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leclercsredhelmet · 3 months ago

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Everything Has Changed ♡ Oscar Piastri

A/N: Hi I'm back (again) with a new blurb. This is an Oscar x Sargeant reader blurb with a childhood friends-to-lovers vibe! I hope you all enjoy it

“Cause all I know is we said “Hello” and your eyes look like coming home”

Excitement can be felt all around, everywhere you go you hear chatters of excitement and the advertisements are everywhere. There are still a few days for the main event to start, but everyone is thrilled that Formula One is back in The Magic City. Oscar had decided to fly down to Miami earlier and enjoy some downtime, his decision might’ve been partially influenced by the Sargeant siblings. The twins have persuaded the young driver to fly with them earlier and stay at their place.

Turning down an offer made by the twins always proved to be an impossible feat throughout the years, so Oscar has no choice but to accept it gladly. Being childhood friends with Logan also means having a friendship with his sister. Sometimes the “what if” floats around Oscar’s brain and he wonders about the different nature his relationship with Y/N could take. Sure the young driver is best friends with the girl and over time he has been developing feelings for the girl but never acted on them for two specific reasons. The first one is that she’s his best friend’s sister and the second is his fear of ruining a great and meaningful friendship.

Over time his feelings for the American girl have developed into more and he simply chalks it to being a fleeting childhood crush but as they grow Oscar begins to realize his assessment is entirely wrong. He still likes her and lately the “what if” keeps turning into a more permanent thought. Her voice breaks him out of his thoughts, “Earth to Osc,” she says a little loudly and he looks at her. “What is it Mione?” he asks, using the nickname only reserved for her. She smiles at the use of the nickname, he still refers to her as Hermoine Granger and she can’t deny that she loves it. “Where did your brain run off to, you were zoned out,” she says looking at him. “Just thinking,” he replies but she arches her brow and he knows she doesn’t buy that answer.

“About what exactly?” she counters, poking his side and he chuckles. “Nothing important,” he lies, “What do you need?” he asks her. “Do you want to get burgers?” she asks. There’s a familiar glint of happiness in her eyes and Oscar smiles. “Great, let me get Logan,” she says and Oscar laughs. “I didn’t say yes, Mione,” at this the girl laughs, “I don’t need you to say yes, I know you Osc, and that smile says it all,” she says. “Logan hurry up or we’re leaving you here!” she shouts. Oscar laughs and Logan’s reply comes through. “Don’t you dare leave me here!” he yells back and she quietly laughs. “Then hurry up, we don’t have all day Sarge!” she shouts, and Logan rushes into the room.

The girl beats her brother to the driver’s seat and he groans in frustration, Oscar laughs and climbs in the car. Most of the car ride is spent with the twins bickering over little things and putting Oscar in the position of picking sides in every argument.

“Now that she’s not here, what’s up with you?” Logan asks him. Oscar sighs, “Nothing,” he answers. “C’mon man, something’s bothering you and I think I know,” Logan says. “It’s Y/N,” he says and Logan looks at him intently before grinning. “You like her,” he says. “N-no I don’t she’s your sister and my best friend,” Oscar answers. “So, you like her,” Logan says matter-of-factly.

“Hold on, you’re not mad?” Oscar asks. “Man, why would I be mad? It’s you we’re talking about,” Logan answers. Oscar lets out a relieved breath, “How long have you known?” Oscar asks him. “Always, none of you have had the guts to admit it to each other but I’ve always known, and you gotta change that Osc,” Logan says. He looks up and quickly changes the topic. The smell of your perfume indicates your presence and Oscar looks over at you as you talk.

He has no idea what you’re saying because all he can focus on is the way some strands of hair have fallen out of your low bun. Everything about you is an indicator that you’re home, it’s as if your Europe persona has retreated to make space for the home persona. Your skin is tanned and the floral dress fits you perfectly and makes perfect contrast with your tan.

Logan catches him looking at you and nudges him under the table. He laughs at the joke and tries his best to focus on the conversation.

Reader’s Point of View

“All I know is a simple name and everything has changed”

Oscar has been a little out of it today and I can’t help but wonder why. Part of me hopes that the possibility of him thinking and feeling the same as me is there. Now that I’ve been to more races with Logan thanks to my last semester of uni ending I get to be around more and can spend more time with him and Oscar whenever the three of us are free.

We convinced Oscar to join us in flying down earlier to Miami to enjoy some downtime before the race week starts and the “what if” has been a more constant thought. I haven’t told Logan but I know he knows, maybe it’s the twin thing but I’m certain that Logan is aware of my feelings towards our best friend.

I bump into Logan on my way out of my room, “Lo I need to tell you something,” I say. Logan flashes a knowing smile, “It’s about Oscar,” he says. I nod, “Is it okay?” I ask and Logan hugs me. “Of course, you’ve always liked him, go and tell him because I’m sure he might have something to say,” he says. Smiling I hug my brother and he kisses my cheek, “Go on and say what you’ve been feeling for years,” he says and I laugh.

Oscar is in the backyard playing with Coco and I smile, “Hey Osc, I’m gonna take a walk around with Coco do you want to join us?” I ask him. Oscar scoops her up and walks over to me, “Yeah let’s do it,” he says. “Great,” I say smiling while clipping the leash on her collar.

Closing the front door I walk down the steps and he sets Coco down. “It’s been really lovely out today,” he says. “Yeah, it’s so sunny. I missed this,” I say. “Of course you did,” he says with a laugh.”What’s that supposed to mean Osc?” I ask teasing him. Oscar shoves me lightly and laughs, “We’ve spent almost every waking hour in the water thanks to you, you’ve put on a tan already and there’s a happiness around you that wasn’t here before,” he says. “The home kind,” he adds and I smile. “Never stop nailing things so perfectly,” I say and he laughs.

“Let me get my metaphorical hammer then,” he says and I let out a giggle. “Are you excited?” I ask him. “Yeah, the atmosphere for this race week is different than others and there’s a lot of fans here,” he says. “Would be better if you were added to the list of fans,” he says. I gasp, “You make it sound like I’m not,” I say and he flushes. “Well, we both know your loyalties are elsewhere,” he says and I laugh. “Finish that sentence because you’re purposely leaving things out, you jerk,” I say bumping his hip with mine.

Oscar laughs, “It’s so amusing to tease you about this,” he says. “Just because I don’t like the team you drive for it doesn’t mean I’m not rooting for you,” I say.

“I know that Mione, your team loyalties might be with Ferrari and Williams but I’m well aware you root for me always,” he says and I press a kiss to his cheek. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks and I pretend to not notice it.

The breeze makes the leaves of the palm trees sway and other people walk their dogs around the neighborhood. “I have to tell you something,” we both say at the same time. “You should go first,” Oscar says. “No, no it’s fine you can go,” I say. “Okay well uhm,” Oscar starts.

“What I’m about to say might change things for the best or the worst… but I have to say it so hear me out please,” Oscar says. Nerves fill the pit of my stomach and I nod. “Ever since I met you it’s been nothing but great and chaotic at times,” he says with a small laugh and I smile. “You’ve been here through the highs and lows. Sunlight just follows wherever you go and having you as a friend has been like having the sun,” he says and I’m fighting the urge to burst out crying.

“Mione, you know me like the palm of your hand, and ever since you walked into my life I’ve wanted to share everything with you; and we have.” “A thought always lingered and I never acted on it because I was afraid it would change things between us and maybe I was also scared of Logan’s reaction,” he says with a small smile and I chuckle.

This is finally it, this finally the day in which the Australian boy I fell for says the words I have been wanting to hear. “Y/N I have loved you ever since I knew what the concept of love was, I have loved you since the first time we fought and you gave me the silent treatment for two days,” he says and I laugh. “I have loved you since the first summer you and Logan spent with us when we were fifteen and I still do. You don’t have to say anything and if what you have to say is different from my expectation then-” Oscar is speaking but I cut him off.

“Osc, hear me out,” I say. His face drops, “Oh, it’s okay if you don’t-” he starts to say. “For heaven's sake Piastri, let me finish!” I say and he laughs. “I feel the same way, I’ve loved you from the moment you brought me and Logan the fairy bread on our first birthday spent in the UK,” I say and he smiles. “You do?” he asks me, “How could I not love you, Oscar?” I reply.

Laughing he grabs my waist and pulls me in for a sweet kiss, Coco’s leash is securely around my wrist, and one of my hand's thread through his hair. His lips are soft and inviting, kissing him feels like a million fireworks have erupted and sparks fly around us. Pulling apart I hug him, “This went way better than what I expected,” he says and I laugh.

“I would have never turned you down, Oscar you know that,” I say. “Are you my girlfriend and papaya fan now?” he asks with a grin. Playfully I roll my eyes, “If you want me to be the first thing, that’s a yes. As for the second, I’m your fan and not the team’s that won’t change I’m sorry,” I say with a laugh. “I could never have it any other way,” he says.

“I’m a firm believer of doing this properly which is why I have a question,” he says. “Y/N Y/MN Sargeant, will you be my girlfriend?” he asks smiling widely. Throwing my head back I laugh at his smile, “I’d love to be your girlfriend Oscar Jack Piastri,” I say. Oscar pulls me in for a sweet kiss and laces his hands with mine as we walk back home.

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)

#oscar piastri #f1 imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x sargeant reader #formula 1

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heartthrobin · 1 year ago

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walk beside me, i feel you slipping away

eddie munson x female!reader

wc: 2.4k

warnings: henderson!reader, established relationship, worried girlfriend mode, secret relationship, idiots in love, smidge of angst

an: is another piece from my ao3 that's been sitting around forever. i re-read it today and thought "tumblr needs to see this"

summary: your stupid boyfriend has gone and gotten himself stuck in another dimension with a menagerie of blood-thirsty killers and no amount of knowledge of his little board game is going to help keep him alive. has it always been this hard to breath?

Late March, you wondered, it should still be cold now shouldn’t it?

The balmy wind closing around the bare strip of skin at your ankles begged otherwise. You toyed with the idea that maybe the Upside Down had an effect on the weather in Hawkins.

"Are you even listening!" Claudia Henderson’s voice cut through your moronic ideas on how other worldly demons affected the climate - it was desperate and thick with worry.

Your eyes snapped from where they'd fixated on a yellow lawn chair two houses over. Her face was shrouded in panic and your heart wrenched at the sight of her, if only she knew how much trouble they were truly in.

"Mom, I'm listening—" Liar. "I told you, they wanted to go take a look but I didn't want them to on their own, so I went with."

The chatter from inside was vibrating against the walls and the lights of the police cruiser still parked in the driveway flashed blue and red against the side of your mom's face.

"You let them go to the sight of a murder!" Claudia ran a shaky hand over her perfectly matted curls. "And— And this Eddie character? The police are saying that Dusty is a member of his satanic cult—"

You couldn't help the roll of your eyes. "Mom, it's not a cult."

The image was sharp in your mind, as if you were still standing at the edge of the water staring down at the dinghy.

Robin and Nancy were carefully squatted down near the front and Steve was steadying the boat from the shore.

Max, Lucas and your brother were lingering behind you, he was still sulking at being told he wouldn’t be joining the venture into the depths of the lake.

"Hey," Eddie's eyes pierced yours from where he was balanced up on the boat, he held a hand out for you to take - to step into the boat. Even in the darkness of the woods you'd felt the warmth of his gaze.

You'd glanced between him and the kids behind you, shaking your head. "I should ... I need to stay with them. Somebody has to."

Eddie had recoiled in surprise before leveling you with a panicked expression, "You don't have to, Steve is gonna stay with—"

You'd given him a wary glance, his response bordering on too suspicious for someone who wasn't supposed to know you that well.

"Eddie, it's fine. You guys go."

The boat had floated just a few feet before you'd called to them.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Your eyes locked with Eddie's who was perched at the back with the engine, "Please."

If Dustin had noticed anything, he hadn't said - and that offered at least small solace.

You and Eddie’s relationship was coming up on six months, yet somehow the pair of you had never really found the perfect moment to break it to your little brother that you were dating the captain of his little club and absolute teen idol. Or maybe you’d just gotten really good at avoiding the conversation.

