#every day i am here crying about my marvels

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I need Hugh jackman x pregnant!reader. Just all gushy about her and so proud to be her husband

A quiet moment

hugh glanced over at you, at his wife. you were seated comfortably on the couch, cradling your growing belly with a soft smile on your face. your eyes closed as you absentmindedly rubbed the swell of your abdomen.

he moved quietly across the room, not wanting to disturb your peace, but you sensed his presence, your eyes fluttered open, and you looked at him with that same soft smile that made his heart skip a beat every time.

"hey, love," you murmured, your voice gentle.

"hey, yourself," he replied, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "how are you feeling?"

"good," you said, your hand still resting on your belly. "just a little tired. the baby’s been pretty active today."

hugh smiled as he took a seat beside you, reaching out to place his hand over yours on your belly. he marveled at the way it felt—knowing that your child, a little life you had created together, was growing inside you. every kick, every movement, filled him with a joy he couldn't quite put into words.

"you’re incredible, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with awe.

you chuckled softly, a little blush coloring your cheeks. "i’m just pregnant, hugh."

he shook his head, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "no, you’re carrying our child. you’re creating life. and you’re doing it so beautifully. i can’t even begin to tell you how proud i am of you."

your eyes shimmered with emotion as you looked at him. "you’re going to make me cry," you said with a soft laugh, though he could tell you were only half joking.

hugh leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. "i mean it, darling. every day, i wake up next to you and i’m just…overwhelmed with how lucky i am. you’re my everything. and now, you’re giving me the most precious gift i could ever ask for."

you leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you absorbed his words. "i’m the lucky one," you whispered. "you’ve been so amazing, hugh. i couldn’t ask for a better partner, or a better father for our baby."

he felt his chest tighten with emotion at your words, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. he wanted to protect you, to shield you from any discomfort or worry. but more than anything, he wanted you to know how deeply you were loved.

you sat in silence for a while, just holding each other, the soft hum of the city outside their window was the only sound in the room. it was moments like these that hugh cherished most—the quiet, tender moments where nothing else mattered but the two of you, and the life you were building together.

eventually, you shifted slightly in his arms, looking up at him with a playful smile. "do you ever get tired of staring at me?"

"never," he replied without hesitation. "i could look at you all day and still not get enough. especially now."

you laughed, the sound light and melodic, and he felt a surge of warmth spread through him. he loved making you laugh, loved seeing you happy. "you’re hopeless," you teased, but your tone was filled with affection.

"hopelessly in love with you," he corrected, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. it was a slow, lingering kiss, one that spoke of all the things he felt for you—the love, the devotion, the endless admiration.

when you pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed as you breathed him in. "i can’t wait for our baby to get here," you whispered.

"me neither," he said, his hand still resting on your belly, feeling the gentle movements beneath his palm. "but for now, i’m just happy to have this time with you. just us."

you nodded, your eyes shining with tears again, but you didn’t try to hide them this time. "i love you so much, hugh."

"i love you too," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "more than you’ll ever know."

[delicatebarness]

winters widow | chapter ii

Summary: A small gesture of concern from Lord James suggests a possible change in the dynamic.

Warning: Arranged Marriage. Emotional Distress.

Word Count: 1390

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The following days were as cold and unforgiving as the walls of Winter’s Reach. Every morning, you’d wake early, hoping to catch a slight glimpse of Bucky and perhaps try to engage in conversation. He remained elusive, seen only from a distance. His stern demeanor and closed-off nature seemed impenetrable as he trained in the yard or discussed with his men. 

Soughting ways to familiarize yourself with your new home, you were determined not to be deterred. The Reach staff had initially been distant, yet they gradually warmed to your kind and gentle nature. Taking it upon yourself to learn the names of the servants, you wanted to understand the daily workings of the House. And, bring a touch of warmth to the cold stone. 

Wandering through the dimly lit corridors, one evening, you found yourself drawn to the library. Towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls in the vast room, a fire crackled in the hearth which cast warm glows over the worn furniture. You marveled at the wealth of knowledge contained within these walls as your fingers ran along the spines of the books.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear the heavy door open behind you. It wasn’t until a shadow fell across the floor, startling you, that you turned. Bucky stood in the doorway, his expression was hard, annoyance etched in his features. 

“My Lord–” 

“What are you doing in here?” his sharp tone cut you off as he demanded.

You took a step back, his hostility wasn’t surprising. “I was admiring the collection. It’s a beautiful room.” 

His gaze trailed down to your hands as a particular old book lays in them. “This isn’t a tour you're on,” he snapped. “You don’t belong here, meddling with things you don’t understand.” 

“I’m sorry,” your voice was soft as you tried to keep it steady. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I thought–”

“You thought wrong,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “This place is filled with history you know nothing about. It is not your place.” 

You swallowed hard, trying not to look up at his looming figure. “I’m just trying to understand, connect with you in some way.” 

Bucky scoffed, tension evident in his posture. “This isn’t some fairy tale, Lady Romanoff. You’re here because of duty, nothing more, no happily ever after.” 

His words cut deep, a dagger twisting in the pit of your stomach. Yet, you refused to back down. “Fairy tales are all I know, Lord James. I know this isn’t one of them. Yet, we’re both here, and we have to make the best of it. I am willing to try, even if you are not.” 

For a moment, you could have sworn his expression softened as you finally met his gaze. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. But his walls built back up just as quickly. “Do what you want,” he said curtly. “But don’t expect any warmth from me.”

The chill that settled in your bones as he turned and left, leaving you standing alone in the library, made the fire suddenly feel insufficient. Sighing, you gently placed the book back on the shelf. 

You resolved to continue your efforts to make Winter’s Reach feel like home. Focus on exploring the grounds once more, familiarizing yourself with lands that now surround you, covered in frost and snow. 

Walking through the courtyard, you saw Bucky training with his men. His movements, precise and powerful, halted you. They reflected his years of discipline and experience. You admired him, and his skill. 

Granting him space, you turned your attention to the stables, where your horse was being kept along with the Reach’s. 

The stable master greeted you warmly. “Lady Romanoff, it’s a pleasure to see you here,” he said with a genuine smile weathering his face. 

“Thank you,” you replied, returning his smile. “I thought I might get to see Honeybreeze, it could do her good to ride around the Reach.” 

The man nodded, gesturing toward your beautiful, chestnut mere. “Here she is, gentle and sure-footed, perfect for riding.” 

As you patted Honeybreeze’s neck, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. Another unreadable expression greeted you as you turned, coming face to face with Bucky. He paused when he saw your smaller frame, irritation etched his face in an instant. 

“Taking up riding now, are we?” he asked, his tone clipped. 

You met his gaze, refusing to let his hostility deter you. “I’ve always rode, my lord. I thought it would be a good way for us both,” you gestured toward your horse, stroking your hand down her mane. “To familiarize ourselves with Winter’s Reach.” 

His eyes narrowed, however, they weren’t aimed at you. His gaze moved toward the stable master. “Make sure the lady is properly equipped for her ride,” he ordered the man before turning back to you. “The terrain can be treacherous, especially for outsiders. Be careful.” 

“I will,” you replied softly, you tried to keep your voice steady, not to show the pain his words caused. “Thank you for your concern.” 

“It’s not concern,” he scoffed, once more. The sound filled the air between you with bitterness. “Just practicality. We don’t need any unnecessary accidents.”

With that, he left you again. The stable master gave you a sympathetic look as he handed you the reins. “Forgive me, my lady,” he said quietly. “But, my lord wasn’t always like this. The war changed him.” 

You nodded, “I understand, thank you.” 

Mounting Honeybreeze, you guided her out of the stables, making your way toward the open fields surrounding Winter’s Reach. The air was crisp, and the expansive landscapes offered a sense of freedom. A brief moment of peace, away from the tension within Reach’s walls. 

Thoughts of your future husband returned to your mind as you rode. Despite his harsh exterior, you couldn’t help but wonder who the man was beneath the black and gold armor. 

Hours passed as you explored, and the cold air bit at your cheeks. Finally returning to the stables, dusk had almost settled over Winter’s Reach. Dismounting the horse, you handed her reins back to the waiting stable master. Thanking him, he nodded appreciatively and led your horse away, leaving you standing alone. 

