#it kills me to see my posts reblogged with sad messages now

[mingyusbinch]

REST IN PEACE, DEAR MOONBIN (1998-2023)

[doshiart]

Gallavich Intro

uh huh, thank you @callivich for these encouragement reblogs post, so here we are!

(nick)Name: Doshi

Age: 22

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? I mean… gallavich, they're they. Okay, if serious, I just knew about them but never interested in it and don't remember whether I watched this show before or not. But I seen all of seasons attentively only in November 2023. Then I fell into it entirely and completely.

How long have you been a fan? 3.5 months / since November 2023

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh god, it's hard.. so many really awesome scenes. I want to highlight a few and maybe make a top.

Mickey Watching Over Ian [S04E07] — my s-tier, i love re-watch this scene, i love this song (and i'm so sad that it's been removed from spotify but ok whatever). It's incredibly emotional, that's all. Mickey is so protective, there are so many thoughts on his face. And this silent talk with Svetlana screams very loudly for me. I just like to think that in that moment Mickey is thinking about how much he loves Ian and how glad he is that he's finally here.

"First Time I Felt Anything Since…" [S05E10] — just one more emotional scene before disaster. Really like it and the song is good too.

The Club Kiss [S04E08] — they are so touch starved for each other's. yummy.

"I Gotta Worry. You're My Husband." [S11E04] — it's really sad that this scene was deleted :\

"Rain On Me." [S11E07] — PLEASE they're so domestic and comfort, singing together, what could be better??

idk i just can't stop?? ok i'm quickly pick these important ones for me: "Don't." [S03E12] "Ian. Look At Me." [S04E10] "Sorry I'm Late." [S05E08] The Dock Scene [S07E10] "A lot." [S07E11]

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? Carl! I actually really love a lot of the characters, but Carl the most. Love his character development, love his sibling bonding with Debbie and how they grew together, as well as his brotherly relationship with his elders. Love his interactions with Mickey and wish there was more. He's so sweet and silly kitty. I also had a crush on Sandy and would have liked to see more of a storyline with Debbie, but eh.

Do you write or draw or make edits? I draw! tag in tumblr / commissions open + other social

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? I'm absolutely in love for AUs! Before gallavich I didn't realize how much I loved the AUs. It's just amazing and this fandom is amazing because there are so many things I want to read, but there are sooooo many. I love multi-chaps and slowburn! Any universe, the main thing is our boys and tension between them!

Most of all I want to mention my love for texting/social media or something like that. I like it when text messages are inserted into the writing.

I prefer fluff, but I have nothing against angst, only if it is hurt/comfort. I love getting different emotions and I love crying too, but I don't like bad endings.

Favourite Gallavich quote? "You're Under My Skin, Man." "What You And I Have Makes Me Free." "Hit My Husband Again, I'll Fucking Kill You." "Don't fucking tell me what's impossible! We're taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family. "Fuck You, Fuck You, And Especially Fuck You!"

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? I'm a bit of a shy introverted lurker and didn't understand at all how tumblr blogging system worked until that moment, usually I just threw my art and ran away. But now I'm watching how people do their posts (use a queue?? what). And I wasn't completely sure how to blog with drawings without turning it into something personal, but it seems that's the point of blog?

So I'm just getting used to everything and want to stay in the shameless fandom, because it's very nice to be here. You are all very nice people and I have already become attached to y'all.

Apart from anything else, I have a huge obsession. I constantly read something new that comes into my hands, and I have a lot of ideas for new arts. (I might even want to do an edit, but shhh, I'm not sure I'm really mentally ready yet haha).

So yeah, you are truly amazing and I hope to be more active in the fandom! <3

[waitineedaname]

what was tumblr like 9 years ago

god idk how to describe it. I'm not sure how much of my perception of tumblr 9 years ago is affected by me being 13/14 at the time, how much of it was the fandoms I was in, and how much was indicative of tumblr at large, but I'll try to describe it

the like. overall tone of the site was different? you know how people look back on old tumblr posts and cringe? these were the days where those posts were shared unironically. a good example is the shoelaces pose, that was enjoyed entirely unironically. tbh I've watched tumblr's tone shift a lot over the years, going from unabashed cringe, to being deeply embarrassed by those times, to being jaded/disaffected/cynical, to trying to reclaim the cringe era. again, that might be affected by who I've been following, but that's just the vibe I've gotten from the kinds of posts/blogs that get popular

the way people used the site has changed too! some of this is because of features being added and taken away. the messages function wasn't added until 2015, and before that, people talked to each other through the fanmail feature, which has since been removed. it was kind of like asks I guess? you'd send a message directly into someone's inbox. it was like sending letters lol people would also carry on conversations in the reblogs of a post. it was not uncommon to see a post a mile long where two people were just having a public conversation. it was harder to reply to replies too

also, ask games and especially ask blogs were really popular. ask blogs seem to have kind of died out, so in case that's unfamiliar, they were blogs themed around a character (or sometimes a collection of characters, like a particular friend group, or even the whole cast of characters if the blogrunner was ambitious enough) and people would send in asks that the blog would respond to in character, usually accompanied by art. I really loved ask blogs lol I miss them

oh also people really took pride in their blog themes. it makes me sad to see tumblr actively trying to kill this function by making it so that clicking on someone's blog opens them as a tumblr(.)com/url popup that just looks like the mobile blog theme. it used to be the default that it would open as a new page, url(.)tumblr(.)com, and you could customize the hell out of how it looked. people used to take great pride in customizing their blog themes, updating them occasionally, fucking with the html to get new features, some would even add playlists to their blog. baked into this too was the "pages" function, where you could have other pages on your blog, like an about page or whatever. now everyone uses carrd I guess. I miss blog customization and the pages </3

[robynrocksforbrains]

"Full circle moments"

Saw someone in the tag say that they think Will dying would make a lot of sense, and I was gonna reblog and disagree with them. But I have too much to say so I'm just making my own post.

(This person wasn't saying they wanted Will to die. They were just saying it would make sense. But I think that's an awfully sad perspective to have, and I'd like to provide some reasons to the contrary.)

Stranger Things doesn't need to be brought full circle, and even if it did, Will dying would not be necessary to do so. Yes, full circle moments are fun, but they're not necessary for a good ending. Having a few full circle moments for byler would be incredible.

Examples: Flickergate, Will telling the story of how they met so we have it from both of their POVs

I'm sure there are more possibilities that I can't think of right now.

Anyway, my point is, the show doesn't have to be brought "full circle" in every sense of the term. There are some things that just should not be returned to. Ending the show the same way it started - with a tragedy - would genuinely suck. That wouldn't be good writing. It wouldn't be satisfying. It wouldn't be thought provoking. It wouldn't send a message of hope, which is the Duffers' goal. They said it themselves, they want this show - in it's entirety - to send a message of hope to people, but especially youths. And I can't help but think that queer youths are one of their main targets with this message of hope.

Will is a character that many many queer kids relate to. In a meta sense, his story being marked by tragedy after tragedy resonates with the pain that queer people face in their childhoods. Realizing you're queer, especially in an environment where it is not safe to be so, is terrifying. We see this literally and metaphorically in Will's story. We see the pain and anger and confusion that comes with that. Literally, when he's confronted with his sexuality and tears down Castle Byers because of it. Metaphorically, it's shown through him being at the center of the supernatural plot. He can't seem to escape this. No matter how much he tries, it's always looming over him. "It" being his sexuality, the fear that comes with it, internalized homophobia, all of that fun stuff. The Duffers love using horror as a metaphor.

No full circle moment is worth killing him off for. Not when his death would crush so many queer people, especially queer kids. Not when his death would squash the hope the Duffers have stated they want this series, upon completion, to give to people. It wouldn't make the most sense. It would be awful. Point blank period. There would be absolutely no silver lining to something like that.