As fate would have it, the three of you were thrown together to fight yet another monstrosity plaguing Hawkins - and while it was awkward - it didn’t happen to be the most pressing issue at hand.

"They have photos of Dusty wearing that club T-shirt—"

Claudia’s words were cut straight through by the slam of the screen door against the back wall and the parade of teenagers busting through it. Dustin raced towards you, gripping you by the arm and shoving the keys to your run-down station wagon into your palm: "We gotta go!"

It was pure instinct that drove your feet to kick off the ground after the four teenagers sprinting towards the end of the road. You didn't need to look back to know that a similar group of parents had to be trailing.

Your car was parked down the street, the faded red doors opening on every side as the kids clambered in and you threw yourself into the driver's seat simultaneously thrusting the keys into the ignition.

In your side mirror you watched your mother, Lucas and Mike's parents nearing the car. It took an exhausted groan from the engine before the car came alive, roaring down the street.

"Sorry mom!" You and Dustin yelled simultaneously out the window at your forlorn mother.

Only once they'd disappeared into tiny specks in your review could you turn to Dustin and his friends. "Where are we going?"

"Eddie's trailer." Lucas responded from the backseat.

Your stomach twisted and you turned to Dustin in the passenger seat, "Why are we going to Eddie's?"

Dustin gave a heavy sigh, "We think there's another gate there. The others went through Watergate and they're trapped in the Upside Down."

The car spluttered as it stalled loudly, your grip around the wheel loosening and your focus on driving the car deteriorating to almost none.

"W-What?" You were sure your face had turned a ghostly white and your heart had sunk down into the base of your stomach.

"Steve, Nancy, Robin and Eddie. They're down there!" Dustin clarified, watching you, both exasperated and confused at your behavior.

You could feel the stares of the teens heating up the back of your neck.

"A-Are they okay?" You stuttered, trying not to give away the terror gripping your throat.

"They're fine." It was Erica's turn, "Are you okay?"

You nodded wordlessly, turning your attention back to the steering wheel and restarting the car which had stalled all the way to a stop in the middle of the road less than two streets down from the Sinclair residence.

"Turn left here—"

"I know the way." You were so lost in your whirring thoughts that you hadn't bothered to worry about how that sounded.

There was a short confused silence before Dustin burst back into theories about the gates and Vecna's plan which before you might have made the effort to follow, but not right then.

Right then your stupid boyfriend had gone and gotten himself stuck in another dimension with a menagerie of blood-thirsty killers and no amount of knowledge of his little board game is going to help keep him alive.

Your heart thrummed against your chest with such force you were sure the rest of the car could hear it. If they could, they didn't mention it.

Picking up Dustin from his Hellfire Club meetings had been tedious, you generally arrived late when you worked closing shift at the diner: something you always melted with guilt over when you found him sitting on the curb outside the school with a tired look on his face.

Dustin was never alone though. On the curb next to him - leaning on his palms with his hair thrown back like Jon Bon Jovi - was always Eddie Munson.

Looking back, you were sure you'd loved him from the first fucking second he'd met your eyes. When he'd waltzed over to your window, leaning casually on it as Dustin climbed into the passenger seat.

"So this must be the other famous Henderson. Seems all the good looks were used up when it came to your turn, hey dweeb?"

Dustin had turned pink, you remember. "Don't hit on my sister, Eddie."

Parked under the afternoon sun in the school parking lot, it almost felt worlds away now. It wasn't long after that Eddie began to frequent your diner, somehow always managing to come in during your shifts - you only later found out that he'd bribed the busboy ten dollars to tell him what days you worked. Eddie would come in, flirt incessantly and order a chocolate milkshake. He came in every shift for two weeks before eventually asking:

"Do you wanna go out sometime?" You remember that dazzling grin, tilted down on the edges only by nervousness. "I know this really great diner we can go to, and the waitresses are really beautiful."

That was the beginning of the end. Your heart clenched tightly in your chest and another wave of nausea rushed over you when the image of Eddie stuck in the inky darkness of the Upside Down flashed across your mind again.

You thought then about how you never reminded him that you loved him before he climbed on that wretched little boat.

If Eddie died, you were going to kill him.

The trailer came into view of the car's headlights and you pulled to a park in front. None of the kids asked how you knew the way, but the question was plastered all over their faces.

You pretended you didn't notice and moved out the car.

The door was locked, but it only took a hard kick for the locks to buckle and the door to swing noisily open.

Someone gasped behind you, all five pairs of eyes staring up at the throbbing red opening in the middle of the living room ceiling.

"I told you ..." Dustin's voice trailed off in amazement.

Erica huffed loudly before striding into the kitchen where a broom was leaning against the counter. She grabbed it, "We should see whether it actually opens."

Dustin took the broom before lifting it to the hole. He prodded and thick red goo dripped from it onto the floor in front of them. Your face twisted in disgust and you heard Max mutter "ew" beside you.

It didn't take much nudging before the gate was a gaping hole in the ceiling. Everyone stepped beneath it to look up: on the other side you could see Steve, Nancy, Robin and Eddie.

The tightness in your chest eased only marginally and you sighed softly. He was smiling up at you.

"Are you guys okay?" You called and could hear the faint echoes of response.

"Yeah, we're okay!" Robin.

Dustin gathered a rope and you helped move Eddie's mattress just below the portal. Max's nose crinkled in disgust, motioning towards the stains littering the mattress and your cheeks grew hot, plagued by the knowledge of where more than a handful of the aforementioned stains had originated from. You avoided her eyes.

Robin was the first one through, she offered you a lopsided smile. Before she'd even stood straight up, you'd scooped her into your arms. "You guys just live to stress me out, you know that?"

She grinned over your shoulder, "Our life's purpose."

There was another thud of a second body hitting the mattress and warm relief flooded your veins when you turned to find your boyfriend beaming up at you. "That was fun."

He jumped up to his feet in front of you and had barely been offered the chance to straighten out when your hands shoved violently at his chest.

Eddie almost tumbled back down onto the mattress, then only really noticing the infuriated look on your face.

"You stupid—" Each word punctuated by another shove at the Hellfire Club logo splashed across his chest, "—idiot!"

His rings were cool when his hands closed over your wrists, "Princess, listen—"

"Eddie you could have been killed down there, by Vecna or the Mind Flayer or... or..." Your brain struggled for words and you only half registered the sound of your brothers confused question ("princess?") from somewhere behind you.

Suddenly it had grown harder to swallow around the growing lump in your throat, and in all honesty you couldn't tell whether you were more upset that he'd gone or more relieved that he had returned - his warm, apologetic eyes sinking into your own.

"Baby, baby," You'd stopped hitting him, his grasp sliding from your arms to your waist. "I'm fine, okay? We're all fine."

Your hands were shaking from the drawn out stress of the car ride over and the two tears that had been threatening to spill finally chased down your cheeks quietly.

"I'd wipe your tears..." Eddie was speaking quietly now, tucking a neat little cheeky grin into the corner of his mouth: "but my hands are covered in evil bat blood and I couldn't live with myself if I dirtied your pretty face."

You were halfway to scolding his impudence when Dustin beat you to the chase: "Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on!"

Like you'd both licked the end of a live wire, you and Eddie jolted back a foot, hands diving to your respective pockets.

"Isn't it obvious," Erica's voice was nonchalant and matter-of-fact, "they're dating."

Dustin's eyes widened, flickering between you and his beloved captain of the Hellfire Club. "No, they're not."

His voice dripped in uncertainty. You and Eddie didn't look at each other.

Dustin said your name into the awkward silence that had settled over the room, Robin was stifling down a giggle behind Max and Lucas. Thanks Robs.

"Tell Erica she's wrong." He pressed, but only weakly: like the reality had dawned on him. Like the puzzle pieces were sliding slowly into place.

Eddie was first to speak, "Look, buddy, there was never a great time to tell y—"

"Called it!" Erica's voice piped up triumphantly.

"You're dating my sister?" The volume in Dustin's voice had climbed significant decibels, "And you never told me!"

The giggle that escaped you was unintentional and you tried to choke it down under your words, "Dusty—"

"This isn't funny!" With each step you took forward, he took back.

Eventually you managed to manhandle him into a hug, "Dusty, I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

Dustin didn't hug you back, but he didn't fight the arms around him. "I'm never forgiving you for this. Either of you."

You cut him loose and he glared a warm hole into your back as you retreated to the safety of Eddie's arms. Your forehead found solace at the cool leather against his collar bone. "If you ever abandon me to do something stupid like that again I'm breaking up with you."

"Well, I really don’t want that." His ring studded knuckle found your chin and turned your face towards his. Eddie's lips pressed gently against yours, holding it only for a few seconds before pulling back to pull you closer against his chest. "I'm sorry, princess."

Dustin's gagging noises were obnoxiously loud and Max muttered a quiet "ew" at the same time Lucas whispered a soft "aw".

"Oh shut up." You flipped the bird to your brother across the room. "It's not like you've never kissed your girlfriend before."

It suddenly occurred to you that his girlfriend lived halfway across the country, and he very well might have never kissed her.

You shrugged it off.

"Nancy! Nancy!"

All eyes turned up to the gate, beside you Eddie's fingers curled against yours. He squeezed your hand. "Here we go again."

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petersbaby · 2 years ago

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Fuck it, I’m pressing post and you can’t stop me

Green - Gareth & Eddie x Reader

Warnings: high sex, reader is high but they are too (EVERYTHING’S CONSENSUAL), oral (m receiving), smut, male masturbation, threesome

Gareth is aged up to 18

“He’s still mad that I got you and not him.” Gareth says, leaned back and nonchalant in your computer chair.

“I’ve told you guys this, I’m not an item to be ‘got’. I get I’m the only girl in the group, but seriously.”

“Hey, I know that. It’s just like- it’s gotten worse, I think. He’s got it bad for you.”

“I’m yours, though. Wanna be yours.”

You look at him from the bed with eyes so sweet he has to come squish you and lay on top of you, hugging you tight. You giggled as you only struggled to breathe just a little bit, it wasn’t a problem. Worth it.

In the car on the way to Eddie’s to smoke, a couple of days later, you use the flip-down mirror to apply a fresh coat of lipgloss and Gareth takes his eyes off the road briefly to look at you.

“You’re so pretty. You know that?”

You blush. “Stop it.”

“I’m serious.” He laughs.

When you get to the trailer, you and Gareth both find a place on Eddie’s old and well loved sofa while he retrieves his supplies. You hear him rummaging around in his room, but he finally comes out with everything: the weed, the tray, the grinder, the rolling papers.

He sits and starts working his magic, grinding up the green substance and rolling it up, soon producing a pretty big joint that he lights in his mouth. You pass it back and forth to each other, 3 doesn’t really qualify as a “rotation”. You watch as the boys immerse in their creative process; sometimes they get like this.

They’ll go into song-writing mode and come up with their best ideas when they’re stoned. Eddie strums random cords on his guitar and your boyfriend jots down words in a beat up notebook.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back.” Gareth announces, weirdly loud and formal, very high. You look over at Eddie and he’s stifling a laugh, trying to hard not to crack up. Very high too.

You couldn’t deny that you weren’t on the same level as them, but you were better at composing yourself. You just smile at him and shake your head, going back to watching tv.

Gareth gets up and goes down the hall to the bathroom, and as soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie puts down his guitar and scoots close to you. Like, right next to you, the spot Gareth was just in a minute ago.

“Uh… whatcha doing there, eds?” You laugh nervously.

“Listen, I just gotta say sorry in advance. I have to do this, I’m sorry.”

“What the-“

He leans in quickly, and in less than the amount of time it takes to blink, his lips press hard against yours. You felt like you were floating, felt like maybe you were in a dream. You were somewhere far away and on cloud nine, and all you could consciously do was let him kiss you. His lips tasted good. Weed, tobacco, cherry chapstick maybe?

You take in a deep, sharp breath once you realize what’s going on. It felt like forever to you, but Gareth was still in the bathroom, it must’ve only been a mere few seconds.