Your mind reflected on the day's events as you made your way back toward the Reach. The hostility and bitterness from Bucky had been palpable, but you couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. It was clear the way had left its mark on him, you wondered what had happened to transform him into the hardened man you were to marry. 

As you approached the entrance, you were surprised by Bucky standing there, waiting. His usual stern expression across his face. However, there was a hint of something softer in his eyes. 

“Did you enjoy your ride?” his voice gruff. 

You nodded, taken aback by his question. “I did, my lord. The land around your home is beautiful.” 

Looking away, his jaw tightened. “The Reach has its own kind of beauty,” he admitted.

“I would love to understand more of it,” you spoke softly. “And, to understand my future husband.” 

Bucky’s expression hardened again, his gaze meeting yours as a flicker of something else– perhaps vulnerability passed over his eyes. “There’s not much to understand. I’m a soldier, nothing more.” 

“I don’t believe that,” you replied gently, offering a small smile. “I think there’s more to you, more than you want to show.” 

For a second, he looked as though he might argue. Then, he sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Maybe… if so, it’s buried deep.” 

You took a small step closer, daring to place your hand gently on his arm. “I’m willing to find it if you’ll let me.” 

He glanced down at your hand on his arm, another unreadable look passed through his eyes. Then, he stepped back, offering you a small nod. “Just… be careful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“I will, my lord,” you promised, watching him walk away. For the first time, you felt like you had hope as you saw a glimpse of the man beneath the armor. 

Taking a deep breath, you continued on your way through The Reach, feeling a renewed sense of determination. You silently vowed to break through his defenses and uncover a heart worth loving and understanding. 

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Love, Pain, Death, Repeat II

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Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader, Billy and Tommy Maximoff x Mom!Reader, Agatha Harkness x F!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Why can't you understand? You were hers, and you will always be hers. You are her solemate. What you don’t understand?

Warnings: Dark!Wanda, mention of cheating, mention of death and suicide, stockholm syndrome (not sure about this one)

Wc: 1550

A/n: Im looking for beta reader (i dont have friends for this😔).

Btw If you saw other post i published before this.. NO YOU DIDNT. It was a dream, and lets keep it that way <333

“Boys, go downstairs, I think mommy doesn't feel very well and I need to take care of her today.” Her voice is soft, opposite of what you heard last time you saw her.

Your kids, you assumed, get off you. One in a green shirt whispered something to the other one, and they started running. They looked like a perfect mix of you and your ex. Something you really wanted to have. Even as you were younger you always wanted to have your prince charming, and few kids. After a few years, the only thing that changed was prince to princess.

“Why I am here? Is this hell?” After learning that Wanda cheated on you, you started feeling like you don’t deserve love or even kids.

“Aren’t you happy? We can have everything we want here! No Natasha, no Vision, no other people we know.” You looked at her disgusted. She made you believe that you’re not enough, and now she wants to build a dream, more like a nightmare to you, about you and her and your kids.

“Why me? Why not him?!” In a second she was next to you, her hand on your mouth.

“Keep that mouth of yours quieter. We Don't want boys to be suspicious, right?” Her green eyes always made you melt, and she kept her hand on your face. You wanted to give in, but decided to push her away. “Behave” She mumbled sitting next to you.

“Tell me, why me? He truly loved you, as much as a bunch of wires could love someone.” She started stroking your hair.

“It was all just about mind stone, it was all that made me interested in him. I needed to understand this, you are my true love.” Tears falling from her eyes. You couldn’t decide if they were real, or she only wanted to make you forgive her.

You faced the wall not wanting to look at her any longer. She left without saying anything more, after a while she came back and left breakfast on the bed. You were scared to eat it. Who knows if she didn't poisoned it. After a few days of staying in the room and only going to the toilet you decided to finally go to the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat and come back to the bedroom. You started learning her routine, most of the day she wasn’t at home. Taking boys to the school, and going straight after that to work. Boys.. Tommy and Billy, you learned their names yesterday, are coming back from school by foot. Wanda always comes back in the evenings. You need to share bed with her. Feeling her hands on your body makes you feel disgusted and at the same time safe.

“Mommy! Do you feel better now?” Little boy asked. You feel teats building in your eyes, as you looked in his own, almost the same color as yours. Every look at boys is tearing down your walls. Every look at them makes you question what you protect yourself from?

“Yeah Tommy, Mommy feels better now. Do you and your brother want something to eat?”

“Mom was giving us money to buy food at and after school.” He confessed. “But.. Today I bought something else.

“ Tom…”

“But wait!” He runned to his room and came back as fast as he could. Holding something behind his back he looked at you with puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad, I just… I wanted to buy you this! “He gave you a few flowers. Your favorite flowers. “I wanted to make you feel better, and mom told me you love these!”

You wanted to cry really hard. Feeling a knot in your throat you decided to kiss his forehead and take flowers. You put them in the first vase you saw and started searching for things for pancakes.

When Wanda came back home, the first thing that hitted her was the smell, and just a while later boys came running to her, mouths full of food, and telling her you made them pancakes. She smiled nodding at their words. Everything she could think of was you, and how close she must be to finally break you.

Day after day, you were getting closer to the boys. To Wanda you were closer to breaking point. You even started making dinners for boys. For them you even started learning how to cook. After a few weeks of making dinner only for them you also started leaving something to eat for Wanda. You could not talk to her, but you didn't want her to make herself food after a long day of work, and the voice inside your head wanted her to tell you how good your dishes are, how proud of you she is. Today you decided to bake pizza. Boys wanted to help you but it ended up in flour fight.

“And how will I clean it?” You asked looking at Tommy who has all his hair white, and Billy who has his face in white powder.

“Well, mom can help!” Said Billy.

“Well, maybe I can.” Her voice made you shiver. You looked at the clock, she was home earlier. “Boys, go clean yourself before you eat, maybe we can even watch something together.” They hugged her and speeded to the bathroom.

You wanted to call for them to come back. Staying with Wanda in one room was the last thing you wanted to do right now. After the conversation on the first day you woke up here, you never talked. You didn’t want to hear her voice, you were scared. Not only things she could say, but you could actually brake and fall in her arms.

“What do you say sweet girl, want my help?” She gets closer to you. “Or you maybe want to help you also with something else?” You felt her knee between your legs. Oh how long you weren’t touched down there. Knocking on the door saved you from answering. Wanda only huffed and went to see who disturbed her.

“Hey sweetie! I just wanted to ask if you have some sugar. You know, it's late, and all the shops are closed.” After a while an older woman came into the kitchen.

“Love, why don’t you give our neighbor some sugar.” Wanda said. You only nodded. After a few seconds you were handing a stranger a cup of sugar.

“Thanks honey, oh, i forgot to introduce myself, Im Agatha” She said sweetly. You felt hope, maybe she also knows this world is fake. Maybe if you and her get to know each other you could stop Wanda. You saw a spark of hope and didn’t want to give up not now. But Wanda answered faster than you could think about anything you could say.

“And that's Y/N, she's not very talkative, selective mutism.” She lied without stuttering. You hated her almost the same as you loved her. You couldn't fully hate her, everyone but not her.

You looked into the woman's eyes with a pleading look. You didn’t care Wanda could see that, you only hoped Agatha would understand you. Soon the dark haired woman left and Wanda was again next to you. Her face is millimeters of yours.

“What would you say If I give you another child, hm? You weren’t here when boys were small. “Her lips are almost touching yours.”

“Ew! Moms!”

You were glad Billy finally came back. Thanks to your luck for saving you from Wanda twice. Rest of the evening went nice. You fell asleep while watching a movie. Every night you hoped that she would spare you, she would finally give up and let you be free. Oh how wrong you were. Wanda had plans for you, she needed her pretty girl, and no one could change her plans.

Agatha came a few times when Wanda wasn’t at home. You talked to her trying to see if she also knows if this whole world is fake. When you weren’t sure and asked her about this, she said she knew very well about what Wanda did, she wanted to save you. And she tried. You had everything planned, everything seemed so easy. But one day Agatha disappeared. She no longer came to your house, she wasn’t at home. After a few weeks new neighbors moved in. 

And the day when you couldn't take it anymore came earlier than you expected. When Agatha wasn't there anymore you lost your last hope. No one could help you. There was no one else knowing about what Maximoff did. When you opened your eyes and saw the mother of your childs getting ready to work you had decided. Slowly going behind her you hugged her. 