The most logical conclusion, the one the show is obviously barrelling toward, is for Will to have his happy ending. For Will Byers to finally get to breathe, and just be. For him to accept himself, and be accepted. For him to have his love reciprocated. That's also the most satisfying conclusion. Because the entire audience (barring mlvns and homophobes that hate him) is so tired of seeing Will suffer. We're tired of seeing him stuck in this cycle of pain, and fear, and isolation. The most cathartic ending for us as the audience is one where we watch that cycle break. Not because he dies, but because he finally gets what he deserves. The supernatural threat that's been following him being done away with once and for all. His connection to the UD (a representation of bigotry and self-loathing) being broken for good. Him being able to come out to his friends and family and being accepted. His belief that romantic love is just not for him being proven wrong. Those are the components of a good ending for him.

If he got all of these good things, and then died anyway, how does that send a message of hope? To me that says "Queer people, you can have good things, but only temporarily, eventually tragedy will catch up to you because that's just how it works."

Something tells me that the Duffers don't wanna send that message.

I think the best ending for Will wouldn't be a full circle moment, it would be to stop going in circles. They've been writing in circles for him so that they can end his story by breaking the cycle.

Yes, Will's death would bring the show full circle in the worst way imaginable. But I don't think it needs to be brought full circle at all. I think a more impactful conclusion would be to stop circling.

[brightnote]

This is my very last Secret Invasion theory post (spoilers eps 1-5) and I am proudly on team bananas. This one is for Maria ❤️ long live her chin length bob and boots

It’s 50/50 people and I have decided I am on team don’t give up (and have your heart broken into a million pieces again tomorrow but I don’t care I have faith!!) I decided I can’t go out on a downer, i have loved getting all the messages, comments, and reblogs from all of you!  Today is the last day to do this and this one is just for Maria, here’s why I am on Team Bananas 100% with all my heart, and I believe Maria is alive and she’s coming back to us tomorrow!  

the set up to do the reveal is almost too good 

finally after my weeks of ranting about how dumb everything went down with Fury, Talos, Gravik and Maria other breakdown videos are starting to see it too. Even Screencrush a pretty popular video breakdown site thinks Hill might be making a reprise. I mean these videos much like my crazy full on banana theories are often wrong but I feel more sane now that other people are coming to see this twist too! IMO it’s actually perfect set up for a Maria reveal now, and not doing it or throwing away the opportunity would be so very sad. But I guess it would be fitting a wasted character lost in a wasted opportunity. 

I am not going to write this all out again but see this post… there is just no way that Maria’s death went down the way they want us to believe  it went down. 

if Marvel wanted Secret Invasion to have real stakes then why did they tell everyone Fury was going to be in The Marvels since the beginning? Nothing lowers the stakes more than knowing the protagonist is going to be fine? Killing his friends doesn’t really raise them either to try and solve that problem it it just comes off as lazy to me.. also one million on skrulls on earth and gravik’s plan to kill all humans should be enough stakes in itself.... i mean half the planet disappeared and that was enough for the entire infinity war saga 

The only thing that’s hard to get around is the actual death

But this has never stopped marvel before. 

If anyone was going to be able to fake a real looking death it would be Maria and Nick, they’ve done it before. 

Would Nick really put Maria’s mom through that misery? Well Nick didn’t! Rhodey did and he’s not in on the plan! Nick wasn’t making funeral plans, he was on at the train to Warsaw and then evading the Russians. This could also explain Fury’s aloofness at the body transfer in front of Maria’s mom 

don’t forget what did Maria’s mom say to Fury? “You’re Nick Fury she would follow you to hell and back!” And back. 

Her mom also said something I find interesting in the rewatch “he won’t even tell me where on planet earth my daughter died!"

Also remember those final words of Maria’s not like “why? Or how?” It was “it was you” and Fury said “not me” he wasn’t even comforting like “it’s going to be ok” or like any of the things you say to your dying bestie?… I know it’s important that if it is real Maria that she didn’t die thinking Fury shot her but those last words of “no I didn’t do it!!” Are pretty wild. I think the language here is a clue like not me is a hint that it’s not her!  I think it’s a clue in favor of team bananas and that is the team where I find myself today— I only get one more day of this, so I am gonna live in it. 

bringing Maria back just to kill her off is definitely suspicious. 

In one show Fury loses, his work bestie, then his real life bestie, and then his wife/marriage? Mmm I don’t know about that. He’s getting one back I would have thought it was Varra but I think Varra’s loyalty betrayal is the ultimate death of the marriage, Fury is all about loyalty and no one has had a better more loyal relationship to him than Maria so that’s why she should be the one who comes back! 

Talos had a death that actually meant something, he showed the world that Skrulls were good which is what he wanted. It was brutally sad for G’iah and us but it actually did serve some purpose. 

Maria’s death has served no purpose for this show so far. It did not fix a broken Fury, it did not create the avenge her arc that it seemed like it was going to and even Rhodey blackmailing Fury with the video of her death hasn’t affected the plot very much, it came out much too late in the series.

 Fury is still able to get in contact with people to help him and someone is helping him from somewhere and he’s doing just fine getting around. So why would it be important to kill off Hill?

It’s a way better ploy to make people believe you are falling into your old cliches and traps and then surprise them! 

For 11 years we have been lead to believe Nick and Maria are very smart people, they are smarter than Gravik.

Just rewatch the first episode, look at the bonehead plan that gets Maria killed. It is not a plan of smart people. These are smart people. They are hanging out in bars in Russia where they are not supposed to be, talking about sensitive stuff when they know Gravik is out there scheming? A man in an existential crisis about dying sends his team out to a bombing with three bombs with no back up and no physical body protection and just those three people? Maria’s infrared glasses just disappear pre bombing? 

also don’t forget on the phone Fury said right to Gravik “you’re always one step ahead of me Gravik” like a joke! 

Also that cut on Maria’s face? That’s there so you don’t suspect a reveal to show you it was the same person from the tunnel with G’iah, at the bar, and then at the bombing. Why would marvel go this far out the way to make you think it won’t be a Maria reveal unless it is?

Weren’t you freaking furious in Far From Home when Nick was acting so dumb and fooled by Mysterio or whatever Jake’s dumb name was. Weren’t you like DIDN’T MARIA HILL WORK AT STARK AROUND THIS TIME? WHY ISN’T THIS MAKING SENSE?  Surprise, it wasn’t Fury and Maria, they wouldn’t be fooled by this!! The same team who pulled off the scheme in the Winter Solider did not fall for this—and they didn’t--and they didn’t now!!

dont’ forget Sonya specifically brought up the events of Far From Home so we know this relevant! 

Bringing up the full body widow’s veil is not a throw away detail

We didn’t see a body in that casket for a reason

We saw a whole freaking funeral and body burning for Talos!! 

Maybe LMDs do exist in the MCU and maybe they are also very very advanced. IDK if you can change your body and face with a widows veil seems like they’d have some other tricky tech and while I wasn’t on the LMD train before I think if Maria thinks she’s so invincible she can just grab a dirty bomb with her bare hands she has to definitely be ok with just dying cause what would stop her from being blown up immediately? There are very few minutes between Maria grabbing that bag and that bomb going off. 

Putting Maria’s death on full blast every episode is not just for Cobie’s screen time or to guilt trip Fury and making it public means there has to be a way for Fury to clear his name and I think it has to be more than a “shape shifting alien did this” with no proof of it

I think this is a trick for the audience to be like oh yeah she’s really dead, she’s dead no hope there. Look at that miserable awful cruel death that no one deserved but somehow this person got for no reason. My only issue with this is that if there are LMDs in this universe they would have been introduced before the finale. (Wait there aren’t supposed to be counter points in here!) 

Rhodey saying “he used all his political capital to get Maria Hill’s body back from the Russians” probably meant as a guilt trip to Fury but also a signal to the audience 

There is something fishy about it and I am so hopeful there are Maria / Rhodey scenes coming to us tomorrow! 