Yeah, for whatever reason, you decide to kiss him back. There would be major consequences for this, this was cheating. The more you thought about it, the guiltier you grew, you finally pulled away from him.

His face was flushed and red, eyes pink tinged and glassy. Standing unexpectedly right beside the couch was Gareth, and you immediately just wanna run. You have no explanation for why you did that. You didn’t do it, you tell yourself, he did it. You just let him. And then also sort of encouraged him. Just as bad? Maybe. Either way, both of you were frozen.

“Gare, I’m so sorry, I-“ you start to tear up.

“No, man, it was me. I kissed her, I fucked up and I kissed her. Don’t be mad at her, be mad at me, if anything.” Eddie interrupts, and starts to ramble.

Gareth ignores him and looks straight to you, for some reason, worry on his face. Concern?

“It’s okay. I told you he liked you, I tried to warn you. Are you okay? Did he go too far, you know, anything you didn’t consent to?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Did you… did you like it?” He asks, noticing your heavy breathing and frazzled expression. The room fell silent. Terribly silent. You weren’t gonna answer that.

“I asked you a question.” He reminds you firmly, as though you forgot. Really, the cogs in your brain were just desperately attempting to turn.

“I- I uh, I dunno, I’m just really high. I don’t know, I’m sorry.” You were overwhelmed, feeling like your body was overheating.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Eddie tries to comfort you. “It was all me, I’m serious. Don’t be mad at her.” He tries to defend himself to Gareth.

“I’m not mad. If she likes it, I’ll let it slide. Just this once, though, Munson. Never again.” He points at the boy.

“Really?” You ask, a little dumb and confused.

“Yeah, god, if you could see yourself right now. You look desperate. You want me to share some of you?”

“Mhm. Please.” You nod.

“Alright. Remember to speak up if you change your mind or don’t feel comfortable anymore.”

You nod again. He comes to sit on the couch beside you, on the other side of you this time, patting his lap. You happily climb into it, straddling him and attaching your lips to his right away.

To be honest, it didn’t matter who’s lips they were, kissing felt really really good right now. You have little perception on just what you’re doing subconsciously, just going with what felt right. You didn’t mind it at all, just happily soaking in every sensation you feel while on top of the world.

The boys didn’t mind either. They could tell you weren’t thinking, just going with the flow. You share a deep and filthy kiss with your boyfriend and you moan softly and repeatedly while your tongue invades his mouth.

You also soon started grinding down on him while doing this, truly a desperate little mess. Eddie sits on the other side of the couch just watching you, palming his achingly hard dick in his jeans.

“Mmh. ‘M hot.” You whine and Gareth pulls your top off over your head for you without hesitation. He wanted you to feel comfortable and if you were hot, he’d help you with that. There was nothing underneath the top he took off for you.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie mutters out loud, causing you to remember he’s there. You both look over at him, he’s already sweating.

“You wanna give our friend some sugar, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nod quickly, and crawl over to him. You do the same, climbing into his lap except this time only straddling one of his thighs, and he leans in to kiss you again.

You make out now, harder than the earlier kiss, more lust in it. You find yourself rutting against his jean-clad thigh, you feel the need to look over at your boyfriend. He gives you an approving expression, as if to silently say ‘yes, that’s fine.’

Eddie surprisingly kept his hands to himself, reluctant to possibly fuck this up. All he did was look, and he looked a lot.

“Fuck, want somethin’ inside of me.” You huff, pulling off.

“That’s gonna be me, I’m not letting Eddie fuck you, baby.”

“Okay.”

“Here, scoot toward me and bend over.”

You do as he says, arching your back while he checks out the view of your ass from behind.

“You wanna suck him off?”

“Should I?”

“I think it’d be the nice thing to do.”

“Okay. Yes.” You nod.

You look up at Eddie from below your lashes and he quickly turns to face you, undoing his best buckle hastily and pushing his pants and boxers down his thighs.

You hear the same belt and zipper noises from behind you, then feel your jeans and panties being pulled off of you and you help in their removal. Gareth presses his cock against your soaking wet hole and groans to himself, you take Eddie’s cock in your hand and stroke it a few times.

“Shit.” He comments at the feeling. Your hand felt so much better than his own. You spit on the tip and it runs down his length, warm saliva glistening, and you keep jerking his cock.

You grow desperate, achingly aware of the emptiness in your cunt and wiggle your ass slightly to try to tell him you want it now. Gareth grabs your hips to still you, and sinks in not-so-gradually. A loud moan erupted from you.

“Ohhh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You moan as he slides in and out of your wet heat with ease.

Now that you had something filling up that part of you, you decided to fill your mouth up next. You take the tip of Eddie’s leaking cock past your lips, tongue running up and down the slit to collect the precum.

“Ah, god damn it. Holy shit.” Eddie grips the couch cushions closest to his reach, not prepared for your level of skill with this.

“Her mouth is good, isn’t it? It’s all mine, too.” Gareth says smugly, smacking your ass with a little sting.

“Yes, mmmh, fuck.”

You sink down deeper, taking more and more of him into your mouth until your lips reach the neat curls at the base of his cock. Gareth pounds into you harder from behind, making you moan around it. Eddie feels the vibration to his core, almost shuddering. He’s a moaning, groaning mess.

You pull off of his dick, a string of saliva connecting it to your mouth, to speak.

“You can pull my hair. Please.”

Eddie finds his dominant hand in your hair, collecting a fistful of it and tugging at it roughly, which makes you moan.

He uses the leverage to guide your head up and down, at the perfect pace that had him quickly stumbling to the edge, hitting the back of your throat each time without a problem. You didn’t seem to have a gag reflex, so he took advantage of that. You truly were something.

But soon, you feel your release coming, just needing a little bit more. You take your hand off Eddie, pulling off of him, and reach between your thighs, beneath your body.

You start to rub circles over your clit while Gareth fucks you from behind, selfishly chasing what you want and now neglecting Eddie.

He watches you desperately and feverishly touch yourself like an animal in heat and starts fucking his fist. You whine and cry into the cushions, beginning to chant “please, please, please.”

“I’ve got you, shh. You’ll get it.” Gareth soothes, gently rubbing your ass.

“Please, daddy, oh fuck.”

Both boys groan. Eddie is so fucking jealous of Gareth.

“Please, please, I’m-“ you let out a loud, pornographic moan, one that’s familiar to Eddie only because he watches a lot of porn. You sounded just like the girls in them, heavenly.

You tighten up around Gareth’s cock and feel yourself gush a little, orgasming hard. He doesn’t let up, continuing his pace, while you whine and come down. You look at Eddie again, and see that he’s fiercely stroking his cock while just looking at you, watching you enjoy yourself.

You take over again, swatting his hand away and replacing it with your mouth. It takes a very small amount of time after this before his cock is twitching in your mouth, and that’s the only warning you get that he’s cumming.

He cums with a groan and a string of curses, letting you suck the soul out of him til he has nothing left. You feel it all run down the back of your throat and swallow it down.

When you’re done, you look up at his face to see his eyes blown out, huge and wide. He was panting, almost like a dog who got too excited, looking down at you with wonder.

“You make eds feel good? You make him happy?” Gareth asks.

“Mhm. I did.” You answer, feeling proud of yourself.

“Good girl.” He breathes heavily, fucking into your cunt hard. “My- god damn it, my turn.”

You feel his thrusts get sloppier and you know he’s close, you wait patiently to be filled up and you soon are.

“You okay?”

“I’m good.” You sigh, nodding your head.

You lay there, still in a daze, still a bit high. Still very naked. Both the boys were all clothed again, and look quite normal and casual besides their hair being a little messier than it usually is.

They seem to have come down, or are in the process of coming down, which you were still not yet.

“Okay, well put your clothes back on, ‘kay? Here.” Gareth hands you your shirt, panties, and pants, telling Eddie to go get you a cup of water. Once you have everything back on, you chug the water very fast, and they both chuckle.

Gareth lets you lay your head in his lap, playing with your hair. You’re sleepy, but you can hear them talking above you.

Something about “a one time thing,” and “don’t go telling anyone about this.” and Eddie agreeing. Too sleepy.

#eddie munson #gareth x reader #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #gareth x eddie #gareth smut #gareth stranger things

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final-girl96 · 9 months ago

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Firefly Chapter Fifty-Three

We tied the horses to a tree, making sure to leave it loose enough that they could get free if they needed to. We looked around to see there wasn't anyone on guard. “Something's off. Why isn't there anyone on guard?” We slowly made our way to the front of the building. The glass doors and windows at the entry were boarded up by plywood. When we walked into the lobby of the science building there were plastic totes and boxes stacked up in the middle between the doors and stairs.

I picked up a clip bored and looked at it. It was a checklist of things. “They were packing up to leave. This is a checklist,” insaid, handing it to Joel. “Hello! Is anyone here?!” Ellie shouted. Joel and I both shushed her. “We gotta keep it down. We don't know who might be here or what might be in here,” I told her. She whispered sorry and we headed towards the stairs. “Where do you think everyone went?” Ellie asked, quietly as we came to the second floor. Before either of us could answer we heard a loud banging coming from down the hall.

With Joel in the lead, we quietly and slowly made our way towards the sound. It was probably a stupid idea, but what other choice did we have? It could be one of the fireflies. We made our way to a classroom, and Joel slowly pushed the door open, gun aimed in front of him. When we walked in, we saw monkeys running about and knocking stuff over. I walked in further and looked around. “Fucking monkeys. Doesn't look like anyone has been here for a while,” I said.

“Let's look around and see what we can find. Don't wander off too far,” Joel said. I walked out into the hall and looked into the other rooms, going in and checking anything I saw that might give a clue what happened here. “Do you think They're still alive?” I wiped my head to the left and looked at Ellie. “I don't know. Maybe. I don't see any kind of signs of struggle but that doesn't mean something didn't happen. They were packing up to leave but why? That's the question. Whatever happened here, it happened a while ago.”

We continued going through the rooms, coming across monkeys once in a while. There were documents on the Cordyceps Infection and failed tests for vaccines. There were scans of people, infected, with different stages of Cordyceps. We looked through everything until we came to one of the rooms that had a white board with a map pinned to it. “Looks like they headed to Salt Lake City,” Joel said, pointing to the map where Salt Lake City was circled in red. “Looks like we're going to Utah,” I said.

We were getting ready to head back to the stairs when voices from outside floated up into the room through the broken window. Joel moved closer to look down at the ground, moved back, and put his finger to his lips. Ducking down we made our way out of the class room and down the hall. We were only a few feet from the stairs when we heard voices and footsteps coming up them. Joel quickly opened a door and pushed Ellie and I inside, closing it behind him and leaning against it to listen. When they passed the door, he opened it just enough so he could look into the hall.

One by one, silently, with Joel going first, then Ellie, and finally me, we moved out of the room and down the stairs. At the bottom Joel looked around before urging us toward the front doors where we came in. We got to the horses, untying them from the tree branch when yelling started. Then a shot went off and three men charged us. I pulled my gun, armed, and shot one in the shoulder, knocking him back. Another came up on Joel, who dodged the man's bat.

I shot the first one again in the leg and then shot another in the head before going to help Joel. He was struggling with the guy who had run at him. The man swung the wooden bat again, Joel dodged it and he hit the tree breaking the bat. “Yn, watch out!” Ellie yelled. Before I could turn around someone tackled me to the ground. We fought, rolling around, trying to get the upper hand on each other. I had no chance against him, he was bigger and stronger. He also had a knife in my face.

My hands wrapped around his wrist, pushing against him as hard as I could. My grip was slipping and the only thing I was able to do was move his hand down away from my face. He put all his weight down, driving the knife into my shoulder. A shot went off at the same time I screamed in pain, then he was falling off of me. Joel was standing above me and when I looked up I gasped. “Joel.” He looked down to where my eyes were fixed. The broken end of the bat was protruding from the side of his abdomen.