“Thank you for what you did for us Wands”

[yuuuume]

dick headcanons

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content; penis discussion, me being unprofessional

characters; ichigo kurosaki, kenpachi zaraki, nnoitra gilga (aka some members of the big dick club tbh)

requested; yes

rating; 18+ mdni

this was my mood while i wrote this tbh.

黒崎一護・ichigo kurosaki

I don’t believe there will ever be a universe where I fully neglect Ichigo. Like, ever. Please request more for him. Anyhow, I retain my first thoughts about him, and I’m assuming no one remembers so here I go on my bullshit. He takes after his father, not only with the horrible chapter 686 hair but with that shmeat and you can quote me on that. Ichigo is thick and his cum is creamy. If I remember correctly, I once said he’d do marvelous in porn and I stand by it. The nickname for his cum is strawberry cream and bonus points if it tastes marvelous. His length caps out at around 17.2 cm (or 6.8 inches), and the diameter of his shaft is around 2 inches. He starts slow with the head as it's smaller than the rest of him but the further he goes, the more you feel him stretching you out until he’s bottomed out, heavy balls pressed against your skin. To be honest I could go on for days about his balls but I won’t. Ichi stays clean shaven so one usually wouldn’t be able to tell that his pubic hair is on the straighter side and as orange as the hair on his head.

更木剣八・kenpachi zaraki

Every time I think about Kenpapi’s meat stick I get a little crazy. I’m a size queen, we’re not getting into that today though, this is about the big man. Also known as the Daddy of the Seireitei, I like to refer to him as the fictional Peter Steele and it translates through to his dick. It is long and the staff among all other staffs, I will give it an astounding 24.6 cm (9.7 inches). Kenpachi’s dick is about as crazy as he is, veins decorating his shaft with heavy balls capable of breeding your little body because let’s face it, regardless if you’re 4 foot or 6, you’re still small in comparison to this big man and his cock makes you feel it even more so. His head is an intimidating 2 inches in diameter and his shaft is mostly kept to one length in diameter of 2.4 inches but that doesn’t make him any easier to take. In fact, he is for the real size kings/queens, your holes will never be the same after Kenpachi and that can either be your biggest nightmare or everything you have ever asked for in life. I hope you enjoy pubic hair by the way, he hardly cares to groom his coarse black hairs. Maybe if you ask nicely he’ll be bothered to do something about it.

ノイトラ ジルガ・nnoitra gilga

I’m gonna get this off my chest before we start; fuck them Nel stans on Twitter. Iykyk I am not elaborating. Anywho… Nnoitora called, he wants his schlong back and I’m not caving, it’s mine. All 28 cm (11 inches) of it. Long as it is, however, he hardly has any defining traits. His cock is smooth save for some minor veins scattered about his shaft, which gives for an easy ride, doubled with his thin penis which sits at a fair 1.8 inches diameter. King of the pencil dicks, I fear. But as a size queen, I fear taking him because abnormally large penises scare me in general. Thickness isn’t a thing to me because to quote Mother Megan Thee Stallion, ‘If I get on it, I own it and take it’. However, he is the cervix puncher, the colon colonizer. My question is who the hell is taking his fucking? It's probably not me. Nnoitra doesn’t care if it hurts either, it makes his modestly sized balls tingle with glee when you’re crying out in pleasure or discomfort. At least he has the decency to trim his black, straight pubic hair. Also, much strength to you if you attempt to give him a blowjob.

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Okay so @lazylittledragon I am so sorry to just randomly toss this at you and run, but I COULD NOT RESIST AFTER THAT LAST MOMBIN POST!!!! For anyone that hasn't seen it this is inspired by this amazing amazing art

tw: Pregnancy and Childbirth

“Steve I can’t do this-” Robin choked out, unable to complete her sentence as a new wave of pain crashed over her. The plastic of the birthing pool squeaked under her knees as she tried to find any position that would be even slightly more comfortable, her fingers squeezing tightly against Steve’s that were trapped in her iron grip. 

“Yeah you can! Robinbird, look at you. You’re already doing it!” Steve said, completely in awe of her, acting like she was doing something special when she was just barely managing to hold on. 

He had done this for the whole pregnancy. Every little thing, every milestone, all of it a marvel to him. Like she was brilliant, special, thriving when Robin had spent most of the last nine months alternating between crying, yelling, and crying some more. All of this over something that women went through every single day. 

God she had been a mess and now she was messier than ever. 

“No, Steve, I mean I don’t think I can do this alone,” Robin sobbed, the tears she had managed to hold back all day finally breaking through. She was hurting, confused, scared, and more than anything she wanted her own mama here with her, which was really something she never thought she would want. 

One and done. One and done. She was only going to fuck up one kid. Just like her mom.

A delirious giggle cut through her sobbing, and Robin leaned her forehead against their conjoined hands, continuing to babble. 

“I thought I could, I really did, but he’s here, and he’s mine, and I can’t do it alone, Steve. I can’t do this alone-”

Because that was the scary part, wasn’t it? She was alone. She had chosen to do this all by herself, ignoring every person, including her sainted mother, who tried to convince her to wait till she had a partner. She had ignored them all, so sure of herself and her abilities, and now all she could think about was how easy it was going to be to fuck this kid up when there was no one there to help her.  

“Alone?” Steve said with a wild laugh, a slightly feral look in his eyes as he raised his free hand up and cupped Robin’s cheek, lifting up her head and brushing away her tears, letting her lean into his familiar, safe, touch, “Now who’s being a dingus?”

Robin shut her eyes against the latest contraction, taking a deep breath in, smelling Steve’s cologne as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, holding onto her tight through the pain. He had always done that. Period cramps, headaches, flu and colds, whatever had happened, Steve had been there. 

Steve was here now. 

Steve was here. 

“Robin, you are not alone. You have never been alone, and you will never be alone,” He whispered furiously into her ear, reading her mind the way he always had, “As long as there is breath in my body, you and this baby will never be alone.” 

He had proved it over and over again. Running to get ice cream at three am, holding her hand at every ultrasound, standing in front of their 'how many times have we cried' board, kneeling here on the floor for god knows how many hours it would take to get this GD baby out. 

“You’re here?” Robin said softly into the space between just the two of them, her voice wobbling and shaky, but still alive. 

“Forever.” Steve promised. 

[television-bodies]

what's your favorite set design for les mis? alternatively, how would you stage it yourself?

oh anon, you have provided me with the dream question! this is about to be a very long answer.

i fell in love with les mis via the west end production in 2014 and have not been normal about it since. i was lucky enough to see said production, with that staging, quite a few times before the theatre was renovated in 2019 (this was when the revolve was removed and the production was updated to have the same staging as (i believe) every other global production of the show). since lockdowns etc ended i have seen the updated production on the west end a few times now too, and let me scream this from the rooftops: I MISS THE OLD ONE EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE

(i never like to assume people’s knowledge so i will continue here as if you’re not familiar with the key changes, and i apologise if i’m telling you things you already know!)

something that i loved about the original production is that there were almost no set pieces. there were always props, and the odd piece of set as in a wall or something e.g. the gate at rue plumet, but the majority of the settings were created through LIGHTING. examples, i hear you cry! i shall provide. my favourite example of this was in the sewers. when valjean is carrying marius, time was shown to pass as they walked around the revolve with a spotlight illuminating them every few seconds. the actors would change carrying positions in the dark gaps between these lights, so that it acted like a time jump. none of this animated scrolling backdrop screen nonsense they do now. if you haven’t already clocked it yes i am salty about this

lighting also played a bigger part in javert’s death — another point in the show at which they now have a backdrop to act sort of in place of this — the swirling water that he falls into used to be created solely through lighting effects and it was MARVELLOUS. real take your breath away type shit.

the other big point to make is about the revolve, my beloved. it was such a central part of the production but the most important use of it (and one that i see the masses on here mourn fairly often) was that at the end of the final battle, the barricade would slowly turn around to show all of the students dead across it. it was heartbreaking and beautiful and the way they have to literally wheel enjolras’ dead body onto the stage in the current production just does not have anything close to the emotional gutpunch of how it used to be staged. :’(

all in all the original production was much more stripped back visually than the show is now, and i think this served to amplify the power of the acting and singing and the PLOT whereas now it gets me down, because as much as i hate to say this, the current production sort of just looks like everything else. les mis used to be the best thing on the west end by a fucking mile, and it seems (to me) that they have lessened that gap. i understand why other productions of the show — particularly touring ones — would have to go without the revolve, but for the one on the west end, which has been in the same theatre for twenty years, i simply do not see why they thought to change it. change it for, in my clearly strong opinion, the worse.