Killing off a character who has been in the movie franchise for 11 years in a tv show? 

No! That is poor continuity etiquette! If you are introduced in a film franchise the character should also die in the film franchise, ESPECIALLY if your character has been around for over a decade. 

Maybe Marvel asked Cobie to do all those interviews so people would be even more surprised by the twist. I think that’s whack but I have no other explanations for why that happened but I don’t think it’s any crazier than doing the interviews before the series was over!

Yeah I know it’s a stretch, I know this one kills the whole theory. It breaks my heart but I just don’t know. Maria Hill would have been the perfect person to take over for Fury when he retires and Cobie is a lot cheaper than Sam and to kill her off this way right before some legit projects that involve Maria a lot in the comics? That’s such a waste. She’s got a light IMDB of future projects, she has time!! LOL this one. I don’t have answers for. The director of Secret Invasion said she played a big role and so far uh her biggest contribution was picking Fury up from his space ride. 

But is she actually cheaper than Sam? Sam got paid 3.3 mil per episode for a total of 20 million dollars, so far Cobie got 4 mil for one episode! and she was only in about 15-20 minutes of the episode! 

I did have a major laugh in one Cobie interview where someone told her they were so devastated by Maria’s death and Cobie responded with “I’m sorry, I don’t write these stories.” Why is this so funny to me?

The tag line is “who do you trust” and the whole vibe is that that you don’t know who any one is, so far we know who everyone is… 

Maria and Nick’s entire relationship for 11 years has been about trust, who does he trust, he trusts Maria! Gasp it’s right there in the tagline!!

there hasn’t been a single surprise except for an imposter skrull Ross which was very quick and never explained or looked into. Someone has to be a reveal! Someone is not who we expect so who is it!! Watch it be something dumb like the president is also a skrull. 

On team don’t waste your time / don’t get your hopes up: see my earlier post on all the reasons why Maria is dead for real and there’s not going to be a big twist reveal (about her) and also there’s some more stuff about her amazing gay hair cut that we have only seen once so far. 

grave disappointment or total satisfaction awaits us! 

[darklydeliciousdesires]

From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Nine.

Well, there’s going to be a change with how this story is shared, guys, and that change is as follows. I’m now putting YOU in charge of its future with an unlocking system. If you want the next chapter, then this one has to reach a minimum of 25 notes to automatically unlock the next, which will be posted on Friday as usual if it reaches that number by then. Your likes, comments and reblogs will assist in building this, to what I feel is a very fair number. 

 If not, then it’s simple. It doesn’t get continued until it reaches the minimum notes target. Your interaction is what is needed to keep it going, and I hope I shan’t be disappointed, but you must understand that I devote time, focus and energy to my writing, and to receive so little recognition for that is soul destroying, and my desire and love of writing is suffering because of it. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve more of less decided this will be my last ever full length story, such is my sadness that engagement is so low. If there was ever a time to be kind to your author when she needs it, it’s now. 

I hope I can count on your support :)

Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

Words - 4,589

Tag list - In the comments, please message to be added/removed

Warnings - Mentions of rape and the associated trauma of such to come in future chapters. While I do not plan on detailing these overtly graphically, there will be detailing of such and conversations surrounding the subject, so if this is a trigger for you, you’d be best not to begin reading the story. 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Woah!”

“Oh, my fucking god!”

“Damn, girl!”

The clubhouse was a buzz as Angel streamed the fight from his phone onto the TV, everyone watching Lily do her thing in the octagon.  

“Look at you, absolute powerhouse,” Taza spoke warmly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder before wincing. “Jesus, fuck! The power in that... what do they call that?”

“Spinning back fist,” Lily confirmed, her friend still cringing as the guys all roared at witnessing the footage of her then going in for the kill, Gabriella’s nose shattering across her face.  

Taza raised his eyebrows. “It messed her up for sure. As did you. Told you you’d hand her ass to her; you should try listening to me more.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she conceded, snuggling against him as he hugged her a little tighter. Taza really was becoming like the father she’d never had, Angel seeing that clearly too, glad for her that she’d found someone who so purely adored her just as much as he did. Well, there was a hell of a lot of sexual there for Angel too, but he knew that didn’t exist for Taza. He’d also managed not to let envy override the rational part of his brain when EZ had greeted her with a big, congratulatory hug and swing around in his arms upon their arrival earlier in the evening, knowing that to truly move forward, he needed to put such reactionary behaviour behind him.  

He was learning to settle into happiness. True, he might stumble again where jealousy was concerned, so might Lily, too, but they’d work through it together rather than reverting to toxicity. What they had, they knew already was just too good to ruin.  

“So, when’s your next fight?” Riz questioned a time later, him, Lily, Angel, Taza and Coco all moved to a table to sit and continue enjoying the little celebratory Sunday night for Lily’s win.  

“That all depends on Larry, but sometime within the next twelve weeks, I should imagine,” she replied, her hand curling over Angel’s thigh as she gently scritched him with her nails.  

Riz nodded, licking his lips, looking contemplative. “Feel like having another tap around?”

Angel’s head virtually swivelled off his shoulders with the speed he turned his neck. “You ain’t asking my girl to fight you. Nah, not even you’re that dumb, bro.”

“I don’t want to sound like I’m being sexist,” he began.

“Before you say something completely sexist, brother,” Taza interrupted, Riz lifting his chin defiantly.

“She couldn’t take me down.”  

Lily shrugged, eyeing him up for size. “I managed with EZ, and I’d guess he has a good twenty pounds in weight on you,” she began. “What do you weigh?”

Riz thought for a moment. It had been a while since he’d stepped on a set of scales. “Hmmm, about one ninety-five, or thereabouts. What are you, one sixty?”

“One seventy, most of that being muscle weight.”

“The booty is at least forty pounds by itself!” Angel piped up with a grin.

“Yeah, I could take you down,” Lily told him with confidence, a few of the other guys strolling over.

His eyebrows rose, chuckling softly. “I remain confident. You couldn’t, carina.”

“This I gotta see, man. Yo, Riz, you got a screw loose,” Coco began, pointing at Lily. “She’s fucking scary, homes!”  

“Feel like putting your money where your mouth is?” Lily proposed. Her challenger immediately looked interested.  

“Two grand says I beat you.”

Lily swallowed hard. She didn’t have that kind of cash, Angel knowing it, leaning close and whispering in her ear. “If you lose, I got you, baby. You won’t, though. Go knock him down.”  

“Done.” She was out of her seat in a flash, shoes off, grabbing the hair elastic from around her wrist and tying her hair up tight, Riz looking on at her with smugness, shaking his head.  

“I apologise right now if I hurt your girl, Angel.”

He grinned widely. “Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

Bishop snorted, pointing at the now black TV screen. “Seriously, you watch that and your response is to want to fight the girl?” he exclaimed, sinking his bourbon. “Really?”

Riz got up, removing his kutte and shirt. “Ain’t had a good fight in weeks.” While Lily went to her car, ducking behind the hood to put her sports bra on, the guys all filtered over to their fight cage, Riz heading in, everyone giving him shit as Lily walked over, stretching her arms and legs as she went. Once their hands had been bandaged, it was on.  

“Come on, baby, fucking knock his ass down!” Angel shouted swigging from a bottle of tequila, glad Lily was on driving duty that night. They circled one another, every single one of the guys cheering Lily on, Riz eyeing her before he surged forward, making the kind of rookie mistake that most people Lily was pitted against knew better over; he left his body wide open, Lily ducking his punch before her shin hit him straight in the ribs, unsteadying him, prime to then receive her fists to his face, two punches, thud, thud, Riz swinging again, Lily neatly ducking under before her leg hit his thigh.  