He stumbled back and I stood. “Joel, don't pull…” He pulled it out of his abdomen and threw it to the ground. Yelling got closer and closer to us. “Get on the horse, Joel!” Ellie told him, urging him to mount the horse. He did as told and she climbed up behind him. I got on the other horse and we headed towards the way we came in at. I shot at anyone following until we were completely out of sight.

Blood was running down my arm and hung limp by my side. We followed train tracks for miles before Joel started to slow down. Ellie was doing her best to keep him upright. I had come up beside them on the side Joel was leaning towards to try and help her. His skin had grown pale and clammy. I'm sure I wasn't looking the best either. The pain in my shoulder was horrible. With every bounce it shot down my arms and across my shoulder.

That all went away the moment Joel and Ellie's horse came to a stand still and Joel looked over at me before falling off the other side of the horse. Ellie yelled his name and got off the horse, falling to his side. I slipped off my horse, ran around to them, and fell to his other side. “Joel, look at me!” I said, grabbing his face to turn his head towards me. “Look at me, Joel.” His eyes looked up at me, his mouth opening but nothing came out. His eyes shut again and he fell unconscious. “Joel! Joel, don't do this! Wake up! Wake up, Joel! Please.” Ellie was shaking himself, tears coming to her eyes. “We can't do this without you.”

#joel x reader #ellie x joel #joel the last of us #joel and ellie #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller #ellie x riley #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #the last of us fanfic #the last of us game #the last of us #the last of us x reader #pedro pascal

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radioactive-dazey · 1 month ago

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Currently going down my list of people to ask about OCs because they rbed my OCtober bingo card :3

Tell me of the OCs!

Oh god I got about a million of them. This is going to be long, but I had to infodump. I'm not even sorry.

CW: Suicidal ideologies and similar themes

I was going to talk about some OCs I made for my comic, but seeing as I think they're better suited to be introduced through that, I'll talk about some ocs I made for an abandoned project

You just gave me the opportunity to yap about them and their universe. I will probably never get around to doing anything with them, bc of other projects that take priority. But gosh! If money wasnt a problem, Id talk to a video game company about them!

We gotta start with Melanie.

Melanie is a college student who has had night terrors and sleep paralysis her whole life. She has hallucinations of shadowy creatures watching her from dark corners on the daily. One night she "breaks free" from her sleep paralysis and gets up to face one of the shadow creatures, but it slips away. She follows it and ends up in a hellish dimension, where she meets Candice.

Candice is a ghost, a poltergeist to be exact. She's very sweet, but a little gullible and very excitable. She doesn't remember her life before she came to this dimension, but every so often she gets glimpses into it. Nothing she sees has ever been very good, and it makes her really upset to remember any of it.

Part of the reason she's so trusting is because she doesn't remember who she is. She runs into this shadow demon named Whisp, and becomes incredibly close with her. Eventually Candice started living in this dusty laboratory she found, and she and Whisp stopped hanging out so much. Something about Whisp and the lab owner hating each other....

Candice has a bunch of ghost powers. She can pick up objects and mess with technology. If she feels strong emotions (intense anger for example,) the objects around her start flying around. She feels things very intensely so this tends to happen fairly often.

Candice finds out the lab is owned by Billius, my knock off bill cipher oc (basically after gravity falls ended me and my friend wrote stories of how we thought Bill would act at the end of weirdmaggedon.) Billius is a horribly depressed, angry, ex powerful demon who had all his powers stripped away after he tried to take over the entire hellscape. His punishment is to essentially live out a few millenias without his magic, which really sucks because this entire dimension relies on it to do everything.

The one thing they let him keep was invincibility and immortality. And he's um. Not happy about it, if you catch my drift.

Billius has thrown himself into studying "Earth magic." That is to say, science. His studies range from chemistry to computer science, but seeing as he has to rely on heavily outdated material (that, and he's not very good at following instructions) he tends to mess up a lot.

He doesn't like Candice very much. He finds her incredibly annoying. Ghosts aren't a common species in this dimension (not in his part of it, anyway), so for his entire existence he had no idea they were real. That is, until about a decade ago, his technology started going haywire and lab equipment started floating in the air. Billius thought he was going crazy and talked to his partner Argus about it. She broke the news his lab was being haunted, which he promptly laughed in her face over... Candice quickly introduced herself after.

Argus is a "political figure" in this world. I use the term political figure loosely. They're what people on Earth would call an angel, but she's very much a demon based on this universe's standards. They're one of the powerful beings that stripped Billius of his powers, and thought ":) wow. He's kind of pathetic. I like that in a guy" and they started to get to know each other while he was doing community service. She keeps Billius on the right track, and basically sprays him with water like a cat whenever he starts doing "bad things" again.

Gonna circle back. Candice and Billius had a one sided friendship for the longest time. Once Billius found out ghosts existed, he changed his studies to ghost biology. Candice became his lab rat, and he began running tests on her to figure out "how she works."

These tests were incredibly painful but Candice went along with it, because she fully trusted Billius. It wasn't until Argus + another oc (whom I will not be talking about as he's not my own oc, but in fact my friends oc) called him out on his bullshit, that Candice realized "friends don't hurt friends"

Candice exploded. Argus, Billius, and the unnamed oc got to witness the full extent of her powers, and after they calmed her down (and cleaned up the lab) Billius swore to her he'd stop using her as a lab rat. Candice was distant with him for the longest time after, but they're okay now! Truely!

Now lets talk about Whisp :]

Whisp is a shadow demon. Their job is to essentially gain power (magic, energy, etc) through fear from other dimensions. They haunt people who are more suseptible to their influences. It's a relatively outdated occupation, but there are a few like Whisp who get some sort of kick out of it.

At one point, Whisp haunted Candice, back when she was a human. She'd whisper (get it??) horrible intrusive thoughts into Candice head. And unfortunately, Candice acted on them. Whisp convinced Candice to commit suicide when she was twenty years old. At that point, Whisp learned she gained far more power by absorbing energy through death, and later found out it didn't just stop at humans. It worked on other demons, too.

Nobody knows Whisp is responsible for Candice's death. Whisp was the very first person Candice came across in this dimension. Candice still trusts her with her full being, not realizing the "familiarity" she feels about Whisp is a huge warning sign.

After Melanie ended up in this hellscape with no way to return home, she's relying on Candice, Billius, Argus, and the unnamed oc to bring her home. And if they gotta go through the 7 layers of hell, so be it

Edit: for people playing the game

Candice: red

Billius: yellow

Argus: pink/purple

Whisp: black

Melanie: orange

#cw suicide #Aaaah this is so long #im so sorry (no im not)#i really love these guys. i was going to turn this premise into a video game but then covid happened. so #lost my chance :(#maybe one day!#thanks for the ask!#dazey yaps

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kingmagnificoofrosas · 9 months ago

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Any headcanon on the relationship between Amaya and Magnifico?

These two needed more screen time

Hey anon!

Matter of fact. Yes. But before that, I gotta say a few more things.

I personally am glad we didn't get to see more of them, cause what I saw of them already annoyed the heck out of me 😅 I'm capital B big on romance, soulmates and true love, but these two ... 😬 yeaaaaah ... no. If you're confused as to why I'm not a shipper, you can check out my analysis of them. I have 2 where I gave my best to explain it as well as possible 😊

I'm a very analytical person and very critical. If I see something, I study it to pieces. If I'm told something and I don't see actions to back that up, I don't buy it. And if we are told nothing but I see a hint that gets me to dive in a study and I then find proof to carry my theory, then it's exactly the other way around and I'll make sure to prove my point in that too.

That means, if I had found at least the tiniest hint that they are in fact each others true love, I kid you not, I would have plastered my blog with analyses of them, running through all the points that prove this to be true. I would ship them and rave my heart out cause I'm all in for true love, as already mentioned. But ... there was nothing.

I tried hard, very hard, to find anything that would have had me go "Oh! There we go! I can use that! Take a hold on this!" But then the end came and Amaya's actions only added up to what I already knew and rather than convince me I was wrong, the whole thing was kicked down the cliff energetically and proved my theory right. I respect shippers but I just cannot bring myself to it. Not even in an AU. After everything I saw, I just don't like them together 😬

And I've asked all my friends, asked my family memebers (because thats literally one of the first things I do before I fully dive into a study. I ask how others saw things.) Sometimes people don't see what I see, simply because they don't care to go deeper and those itty bitty details pass them by. My mom, for example, is probably the most direct person I know. She looks at things very objectively, whereas I look deeper) And my Dad and my cousin are like me, they watch very carefuly and pay attention to tiny details that easily float others by.

Now that I have that said, I'll tell a bit of my headcanon. Well, it will be way more throughly explained in my story I'm writing but anyway ...

To me, they had a marriage of convenience. Way back when they first gotten to know each other, they became close friends and at one point even started loving each other like siblings.

As soon as Magnifico found he posessed enough magic skills, he made the plan to find a place and build his new kingdom, his utopia, where he could make sure his past would never repeat. It was clear to Amaya that she wanted to help, of course. Coming from a royal family herself, she had at least a little know how that she could add to Magnifico's.

The idea of entering into a marriage of convenience was his idea. Partly to protect Amaya from inconveniences, since she was a lady and he didn't want people to whisper rude things behind her back simply because she was close to him.

The whole procedure was done quietly and purely on paper. But appearing as a married couple in public was enough to shut the whispering down and please Amaya's parents.

Now, don't misunderstand me, Magnifico and Amaya cared for each other, but they're just not soulmates. If they had been each other's true love, we would have seen it. Both in words and even more so in action. Especially in action. But we didn't.

#anon answered

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lunaryrs · 1 year ago

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🎵 cora and sienna

team / lorde

call all the ladies out, they're in their finery. a hundred jewels on throats, a hundred jewels between teeth. now bring my boys in, their skin in craters like the moon. the moon we love like a brother while he glows through the room. dancing around the lies we tell, dancing around big eyes as well. even the comatose, they don't dance and tell.

this one representing the entire friend group... i think they're so early lorde coded because they're so small town punk bitch royalty, skateboard wheels on cracked asphalt, slurpees in the parking lot, the gaggle of them with bruised knees and scuffed converse feeling on top of the world cuz their little hole-in-the-wall bar doesn't look too hard at their fake IDs when its otherwise dead on tuesday nights.

youth / troye sivan what if we run away? what if we left today? ... what if we start to drive? what if we close our eyes? what if we're speeding through red lights into paradise? 'cause we've no time for getting old, mortal bodies, timeless souls. cross your fingers, here we go. ... my youth is yours.

ummm why do i need ot explain this one just read the words. no i'm kidding i had a whole thought out thing for this one but i prioritized writing out other ones and then jake called me in the middle of doing that and i forgot about everything and this whole meme went to shit and here we are. but i know that you have a big brain and honestly? even if you didn't this one is pretty self explanatory.

16 / sadie jean

your old room, these walls look different. nothing's new, just days and distance. and i'm freaked out the more i realize it's gone now, but sometimes i want to be 16 at the park, parked in your dad's car. ... best friends, wanna get drunk in a backyard. so cool hanging out in the backyard. girl talk, talk about boys like it's business. mom's mad, gotta get home this instant. 16, bittersweet.

bram is only a baby and all but fuck that guy for coming between them like this............ i don't know i just picture cora in that little apartment with the baby reminiscing on the youth that she had/should still have rly and seeing her friendship w sienna at the center of it all. reflecting on the passing of time and all that's been lost and gained. they're still in each other's lives they'll just never have that version of themselves back and i think cora wishes she recognized how good those moments were when she was in them

"slut!" / taylor swift

flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard. clink clink, being this young is art. aquamarine moonlit swimming pool. what if all i need is you? ... adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows. love thorns all over this rose. ... but if i'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once.

my little lesbianism au... i love it because it conjures up images of like the neighborhood pools they'd hop the fence into, them attached by their pinkies floating side by side on tacky pool floats they got prior raiding walmart with full intent to trespass bc they knew someone was on vacation or whatever. i know i told you i never really had a reason for cora's general sense of discontent until i thought of this and everything kind of clicked. very clear on sienna being all she could ever need but hadn't considered it in the romantic sense and i couldn't unthink of it that way ever since. in terms again of the greater friend group given how a few of the guys treat mollie it's like ok... perhaps not the biggest leap to think there's some misogyny there, surely some criticism from the skeevier guys that would feel like yknow the hot girls in the friend group are obliged to them somehow (and of course being romantically involved w some of them already as well). so i like this idea that they have this sensual secret thing going on and just kind of weighing the pros and cons of being like fuck it lets abandon this charade

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knowltonsrangers · 2 years ago

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ideal location [ch.6]

Nathan Hale x F!Reader

No amount of warning could ever prepare you for the predicament you’ve somehow found yourself in.