(i will say here — as vaguely as i can — that i do have a modicum of insider knowledge, and that i can blame this change on cameron mackintosh. but that’s hardly a surprise)

this may all be coming off as very ‘old man shouts at cloud’ of me so i feel the need to say that i do still enjoy the new production — if i didn’t, i wouldn’t have been to see it multiple times. at the end of the day (ha) it is still les mis, and les mis is les mis. it’s always brilliant. i just think it used to be more, and it makes me sad that there’s nowhere to see that original staging anymore. i mean, sure, there are bootlegs. but no proshot? *breaks skateboard* alas, we seem doomed to concert versions until the end of time

thank you so much for the ask! i’m sure you can tell that you hit a nerve with this one lmao but i greatly enjoyed answering it

[dc-marvel-life]

Works Every Time

Pairing: Captain Marvel x Wonder Woman x reader 

Request: I saw that your requests are open! If you wouldn’t mind could you please do a crossover fic where Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman are soulmates and found each other on a mission but they know they have a 3rd mate. When they go on a mission at a Hydra base they find female reader who had been experimented on since she was young so they have to teach her all about soulmates and Diana and Carol are super over-protective but also giant teddy-bears for reader? - by anon 

Word Count: 1502

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You have lived in the same confined space for as long as you can remember. You know nothing about the outside world but what you have heard from the scientist experimenting on you. You never understood why they took you and experimented on you as a child. All you knew was that your blood was extraordinary, and they had to take a lot of it every morning.

Today was like no other for you. You get woken up by the giant fluorescent lights that wake you up simultaneously every day. Then your food is given to you through the slot on the door. It was enough food to keep you alive. You never thought it was because you were a pretty small, weak person, even after all the blood they take from you daily. 

After you finish your breakfast, you put the tray back in the slot to let them know you are ready. 

“165, step away from the door and put your hands up,” the guard says from the other side of the door. You step away from the door and put your hands up like normal. You never know why they had to do this because you were too weak to fight back. By the off chance of you fighting back and getting out of here, you didn’t know where to go. This place was home to you, and you couldn’t leave home. The only thing you ever wanted to do was go outside and feel the sun on your face. The way the scientist talks about the sun excites you, even if they complain about it sometimes. It sounded better than the fluorescent lights that hit your skin every day.  

The guard opens the door and steps through but stops when an alarm goes off. The alarm was so loud and foreign to you that you had to cover your ears and shut your eyes. After what felt like centuries, the alarm stops going off. You remove your hands and slowly open your eyes to see that your door is open with no guards. 

“This is my chance. This is my chance to leave this place,” you say to yourself and try to get up but cannot. Fear took over and made you unable to move. You wanted to leave here so bad, but your body was in shock and couldn’t move, and you started to cry. 

You started to hear noises coming down the hallway. You ignore it because the guards are probably coming by to check to see if you left. They would see you in the same spot and laugh at you about how pathetic you are.

“Shhh, don’t you hear that,” an unknown voice says down the hallway, which makes you stop crying for a second.

“I don’t hear anything, babe; let's go and finish clearing the building so we can go back and cuddle,” a second unknown voice says. You stay quiet in order to hear the beautiful voices again.

“I do too, but I swear I heard someone crying. I am going to look around some more,” the first unknown voice says and walks closer to your cell. The footsteps come closer and closer to your cell until the most beautiful two women you have ever seen come to your door. 

“See, I told you I heard something,” the taller brunette women with a sword and shield say, walking closer to you. You cringe a little because you aren’t a huge fan of weapons.

“Hey, I am not going to hurt you,” the brunette puts her hands up and slowly drops her weapons on the floor. 

“See, we are good here and are just trying to help. My name is Diana, and this is one of my soulmates, Carol. What is your name? ” Diana says, then points to Carol, who is right behind her.

“Soulmate?” you question either than answer her question. 

“Yes, soulmate. Everybody has at least one soulmate in the world. A soulmate is a person that is supposed to connect with your mind and body. They make you feel whole and complete and will love you unconditionally. I am surprised that you never heard of them before,” Diana says, walking slowly toward you and lowering to your level.

“How you can tell your soulmate is by the marks on your arm,” Carol shows off her soulmate marks that are on her arm, then Diana, that match each other. You look carefully at the two marks.

“I know ours is a little different because we have a third soulmate. We are still looking for her, though,” Carol says with a saddened face. You look at the pair with saddened faces because they haven’t found the third soulmate they have been looking for for years.

Even though you just met them, you wanted to make them feel better. You roll up your sleeve to show them the same mark that you had on your arm. 

“If it makes you guys feel any better, I have the same mark,” you show them your mark. They look at your mark closely with wide eyes and start to come closer to you. 

“Can we take a closer look, sweetie?” Diana says in a soft tone, and you nod. They both approach you slowly and calmly to look at your mark.

“Do you know what this means?” Carol says with watery eyes, and you shake your head.

“No, I have never heard of soulmates until now,” you say, ashamed. 

Don’t worry, sweetie, we will teach you everything that you need to know” Diana and Carol smile at you, which makes you know that you are going to be safe with them. 

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – 

It has been a few months since your soulmates found you in that hole at Hydra. They help you experience the world that you never thought you would. You learned a lot about soulmates the first day they brought you back. They didn’t do anything with you because they wanted to ensure you were comfortable with them before anything happened. 

They gave you the shared king bed in their apartment while they slept on the floor and couch. You felt so bad, but they insisted on it. Eventually, they moved to the bed with you, which you love. They put you in the middle of the bed while cuddling you tight to ensure you don’t leave. 

You meant both teams that they are on, and everyone loves you. They even help you train to become stronger.

Now you are training with Natasha and Dinah, working on hand-to-hand combat. 

“You have to keep your hands up at all times to protect your face” Dinah moves your hands to the side of your head in a defense stance. You sigh out of exhaustion because you have been training with Black Widow and Black Canary for about two hours. You want to go back to your apartment and cuddle with your girlfriends. 

“Good, just like that because if I swing at you,” Natasha comes at you with a right hook, not hard enough to hurt you, that you block, “ you are protected. Now, if your hands are down,” zone out of the conversation because you heard your girlfriends come into the training room. You turn your head excited to see them, forgetting that Natasha is demonstrating what not to do during a fight. 

The next thing you know, Natasha punches you in the face. Luckily she didn’t put her full force behind it because you would have been knocked out. You turn back to Natasha and see her shocked face. 

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you! This is why you need to put your hands up,” Natasha turns to look at your girlfriends. 

“I swear I didn’t mean to hit her. I was showing her why she needed to put her hands up. I didn’t think that she would actually not pay attention,” Natasha says, but it was too late. Carol and Diana were already chasing her around the training room.

“Can you please tell your girlfriends to not kill my girlfriend?” Dinah says to you.

“Yeah, sorry. This happens whenever they think I am being threaten. I am impressed because this is the longest they have chased someone. Normally they would have caught the person by now” You and Dinah laugh together.

“Yeah, that’s my badass girlfriend” Dinah admires Natasha’s ass that is being chased.

“Babes! Babes stop! She didn’t mean to. I wasn’t paying attention to what she was showing me. I was too busy admiring two angels walking in,” You say, then Diana and Carol stop dead in their tracks, awwing at you.

“Works every time,” you whisper to Dinah, smirking. 

“Now, can we go home so I can cuddle with you two?” You say to your girlfriends, pouting.

“Of course, sweetie,” Diana says while she and Carol walk over to you.

“I call being the middle spoon,” you say, jumping in place and feeling kiss each side of your cheek.

Masterlist

[hyuniyz]

SKZ AS BOYFRIENDS

PAIRING. stray kids!bf x female!reader

GENRE. fluff

🗒 NOTES. i am so sorry for the small post 😟 but here’s something while i finish up my exams!! also maxident is so good 😭 im getting the heart version delivered soon im so excited ‼️

bangchan ( 방찬 )

★ best boyfriend me thinks

★ very protective but never overdoes it. he just makes sure you know that he’ll be there for you in case of anything.