He stumbled, and she could have been on him like a tiger taking down its prey, but she went easy on him. “Come on, Riz! I expected better!” she goaded him with playfully, Riz tightening his lips as he came for her again, this time managing to catch the side of her head and not stop, hitting her cheek with a strong punch, but oh, those were the only two he landed. He felt something hard hit him atop his head, Lily driving her elbow down onto his skull, pushing him back, her fists then connecting with his face in quick, unrelenting succession before pivoting off her left foot and sending a spinning round kick straight into the side of his head with her right, Riz feeling like he’d just been hit by a truck as he crashed down to the dirt.  

As he lay there dazed, his brothers all cheering his defeat, he had to laugh. At himself, for being so stupid. Fuck, she hit hard.  

“You okay?” Lily asked, offering her hand.  

He blinked a few times, sitting up on his elbows. “Ouch.” he began, his eyes finally focusing as he took her hand, Lily hauling him up. “I er... yeah. Never making that mistake twice, you fucking beast.” He looked a little dented in the pride, but gave her a big hug all the same, taking the two grand he had in his wallet and handing it over. Fair was fair, and she had won very fairly. “Your shins must be permanently black with the force you kick people with.” he then mentioned as they walked out, Lily rolling up her leggings to show him the purple bruises she had forming after her fight against Gabriella the previous evening.  

“Yeah, you could say that.” He shook his head, receiving a barrage of banter from the guys at his expense, while Lily sank into Angel’s embrace and wondered what she was going to spend her quick cash on. One thing sprang to mind immediately, her girl’s night she was having with Angie, Jodie and honorary girl Carlos the following Saturday. They were heading to Santo Padre’s most tolerable bar/club, The Troubadour, Lily throwing some serious cash at the bar to cover a running tab.  

“So, are you getting drunk, or are we calorie counting?” Jodie asked, Lily pouring out margaritas from the large pitcher she’d just ordered. “It had better be the former.”

“It is, girlfriend. It is,” she confirmed, Jodie applauding. “I won two fights in twenty-four hours, believe me, I’m celebrating!” Her friends gave her an inquiringly perplexed set of faces. “One of Angel’s guys from the club bet I couldn’t knock him down, so I did. Easiest two grand I’ve ever made!”  

“Honey, I’ll drink to that!” Angie exclaimed, toasting her with the others, Lily taking a big gulp of her drink. It went down entirely too well.

“So, speaking of Angel, you guys have met him, but because of one thing or another, I’m yet to do so!” Angie spoke, Lily checking her phone, seeing she had a message from the man himself while Jodie and Carlos did some filling in.  

“He’s so nice! He always gives me a kiss and asks how I’m doing whenever he visits her at work, actually takes a genuine interest too. And he cleared tables for me once when we were slammed and El Chupacabra had left early,” Jodie started, Lily snorting with laughter. Angel’s name for Carol had well and truly stuck with the staff at Renegade Coffee.  

“Angie, girl, the man is walking sex,” Carlos began, fanning himself.  

“I’ve seen pictures, yes,” she confirmed.

Lily joined in then, slipping her phone back into her bag. “Walking sex with be here with his brother in an hour. They’re just visiting with their dad.”

Carlos’s eyes almost fell from his skull. “He has a brother?” His yell made half the bar turn around.  

“Who’s also straight.”  

“Oh, I don’t mind that. Just means I get two bits of hot to look at!” His assertion had the girls laughing, Lily sipping her drink and feeling a little pit of worry dent her stomach. She knew Angie wasn’t entirely approving of him, because of what he was, so she just hoped she could see past that, to who he was instead; someone who made her sublimely happy. Of course, the lady in question picked up on it, letting Jodie and Carlos fall into conversation as they moved to a table when it became available.  

“Listen, mami. I know I was hesitant when you first told me about him, but regardless of the scary profession, I want to give him a chance, I truly do. I can’t ignore how happy he seems to make you for one thing, so if he’s sticking around, I should put my big girl pants on and just suck it up,” she vouched, Lily reaching to squeeze her hand.  

“Thank you, that means a lot to me, because I do plan for him to be around for the foreseeable, so you two getting along matters to me.”  

Angie reached for her cheek, giving it a soft pinch. “I’m looking forward to him arriving.”

Lily leaned in close, her mouth tilting into a smirk. “Not as much as Carlos is; he has the hugest crush on him.”

“And how does Angel handle it?” Angie began, sipping her drink. “We both know how frisky that boy gets.”

“All in his stride.” Carlos happened to be in the men’s room when he and EZ arrived, Angel greeting the ladies with a kiss each, EZ following suit, his eyes lingering upon Jodie.  

“Is the cute blonde single?” he whispered while greeting Lily.  

“Very much so.”

This was news he was pleased to hear. “You just made my night, Lilypad.” He took a seat at the other end of the table, engaging Jodie in conversation immediately, Angel seating himself between Lily and Jodie, Angie about to begin a conversation with him when she was distracted by Carlos, sneaking up behind him.  

“My boyfriend is right behind me, isn’t he?” Angel joked, noticing Angie trying not to laugh as she kept looking over his shoulder, Carlos still sneaking low before wrapping his arms around Angel’s neck, grinning widely. “Hey Tinkerbelle, how you doing?”

Tinkerbelle. It’d been Angel’s name for him since Carlos had taken very badly to having some guys hurl a barrage of homophobic abuse at him one evening at the coffee shop, Carlos vaulting the counter at being called a fairy, screaming that he was, as he put it, ‘Tinkerbelle who’s gonna knock your damned teeth right out your mouth, you homophobic motherfuckers!’ and thusly scaring away the high school guys who had not expected such a reaction.  

“I’m great now you’re here,” he cooed, rocking Angel back and forth in a hug, Angel taking it in his stride as usual, EZ raising an eyebrow as he leaned around Jodie.  

“Oh, you wore the tight, black vest just for me, didn’t you? Shows off your chest definition, and these big arms, oooh la la!” he continued, squeezing his biceps, Angel laughing as he pinched the bridge of his nose and knocked back one of the tequila shots he brought for the table. He and EZ had basically told the bartender to pour from the rest of the bottle until it was empty, wanting a good night that didn’t involve not drinking, leaving their bikes at their father’s and getting an Uber there.  

“What’s it gonna take for you to put me down, Carlos?” he asked, the girls in hysterics as their friend beamed, still squeezing onto Angel’s arms.

“Gimmie a little of what you give Lily!”

He considered his options, grinning suddenly before grabbing Carlos by the head and promptly licking his cheek. “There. Happy now?”  

“Angel, you’re so gross!” Jodie cried, laughing so hard her sides hurt.

“What? I gave him what he wanted!” he protested with an expressive shrug, the whole table in hysterics at the look of utter bliss on Carlos’s face, who seated himself again with a huge grin.  

“I’m never washing this cheek again, papi,” he began, picking up with drink and winking. “Lily, damn you’re a lucky girl, getting a tongue that wide all over your chica business.” he then continued, pointing at her crotch. Further laughter endured.  

She bit her lower lip, smirking. “Oh, I know.” Angel just sat there grinning, loving the attention as always before he turned his focus to Angie, who was perhaps the most important of Lily’s friends, and yet the one he didn’t yet know. He asked all about her and her life, adding little pieces of information Lily had spoken of her, Angie impressed at his memory for such details since she knew they likely didn’t spend a huge amount of their time as a couple engaging in discussions about her.  

She’d be lying if the fact that he was an outlaw wasn’t still a concern for her, but she found him to be exactly as Lily had described, nice, charming, funny, maybe a little full of himself at times, but in a way that was amusing rather than obnoxious, but what struck her the most was how in love he was with her bestie. She could see it so clearly, that Lily had met a man who utterly adored her, and that went a long way to smooth her fears.  

“So, I’m walking through the warehouse, calling out for her, can’t see shit because we turned out most of the lights, so there’s only what was shining in through the big windows between the warehouse floor and the trade counter coming through,” Angie began regaling the table with a story from their time working at the automotive parts warehouse. “And I’m thinking, ‘where the actual hell is she?’ as I walk. She’s shouting that she’s ‘over here’, wherever that was because she’s really muffled, and so I round a few other corners, still calling out for her when suddenly, the top of a box bursts open, and out jumps Lily with a flashlight in one hand and her cell in the other, and I screamed so loud I sounded like I was being murdered...”