After the fiasco in the kitchen, Nathan had retreated to the couch, and hasn’t moved since. And you had made all the pancakes, but they sit on the counter, cold and untouched.

There wasn’t much you could say, but there was something you could do. In a feat of reassurance, you had made your way back into your room, closing the door behind you and locking it.

There wasn’t much running through Nathan’s mind, and that is what made him so angry. Why couldn’t he remember his death, and why hadn’t it been enough to make him stay dead?

In a moment of blind frustration, his leg kicks out, nudging the coffee table in front of him. Immediately, he felt guilt, and turned around to apologize to you, only to see that you had left him, alone, in the foyer.

He’d never admit it out loud, but the last thing he wanted to be at the moment was alone.

It left him with the negative thoughts, and the lingering feeling that everyone knew something he didn’t.

And he hated that. He had wanted so badly to feel useful, the urge to help others, when all he did was get caught after opening his mouth.

His eyes move to the table, where a few images in frames reside.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t made him feel that way. When you both had found out his misfortune, you had attempted to make him feel better, telling him he was set up, that it wasn’t his fault—

Something sits still on his heart, causing his empty mind to float to thoughts of you.

You, on the other hand, were tearing apart your room, trying to find your history textbooks from school courses. You knew you had an early U.S. history book in here somewhere, and mess be damned, you would find it.

As you yanked your desk drawer open, a thought crossed your mind.

Why am I even doing any of this? This isn’t my mess to solve.

It pains you that your conscience is somewhat right. You could have just left him in that schoolhouse, and walked away, and none of this would be happening to you right now.

But your conscience also tells you that’s wrong. Yes, it wasn’t your choice, but it seemed fate has chosen for you.

Nathan had mentioned fate quite a few times, it was time to start being a bit more proactive about it.

The textbook sits squarely in the bottom drawer, and you grab it, as well as a fresh notebook and pen, stuffing it in your arms. Unlocking and swinging the door open, you march into the living room, spirits high.

You weren’t expecting to find Nathan standing, staring at you, as if he was waiting for you.

“y/n—“

“No, none of that,”

Holding up your free hand, you walk past him and grab your bag, stuffing your new supplies inside, as well as your laptop. You knew what he was about to say, and you weren’t having any of it.

“I’m not giving up, and neither should you. C’mon, we’re headed back to base. I’m gonna add our new information to the board.”

“It’s pouring outside, y/n, I don’t think that’s a wise idea—“

“It wasn’t a question, Captain.”

Something has sparked in you, something that is eager to see this through.

“I don’t see how you still think that we can rectify this,”

He places a hand on his hip, watching as you scurry around the room, picking up seemingly random things and putting them in your bag.

“I need you to do this. For me. We can’t sit around and mope, we’ve gotta do something about it. I need you to know that this information virtually means nothing, until all avenues have been exhausted.”

Something in your words makes him lower his defenses, hand falling from his hip as his shoulders relax.

“I…I apologize.”

“I don’t know how anyone is supposed to react to that kind of information, Nathan.”

You sigh, dropping your bag on the floor for the moment, feeling the heat that this needed to be talked out, now.

“I don’t have anything to compare it to, so as far as I’m concerned, you reacted completely within your rights.”

“Yes…but, you’ve done nothing but help, and I ignored you, and didn’t listen to what you had to say.”

He had to be the sweetest man you’ve ever stumbled across in the known history of human.

“Nathan, are you that upset with yourself because you think you were being mean to me?”

He averts his gaze to the window, suddenly finding the rain hitting the glass a bit more interesting.

“…it would be a fair possibility, yes…?”

“I’m not upset with you—not at all. This just makes me want to solve it even more now, for some reason.”

You tuck a piece of hair back behind your ear, leaning down to recover your bag and look for your car keys.

“If I were you, I would have started throwing things, maybe kicked a wall or two. Just because you had a moment of frustration, a moment of weakness, and couldn’t hear a word, does not make you a bad guy.”

When you turned around to search for your keys, unbeknownst to you, Nathan was staring at the back of your head with such a look in his eyes, blue iris’s lit up as if he’s just been awarded a medal of some kind.

There’s something about you, something that’s gotten his attention, and it’s not just because you’re the only person he’s stumbled across from this century. You’re different, you’re kind—and you have this flicker of sway that comes and goes periodically.

He’d be lying to himself if he wasn’t mildly attracted to the idea of hanging around here a bit longer than needed, so be it.

“…and the rains not that bad, I think we should trek to the schoolhouse. We can do a lot more there, and add to the board.”

Had you been talking—oh no—

“That sounds good to me, but please be careful operating your machine in this weather.”

He’s quick to recover, catching the ball of nylon you’ve thrown his way.

“Rain coat. Can’t have your pretty hair all wet, can we?”

Now he’s fumbled, following you out the door like it’s muscle memory as he shrugs on the coat.

Did you just say his hair was pretty?

[a/n: ndhsjsjsj I needed some lovey moments because FINALS. this is where the ‘x reader’ builds up- pls forgive me it took me SIX CHAPTERS.]

#sul writes #turn amc #turn washington's spies #Nathan hale #ideal location #nathan hale headcanons #nathan hale x reader

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scorpiolight-madd · 2 years ago

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Laid-Back Battle

Sonic Rebellion: Chapter 1 - Scene 1 (1st Draft)

I’ve been wanting to upload drafts, so I can show the progress I make on the series as I go. This’ll be queued, so it’s not going to upload exactly when I finish the draft, but I’ll be sure to upload them in order. Eventually, there’ll be updates and more drafts, until I finally upload the completed thing, but for now here’s the first draft!

Sonic shoots through the forest like a rocket, zigzagging through its maze-like paths as if it were second nature, the dense foliage barely managing to slow him down. He can feel the familiar rush of adrenaline rush through him as he flips upwards, crashing into two badniks before landing on the third in what he hoped to be a really cool-looking pose."Quit showing off!" Amy calls from the forest floor below. Her stance is wide, feet planted firmly in the ground to steady herself as she swings her hammer, smashing another badnik to pieces."Wait, are we showing off?" Knuckles turns his head to blink at Amy, and an opportunistic badnik swoops down on him the moment he looks away. He snatches it out of the air, slamming it into his fist and crushing it with his bare hands without even glancing in its direction. "Hang on, I gotta think of something cool to do."

Sonic rolls his eyes, flipping over backward to send the floating badnik he had been posing on hurtling into a tree. He lands deftly on the grass below, backflipping to kick another badnik out of commission. It spins off into Tails' direction, who quickly crouches to catch it. He reaches inside the smouldering hole Sonic had made, yanking out a handful of wires and sparking cords.

"Hey, did you change the types of circuits you use in these?" He calls, making Eggman pause his lazer fire."Well, yes, you mentioned last week that you were having an easier time after switching to a new type, so I thought I might give it a try.""It looks really good! Though you may want to rewire a few things, I noticed you're probably overloading the-""Tails!" Sonic interrupted, giving his little brother a what-on-mobius-do-you-think-you're-doing type look."Oh, yeah, sorry." Tails tosses a bomb over to two advancing badniks, shorting them out with a blast of electricity. They collapse in the grass, their metal shells falling off and piling around them. Eggman heaves a sigh, staring down at the mechanical carnage."Do you guys have any idea how hard it is to clean this stuff up?"Sonic simply shrugs, his snickering destroying his attempt at feigned ignorance.

"Well, now I'm gonna..." Eggman glances around his Eggmobile for something, anything to attack them with. "... Go back to my lair and think of something to destroy you with. I'll be back.""Seeya, Egghead!" Sonic waves, shouting at Eggman's retreating form. The moment he's out of sight, Sonic turns back to his friends. "How much do you wanna bet he's gonna come back with a robot we've already beaten before?""It's likely." Tails shrugs. "Honestly, it seems like he's starting to run out of ideas.""Maybe it's a budget issue?" Amy suggests, resting her hammer over her shoulder as she turns to head back to the village. The others chuckle, close on her heels.

The forest grows silent as the team of heroes leave to return home, only the quiet sparking of broken machines and wind rustling the leaves above. Sunlight glints off their metal exteriors, the smoke slowly dissipating in the gentle breeze. A rustle finally breaks the silence, a cloaked figure stepping out of the shadows to survey the destruction. Heels sink into the soft dirt below as they circle the robots, kneeling beside one to run their hand against its shell. They frown, looking over to the opening between the trees. They could just barely make out the heroes' retreating forms.

#paracosm: sonic rebellion #type: writing #sb:u writing #type: drafts #sb:u drafts

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

Part Twenty Six

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross posted on my Wattpad and AO3, if you prefer those formats. Here is a link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted.

Perhaps Joel's broken watch represents more than it just being a broken watch. Maybe it stands for when the seconds became meaningless, when lives as we knew them ceased; destined to forever be frozen in time. Maybe it's a reminder that some part of us will always be stuck in that day, at that very moment where it all went wrong.

Or maybe it's just a broken watch.

"Joel, Joel." My words sound forced as they work their way from my dry throat. I stumble forward towards him and am surprised when he doesn't flinch away in terror, or disappear as a figment of my imagination.

"Oh Noelle, oh baby what did they do to you?" He pulls me flush against him and hugs me as if I'd float away if he were to let go.

His arms are strong around me, holding me tight and I feel the tension leave my chest when it hits me that Joel came back. He came back for me. I grip the material of his shirt firmly in my fists and bury my face in his chest, inhaling the smell that makes me feel at home. My heart pounds in my chest as the adrenaline begins wearing off.

A loud noise from behind me jolts the two of us apart and Joel pushes me forward, not letting me look at the noise. Yells and commotion carry on and I go to look back against Joel's efforts, but he steps between me and the scene unfolding.

"We gotta get out of here, c'mon." He pushes me forward again and I trip over my feet before gaining my footing.

The two of us run side by side through the streets of Omaha, my lungs burning with each step forward. My body aches and my mind is clouded with thoughts of the men I've just murdered and that Joel actually came back for me.

Once we reach the outskirts of the city, we both stop and catch our breaths. My hands rest atop of my knees as I double over and breathe deeply. The commotion we were running from can no longer be heard and I realize that I have no idea how far we just ran. It felt like we were going for only a few seconds, but my body tells me we just ran a marathon.

"Come on, follow me." Joel says once he's recovered from the run.

He walks in front of me and I notice he's got a limp, but I'm not sure if it's from our run or if he got injured from the Tribunals. His broad shoulders slump with exhaustion as he leads the two of us through some streets and I can't help but keep my eyes glued to his figure. I never thought I'd see him again, and yet here he stands, welcoming me back with open arms after I just horribly murdered people.

"Watch your step." Joel tells me as we come the front of a building. My eyes catch the glimmer of thin wire in the sunlight, a tripwire of some sort.

Taking care to step over it and into the building, I see that it's been secured from inside as well. There are guns leaning against the walls, empty cans piled in one corner, and fresh boards nailed to the frame. Joel steps in behind me and closes the door, securing a rope to the handle to keep it closed.

"You were staying here?" I ask, my eyes lingering on the guns before looking to him. He looks tired, worn down.

"Yeah, I've been staying here." He confirms and slings the bag off of his shoulders.

"I thought we agreed that if something happened that you wouldn't come back." I realize that my words are harsh, considering he just helped me escape the Tribunals, but I can't help but worry about what would've happened if he also got caught. I see his fist clench and unclench at his side before he sighs,

"I couldn't- I couldn't just leave you there to 'em." He admits, eyes turning down to the floor.