★ always makes sure you’ve eaten etc

★ keeps you entertained even when he’s at work because he’ll update you about everything 😭

★ “oh han’s tackling felix rn” “they’re on the floor” “felix is screaming i’m tired” yeah you get to experience the chaos first hand

★ he regularly invites you over to the studio no matter how many times you protest that you fall asleep he doesn’t budge. he just needs you with him while he finishes up on some songs.

★ doesn’t say it out loud but he thinks he can really focus on and wrap up songs but only when you’re there

lee know ( 리노 )

★ he’s everything you could ask for as a bf

★ he’ll make you laugh, make you cry out of happiness and so easily have you absolutely smitten

★ you get to experience everything with him

★ he’ll take you to dance with him very often but you guys only play around until your stomach hurts from laughing

★ focuses a lot on your interests and if it’s something new/he doesn’t know about it, he’ll do his research so you guys can talk about it together ❤️‍🩹

★ YOU BOTH GO TO CAT CAFÉS TOGETHER !! i can’t stress this enough

changbin ( 창빈 )

★ he loves spending quality time together!! so he’s always looking for new activities you guys could do

★ regularly takes you to his workout sessions if sometimes you just sit and do nothing

★ he believes in his haste to impress you he completes the workout quicker 😭

★ always asks for your opinion on their songs! he does it mainly because he knows you only have positive feedback so it boosts his ego. but he also does it because he loves how excited you get while complimenting all components of the song.

★ he’s mainly big on pda and has a hand on you at all times wether at your shoulder,back, waist or your thigh.

★ he really adores just how small you are compared to him, so while cuddling he’ll sometimes cover your entire body with his, or he’ll marvel at the fact that your entire hand can completely be encased by his much larger one.

★ smothers you at every chance he gets 😟 does not care for his image he will snuggle into you when he’s tired don’t doubt him

hyunjin ( 현진 )

★ your perfect art boyfriend

★ i feel like he’d mainly show his love for you through handmade gifts like paintings etc

★ invites you with him while he finishes on a painting so he can enjoy the way you compliment his talent –he’s a sucker for compliments

★ HAS SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU

★ he loves when he’s scrolling through his camera roll and all of a sudden he sees a picture of you

★ all the memories come back 🥹

★ swears up and down his favourite and most happiest memories are with you <33

han ( 한 )

★ your no.1 source of entertainment

★ it’s never a dull moment with him tbh 😭

★ especially if you manage to match his energy he’ll be even more hyped up!

★ ruins his image just to get a smile from you <3 very dedicated

★ he’ll have his soft, calm bf moments too though

★ he’ll be there to hold you if it has been a particularly tiring day

★ basically like a warm blanket

★ enjoys the rare serene moments he gets to spend w you 🫶🏻

★ adores you truly and doesn’t bother to deny it even if the members tease him like hell

★ “aww!! our han’s in love :D!!,” “chan hyung, i will yeet your laptop,”

felix ( 용복 )

★ sunshine

★ felix would ruin other men for you

★ like after him you’re standards are way too high

★ he’s just so endearing

★ loves spending time with you

★ HE LOVES WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIM 😭

★ blushes so quickly

★ like it’ll just be a normal “you smell nice today babe”

★ and suddenly felix is a red tomato while he rambles about how he ‘picked that perfume because he thought you would like it’

★ your emotional support system 🫶🏻

seungmin ( 승민 )

★ very attentive as a boyfriend

★ like he remembers even the smallest detail you mentioned casually

★ it’s so endearing when you’re talking about something and then all of a sudden he goes “oh yeah i remember, you told me already,” 🥹??? it’s not only me right

★ he’s very good at knowing how you feel

★ like if you’re in a position where you can’t voice out how uncomfortable you are, one look at your face will tell you and he’s already pulling you away

★ very much acts like a mother

★ wipes your face after you’re done eating, fixes your hair, kneels down to fix your untied laces

★ YOU GET ALL THE SMILES!! like whenever he’s with you he can’t control how big he smiles or how loud he laughs

★ loves you very much ofc

jeongin ( 아이엔 )

★ you guys are the best dressed couple !!

★ he makes sure you’re always matching somehow

★ he’s a really sweet bf

★ does all the typical relationship stuff

★ will buy you flowers randomly, brings you coffee/your favourite snack whenever he sees you

★ thinks about you a lot!! that’s why you’ll sometimes get random “i love you” or i miss yous during the day <3

★ GIGGLES RANDOMLY ???

★ like for no reason, he’s lying down beside you snuggled in your chest and just randomly starts.. giggling and blushing 😦⁉️

★ babygirlism in his veins it’s true 😔

⠀© hyuniyz | fav && follow

[rowaelinsdaughter]

𝖎 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 (𝖆𝖟𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

azriel fanfic is here!!!! sorry i havent posted anything in a while, ive been busy, but now i can write again <33 WARNINGS: angst and fluff, mentions of blood, traffic accident

azriel tepes, also known as dracula, is the most famous vampire in the world. in 1500 years of life, azriel had never known love, he had never stopped to think that he would ever find someone knowing that he would still be alive after losing the person he loved, that's why he never looked for love, he was never interested. in women... but all that changed when he met you.

sitting in your favorite coffee shop, you read your favorite book for the tenth time. the story of a boy and a girl separated by death always made you cry. you looked up to look around and saw him in line. an enigmatic aura surrounded him, his short dark hair, his black clothes and his golden skin, made you remain impregnated by his presence.

he noticed your gaze and turned to look at you, immediately his hazel eyes met yours... after that moment, nothing was ever the same for you or him.

that was 1 year ago and azriel was one of the happiest being with you. lying on your bed, azriel's fingers made random patterns on your bare back while yours caressed his sculpted chest. it was moments like this that made azriel wish he wasn't immortal. he wanted to live every moment by your side as if it were his last. i wanted to live until your last breath... live together and die together to meet you in the afterlife and continue living together for all eternity. but you were mortal, and every day could be the last for you, and that made his heart break into a thousand pieces.

a sigh leaves your lips and, leaning on one arm, you sit up to see your boyfriend's face. every time you looked at his face you marveled even more at his immortal features. you caress his cheek and his eyes meet yours, softening immediately. you kiss him softly, still caressing his cheek. “good morning az”

“good morning to you too, angel” his hand goes down to your waist and in one movement you find yourself under him. immediately your arms go around his neck and azriel hides his face in your neck. “i love waking up every morning with you by my side”

“mm, and i love seeing that you are the first thing i see when i wake up.”

still hidden in your neck, you notice his smile on your neck. azriel leaves a small kiss on your neck and gets out of bed to head to the kitchen to make breakfast. looking at the ceiling, you think about the mornings that could be like this with him. with that thought in mind, you get out of bed, put on an az t-shirt, and head to the kitchen.

standing in the doorway, you watch az cook. the muscles in his back tense every time he picks up something or cuts an ingredient, and it is at that moment that your decision is clear. “i want you to turn me into a vampire” az stops cooking instantly, and slowly turns to look at you.

“i thought we already talked about this, y/n.”

you approach him, raising your head slightly to look at his face.

“i know we've talked about it, but az, i can't go on like this. i can't wake up every day knowing that it could be our last day together, that at any moment i could die and i'll stop seeing you. i love you az. i want to be with you forever and i mean it. i want to be a vampire.”

az sighs and his hands cup your face. “i understand you, i really do, but i don't want you to go through everything i've gone through, immortality is not easy, y/n. if i could be the mortal one i would, but i cannot change what i am.”

your eyes crystallize with tears and one escapes your eyes, instantly collected by his fingers. “i don't want to leave and know that i'm going to leave you behind.” his arms tighten around you and he pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair gently. “i know, angel. i know."

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the rain caressed azriel's face, but he didn't notice anything. nothing but the body in his arms. he heard your pulse getting weaker, the loss of blood from the wounds stained his clothes, his hands, everything. the people around him looked with sadness and terror at the accident. the car that had hit you had fled, leaving your body in the middle of the road.

azriel looks at your bruised and scratched face, your breathing heavier and your heart was going to stop at any moment. he didn't want to do it, he couldn't, but he didn't want to lose you. with inhuman speed, he headed towards your apartment. as gently as possible, but quickly, az bathes you and puts clean clothes on you to take you to bed.

his fingers caress your pale face, from your forehead, your cheek, your lips to your neck, brushing your hair aside in the process. he knew he was going to regret it, but you couldn't die this way and you couldn't die even when you had so much left to live. his face approaches your neck, his fangs caress your neck and dig into it, while tears run down his cheeks.