“And...” Lily pressed, shaking her arm to force the confession.

“I really needed to go to the bathroom anyway, and she scared me so damned much, I peed my pants!” she finally admitted, hiding her face as everyone exploded with laughter. “And that’s the story on how I became a viral video just over ten years ago!” Yes, back in the days of Vine, Angie and Lily had shared many pranks on one another for the scare cam trend, and the ‘damn you, Lily, I peed myself!’ video had gotten well over a million hits.

“Do you have the video?” EZ inquired, Lily grabbing her phone and scrolling through the video folder until she found it, holding it out so everyone could take a look. As he leaned around to view it, EZ very smoothly slipped an arm across Jodie’s shoulders, Lily and Angie exchanging a look with her, Jodie flashing a quick, discreet grin. The attraction was entirely mutual, it seemed. It also meant that the three women took a visit to the ladies' room together once Angie had died of embarrassment at her viral video being laughed at quite as loudly as it had, much preening and hair fluffing going on as they checked their appearances in the mirrors.  

“You and EZ are looking very cosy, mama,” Angie spoke, giving Jodie a little nudge.

She smirked, adding a little more definition to her eyebrows with the aid of a dark blonde pencil and combing them through. “I’m hoping I’ll be keeping a certain part of him very cosy once we leave here.”

Many giggles followed. “You’re so bad! You young girls and your wild sex lives, and here’s me, feeling old and married!”

“You’re forty-one! That isn’t old!” Lily scoffed, dabbing tinted balm upon her lips, noting that it was time for a filler top up. That’d be a week of pain for the following week, in for an adjustment with her chiropractor, getting her lips done and having Hank start her new tattoo, too. “Besides, didn’t you tell me about a certain night that involved handcuffs recently?”

Angie beamed, laughing at the way Jodie’s jaw dropped in delight. “It’s probably tame, compared to what you two likely get up to. Or will do for you, Jodie. That man might be all sweet smiles and polite nature, but I sense there’s a demon lurking in there!”

“Right? He’s probably just like his brother in that respect,” Lily confirmed, Angie clearing her throat.  

“Oh, mami. I know I only just met your guy, but really, Angel’s demon is on full display.” Her words prompted raucous giggles, the girls spritzing themselves with perfume before heading back out, Lily not making it through the hallway with the others, halted by two arms sliding around her waist.  

“Not yet, mi amor,” Angel whispered in her ear, pulling her back against his chest. “I have plans for you.” He checked that the coast was clear before pulling her straight into the men's room, the stalls both free, turning back and advancing on her with a hungry growl.  

“What, in here?” she began, his hands yanking up her dress, smacking her bare ass before his fingers hooked beneath the tiny, black thong she wore, pulling it off and stuffing it in his pocket. “Anyone could walk right in, Angel!”  

He rumbled a laugh of pure sin, hands stroking at her delicate neck as he kissed her hungrily. “That’s the point, mamacita. Didn’t you tell me once that the thrill of possibly getting caught was a turn on for you?”

Oh yeah. His demon really was on full display, the thrill of it arrowing right to where his fingers skimmed, her folds dewy, stroked even slicker as they shared rough, urgent kisses. Her breath hitched as his fingers pushed within her, curling, dragging at her, Lily whimpering softly, biting his lower lip before their tongues swirled again, a feral desire settling low in them both, coils of uncontainable tension beginning to wind sharply as they panted against one another.  

He turned her around roughly, pulling her dress up until it bunched at her waist, the top yanked down to expose her bare breasts, his mouth ravenous at her neck as he unfastened his jeans just enough to pull his cock out, lifting her leg to rest beside one of the sinks and plunging it into her. “Yeah, that’s right, querida. You’re gonna watch me fuck you, and love every last second of it.” The heat that rose through her at hearing those words was indescribable, a magmatic surge that only grew in ferocity as he wound her long braid around his fist and pulled her head back, kissing her neck, focusing on their reflection, the sight of his thick cock splitting her tight cunt wide making his insides jolt.

Her lungs felt heavy as she panted, her eyes fixed upon the mirror while she was hyper-aware of the door to the left, her heart hammering at the prospect that at any given moment, it could open. Anyone could walk in, hell, somebody probably would, and god, how that caused her nerves to fizz with anticipation. The punch of his cock had her gleaming, sending fire and frost through her veins, her hair pulled again as his teeth clamped onto her neck, Angel rumbling a low, predatory growl of arousal. “God damnit, you look so hot when you’re getting fucked, baby.”

Just then, the door swung open, a man of about fifty walking in. “Holy shit!”  

“Occupied,” Angel barked, the guy just standing there staring. Letting go of his pinch on her nipple, he pulled his gun from the back of his jeans, pointing at him. “Either join in or get the fuck out, homeboy.” He turned and left, Angel putting his gun down at the side of the sink, hand moving to her throat, teeth nipping her earlobe.  

“See, you had to know this braid was gonna get you in trouble, baby girl,” he spoke, pulling harder, Lily’s breath catching in her throat as she watched his fat cock sliding in and out in an effortless glide, transfixed by the sight.  

“All the trouble I wanted. Is it wrong that seeing you pull a gun on someone turned me on even more, though?”

Angel shook his head, a deep rumbling chuckle echoing through her ear. “Nah, mamacita. Guns are sexy, but nowhere near as sexy as you.” His words burned through her like freefalling embers, Lily turning her head, kissing him with wild desire, moaning into his mouth, his cock rutting her deeper, sending a blaze of stars glittering up her spine as she felt herself ascending sharply.  

Adding a little more speed to each dragging thrust, he began to stoke the bonfire of her pleasure, flames crackling, Lily feeling unmoored entirely, her cunt flexing in appreciation of his assailing, the girth of him igniting her with the delicious stretch as her cunt fluttered on him, crying out, his grip at her throat and in her hair tightening. Something within him broke at hearing her shrill wails, Angel pounding into her with unmatched ferocity, giving her all that she craved, his deep groans intoxicating to her ears.  

“Look how good you take it. Mmmm, yeah. You're my dirty girl.”  

Everything was wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of them spiralling headlong into the kind of release that had their moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of their skin smacking together, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude shooting like lightning over every throbbing nerve ending, leaving them absolutely shattered to pieces, breathless, but fuck, so drunk on one another, swimming in heavenly tingles.  

They straightened up quickly, standing and indulging in some hot kisses afterwards, two guys walking in and immediately throwing some humour their way.  

“No fucking in the restroom, y’all!”

“Too late.” Lily snickered, kissing him once more before they exited arm in arm, their laughter escalating before suddenly, he halted her.  

Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his forehead to hers, his mouth upturning into the widest, happiest smile. “You know something? I know it’s only been ten weeks, but this is the best relationship I’ve ever been in.”

She was touched by his statement, stroking his arms. “Why, because I let you fuck me in a public restroom?”  

He threw his head back, laughing loudly. “Well, that was fun, but it’s everything. You, you’re just... I’m having the best time ever with you. You make me insanely happy. I meant it too, after I nearly fucking wrecked everything. I’m not gonna be that guy any longer, I’m not. I need for you to understand that, although I know it’ll take time for me to win your complete trust back. It’ll be worth it, proving that I’m good enough for you.”

Even though it had only been a week, she’d seen the effort he’d been putting in, the way he affirmed everything, constantly acknowledging his wrong, promising her that he would prove himself worthy. She believed him, too. Something on a deeper level than communication alone told her that he wasn’t going to ruin things, that he meant everything he’d told her. “I love you, querida.”

Kissing him, she squeezed him tightly, her insides sparkling. “Ditto, honey. Come on, I think I still have a couple of hundred behind the bar. Let’s go dent it.”  