"But what about your family? Joel if something happened to you-"

"You are my family now." He cuts me off, leaving me speechless. My jaw hangs slack as his words register in my mind. I search his eyes for any hint of a lie as his brown ones look into mine, but all I see is the pure truth.

"And you don't have to feel the same way, but I couldn't just leave you to 'em. We both know what they would've done. I couldn't, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I just gave up." He shakes his head with the last few words and I take a few steps towards him.

My mind is screaming at me that I am unworthy of Joel's loyalty, that I am just as bad as the people he saved me from. If he saw me push that hot iron through that man's mouth, and if he had seen me bash in the man's head on the ground, would he think differently?

But his words also bring forth a blooming feeling of hope deep within me. It's been over a decade since I last had someone to call family, and here Joel is offering just that. And when I recount everything that we went through on our journey here, I realize that I feel the same way about him. Joel has meant much more to me than just a travel partner for a long time now.

I step forward again and close the gap between us, once again burying my head in his chest and inhaling his signature scent. My eyes flutter shut as he embraces me with strong hands around my waist. I wonder what I possibly could've done to deserve Joel Miller. Within our embrace, we communicate everything that we cannot put words to.

His strong hands tell me that he's right here for me, his head atop of mine tells me that he's happy I'm here. And the way I hold him close, I hope that tells him how much I need him, how thankful I am to have him here with me.

When we step away from each other I notice the way he looks me over with caring eyes. His gaze lingers on my blood-soaked hands and I realize just how dirty I am. I've got blood from several people staining me from head to toe, and I know I've got bruises forming from the time I spent as a captive.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Joel's words are soft, a tone he doesn't often use but one I could get used to hearing. I nod and watch as he opens his bag and grabs two articles of clothing from it. He sets them aside and wets a rag with water from his bottle.

"Where'd you get that?" I ask about the water and clothes, I know we had close to no water upon arrival to Omaha, and I don't think he regularly carries women's clothing in his bag.

"Took the water from that group's supply and found the clothes in an old store somewhere around here." He says as he comes to me, holding the rag out.

My hand reaches out to take the rag from him, but Joel pushes my hand away and steps closer. He brushes some of my hair behind my ear before gently running the cloth over my face. The water is a welcome feeling and the care he takes to make sure my skin gets clean makes my heart swell.

He moves from my face down my arms, taking extra care to clean around my fingernails. His own hands look like they also saw a fair share of cuts and bruises. The rag has turned from white to a rusty brown color, and by the time most of the blood is off of my skin, you'd never know it was white to begin with.

Joel tosses the rag on top of the cans he has piled up in the corner and goes to grab the clothes from his bag. He's picked out a light wash pair of jeans and a simple dark green sweater, reminiscent of the green flannel he was wearing when we first met. He turns around and walks back to his bag as I change and doesn't turn around until I call his name.

He turns around and looks at me, lips twitching upwards into a small smile.

"Feel better?" He asks and I nod, going to sit down on the ground as my feet ache terribly. I rub my eyes and yawn, feeling like I could sleep for days.

"Yeah, I feel better." I answer and lay back on the floor to stretch my back out.

From between the boards he's put up on the windows, I can tell that the sun is going down. I can only hope that we're far enough away from the Tribunals that they won't be making a surprise appearance tonight. But I know that if they do, I'm prepared to go to any lengths necessary to keep Joel safe.

"Here why don't we try this?" He says and stands, going to the back corner of the building for something. He walks back and I lean on my elbows to see what he's grabbed, and see three sleeping bags in his hand.

"Where'd you get those?" I ask, eyeing the material.

"Same place I got the water. At one of their outposts." He answers and lays them down on the ground. With a wince, I move over onto one of them and relish the little relief they provide. Joel sits next to me, his hand a few inches from my face.

We sit in silence for a while, digesting everything that's happened in such a short period of time. My mind wanders back to my initial mission, to bring justice to the three murdered children in Boston. And I can't help but wonder if I've actually fulfilled the mission, or if it got lost among my rage. The men I killed, was it enough to be true justice? Or was it too many? Were their deaths too violent? Or were they not violent enough?

I can't seem to land on one solid answer.

My eyes open and land on Joel's face that's being illuminated by the golden rays of light peeking between the boards. While I can't find an answer about my initial goal, I know for a fact that one thing is going to be accomplished; Joel is going to get back to his family. If everything else about this journey has been a failure, at least I know he's going to be reunited with his people.

"Thank you, Joel." I say as I study his features in the sunlight, and he looks down at me with a crinkle between his brows.

"Thank me for what?" He shakes his head.

"Thank you for not giving up on me." I say, and not just about him coming to rescue me from the Tribunals.

"You don't have to thank me for a thing." His voice is deep, yet soft. I sit up and shake my head, knowing he's wrong.

"I do though. If it weren't for you, I would've died long ago on this journey." I recall the first few days into our travels, where we came across the group of savage men.

I remember how their fingers felt on my body, and I remember how Joel saved me from them. And even before that, how he helped me over the wall in Boston, narrowly escaping death by infected.

"We helped each other, it's what we do." He says as if it's plain as day, like his loyalty is given blindly, though I know that the exact opposite is true.

"Well, thank you anyways." I say, wanting him to know that I'm not jus staying these words to say them, that I genuinely mean it.

A few moments of silence pass before I feel Joel shifting around beside me. He adjusts the way he's sitting so that he can see me more clearly, and I watch as he runs a hand over his beard. He almost looks nervous.

"Um, those men back there, did they hurt you?" His question is loaded with double meaning, and I can see the fear and hurt in his eyes, as if he's already convinced himself of the answer. I sit up so that I can look at him at eye-level, so he can see how sincere I'm being.

"They weren't nice, but no, they didn't assault me if that's what you're wondering. Nothing I couldn't handle." I tell him and watch as his shoulders relax.

"Wish I coulda killed all those bastards." He grumbles and picks at the material of the sleeping bags. His words do spark a certain curiosity in me though.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask, knowing I can just come out and ask him, but stalling because I'm afraid of the answer. He nods his head,

"Of course." This time it's my turn to look away,

"Did you see those men in the building when you found me?" My voice is uncharacteristically quiet, but I know he heard every word. Being too afraid of what I might see if I look up, I keep my focus trained on my hands.

"I did." He says bluntly, not giving me exactly the answer I was hoping for. Knowing Joel though, I'm going to have to come out and ask exactly what I mean.

"You saw them, and you still want to be around me?" I ask, curious as to how he could've seen them and not be wary of me.

He reaches out and puts a finger under my chin and forces me to look at him. There's no trace of disgust, apprehension, or doubt on his face. All I see, once again, is nothing but authenticity.

"I don't think any less of you because of what you had to do back there. We've all had to do the same thing at some point. And the way I see it, they got exactly what they deserved." He says, taking his hand away from my face and taking the warmth along with him.

"I just, I don't know if it was really justice served." I say, understanding how ironic my words are considering what the Tribunals allegedly stand for.

"Those people, they'll get what's comin' to them sooner than later. And we put a pretty good hurting on them back there." Joel says, a small smirk on his face, like he's proud to have laid waste to their camp.

I remember the smoke and the commotion, and realize it must've been from Joel's orchestration of some type of trap. A clever one at that. I nod, agreeing with him and lay back down. My body and mind are exhausted, and all I'd like to do is sleep for the next week straight.

The sun sets until we're left in the moonlight. Judging by the amount of light filtering through the boards it must be a full moon. Joel and I lay side by side on the sleeping bags, being mindful to give each other a respectable amount of space. But really, all I want to do is curl up next to him.

He shifts around beside me and I can tell he's restless and on alert. Like me, he's probably worried those men will find us here. I turn around to face him, admiring the way the silver light highlights his features.

"You rigged those traps earlier? The ones that went off at the courthouse?" I ask, wanting to know how he managed to pull it off.

"I did." He runs a hand over his beard and glances down at me. Something in the way he looks at me in the dim light sends butterflies to my stomach.

"How'd you do it?" I keep my voice low, so if people are outside they can't hear us. Joel sighs beside me,

"When they took you away I ran. I figured if I could get out then I would have a better chance of getting you back. And so I watched them and their patterns for two days. In between patrol shifts I would break in to their armory and take a few ingredients here and there. And then last night while I was putting the wires in place, I heard them talk about you. So I set up the trip wires and made dirty bombs." He explains and I hang onto his every word.

Joel went through a lot of trouble just for me. He should've been on the road back to his family right now, but instead he chose to stay and help me. Without thinking, I reach out and rest a hand on his thigh, feeling him tense under my touch.

"Thank you. Not a lot of people would go through the trouble. And just so you know, if it were the other way around, I would've done the same thing." I tell him. He lets the silence linger between us for a moment before he speaks up.

"You remember back at the farm, when I told you about my daughter?" He asks, and I recount our time at the farm, where we holed up for a day or so.

"Yeah, I remember." I recall that he didn't say much about his daughter, but I understand she didn't make it.

"The first night all of this started going down, we got into a car accident. She twisted her ankle. We ended up at the other end of gun, military man just following orders. And they shot her right in my arms. I couldn't save her." I hear his voice crack as he tells his story, and my heart aches for him. I know all too well the trauma that accompanies watching the death of your child. Moving my hand from his thigh, I find his larger hand and place mine atop of his.

"I'm so sorry, Joel." I whisper and squeeze his hand, letting him know I'm here for him. Joel is reserved by nature, and I know that by him telling me this it means he trusts me.

"I was late comin' home that night, I should've been there with her. And this watch, she fixed it for me, it's the last thing she ever gave me. " His voice is thick and clouded with emotion and I look at the broken watch on his wrist. My eyes wander from his wrist to his face and see tears in the corners of his eyes.

"You couldn't have possibly known, it's not your fault." I tell him, knowing I have a hard time not blaming myself for Lucas' death. Joel takes a shaky breath in, and I squeeze his hand once more.

"When the infection made its way to my town, we were looking for a way around the highway. Ryan had Lucas in his arms and they turned the corner before I did. An infected got them, and they bled out there on the street while the soldiers dragged me away." My free hand rests on top of my necklace, a constant reminder of my lost loves.

"I'm sorry, Noelle." Joel says and I shake my head.

"If only we hadn't turned that corner." I say, knowing how I've dwelled on that moment endlessly since it happened, but knowing that there's no way to turn back time. As the thought crosses my mind, my eyes lock onto Joel's wrist once more.

Or maybe it's just a broken watch.

Silence takes over once more, our hands almost intertwined with as we lay side by side. I feel the exhaustion finally begin to win the battle, my eyelids grow heavy. But before I can close my eyes for the night, I can't help but wonder where we go from here.

Joel saved me, told me I was family, but I'm not sure our paths will run together for much longer. After all, he's on his way back to his real family, and after he saw the men I had killed, I'm not sure he'd want me around his real family.

And I don't blame him if he wants to part ways in the morning, to keep his family and his newfound daughter safe from what I'm capable of. Not that I could ever dream of hurting them, but it may bring them peace of mind to not have me there. Besides, I know the lengths he will go to protect his newfound daughter.

I just hope that I can live with a fractured heart, that I may be able to go on after knowing Joel Miller.

