, this one takes the cake. 

Coincidentally, Halloween is also the holiday every member of the Justice League dreads most ardently. This is in part due to the fact that Barry always eats a little too much of Wally and Bart’s candy and spends the next week complaining about his subsequent stomachache, but mostly because Bruce’s d**n munchkins make it their personal mission to--for a good, solid 24 hours--make their lives a living hell. 

Bruce’s merry band of miscreants play a new prank every year, each more elaborate than the last. So far, their pranks include--

Getting Nightwing to Fold Himself Into a Contortionist Pose in the Middle of the Hall of Justice.

He screamed for a solid hour. 

Said that he fell and got all twisted up, and couldn’t un-twist himself without extreme pain.

He was totally fine, for the record.

But the tourists were freaking out. 

The other Bats were hamming it up, screaming in six-part harmony with their brother for help and running back and forth.

While the League collectively Lost Their S**t.

Simulating a ‘Disaster Scenario’ Where ‘Brainiac’ Took Over The Watchtower. 

In reality, Oracle was busy behind the scenes making the lights flicker with a few keystrokes, messing with the anti-gravity settings, and cackling like a madwoman the whole way through. 

Brainiac, coincidentally, had been about to invade. 

But decided he was both far too entertained by the chaos 

And far too scared (quite s**tless, in fact) of Oracle to interrupt

Convincing the Entire Justice League That Bruce Had ‘Died’ on an Ill-Fated Mission Gone Wrong (”Alas, we always knew it would be Condiment King who overthrew the mighty Dark Knight. Goodbye, father, you shall be missed.”)...and Was Now Haunting Them. 

They paid Martian Manhunter off with 513 oreos (Tim counted them out individually with precise determination) to shape-shift into Batman and float through walls, floors, ceilings, and male bathroom stalls at inopportune times. 

The Leaguers caught on pretty quickly 

(J’ohnn stands out like a green thumb, and his absence was notable)

But not before being sufficiently traumatized.

Even to this day, Barry still claps Batman on the shoulder in greeting every time they meet. He says he’s ‘just trying to be friendly’.

But Bruce knows better.

The Time Tim, Cass, and Stephanie Convinced the Members of the Teen Titans That They Had All ‘Disappeared’ By Ignoring Said Members and ‘Freaking Out’. (”Has anyone seen Bart?? Cassie? Cassie! Holy smokes, they just vanished! We’ve gotta call somebody! Who do we call? Steph, if you say ‘Ghostbusters’, I swear to--”)

It devolved quickly, as--

Steph kept cracking up, 

Bart dissolved into tears when Tim threatened to eat his jalapeño poppers, because it’s ‘what he would have wanted’ and ‘we’ve gotta keep his memory alive!’ 

Kon threw a futon through the top floor window in a fit of rage. As far as anyone knows, it’s still soaking at the bottom of the bay. 

Cassie smacked Tim upside the head so hard he flew through a wall, and Steph couldn’t stop laughing long enough to come up with another ‘it must have been the wind!’ excuse.

Programming the Boom tubes on the Watchtower to Teleport Unsuspecting Leaguers Straight to Random Doorsteps.

Unsuspecting civilians would then open their doors with bowls of assorted candy 

Only to be greeted by equally confused superheroes.

“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be out trick-or-treating?”

“Nice Hawkman costume, where’d you get the wings? Party City?”

“Loving that Green-Lantern vibe, but Ryan Reynolds wore it better.”

(Hal had to be physically restrained)

The only one not ticked the hell off was Barry, who pocketed all of his sugary winnings with smug satisfaction.

The Year They Formally Introduced Duke Thomas to the Rest of the Heroes by Plunging the Entire HQ Into Blackness and Having Him Sneak Up On People. 

“Well, the backup generators haven’t kicked in, yet. We’re gonna be here a while. So...just for the sake of conversation, I heard your dad got a new kid?”

“Oh yeah. And between you and me, he’s actually a demon from an alternate universe.”

“...beg pardon?”

“Oh, you will, trust me. But yeah, he sees better in the dark. He can even see the future!”

A hand landed on the Leaguer’s shoulder. 

Duke’s voice whispered from the darkness--

“You’re about to wet yourself.”

The Leaguer screamed.

And the Kicker?

The Year They Actually Weren’t Joking Like At All.

The League almost missed an entire freaking alien invasion because they thought it was just another d**n prank.

“Dang, those kids really went all out this year, huh? These news reports look so real...”

“Yeah. Probably blew Papa Brucie’s bank wide open to pay for *that* kinda CGI.”

“Oh, helLO ‘Mr. President’. Why, yes, as a matter of fact we ARE aware of the situation. I suppose you’re going to ask us if our refrigerator’s running too?”