And oh, how they did. So much so that when they awoke the next morning, it was to pounding heads. They ate, drank back two pots of strong coffee, showered and brushed their teeth, but still, felt absolutely no better.

“Back to bed?” Angel suggested, Lily nodding. “Hold on.” Walking over to Charlie’s cage, he opened it, tapping his shoulder, the bird scampering out.  

“Bro time!” Charlie shouted, dancing happily, his comb risen in delight.  

“You got that right, little man. You want some grapes?”

“Now!”

“Erm, where’s your manners, homeslice?” he asked, picking up a few of his toys.  

“Grapes...” he paused, beginning to dance when Angel grasped his favourite toy, the small Tigger plush. “Please!”

“Good boy. Alright, let’s go get your snacks.” Lily stood there smiling, loving how much her two favourite boys got on, Angel rifling through the fridge for Charlie’s food, grabbing him a few almonds as well before they went back to bed, the bird bouncing around across Angel’s legs on top of the covers, throwing his Tigger plush around and chattering pure nonsense, coming back every so often for a little more food.  

“He’s like having a toddler, isn’t he? Yells but doesn’t make sense, food motivated and loves toys,” Angel observed, passing Charlie another almond and watching him bounce away again, perching on his knee to eat it.

“He really, really is. A toddler that’ll never grow up either!”  

He laughed, agreeing. “So, where do you stand on actual kids, then? You want any someday?”

“I do, yeah. I want two, maybe three. How about you?” Her revelation delighted him, since having a family of his own was something he definitely saw in his future.

“Same. I want that little unit, you know? Somewhere that’s all mine, something good I created for me and whoever the lucky woman is to bear my beautiful offspring.”

Lily grinned, stroking where his beard met his neck, the dark growth making a scratchy noise against her nails. “If we have kids, damn, they’ll be so fucking cute.”  

“Yeah, they will.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That sounded very decisive.”

He leaned to kiss her, nuzzling her softly. “That’s because it was. I mean, it’s too soon right now, but way into the future, yeah. I can see it happening for us.”

Well, if there was one thing she could be on board for, it was having Angel’s babies one day. They were young and in love, why not? Until then, though, getting in a lot of practice for that eventual conception was where they were both at, Charlie taken to his day perch out in the lounge after an hour so they could enjoy doing just that.  

[professorrw]

Mistakes, a Loki One-Shot

Warnings: Angst, Smut, attempted murder, mentions of death, enemies-to-lovers

Request: “Can you do a Loki one shot? enemies to lovers troupe? a lot of angst pls -moon”

Word Count: 2195

A/N: I hope this was good! I’ve never written angst so I tried my best! And yeah, Loki doesn’t hate Y/N, it’s more like she hates him in the beginning but I tried. If you have any tips please message me or comment! Reblog and like if you enjoyed!

Loki, God of Mischief. During his attack on New York he managed to kill 80 people. One of them being your mother, your anchor. She had been with you through it all. She supported you no matter what. When you wanted to enlist in the military she let you and when you were discharged she was still there for you. 

When you left the Marines you began to work as a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent. Your current assignment was to watch over Loki, who was being held at the Avengers base. The assignment was perfect. You could finally get revenge on Loki for taking away your only family.

If any of the Avengers found out about your mother’s death they probably wouldn’t let you watch him. And they shouldn’t. When you got the chance, you were going to kill him. It didn’t matter that you might go to jail or get fired. He deserved it, and you were going to serve the justice your mother and all his other victims deserved.

Monday rolled around and you arrived on the base. Loki would be held in a room made of see-through electric walls. Even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to escape. You were in control of the wall. If you wished, the walls could be lowered. Eventually, you would lower them. Not for Loki to leave, but for you to enter.

You sat with your feet lounging on the desk in front of the “cage.” Loki was standing in the middle, watching you. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of speaking to him. Hell, you avoided looking at him. 

Hours passed by silently and you left your post. You had the surveillance cameras hooked up to your phone so you could watch him while you were away. You slipped into bed in the room you were assigned and went to sleep, thinking of your plans.

The next morning was just as uneventful as the previous day. It wasn’t until noon that something happened. Instead of standing in the middle of the room, Loki approached the wall nearest you and spoke, “You seem to disdain me more than your fellow Avengers. I don’t recall ever doing anything to you. I would remember seeing such a beautiful face.”

You ignored his comment and turned your face away from his smirking one. You were told he had a knack for getting under peoples’ skin.

“You want to be silent? Very well. I’ll admire you from a distance then.” He returned to the middle of the room but continued to watch you with a thin-lipped smile. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but wonder if his legs ached from standing so long.

As Loki said, he didn’t bother you for the rest of the week. You kept your mouth shut and tried to avoid his gaze the whole time. There was an incident when you were coming back from getting lunch and happened to glance at him, already looking at you. He seemed to find pleasure in the quick turn of your head when your eyes met. No doubt, just as the other Avengers promised, he was trying to get under your skin. You were used to having people scrutinize your every move, but what Loki was doing felt different. 

To your dismay, when you returned to your desk the following Monday, Loki decided he wanted to bother you.

“It’s terribly lonely in here. Why don’t you join me?” He knew you weren’t going to answer but he still prodded you. “What’s wrong dear? Afraid I bite? I promise it’s only lightly.”

You gave him a cold scowl and returned to the book you were reading.

“You enjoy reading? Do enlighten me on the title,” he asked. Unlike the way he was speaking previously, he seemed genuinely  curious to know. Who knew a god would be interested in books?

Even though you told yourself you wouldn’t utter a word to him, you decided to tell him what you were reading. “Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.”

He responded only with a hum, as if he was thinking it over. You raised your eyebrows, expecting him to say more about your sudden inclination to speak to him. He didn’t say anything else though, and returned to look into your eyes with a searing intensity.

He remained silent for the duration of the day, which bothered you more than his speaking evidently. You had to admit, sitting there for hours was boring but it would be worth it in the end. 

Another week passed before Loki decided to speak again.

“You dislike talking to me and looking at me.” He said it as if it was a fact. Which it was.

“What did I do to you?” He said this with an earnest tone. He genuinely wanted to know. It was eating at him that such a beautiful creature would feel such hatred towards him.

He let out a sharp sigh and decided to give him what he was searching for. “During your little rampage in New York, you killed my mother. I’m sorry if I don’t act friendly,” you spat.

For a second he looked taken aback. Even though it was only a fraction of a second you caught it. Did he not realize the damage he had caused? Surely he wasn’t that thick-skulled, you thought.

“I apologize, I wasn’t aware.”

“Of course you weren’t. You were too busy trying to take over Earth to take into account that you were killing people,” you scoffed. “And don’t act like you’re sorry. I know you aren’t. You can’t begin to understand the pain I felt and still feel.”

“You would be wrong there, dear. My own mother was killed. It was my fault; a foolish mistake.” He muttered the last sentence and you had to strain to hear it, but you did. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of… empathy?

“Well I’m sorry. That doesn’t excuse what you did though.” You were sorry. Not that he deserved to hear your apology.

“I did not dare think it would. You should not feel so alone, dear. I share your emptiness.” His words caught you off guard. He was right. A part of you did feel empty. But you weren’t one to admit that you were aching for someone or something to fill that gap. Your mother was your support system and since she died you were alone. You had friends, but none close enough that you would relay so much person information to. People tried to comfort you but at the time nothing made sense. You were a ball of anger and sadness that never got to let go of your grievances. The feelings inside of you never came to the surface, you carried them with you, just for them to haunt you at night.

You didn’t want to say anything back in fear he was still trying to pick you apart and tear you down. “He’s a villain. He’s done terrible things. He killed your mother,” you kept repeating to yourself. You weren’t about to let Loki make you vulnerable. You had a personal mission to carry out and it would get done. You decided to quit talking to him for now on. You couldn’t start being friendly. You especially couldn’t let yourself be attracted to him. That would be your downfall. Although you did feel empathy towards him, you wouldn’t let anything else happen.