Part Twenty Seven

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pinkdreamcollectorsworld · 5 months ago

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i wanted to send this as an ask bc im shy on public tumblr posts but! first of all good luck and congrats, fanfic writing is so fun & it's so brave of you to start & put yourself out there <3 i've been writing fic since i was 13 so i have a few (hard earned) tips, which im sharing just bc you asked for some !! i'm SORRY IT'S SO LONG OH MY GOD I did not expect to write my uh Ten Fic Commandments????? but dbdhdjwj here you go i hope they help <3

1) don't be afraid to mess up, like seriously. I had a HUGE issue looking back/thinking on past fics I wrote bc the writing was ~so cringe~. it made me want to delete everything, even the stuff that had good reviews. but I once saw a school play, and the kids were 11-13, and they sang and danced their little hearts out, and were any of them amazing? no. most of them weren't talented at all. but I grinned the whole time because they were having fun and I had fun with them. as long as you're having fun then so will everyone else

2) no one ever masters style or grammar or syntax or blah blah blah. it evolves every single time you write something new. the best way to figure out what YOU like is to go look at your favorite fic and analyze HOW it was written. then Emulate (don't copy; emulate) their style, their tone (to do this, you're going to want to study how they use all of those boring english class words like imagery and metapher and ominomonimepia. how do they phrase things, how much detail do they go into? how much do they describe? how many dialogue tags, and which ones? where is the verb in the sentence; before or after the adverb (i.e. 'quickly running' or 'running quickly'). You'll pick it up, and because you're emulating and no impression is perfect it will become your own naturally. And then you get to watch yours shift and shift and shift and shift and shift and shi

3) as long as you're having fun, try not to give a shit about characterization, editing, etc etc. you attract the people who like YOUR style and your portrayal, and if people don't like it they usually, in my experience, simply click away. honestly not even because they're good people, but because they simply don't have the time or energy to write a bad comment. laziness as a sign of genuine kindness (?) maybe so

4) I know everyone always says comments & kudos & bookmarks don't matter as long as you're having fun, and maybe to some people they don't, but if they do that's Okay. because that's a piece of you. they matter to plenty of people, including me!! It makes sense to share something and want to see your efforts rewarded. try to find a person in the fandom you're writing for, whether it's thru tumblr or ao3 comments or twitter or Whatever, & if you click, stick to em like glue, because they're about to be Spammed With Snippets. you gotta find a pal to be absolutely unhinged with

5) If you get stuck, skip. I can't tell you how many random snippets I have floating around for different ideas, or the same idea at different points in the writing timeline, stuff like that. If you have an idea in your head then write That; don't worry about the other stuff. That can come later

6) Speaking of getting stuck, if you're stuck at a particular part, just write out the dialogue or the action without any fancy phrasing. Whenever I get stuck I just start describing what I want to happen, and for me, it sometimes evolves into me picking up the narrative again. You can go back later to properly describe how kevin was eating his ham sandwich

7) have fun in your author's notes. go batshit. people love to see batshit & if you love to be batshit then embrace that so hard. be so so so so cringe and awkward and nerdy. i love to see a person having a good ol fashioned insane time & I know a bunch of people who do too

8) don't worry about editing if you don't want to. honestly it's so overrated. i once edited a chapter three times and had THREE OTHER PEOPLE read it through to make sure everything read well, and we ALL missed the fact that 5 guys + 6 guys most DEFINITELY does not equal 13 guys. in any situation at all. it was a laugh, helped me to not take things so seriously. I recently went back to have a laugh & even though I edited it to fix it at the time the comments pointed it out, there was STILL A COUPLE OF ADDITION MISTAKES THAT I MISSED AND NEVER FIXED. IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS FJDJDJWK. you learn to laugh about that stuff, that's the whole point i think

9) please don't be afraid to mess around with setting & aus and such. feel free to turn that character into a cat Just Because. not everything needs an explanation & sometimes it's just more fun to be like "yeah idk he's a cat now Because I Say So! enjoy the chapter & if you like leave me a comment or a kudos!! 1 comment = 1 meow" just be totally unashamed of your good time, whatever that looks like to you

10) if you ever need a cheerleader, my ims are open <3 good luck, have fun, may the force be with you !!!!

p.s. take a shot every time i say 'fun'

I love this! Thank you!

#creative writing #a03 fanfic #ao3

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siixkiing · 2 years ago

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Apologies for my activity dropping lately...winter is rolling up and usually when that happens I get what I can only describe as ‘Winter Brain’. It’s nothing to worry about, just know I might be very very slow (more than normal) answering things or might have low activity on here and other places.

You are still welcome to send in asks and all that fun stuff. Hopefully my mood will pop back up sooner or later...I hope =w=;;;

#Loss of Powers | {OOC}#The Scrolls | Mun Menu {Post}#I apologies to everyone who I have stuff from I haven't answered; on here or on discord #I just been very...bleh and tired lately =w=;;;#BUT that doesn't mean you can't shot me some messages or such ;3 #My ask box is always open and I am always down for new interactions 8D #Also; hope everyone is enjoying the Halloween Icon for the Monkeys 83 #Had a lot of fun making it X'3 #Spooky season is my favorite and I might plan to do something with them both for it #Maybe???#There are a few other ideas that been floating around; but I gotta run them by the partners they'd be with first #Anyway hope everyone is having a good fall/winter season #Stay safe and take care of yourselves <3333 #-blows kisses to you all-

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star--anon · 3 years ago

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I See The Player You Mean

Ayup, Tumblr. It has been a while, but have tkle fic.

Uh, most of these are actually fics I wanted to write but got too lazy for, so I just shortened them and threw them together

Word Count: 1685

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And the universe said I love you.

"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.

"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.

Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."

Another poke made him squeal.

And the universe said you have played the game well.

"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."

"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.

"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."

Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.

And the universe said everything you need is within you.

"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.

Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.

"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"

And the universe said you are stronger than you know.

A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.

Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.

Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.

But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...

"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"

Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.

But this wasn't "normally" anymore.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"

"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"

"Revenge, old man!"

And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.

So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.

And the universe said you are the night.

"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.

"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."

Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.

"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"

"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!

He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.

"PLAY!"

"Fr-Frahahahahan!"

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.

Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.

The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."

Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."

The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."

"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."

And the universe said the light you seek is within you.

"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."

Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"

"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."

Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.

"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"

Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.

"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"

"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"

"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"

"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"

And the universe said you are not alone.

"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.

"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."

"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"

Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.

"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

"Jealous?"

Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.

"J-Jealous of what?"

"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."

"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."

"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.

"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."

And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"

"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.

Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.

"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"

As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"

And the universe said I love you because you are love.

"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.

"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"

"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!

Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"

And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"

"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

-🌟

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abyssruler · 2 years ago

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for the prompt suggestion:

"well, that was a bad idea..." or alternatively "well, that actually went better than expected..." with itto ?

“Well, that actually went better than expected…” you say with a smile, only for a stall behind you to erupt in flames. Your smile has never dropped so fast. “…Or not.”

Itto grabs your wrist, laughing as he pulls you along to escape from the soldiers of the Tenryou Commission. “C’mon, unless you wanna spend a night in prison!”

“You two! Stop!” Someone behind you shouts.

The two of you duck through stalls, sneaking through alleys and trying (and failing) to be as inconspicuous as possible, what with Itto’s general hulking stature and the ends of your clothes on fire.

Wait.

“Holy shi—”

“Language!” Itto admonishes, sounding very much like granny oni.

“My clothes are literally on fire!” You start jumping around, patting at the flames in hopes of snuffing them out and only succeeding in burning your hand. “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die—”

“You’re on fire!” he yells.

“Yes, we’ve established that already!” Completely agitated, you continue flopping around like a headless chicken. He watches you with eyes as wide as saucers before looking left and right as if something magical will appear to help with your predicament.

The flames start to lick through the layers of your clothing, and you’ve never been more grateful that you listened to Shinobu’s suggestion of bundling up thick today. You silently mourn as your outer layer slowly turns to ash. This was your favorite yukata! (It was your only yukata, but no one had to know that.)

Itto distracts you from your panicking thoughts by bodily picking you up and running like his life depends on it. You instinctively clutch onto his shoulders. With your proximity to each other, you were now both on fire and still running for your lives from the Tenryou Commission.

And then he jumps.

“What are you doing—!” Water enters your mouth.

You push him away, raising your head and gasping for air. He emerges from the water beside you, boisterously laughing as he shook his head free from water like a dog.

“Whaddya think, pretty quick thinking on my part, eh?” He turns his face in your direction with a big grin, waiting for your approval.

Something floats in the water to your left. With slowly dawning horror, you look around you. Murky water, questionable things floating around, something squishy and most likely disgusting right where you’re sitting. It was… it was…

The smell hits you like a ton of bricks.

“You idiot! You brought us to the sewers!”

Itto raises his hands. “Woah there! No need to get so worked up. A guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do, and this was the nearest water I could find. Besides, I saved our lives, didn’t I?”

“There’s literally a canal just over there.” You point to said canal only a few meters away.

He waves his hand. “Psh! Sewer, canal, they’re all the same!”

“No, they’re not! I—”

“There you are.” A new, familiar voice enters the conversation. You look up, meeting the unamused eyes of one Kujou Sara. She starts listing the crimes you’ve allegedly committed, and you wince with every word that comes out of her mouth. Raising a hand, she gestures to the two of you sitting in the dirty sewer. “Arrest them.”

Itto begins to protest. “What? No! I was the one responsible for the fire, you only gotta arrest me!”

You face palm. “Itto, several people saw me light up that fire cracker inside the stall.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean—”

“Enough,” Sara interrupts. She then looks to the soldiers hesitating by her side. “Well? I ordered you to arrest them.”

The soldiers look at each other, the dirty sewer, and Kujou Sara’s quickly thinning patience, and decided that braving the putrid sewage water was better than facing the Tengu’s wrath. You and Itto are hauled off, handcuffed, and dragged to the police station. They at least had the decency to let you two take a shower before shoving you in a cell next to each other.

Well, it was probably a given that any date with Arataki Itto would end in one or both of you in prison.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #gn reader #genshin drabbles #arataki itto #genshin impact #asks #anon #prompts

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sacredsorceress · 3 years ago

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Milestone || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: a journey through some of the biggest milestones in yours and bucky’s relationship from the day you first met to sharing a home of your own

a/n: in this we’re gonna pretend that bucky didn’t get dusted! also reader has powers similar to those of wanda’s. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.4k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

The First Time You Met

Running down the hallway of the airport, you watched as Peter was swept off of his feet and into the air by none other than Falcon, leaving the man you recognized as the Winter Soldier in your midst. Your shoes squeaking against the floor as you stopped short, you threw your arms into the air, stopping the man from moving.

Snapping his attention towards you, he furrowed his eyebrows and you could feel him fighting against your magic. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried your hardest to keep him contained but with only so much experience, he broke through it in a minute, coming for you straight after.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself, watching as he strode over to you.

Clasping your hands together before pulling them apart, you created a baton of sorts in just enough time to hold it in front of yourself as Bucky cornered you into a wall. Pushing him back with the beam, you grunted, trying your hardest to keep the magic from dying out.

“You’re not very good at this.” He commented, attempting to pull the magical beam from your hands.

“I’m...” You grunted. “.... new.”

Using all of your force, you shoved him back. Taking the first opportunity you saw, you began shooting blasts of magic at him while he stumbled backwards. Attempting to dodge the blasts, he moved forward, putting his hands in the air.

“Look,” He said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Watching as he stumbled backwards, closer to a ledge, you halted the blasts, tilting your head sideways.

“Lucky me.”

As soon as the words fell from your mouth, you used the rest of your force, swinging your arms backwards and then pushing forward to shove him through the railing and over the edge, his eyes wide as he fell backwards. When he fell, he took the Falcon with him.

Glancing up above, you saw Peter, shooting a web to hold the two men to the ground. Feeling the energy in your palms, you floated down to the floor they were held to, standing above them.

“Look guys, I would love to keep this up but I’ve only got one job here today and I’ve gotta impress Mr. Stark, so I’m really sorry-” You watched as the drone took Peter’s web and pulled him through the window cutting him short, Peter screaming as it did.

Turning back to the men, you pulled the hood of your cloak over your head.

“Don’t worry about the drone thing,” You said. “I know when to see myself out.”

Turning to make your way towards the exit of the airport, you heard Bucky call from behind you.

“Hey!” He shouted. “Who are you?”

Bucky didn’t know why he was asking. He could barely even remember facts about himself, never mind keep track of every super human person he came across, but there was something nagging in his mind, begging him to learn more.

Glancing over your shoulder, looking at the Winter Soldier one last time, you smirked.

“Y/n.”

And with that you left the airport.