Meanwhile the Bats are out fighting the alien fleet tooth and nail

And screaming over the comms for the League to get their butts in gear. 

After that last fiasco, all Halloween pranks were officially banned. 

The operative word, however, being...’officially’. 

[brandnewhuman]

Idk where to request a matchup, never done one before and don’t really know how but here we go!!

I’m 5’4, pale and blonde/Brunette?? I’ve got green eyes and straight eyebrows, so I look rlly mean when I glare it’s so fun. I’m pretty lightweight and got long nails!!!! Allnatural 💪💪 um what else do I put..

Im energetic and laugh a lot, really loudly.. but I totally love a calm countryside aesthetic (I want to run around in the grass in a pretty white dress!!!!!)

My love language is physical contact, I just melt when someone puts their hand on my cheek or jaw, or when they hold my waist AAH!!/!! Would totally jump or tackle someone if they’re okay with it, But if I really like them I’ll get flustered really easily even if it’s eye contact

My type would be a gentle giant, the bigger the man the better!!! Long hair 2!!! Even if it’s somewhat longer than most guys hair, I’ll LOVE it!!! But The longer the better !/!!! He’s gotta be the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, wouldn’t hurt to be a wittle submissive 2 at times 😁😁😁😁

I paired you up with...

♡Thomas Brown Hewitt♡

YOU WERE KINDA ASKING FOR IT. LIKE WHO ELSE COULD IT HAVE BEEN IF NOT OUR FAVOURITE BIG CHONKY MAN. 

My man has a mean resting face problem too so you would be practically glaring really romantically aggressive stares at each other all day. 

Thomas has spent all his life with people who are either angry or afraid around him so hearing you laugh with him would be the best thing ever. He would spend all the time trying to make you smile or laugh and genuinely loves your laugh even if it's loud. 

Good thing you love the cottage core countryside aesthetic cause with Thomas it's all you can have. He's a farm boy after all, you would be living your best cosy life with him. 

He is the best boy for snuggles and cuddles and all that lovely jazz. He loves to show his affection even if sometimes he gets scared of hurting you. He would be hugging you from behind while you wash the dishes, at night he would hold you close ecc 

I know he would love to date take to dates like picnics or walks through the woods ♡♡

You could tackle Thomas all you want, he would never try to roughhouse with you but he would let you do all you want cause he loves seeing you happy. He would always worry about you hurting yourself. 

He would get flustered too around you just because everytime he looks at you he feels butterflies all inside his body, he just loves you so much it's almost overwhelming.  

THOMAS IS THE MR GENTLE GIANT. HE'S LIKE THE FUCKING BEST AT LOOKING SCARY PRETTY. Have you seen the size of this man? How tall and juicy is he? That beefy cake he carries everywhere? AND THE LONG HAIR? OMG PLEASE PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. And my man is even a switch so you WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM LIFE? 

This match up made me think about this song:

[snowgoldwaylon]

Could you write a fic where Adler is in love with the reader and had a chance to be with her but was too scared to make a move even though she wanted him too. so reader eventually moves on and after a while is getting married to Mason and Adler is now regretting not taking his chance. Based off the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett?

No Second Chances - Russell Adler X Alex Mason X Reader

Give a big thank you to my sister for sending in the best requests! I love you girl, here is your fic! ❤

TW: Strong language, angst, anger.

Russell was making the two hour drive from his home town, to go watch you and Alex Mason get married. He pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. This trip was going to be so bittersweet, it's all he thought of since he had received the white and gold invitations in the mail.

Almost 5 years after hunting Perseus, the CIA decided to crackdown for a while and pursue finding other leads. You and Mason fell hard for eachother and it lead up to this moment. But, Adler was remincing, and finally saw how much he fucked up and let you go.

From the moment Russell Adler saw you, even while you were being brainwashed, he felt strong feelings towards you. He simply couldn't help the fact that you lit up the whole room, and made everybody's day better. He was afraid of how you would take his confession.

Even after losing Lazar in Cuba, you brought comfort to everybody. That's when he finally realized his feelings for you. But, he also noticed something else as well.....

Adler couldn't help but notice how you fell googly-eyed when Mason entered the room. And he also noticed how Mason was just as crazy for you, he talked about you all the time. Mason practically had heart eyes and a nosebleed when your name was said.

This never sat right with Adler. He felt the same way for you, but he knew with Mason, you'd never ever return how he felt. It was just something he would have to accept, now that you were getting married.

Love Hurts by Nazareth had came on at that moment. Adler sighed in annoyance, and emotional pain. Why did this song have to come on right now? Why couldn't the universe just leave him alone about this?

He took the exit he needed off the interstate, and drove a little longer until he reached the location of the venue. Outside, in a huge, white sign said "MASON - Y/L/N WEDDING HERE" stood out easily where everyone parked. He turned in, parked, and turned off his car.