“What am I doing?” you thought as you arrived back in your bedroom around a week later. Your mouth didn’t like to listen to your head. You found yourself talking to Loki when he spoke to you. Talking to him. Answering his questions. You promised yourself you would put an end to him soon. If you didn’t want to fall deeper into the trap that is Loki’s charms, you would have to kill him soon. Things had gone too far already. “He is a terrible man,” you reminded yourself once more.

You laid in bed watching the security cameras for hours. You had to wait until him and all the other people in the building were asleep. It was 2 in the morning and Loki had been asleep for hours. Surely, everyone else had been too.

You stalked through the halls silently as you made your way to the “cell.” Sure enough, Loki was asleep in the small bed, laying on his back to your luck. You quickly lowered the electric wall nearest you and walked into the dark room. You pulled out your knife and steadied yourself. Finally, you could have peace. 

You leaned over his body, trying to avoid looking at his peaceful face as you raised the knife to his neck. But you stopped. Could you really do this? Hasn’t he proven that he isn’t so bad? While talking to him the past week, you learned a lot about him. He openly spoke about his home and filled you in on anything you were curious about. “Shit,” you thought. Surely enough he had lured you into his trap. You couldn’t deny the growing affection you felt for him. It doesn’t matter how small the feeling was. You weren’t going to let yourself do this.

As you were thinking a voice spoke behind you, “Are you trying to kill me dear?”

You snapped your head back and saw Loki standing behind you. When you turned to look at what you had previously thought to be Loki, he wasn’t there. The covers were still pristine and in place. 

“It’s alright, darling. I know you were not going to harm me. I saw your hesitation. Something has developed inside you,” he said.

“That’s not why.”

“Then whatever could change your mind? On that first day I could feel your hatred. It slowly dissipated as time passed. When I first laid eyes on you, I was intrigued. You are a passionate creature, driven by whatever your heart desires. Does your heart… desire me?”

Your breath caught in your throat at his sudden proximity. His face was inches from yours and you could feel his soft breath against your ear.

“Do you desire me… as much as I desire you?”

“I- I can’t… This was a mistake. I came in with a mission and it seems that it won’t be fulfilled.” As soon as you were done talking you turned away from him. Parts of you wanted to stay, but you knew you shouldn’t.

“A mistake? I have made many mistakes but wanting you is not one of them, love.” He looked at you with pure desire and truth in his eyes that your knees nearly went weak. Your mind told you that what you were about to do was betrayal, but you ignored it.

In one movement your body was flush against Loki’s. He placed a hand on your cheek and met you halfway, pressing your lips together. The kiss was filled with many unsaid words. It was an apology, a confession, and a thousand struggles shared between you. 

Your hand moved to tangle in his hair, deepening the kiss, if that was possible. His hands traveled to your waist, pulling you against him. You could feel the hardening going on in his pants. He pulled away as if to ask you permission. You took a step backwards and fell onto the bed, laying on your back.

Loki took that as a yes and stripped out of his clothes, leaving you the only one dressed. He climbed on top of you and began to trail kisses from your jaw to your exposed collarbone. You raised your hips to let him pull off your pants and underwear, which were already wet. He chuckled lightly at the sight but continued to undress you, throwing you shirt and bra over his shoulder. Anybody could take a peek at the security cameras and find you two together, naked on his bed.

Loki started slow, teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick before pushing it in the rest of the way. You bit your lip to suppress any noise. He slid in and out of you, picking up the pace as he went. It was becoming more and more difficult to stay quiet. You wanted to moan, say his name, anything to express how he was making you feel.

Loki also seemed to be having trouble staying quiet, breaths ragged with each thrust. He lifted your legs so your ankles were on his shoulders. The thrust he gave after that was enough to make a sound slip from both of you. He groaned and you moaned out his name, “Loki.”

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, coming undone as he gave another hard thrust. They soon became sporadic, some slow and some fast, but none at a steady pace. Just moments after you came, so did he, right into you.

He pulled out and rolled to your side, wrapping an arm around you as you both caught your breath. Whatever worries were troubling you were gone from mind as you laid there, mind focused on the man next to you.

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Justice

Written for the first prompt of @greenfiredragonfly 's Angstember event: "They Told Me You Were Dead."

(Will reblog when it's posted to AO3)

Warning: Definitely angst, made myself cry a little.

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“They told me you were dead.”

Aziraphale took another hesitant step forward, but still Crowley didn’t even look at him.

“I didn’t believe it at first. How could I? I’d seen you just the night before at the bandstand. You were so alive. So angry. Did I ever tell you how breathtaking you are when you’re angry?”

If anything, the scrawny figure huddled in on himself and turned farther away.

“You wanted me to run away with you. To the stars. I sad no. I—I never wanted anything more in my life, but… I said no.” He closed his eyes and shuddered. “The next morning, I told Gabriel everything.”

The Archangel had clapped him on the shoulder. Thanked him for coming clean. Promised that things would start looking up soon.

He opened his eyes again and for a moment Crowley was nothing but a pale blur, a mix of shadows and moonlight.

“I wasn’t going to fight.” One step forward, the scuff of his foot echoing off stone walls. “You know me. I hate violence, hate killing, hate—”

The next step sent a pebble skittering across the floor. Crowley flinched, pressing his hands to matted hair. Aziraphale froze, crouching a little more than an arm’s length away.

“Then I got the message. One of Michael’s spies had… had seen you in Hell. Being taken to…” He swallowed, pressing his fist to his mouth. “They brought back what was left of your glasses.”

At the word, Crowley shifted, not quite turning towards him. Shafts of moonlight danced across protruding ribs, highlighting deep festering wounds.

“I fought after that. Harder than I’ve ever fought before. Oh, Crowley. You should have seen… demons falling before my blade, like… like wheat before a…” He paused to let the echo of the screams die down again. Just enough to hear himself think.

“I expected it would make me… sad. Torn up by what I did. That’s how it’s supposed to work, isn’t it? Gazing into the abyss and all that? But there was none of that, no regret, only…” In his mind’s eye, another Lord of Hell dropped, a smoking ruin on the concrete floor. “Justice.”

Crowley shifted, folding himself into a new position. Aziraphale had often joked that he had liquid legs, no hip bones, but he could see them now, sharp and pointed, pale skin stretched over them like a drum.

“In the end I had… Beelzebub… Dagon… Princes and Kings of Hell. They demanded a trial before their execution. I asked if they gave you the same.” For the first time, Aziraphale smiled. “That’s when I learned the truth.”

Outside the window, the clouds parted, revealing a floor covered with glittering holy sigils.

“I needed a new plan after that. I’ve never been good at clever plans, not like you. But it turns out Archangels fall to a holy blade as easily as demon lords.”

Not just Archangels. Every time Aziraphale looked at his hands, he found blood caked into the nail beds. They would never be clean again.

But justice, at last, had been served.

“They didn’t know what to do with me, after things settled down. Didn’t know if I was a hero or a monster, if I should be rewarded or punished. But I only wanted one thing, and that… that made it simple.”

As the moon grew shrouded once more, Aziraphale crept forward, reaching out, barely brushing a lock of hair, red just visible below all the dirt. Crowley flinched again, but he also turned, golden eyes sightlessly searching.

“Angel?”

“Yes!” Choking back a sob, he threw his arms wide. “Yes, it’s me.”

The gaunt, trembling figure unfolded, reaching out fingers that were little more than twisted sticks, carefully tracing the angel’s cheek.

“A… Aziraphale?”

“Yes.” Hardly more than a breath.

Crowley collapsed again, a slow-motion folding of gangling limbs, this time coming to rest against the angel’s chest.

“You… you came?”

“I did.” Aziraphale gently wrapped Crowley in his arms. Rocking him, holding him close. Stroking his hair. Kissing his cheek and marveling to find that anything in Creation could still be so soft, so warm. “I came for you.”