First Touch

The hatch to the ship opening, you stumbled down the steps, gripping Nebula’s arm to keep your balance. As Steve took hold of Tony, Pepper rushing to his side, you looked up to find the familiar face of Rhodey making his way towards you.

“I chose the wrong day to go see who Dr. Strange was.” You chuckled somberly, trying to make light of the situation.

Grabbing your arm to steady you as you slowly walked down the steps, Rhodey shook his head.

“The fight wasn't much better back here.” He said. “At least we had oxygen though. You’re not looking so good, kid.”

Too afraid to have looked at your deteriorating reflection the past three weeks, you knew he was being too kind.

It had been nearly three weeks since Thanos snapped away a half of the universe’s population, leaving you, Tony and Nebula stranded in space. You had run out of fuel weeks ago and had nearly lost hope of ever returning home as the oxygen supply began dwindling until Captain Marvel had found your ship and brought you all safely back to the Avengers Compound.

Despite being back, three weeks in space had left you exhausted, starving and dehydrated- just to name a few.

Biting back the dizziness you felt, you sighed.

“I’m- I’m fine, Rhodes.” You said, beginning to feel lightheaded. “It’s nothing-”

Missing your footing on the step, you tripped, losing your balance from Rhodey, about to hit the ground until you felt an arm wrap around your torso and the cool touch of metal grasp your hand. Looking up, you were met with the familiar face of the man you had fought two years ago at the airport in Germany, his hair cut shorter since the last time you had seen him, but recognizable nonetheless.

“Bucky Barnes?” You asked, standing up straighter with his assistance.

“Y/n.” He replied, shooting you a gentle smile.

Although you had what many would consider super-human abilities with your magic, due to being discovered after the civil war between the Avengers that had effectively split up the group- you weren't used to being recognized. Hearing your name fall from his lips felt somewhat gratifying.

“You remember my name?” You asked in disbelief

“Hard to forget the name of the woman who kicked my ass.” Bucky chuckled, helping you walk towards the doors of the Compound. “Doesn't happen often.”

For the first time in weeks you allowed yourself to smile as you gazed up at the man holding you steady, making sure you didn’t fall. When his blue eyes met yours, you adverted your gaze, turning your attention towards Natasha who wheeled a wheelchair through the doors of the Compound and towards the two of you.

Moving his flesh hand to rest on your lower back, his vibranium one still in yours, he helped you slowly ease into the chair. When you sat back in the chair, resting your feet on the footrests, you looked up at the super soldier and smiled.

“Not looking for a rematch are you?” You asked, slipping your hand out of his and resting it on your abdomen. “‘Cause I think I’m gonna need a raincheck.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he laughed shaking his head.

“No, I think I’m done with fighting.” He said.

Feeling Natasha pulling back on the wheelchair, about to spin your chair around and towards the doors, you threw him one last smile.

“That makes two of us.”

Just when Bucky was about to turn around and walk away as Nat wheeled you through the doors, the chair stopped and he watched as you glanced over your shoulder.

“And Sarge?” You called.

“Yeah?”

“I like the new arm.”

For the first time in decades, Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks as he watched you tiredly speak to Natasha until you left his line of sight.

First Kiss

It had taken you nearly a month to recover from your time in space since returning back to Earth. Although you understood that there wasn’t much to be done since Thanos had wiped out half of the universe, you still felt guilty taking up space in the Compound when all you would do was lay in bed, attached to an IV.

The one thing that made your time on bedrest a little more bearable was none other than Bucky Barnes.

Throughout your stay in bed he had consistently visited you. Though at first he was a bit shy, you had proven to be someone he could trust- assuring him that he could never be a bother to you and that you genuinely enjoyed having his company- maybe a bit too much, but you would never tell him that.

Bucky himself was surprised that he had put himself so out there with you after living such a solitary life for nearly the past 80 years, but there was just something about you that drew him to you time and time again. He couldn’t pinpoint it- whether it was your kindness, humor or intelligence- he found both joy and peace in your presence- something he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be in.

So, despite the voice in the back of his head telling him that you didn’t want to see him, he had visited you while you got better in bed, taking care of you in the littlest of ways until he watched the dark circles under your eyes fade away and your ability to walk without his assistance return.

Finally feeling somewhat better, you had insisted to bucky that you were ready to train again and no matter how many times he tried to convince you that you weren’t, he could never say no once you squeezed his hand and pouted up at him.

He was regretting not saying no to you as he now stood across from you in the training room.

“Y/n, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” He said, watching you sway in your spot despite your feet being planted to the mat.

“C’mon Barnes,” You taunted, raising your hands. “You scared?”

Just as he was about to open his mouth again, you shot a blast of magic towards him, Bucky dodging it just as it whooshed past his head.

“I wasn’t even ready!” Bucky exclaimed.

Shrugging your shoulders you formed another beam made of magic, holding either ends of it with your hands as Bucky came towards you.

Trying to plant your feet to the ground, feeling another hit of dizziness wash over you, you pushed him back with the beam, but before you could do anything more, his leg swept under yours, making you lose your balance.

Before you fell to the ground, however, the magic in your hands diminished as you gripped your hands into Bucky’s shirt bringing him down with you.

Flipping over before you fell, you landed on top of the super soldier, your hands planted firmly on his chest. With his hands above his head that was inches away from yours, you both stared at each other- you finally noticing just how much you liked the scruff that coated his jawline and him admiring the color of your eyes and how he swore he could lose himself in them if only he had the chance.

Opening your mouth, you felt the thumping of Bucky’s heart against your fingertips that were resting on his chest as he gazed up at you.

“Your heart is beating really fast.” You whispered, out of breath despite you barely having trained.

“Yeah, it does that when I see you.”

You could barely believe what you were hearing until you felt Bucky’s hands come up and cup your face, glancing down at your lips before back to your eyes, asking wordlessly for your approval.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you eagerly nodded back at him.

Before you could even process it, you felt Bucky’s lips meeting yours as he pulled you into a kiss, his hands moving from cupping your face to wrapping around your body, pulling you tight against him. All you could remember thinking was that despite his tough exterior, his lips were soft and you could lose yourself in the comfort of having his arms around you all day if he let you.

Pulling away first, a beaming smile spread across Bucky’s face as he rubbed circles against your back.

“If you wanted to kiss me so bad,” He teased. “You could’ve just asked.”

First “I Love You”

Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, your legs swinging in the air, you offered the bag of popcorn in your hand to your boyfriend who was sat beside you. Taking his eyes off of the view in front of him, he grabbed a fistful of the salty treat from the bag, popping it in his mouth.

“Did you have stuff like this back in the olden times?” You asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

“What?” He asked despite his mouth being full. “You mean fireworks? How old do you think I am?”

Laughing at how he mocked offense over your question, you sat up straight, pecking his cheek.

“One hundred doesn’t sound much better, babe.”

Rolling his eyes, knowing that you loved him anyway, he brushed off the remaining salt from his fingertips, wrapping his vibranium arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him.

Just as he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple, he jumped in his spot as he heard the loud sound of the first firework shooting up into the air over the water before “popping” and bursting into an array of color.

“Look!” You exclaimed, pointing towards the display. “It’s starting!”

Although he took a quick glance at the firework display, his attention was purely focused on you. He couldn’t help but admire the way the colorful lights reflected on your skin or how you had a hint of an open smile on your face watching as the fireworks burst midair. No show could compare to looking at you.

He couldn't help but feel his heart race in his chest, breath caught in his throat as he admired your beauty- even when you were still in your suit from watching over the parade with him earlier that evening. He was convinced there wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t completely enamored with and you only gave him more reasons to love you every single day.

Before he even realized what he was saying, admiring you in complete bliss and utter awe, the words slipped out of his mouth.

“I love you.”

He thought you wouldn’t be able to hear, the sound of another firework popping ringing in his ear, but when you turned towards him, your eyes wide and mouth agape, he knew you had.

“Did you just say that you love me?” You asked, fireworks continuing to burst behind you.

Not one to lie- especially not to you- he nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

A smile beginning to form on your face, you grabbed the strap on his jacket, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you too.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, the sound of the finale of the display ringing behind you as the fireworks burst one after another in air, every color imaginable washing over your joined figures sitting on the edge of the rooftop on that cool summer night, almost as if it were taking the feeling shared between the two of you and bringing it to life for the world to see.

First Home

“Okay!” You nodded, pointing to the corner of your living room. “That one can go over there. Thank you so much for your help, Steve.”

“I helped Buck move into his first apartment, Y/n.” Steve said wiping his hands on his pants. “I wouldn’t miss stuff like this for anything.”

Smiling at Steve’s comment, you felt Bucky’s vibranium hand land on your lower back, pulling you closer. Leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arm around him in return, staring up at your boyfriend.

“Yeah and the first time he was about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter.” Bucky chuckled. “This is easy for him.”

Watching Natasha set down the last box on top of a pile of the others in the kitchen, you excused yourself from your boyfriend and his best friend, making your way into the other room.

When you had left the two of them’s earshot, Bucky watching as you left, Steve rested his hand on Bucky's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You know,” Steve said. “I’m happy for you, Buck. I think this is gonna be good for you.”

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s comment- despite how cheesy it was- because he knew it was true.

When Bucky’s memory had finally been cleared, a part of him had always feared that even though he had been given a new chance at life, he would never have a normal one. Although he knew “normal” was a strong term for the life you two shared together given that he was a century old super soldier and you had magical abilities- you had given him a chance at a peaceful life full of love and contentment which was all he could ever dream of asking for.

The idea of finding love and having a family was something that he worried was left eighty years in the past, but you proved to him that life didn’t end for him when he fell from that train- if anything it brought him the beginning he had always hoped for.

“Sure you won’t miss me too bad, pal?” Bucky asked.

Taking his hand back from Bucky’s shoulder, Steve laughed shoving his hand in his pockets.

“No, I think I’m used to it by now.” Steve chuckled. “It’s just like you to be able to find a woman with shared life experience even when half the world disappears.”

Shaking his head at his friend’s joke, he shoved him playfully.

“C’mon, ya’know this is different.” Bucky said. “I think this is the last one for me.”

Without missing a beat, Steve smiled.

“I know.”

Hearing the sound of you and Natasha’s footsteps stepping back into the room, Bucky kept his mouth shut, feeling your hand run over his shoulder as you stood beside him.

“Don’t forget about me now that you have your own place, okay Y/n?” Nat said crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry.” You told her. “I’ll come visit every day.”

“Well, not every day-” Bucky interjected.

“No. I meant what I said. Every day, Nat. You’ll wish you never said anything.”

Once the laughter that had erupted in the room settled, Steve and Nat said their goodbyes to you and your boyfriend, you both waving them off as you shut the door behind them. When the door was shut and you and Bucky were left in your new apartment alone together, you rushed over to your bag by the door, pulling a neatly wrapped gift out of it.

“What’s this?” Bucky asked as you handed him the present.

“Just a little housewarming gift.” You smiled.

Gazing at your smiling face, a smile finding its way onto his, he looked down at the present in his hands, carefully tearing the paper off of the gift to reveal a framed photo of the two of you.

A framed photo of the two of you fighting in an airport three years ago on the day you first met.

“So, Tony had put a camera in Peter’s suit back before we went and fought you guys.” You explained. “And I thought it had to be gone since Peter was... you know... but it turned out that Tony still had the footage so I was able to find some from that day at the airport and in it there was this quick little shot of us fighting and I just had to have it, Buck.”

Flipping the frame around at you, he raised his eyebrows.

“A photo of us fighting?”

“Yes!” You told him. “Do you like it?”

Despite the fact that it was a photo of the two of you fighting- a fight that he had gotten his ass kicked in no less- he loved it more than anything else you could have possibly given him because it was the day he met you. It was the day his life changed and he didn’t even know it in the moment.

Although your story was far from “normal” it was your story and that’s what mattered the most to him.

“I love it, doll.” He said, pulling you into his embrace. “This is a crazy story to tell our kids though, huh?”

“All of them are.” You laughed into his chest. “But I wouldn't have it any other way, Buck. I love you.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a photograph of the day your story first began in his hand, he smiled.

“I love you too.”

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