Adler took a deep breath, and got out. He quickly brushed off his black suit, straightened out his tie, and tucked away his cigarettes into his coat pocket. He made his way to the front door where he was greeted by Frank Woods.

"Oh hey Doc, how's it hangin'? Long and hairy, hard to carry?" Frank chuckled.

Adler sent a small chuckle his way, and knocked him jokingly with his elbow.

"Nah, more like short and stubby, kinda chubby." Adler laughed.

The two men shared a laugh, and a hug.

"It's good to see you brother. Can you believe these two are finally tying the knot today??" Frank asked, as both men walked to the where the seating was at.

Adler almost cringed, but played it off as a cough. They took a seat, and exchanged some more talking for a while.

"Yeah, I remember them meeting for the first in the Safehouse. It's really hard to believe." Adler said.

Woods and Adler gave more small talk, until it was time for Woods to go into the building, and do the routine they practiced. He was a best man after all!

"Hey man, gotta go. It's show time!" Frank said, slapping Adler in the back.

Adler turned front, and waited for the music to start. He felt a tap on his left shoulder, and he looked up. Park stood in front of him, dressed up.

"Can I sit with you? I'm a little late as you can see." She asked.

Adler nodded, and she sat down next to him. Soon, all the seats were filled, and it was ready to start. Adler and Park talked about upcoming missions and next moves until the sound of Guns N' Roses song, November Rain filled everyone's ears.

Immediately, everybody turned their heads as the beautiful sounds of the live piano and orchestra filled the outside archway, the reverend stood at the end of it.

Bridesmaids, groomsmen stepped out first. After them, the maid of honor and best man. Finally, Alex walked out with the biggest smile on his face. Adler felt a mix of happiness, and a hint of jealously.

Everyone stood up very quickly when the most beautiful part of the music hit it's gorgeous, smooth Forte sound. It was perfect timing, as from the glass doors, you began the walk down the isle with Belikov.

You had asked Belikov to walk you down the isle, and give you away, as you didn't have contact with your biological father. So, Belikov was the crazy man that had practically adopted you as his own. He was holding back tears at this moment!

Adler got you into focus. He even took off his sunglasses just for a better look. Everything about you lookee more than perfect. Your hair, your dress, flowers, you name it. Adler had never felt more hopeless.

Once you reached the end, Belikov quickly gave you a kiss on the forehead, and took a seat. There, the ceremony went forth. With words from the reverend, and beautiful, tear jerking vows exchanged by you both, the time came.

"Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Alex Mason to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"And do you, Alex Mason take Y/N Y/L/N to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"From the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married! Alex, you may kiss your bride!"

And Mason did just that. He brought you in for a breathtaking kiss, with a tight hold. The venue erupted into cheers as you both pulled away. Adler felt happiness, and sadness as he watched. He knew, he'd never have you now.

The bridal and groom party all lead the way inside where the food and alcohol was to be served. Adler walked with Park and Sims, and took a seat near where the buffet was. They waited for the wedding photos to be done so everyone could dine.

After everyone came back, and it was announced that the food was being served, Adler went up and was the first person to officially congratulate the married couple. Both you and Mason smiled the hardest when you saw the blonde walk up.

"Hey you two, congratulations." Adler said with a smile.

He slipped you both a small wrapped gift. You took it and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Russell. It's been awhile since we've seen you, how's everything going? We'll be back after this in two weeks. We are heading to Korea for our honeymoon!" You exclaimed.

"Well that's awesome! And it's alright. The bald man is still giving me grief about every little thing. But, we are looking forward to seeing you both back afterwards."

You grabbed a hold of Mason's hand, and smiled. You took a sip of wine as Mason spoke.

"Yeah, I understand that. Hudson is a hard ass at times, but it's worth it. Well man, hey it's time to open the bar. Why don't you meet me at the dance floor?" Mason said to Adler.

Adler laughed, and shook his head.

"Oh for sure man, for sure."

After everyone ate and gotten the booze of their choice, the dance floor was opened. Everyone watched in awe and beauty as you and Mason had the first dance. Adler thought about how beautiful it was, but he also thought about how he wished that was him.

He pushed these feelings aside when he saw Mason dip you, and pull you back for a kiss. He turned on his heel, and made a bee-line straight for the bar.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

And for the rest of the wedding, the night ended with fireworks, and a few karaoke performances by Woods, Sims, Mason, Park, and they even got Hudson up there to sing. Adler glanced at the memorial table that was set up for Lazar. And in the back at the table, a seat reserved for him.

He then turned back to watch you. You caught him, and smiled, before returing to the arms of Mason.

Adler knew after all this, there was no second chances.

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