____________________________

your eyes open slowly adjusting to the bright light coming through the window, no, not bright, since the sky was cloudy. a throbbing pain in your head makes you close your eyes. your whole body hurts and you don't know why, you open your eyes again and they find themselves directly with azriel. immediately, a smile appears on your lips, at that moment you notice your fangs different, sharper, more lethal. you sit up in bed taking your phone to open the camera and there were your sharp fangs, identical to azriel's.

you slowly look up at him. “az, i'm…” you watch as he gets up from the chair where he had spent the entire night watching you, sits next to you on your bed and his hand grabs yours.

“i couldn't let you die. now you can't remember anything, but last night you suffered a traffic accident, you were dying. i know i told you that i wasn't going to do it, that i wasn't going to turn you into a vampire, but you couldn't die like that and i thought about all the things you had left to experience, about all the countries you had left to see... about all the things that we had left to do together… and i did it”

your eyes meet and you rush to hug him.

“i love you Azriel”

tags: @danikamariewrites @throneofsapphics @vanserrasswife @shadowdaddies

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

I Don’t Know What You See In Me

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Character: Pietro Maximoff

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff/Fem!Reader (Pietro calls reader Princessa)

Summary: You have a bad day and can’t stand the sight of yourself, so you hide in bed, under the covers so you have no chance of seeing your own reflection. That is until Pietro finds you.

Notes: I don’t own Marvel, MCU or Pietro Maximoff.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Read on AO3 here

Today was one of the days you hated. No, that’s not it. Today was one of the days where you just hated everything about yourself. So instead of doing anything, you get back into bed, crying, covering yourself with all of the sheets.

A few hours later, Pietro comes home. He looks for you in the kitchen, the living room and your office, but it doesn’t take long for him to find you covered head to toe by the sheets of your shared bed.

He walks over and pulls back the covers, “Hi princessa. Bad day?”

“Pietro, I can’t stand myself today,” you cried, not even bothering to fight to get the covers back. “It’s horrible. I feel like the whole world’s out to get me and every time I look in the mirror or see my reflection in anything, I burst into tears over how fat I am and how ugly I am. I don’t know what you see in me.”

“Princessa,” he says softly, lifting his hand to your face. You close your eyes at the touch; it feels so gentle and so comforting. “You’re perfect for me. I love how your eyes light up whenever you get really into something you’re talking about.” You open your eyes and look at him.

“I love how you feel when I hold you.” He moved his hand away from you and started to climb into the bed with you. “Your eyes are very pretty.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. “I love how beautiful your smile is. I love how kind and helpful you are.”

You smile a little and he can feel it so he keeps going, “You are the most beautiful person I know.”

You lift your hand up and put it on his chest as you say, “you don’t need to lie. I’m definitely not. You’re only saying that because you love me.”

“No, you are, at least to me,” he tells you quietly. “You are beautiful because I love you. And I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

You put your arms around him, “thank you. You make me feel a little better. I just don’t know if I’m completely convinced.”

He kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle. Once he finishes, he pulls you close and just holds you. “I love you, princessa,” he whispers.

[fantasyandshit]

They’re just so- perfect

Type: one shot/drabble

Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x gn reader

Based on off this request

Masterlist here

*Luciens pov*

My eyes trail them as they bounds around the room. Gods are they beautiful. Me and Yn have been seeing each other for a while now, and everyday I am absolutely blown away by them. About how I got so lucky.

As I make eye contact with them- two drinks in their hands, I feel it.

Holy shit

They’re my mate.

I look at them in their star fall outfit, my eyes wide as I tug on the string in my chest. Upon Zoning back in, I notice the cups dropped to the floor, shattered around their feet.

Without consciously realizing it, I jump to my feet and practically run to them, picking them up and spinning them around.

“Your my mate!”

“Your mate!” They laugh excitedly, snuggling into my neck as we simply hug for what feels like forever.

I feel something wet in the crook of my neck and pull away, eyes frightened. Are they sad, upset? What’s going on?

“Why are you crying? Do you not want to be my mate?”

“No! No! Gods no! I’m so lucky to be your mate Lucien! I’m crying because I don’t know how I got so lucky!” They smile wide, oh my gods their smile. It’s so amazing, it brightens the whole room, like the sun has risen early. “Your crying to you know.” I hadn’t noticed the hot tears rolling down my face till their hands wiped a few away.

I smile, my hand wrapping around their own that still rests on my cheek. It’s so soft. So perfect, just like the rest of them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Again with that smile, I’m nearly dead on the spot just looking at them. My mate. My. Perfect. Mate. I’m pulled away from my stuper as the first star falls, rushing through the sky. I turn, looking out to the sky, pulling my mates back into my chest.

As my mate marvels at the stars, I take the time to truly soak it in. Looking down at them, I can’t help the smile that spread across my face yet again.

———

I slide the ring onto my mates hand, pulling them in for a kiss. It was our mating ceremony, we held it in the night court, the beautiful gardens behind us. Eris, and the inner circle sat in the stands, as well as some friends of ours. It wasn’t a huge event, only having a bout 20 people in total but it was perfect. As I pull away, I simply stare at my mate. Gods I can’t take my eyes off of them, they’re just so, perfect.

I thank the mother everyday for blessing me with a mate like them. I watch as they dance with friends, laughing in that beautiful laugh they always do, it sounds like a song I could listen to ever minute of every day for the rest of my life. They’re smiles brightens the room as they throw their head back.

I simply marvel as usual, looking back on all of our memories so far and wondering what’s to come next.

————

Sorry I know it’s short! But I hope it was good! Love y’all and thanks for reading!

[aficionadoenthusiast]

hi! i also love comedy! any chance we could get some more funny fic recs?

yes, absolutely!

pjo

sorry, don't have a ton of these, I tend to read more serious fics for this fandom

keeping it fruity by buoyantsaturn; valgrace, T, 4k; Leo is both so relatable and so silly, I love it

Leo huffed. “Sorry, I just don’t think I can support such senseless violence,” he grumbled, knowing that all of the excuses he and Nico had come up with over the last few years would be useless by that point. “What is a sport, really, if not an excuse to beat some stranger to a pulp?”

sex education by CordeliaRose; solangelo, E & M, 5-20k; I'm not normally a fan of smut, so if this one got me to read smut, you know it's good

Percy tries to give Nico a sex talk. It goes about as well as anyone could have predicted.

marvel

shelter order by deniigiq; team red, G, 46k; team red quarantine group chat fic, need I say more?

Little Spidey (Pink): Hello Twitter. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Spiderman has decided that we should share with you all our private chat. We will be doing so on the condition that y’all remain cool about it. You gonna be cool? (Peter decides to raise spirits of those in isolation by sharing parts of the Team Red chat online day by day.)

Fishing Isn’t Fair to the Fish by NezumiPi; defenders, T, 17k; I was not expecting this one to have so much humor. or an exorcism.

Spoilers for Defenders S1 and prior individual shows. In a magnificent display of poor judgment, Luke Cage invites the Defenders on an upstate fishing trip in they can get to know one another better and perhaps smooth over some minor interpersonal conflicts. Contains (in no particular order): Minor interpersonal conflicts, major interpersonal conflicts, moderate impersonal conflicts, Danny Rand’s undergarments, porn for the blind, misuse of pharmaceuticals, talking swans, occasional fishing, and some seriously unpleasant business.

Mr. Stark's Home for Idiot Teenagers by OffToNewPastures; Iron family, T, 98k; tbh it's been so long since I read this one that I don't remember what it's about, but I have it marked as funny, so here you go

Peter is there, slumped over the kitchen island, slowly cramming spoonfuls of Double Chocolate Cookie Crisp into his mouth, hair tousled and sticking up every which way, and Tony realizes with sudden clarity that he’s fighting a losing battle. Maybe not today, maybe he can put it off for a while, but someday he’s just going to have to give up and love this ridiculous kid. - In which Tony Stark learns object lessons about love, sacrifice, death, friendship, and parenthood; and makes his peace with the unfortunate reality that his penthouse will be crawling with asshole teenagers every weekend for the foreseeable future. Follows canon...loosely. Ahem.

Chaotic Peter by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so; Iron family, T, 15-20k; this one is hilarious and painful and gripping and so so beautiful, and it has a logical path to the Iron family trope that doesn't make me cringe. I stayed up to 5 am on a weekday reading it. No regrets. (My note on ao3: "Reread first story to laugh until you cry, reread second part to feel something," if anyone was doubting how I feel about this fic.)

"Is there a reason you're calling this late at night?" Tony asks, worried in spite of himself. "Tell me what's going on, kid." “Everything is one-hundred-percent fine,” Peter says. “Seriously, I've never been better. But I should let you know I have about thirty bricks of cocaine in my bedroom. Also, Karen won't let me turn off Instant Kill Mode. Also, Walmart discontinued my special razzleberry pink squeezy lemonade. Which isn't related to tonight's patrol, I'm just bummed about it.”  Or: The five times Instant Kill Mode is activated +1

Super Duper Side Effects by awesomesockes, whumphoarder; Avengers, T, 16k; most mcu fans probably recognize this one and know it's hilarious

The downside of an enhanced metabolism is that it renders most drugs completely ineffective. Captain America accepted this long ago as an occupational hazard. But after Peter sustains a serious injury in the line of duty and the doctors have no way to manage the pain, Steve decides to volunteer as a test subject for Bruce and Tony’s experimental super drug. However, the soldier ends up getting a little more than he bargained for. (Alternative title: Original Drug Tester: Steve Rogers)

Obligatory mention of the fic that caused this ask:

in technicolor by deniigiq; Marvel's various NYC vigilantes & Brett Mahoney, not rated (I'd give it a T), 120k; again. the observor pov gives the idea of wildlife being studied in their natural habitat, and it is so. fucking. funny.

Brett sighed and looked down at the folder in his hand. “Your name is Peter, right?” “Lawyer.” “Peter, we haven’t even started talking. Let’s just take a minute to ease up.” “Lawyer.” “Bud, we haven’t charged you with a crime. This is just talking.” “Law. Yer.” Goddamn. (Brett's encounters with Team Red/vigilantes and their weird fucking way of helping)

hp

Still Preoccupied... With 1979 by darkbluedark; drarry (+jily & wolfstar), T, 15-20k; pre drarry accidental time travel hanging onto their rivalry for convenience? hilarious.

It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties. (This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)

sirius black and the "mystery girl" by tjmcharg; wolfstar, T, 29k; heteronormativity but for humor reasons

"You can't tell me who you're with?" Lily smiles at him hopefully. Sirius laughs. "Alright Evans, if you're so curious, I have a proposition for you" "We'll set up a little bet, you have until the end of the school year - so two months - to work out who I'm dating, or..." he pauses to think and with an evil smirk decides, "or you have to ask your crush out on a date."

pair of tossers with a cat by moonymoment; wolfstar, G, 10k; a cat nearly destroys them. in the middle of a war.

Something seemed to dawn on Remus then; something so obvious he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. He frowned and looked at Sirius quizzically. “What?” “Are you…” Remus began, gaping slightly, “jealous of the cat, Sirius?” Sirius looked down. “I’m not jealous of the cat.” “You’re jealous of the cat!” “I am not jealous of the bloody cat.” Remus finds a stray cat on the street and brings it in. Sirius is not impressed. Chaos ensues.

(fuck jkr. for those of you who don't know me.)

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[sarehime]

As Karlach messaged his foot, Astarion couldn't help marvelling at how small it looked in the young woman's hands. 

Karlach had a pensive look on her face. Astarion smiled,

"How long are you going to tease me like this?" he said. Karlach finally focused her eyes on him, smiling slightly as she pulled his foot to her shoulder and kissed his ankle. Astarion felt his breath catch for a moment, if he had a beating heart, it would have stopped at this very moment.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Karlach said. Astarion rolled his eyes. 

"Let me be more specific, when are we going to make love?" he said directly. Karlach took Astarion's leg over her shoulder and began to wash his calf with a washcloth.

"Whenever you want," she said. 

"It doesn't matter what I want here. That's what you want, isn't it?" Karlach was both washing his leg and continuing to message him. This was driving Astarion crazy because it made it hard for him to concentrate.

"I want it," Karlach said. She still had that smile on her face. "But I feel like you're not looking forward to it as much as I am." Astarion felt like he'd been hit in the head with a sledgehammer.

"You're talking rubbish," he said flirtatiously. "My hunger for you grows every day." It wasn't a lie. Astarion wanted Karlach, he was just... afraid. 

Karlach suddenly bent Astarion's leg at the knee and pushed it to his chest. So she brought her face closer to his, but with his leg between them. She raised her beautiful golden eyes to his.

"Astarion, I may be a little horny, but I'm not a dog in heat. I can wait, patiently. I want you to want me as much as I want you. I want you to beg for my touch," she said, rubbing his ankle. "I even want you to cry, no, not from pain this time. I want you to cry like a spoilt child whose request is overdue, Astarion. For me. You deserve the best, you deserve me."  to be continued…

***

Me and my ‘Astarion in a bathtub’ fetish… Well, it won’t be a smut but will be sensual and erotic (as much as I can) This scene play in my mind again again and I think I should write it down at least, I don’t plan oneshot completely actually, let’s see…

[yuyusuyu]

blurred lines and lies — 06. the blurred line

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

warnings. alcohol consumption, mentions of feeling sick (throwing up but nothing happens), jealousy. if there's anything i should add, let me know!

wc. 1k

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SARANG looks at you, eyes gleaming in mischief as she swirls her wine glass, lips tugged upwards in a teasing smile. “so,” she drawls. “yn, my adorable friend.”

“yes?” you sing, grinning as you take a sip from your glass, the wine going down your throat smoothly. you make a mental note to ask san later about where he got this wine because it is so good, and it would be a good one to drink with jongho on one of your lazy nights in his apartment.

“how are things going with jongho?”

at the mention of your best friend’s name, you brighten up and beam at the bride. “perfect, as always!” your grin softens and you look down at the contents of your wine glass, tilting it back and forth and watching the red wine swish around. “i’m thankful for him. i really, really, really am glad that i was able to meet and befriend him.” pausing, you chuckle and shake your head, taking another sip of wine before continuing. “he’s helped me become a better person and convinced me to pursue my dreams. he helped convince my parents to let me pursue photography and in letting me go abroad.”

sarang hums. “san told me about that.”

you nod. “jongho is such an amazing person. i’ve always felt comfortable around him. he’s like my haven no matter where we go. i’m horrible at taking care of myself and he knows that, so he always travels with me when football season is over.”

“oh, your photos in the new edition were marvelous,” sarang pipes up, grinning. “you always outdo yourself every time, yn.”

“thank you.” you laugh, feeling giddy after receiving the compliment. “jjongs says the same.”

“i know,” sarang says.

your tone softens at your next words as you throw your head back, eyes closed. “i honestly wouldn’t have made it here without jongho. he’s so important to me… he’s like a puzzle piece in my life that no matter what happens or what shape my life becomes, even if his puzzle piece can’t fit, i’ll just force it in and super glue him to the pieces of my life because… i can’t see a future where he’s not in it. no matter what, even if i’m married and old, jongho will always be there. he’s been there for me. always.”

“actually, my husband was always there for you.” younghee says, glancing at you. “but i guess you’re right since he hasn’t been there in… recent times.”

you ignore younghee’s words as does sarang. the bride giggles. “it sounds like you’re in love with jongho, yn.”

“what?” you screech, immediately sitting back up to face your friend. you groan, whiplash hitting you from how fast you whipped your head to look at sarang. as you cradle your head, younghee smiles.

“looks like you finally found another best friend besides yeosang.” younghee closes her eyes. “i’m happy for you.”

you huff in amusement, smiling at her and leaning back into your chair. “well, yeosang and i decided to rekindle our friendship.” you open an eye to peek at younghee, almost laughing at her expression. “it honestly feels like the pause we put on it was never there to begin with.”

younghee stares at you, shocked. “you guys… what?”

“so,” says san, smirking as he folds his arms over his chest and leans back into the couch. “how has yn been?”

out of instinct, yeosang opens his mouth to reply but gets beaten to it by jongho.

“she’s doing great, actually.” jongho says, taking a shot and placing the small glass cup on the table. “she’s thriving and she made a name for herself in the industry, and i couldn’t be prouder of her. she deserves all of this and more.” he scrunches his nose as he grabs the bottle of tequila and pours himself another shot. “we’re happy to be back for a bit before going back.”

“a bit?” yeosang asks, leaning forwards in his seat. “before going back?”

jongho nods, drowning his shot glass before pushing it away, stretching his arms over his heads. san laughs at the confused expression on yeosang’s face. “you know that yn and jongho went abroad for college, right?”

yeosang slowly nods.

“and you know about how they transferred over after a semester, right?”

actually, he didn’t know that, but he nods once more.

“well,” san says. “they liked it so much over in london that they moved there after graduating. this is the first time they’ve visited since moving there four years ago.”

jongho hums. “yup,” he says. “we’ll be going back a week after the wedding.”

“oh.”

yeosang feels sick to his stomach. he feels like he just got his heart ripped out and stomped on. you moved to london, permanently, and this is the first time you’ve visited in four years after you moved there.

with jongho.

the information makes him dizzy. he just got you back, and he doesn’t want to lose you. the thought of losing you once more makes his heart ache in pain, makes it bleed and clench in fear of going through the pain of watching you leave him a second time. 

he can’t lose you.

he can’t lose a piece of himself once more.

not again.

not ever.

and not to jongho.

“so, when are you planning on confessing to her, hm?” san raises a brow at his cousin.

yeosang immediately snaps out of his head, turning his head to look at jongho with narrowed eyes. it doesn’t matter if he hasn’t talked to you in four years, because after all this time, he just wants what’s best for you.

he always will.

jongho smiles. “i hope to make my move when we return to london,” he says.

the long-haired male slumps down in his seat and stares up at the ceiling, blinking.

return to london.

yeosang hopes you don’t go back.

because he really can’t bear to lose you again. and to jongho… again.

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BLURRED LINES AND LIES | yuyusuyu 2023

[alotofpockets]

How I see you | Yelena Belova

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Prompt: “I wish you could see yourself how I see you."

marvel masterlist | Words: 500

When you arrive back at the Compound after working on a case all day, you’re looking forward to cuddling up with your girlfriend Yelena and spending the rest of the evening doing nothing together. You were tired after your long day, so you left the others in the common room with some quick hello’s and continued on your way to your room.

What you hadn’t expected was Yelena curled up into a fetal position, laying in the middle of the bed. You rush toward her, your body forgetting all about being tired. “Hey, baby.” You say as you sit down next to her and place a comforting hand on her back. “What’s wrong?” In response Yelena just starts crying. “Oh, baby. I’m here.” You move your hand up and down her back in a soothing manner.

“You deserve someone better than me.” Yelena says between sobs. “You are amazing, why would you think that?” You say, not at all knowing where this is coming from. You love Yelena, you love absolutely everything about her. “Someone who didn’t go through the past that I have had would be so much better for you. I have moments where I want to isolate myself because I can’t bear the things that I had to do as a child, the things I had to go through. You deserve someone who isn’t going to disappear when things get hard. My past has held us back before and I don’t want that to happen again. I want you to live your life and be happy and I am scared that I can’t offer you that, not every day of your life at least.”

You listen to her words carefully, wanting to fully absorb each detail that she shares with you before answering her. “Baby, you make me very happy, I hope you know that. Your past will never be a reason for me to not want you, I know what they put you through will forever be a part of you. You need time and space to deal with that at whatever point of our relationship, and I will always be okay with that. I want you to be able to process and heal, though like I said, I know it’s something that will always be with you. I will always support you and be there for you whenever you need.”

Yelena sits up in the bed now, the two of you are facing each other, your hands holding on to hers as you continue talking. “I wish you could see yourself how I see you, Yelena. You are funny, kind, considerate, smart, strong, beautiful, loving and so much more than that. You are the person that makes me happy, you are the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.” Yelena pulls you into a hug, and you hold her close, only letting go when she does. “You will always have me by your side, darling. I am not going anywhere.”

~

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[risustravelogue]

A Fleeting Dream

Summary:

A fleeting dream is A reflection of your wants Unmet in this world.

Featuring:

Self-aware Alhaitham, gn!Reader (no pronouns used)

Tone:

Angst, angst, and angst.

Note:

TW: self-hate, implied chronic depression/mental health issues. No happy ending for this one. Mostly self-reflective. Suggestive at one part. Proceed at your own risk. Original post here.

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

When Alhaitham becomes conscious, you have just successfully added him to your roster of characters.

Greeted by your beaming smile, he watches curiously as you fawn over his presence on your computer screen.

“Welcome, Haitham, my husband! I can’t wait to explore with you,” you say. “First thing is to put you into the teapot—”

Your voice gets cut off as you go back to the previous menu, disappearing from his view.

… Husband?

Alhaitham sighs in resignation.

Guess this is the fate of being a fictional character, he thinks. At least I know I will be loved.

—

You farm for Alhaitham every day, visiting him every time you want to have a breather. You sometimes talk to him with his character screen up, as if he’s right there with you. Time passes, and he’s now at level 90 and triple-crowned. He has taken a liking to you. How can he not? You’ve invested so much time and effort in him, after all.

One day, you log into the game, seeking comfort after a meet-up with your high school friends. At one point, everyone started talking about their love lives. When your turn came, you could feel their attention on you. You felt heat creeping up to your cheeks, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. After a few excruciating seconds, you could only shrug and say with a forced smile, “Come on guys, you know me. I have no love life whatsoever.”

You noticed that some looked at you with pity.

On the way home, this evil voice in your head keeps telling you:

See, they have someone who loves them in their lives. What about you, hm? You just have a fictional guy in your mind all the time.

Remember that guy from your past? Why did he reject you again? Oh, right—you’re not good enough. You have major problems no one sane would want to deal with. Pretty sure the fictional guy would do that, too, if—and that’s a big if—he’s real, of course.

And now you’re crying. You’re pathetic.

Pathetic.

Pathetic.

He can sense that you’re unwell the moment your gaze meets his. You stare at the screen, studying the now-familiar features of his face. You put a finger on the screen, tracing the side of his face. A pulsing pain bubbles up your chest as you fixate on his beautiful turquoise-red eyes.

“I wish you were here,” you whisper. “If you were, I’d probably hug you to sleep every night.” A pained smile blooms on your lips. You can feel your eyes getting hot and wet.

“What am I doing? You’re not real. You will never be real…” you trail off, tears now streaming down your cheeks. He can only watch you helplessly—his coded behaviors don’t include reaching out beyond the veil and wiping your tears away, after all. A sharp pain pierces his chest every time you sob in front of him, and although he doesn’t really care about the gods, he silently prays that he would be able to let you cry in his embrace.

He wonders: when did he start feeling like this for you?

—

Alhaitham finds himself in your dream realm later that night.

He realizes this not half a minute after he appears inside, as he cannot hear any background music playing at the back of his head. He marvels at how it looks very similar to the streets of Sumeru City, and how he doesn’t feel the usual code restraints limiting his movements. He smiles at this newfound freedom.

“What are you smiling about?”

He turns his gaze to the source of the voice—your voice. You’re dressed in your daily clothes, but somehow you don’t feel out of place. Well, he thinks, it is your dream, after all. Your smile is bright, but he notices that your eyes are still swollen from crying to sleep. He unconsciously grinds his teeth.

“There you are,” he says, and before you can react, his arms are already wrapped around your body. You gasp at his public display of affection.

“Haitham!” you scold him, but you find yourself putting your arms around his waist anyway. “Not here,” you complain softly. He buries his right hand in your hair, pulling you even closer to him.

“Let them look,” he mumbles beside your ear.

Melting from the sound of his voice, you close your eyes and hug him in earnest. The next thing you know, you’re at his house, in his bedroom, panting as he pins you onto the bed with his lips hungrily devouring yours. A wicked thought flits through your mind as you feel his warm hands go under your clothes.

Since this is a dream, might as well enjoy it, right?

—

You wake up in your bed alone.

The dream last night felt almost real. You hug your pillow tightly, trying to grab onto the fleeting memory of sleeping on your fictional husband’s chest.

“I’ll always be here with you,” he said just before your time together ended.

Empty words from a fleeting dream.

But it’s better than nothing.

Original end note:

We all have those low points in our lives. My hope is that this work makes you feel less alone in those times.

Much love 💚

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