Behind them, the cell door shut, plunging them into darkness again.

“And oh, my dear fellow.” He hardly even heard the lock click into place, so entranced was he by the perfect being in his arms. “I’ll never leave you again.”

[mimibtsghost7]

Fuck you and all your little brain washed rats sending people hate because you cant take responsibility for your actions!! But go on stay silent like you always do, pretend its nothing of your business, keep being a fetishizing racist delulu like you love to be while pretending to be the best blog on tumblr!!!

NOT like anyone will see this but YOU will so LET’S GOOO!!!~~

TW: mental health and more (if you feel like this can trigger you, pls don’t read this, breathe in and out and listen to this HERE and remember I love you), loads of tea and Mimi NOT being a friendly and kind ghost. 

funny enough: 

I never pretended of said I was the best blog. But I guess the fact that you say it might be because you heard it frequently? Thanks for thinking so^^

I sent hate to no one and u r the one sending it to me rn ^^ In my whole 4 year journey on Tumblr I received a lot of love but also worse hate that you can imagine. Yes you are saying now you are receiving hate ... funny how it’s bad when It’s addressed to you but when it’s at me and my dear followers it is not. Still, I never told anyone to go hate on you. You were the idiot that tagged my old blog and as soon as my blog was gone pple searched me and found out you were the reason behind this. But as you keep hating on me. Let me tell you I am kind but don’t mistake that for me being a coward.

I am not into insulting others and I don’t care much if you insult me. BUT don’t YOU DARE touch my dear followers. Insulting ain’t hard. Let me try: The only rat here is you hiding in your hole as an anon. I went and compared your writing with this ask and previous hate asks. And it was you~ Good for you~ the sewers smell just like your filthy mouth spilling sh*t left and right. So on brand. However, I know who you are @hobisbeautifulass Hi ^^

Me racist? HAHAHAHAH you truly know NOTHING about me nor my ex-blog’s message. It was a place when you were welcomed no matter your skin color, religion, gender ... proof? well it got deleted thanks to you. but ask around this time and search for who reblogged my posts as they were always the top of the tags (even if I don’t trust how bad you are at research). I supported the BLM movement and still do and will always do but I did so veeery early without anyone telling me. Not for the notes but because of my humanity. I wished my dear followers’ happy holidays no matter their religions. And never cared about those things. Why judge someone on something based on religion or how they were born. As for the LGBTQ+ community, I was always and will always be there for love being love. I talked about mental health and opened venting nights. I helped left and right and when I was receiving hate because of people like you spitting lies about me. What did I do? Did I go online and called people bad? No. I looked back at myself and asked myself if I did anything wrong. I tried to educate myself and apologized sincerely when I had to. I read books and watched documentaries to learn how to become a better human. AND never repeated a mistake twice. You tend to forget that our cultures are different and sometimes you grow up to see some things as normal when they are not. This is not an excuse tho, so I always believed that I was lacking and if someone had something to say against me, there is a chance they are right and just in case I should reflect on myself. But for your case it was pure nonsense. ME? a stalker? how can I stalk when I have social anxiety and at that time couldn’t even leave my room? I am even afraid of taking public transportations and just the other days I was crying from joy when I took a taxi alone. they said I was in Japan stalking Jimin and Jungkook and took a pic when I was NEVER EVER was on that land. You put me on the same list as people who bought info about BTS’ flights to be on the same plane as them? I was stalked before and let me tell you it ain’t cute and fun. I am even scared of the idea of being followed. that’s why I never shared openly my age, country, or anything about me on my blog. that’s why I have no personal social media to this day and that’s why making my ex-blog was some sort of miracle in my life. 

Silent? yes I was silent when I received hate and didn’t even vent to my dear followers or pointed fingers. Why? because I thought as my day was hell I shouldn’t make anyone’s day worse. I was worried about my dear followers with mental illnesses being triggered. I tried to take my life so many times I lost count but I still came here and smiled. It was my safe place and you took it away. Yet, I should pity you? You hated on me first for no reason and you know it deep inside but right now you are trying to convince yourself that you are the angel and feel no guilt. Compared to you. I pointed fingers at no one and didn’t name you when my blog was gone. Why? because compared to you, I thought you will not be able to manage the hate and what was done .. I didn’t want you to suffer the same way I did when you are the one who made me suffer the most the past couple of days. But the kind Mimi is someone you will never remember because you dared touch the friends I love and calling them names. I don’t mind people insulting me but don’t you dare touch my people. I know myself best. My dear friends/followers know me best. I thought ... I could leave without this mess but you keep barking in my ask box and it’s annoying. I left this backup account just to talk to my friends and yet you are here to ruin things again? I should stop being kind to the ones who deserve non of it. I ignored you when I had so many followers and you went silent too because you were scared of me. But as soon as I lost my blog because of you, you went, edited and then reblogged that stalker post. How can I be a stalker? do you even know the definition of a stalker? do you even know shame? well .. I don’t think so.. you said it yourself. You are NOT ashamed (and you reblogged that so many time lol). 

Death threats? this is no competition but thanks to people like you I have been there and wish no one to be there not even you. The only difference is that you almost killed me for real. You were not the sole reason? Great job walking away from you beloved word: RESPONSIBILITY. And I didn’t get just anon hate, I got literal tagging by people like you, DMs, and people pointing guns at me. That’s why I didn’t mention you. I was worried about the one who took away what I worked for for 4 YEARS. I was more sad and concerned about the ARMY fandom here. Do you know how many rely on my updates? do you know how many people said I helped them? do you know any of that? do you think 200k people were “rats”? Do you think if I did and say wrong thing I will not be questioned by those people. I always told my dear followers: “friends, if I do or say anything wrong or share anything that hurts anyone please tell me. I am willing to learn from everyone.” But what did you know? what did you do? Well ..  guess you love notes? As the most notes you ever got and the most attention was when talking about me? 

Love how you talk about fetishing when my blog was what people call “family friendly”. I also like BTS. I love them for their music, talent, personalities and the happiness they give me. I also enjoy BTS’ bond and love their interactions. I posted content of all kinds of interactions JM X JK, JK X V, V X JIN, JIN X SG, SG X JH, JH X RM, RM X JM ... If you are calling this fetishing asian men just because I scream over BTS as a fan and love their bonb. Then aren’t you against the idea of being an ARMY? I was a clear OT7 and you were told that you weren’t right: 

 Then you answered this without even explaining the nonsense about me: 

idk .. I am trying to find sense in your nonsense so .. wait wait let me look at the definition of fetishism first. 

Fetishism /ˈfɛtɪʃɪz(ə)m/ noun: a form of sexual behavior in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, activity, part of the body, etc.

Then .. judging from your URL alone hmmm ... cute. I won’t even talk about the SMUT you write that is full of kinks and fetishism. Well I have no problem with fan fiction but the irony you spit is out of this world.

Also, I made money out of mimibtsghost? HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH no lil one. I worked day and night for FREE. At some point when BT21 just came out and there were no products on AMAZON or anywhere but S.Korea, someone reached out to me to offer 20% off or something for my dear followers. When they asked what I wanted I said what about international giveaways for my dear followers. Basically, made gifs, found content, updates, analysis, edits, and so on for free. Again, w-wait .. Aren’t you the one asking for commissions? Well .. It’s not wrong. But again THE irony. 

So, I went to see that post you made about me with “PROOF” and it was just another person who was salty as I got them blocked I can’t even recall who they were but oh well. Their arguments according to YOU and many should be taken as FACTS just because they said them?  You said HERE that your first comeback was MOST:7 that came in just last year (2020) SO what the hell do YOU know about what happened years before you came when all the proof you pointed at where baseless without any backing?

Let’s see this so wise person you used to delete my blog and what I have done ^^

The gifs: There is a story to this. The first week I came to Tumblr, It was my first time on this site and the first time I share anything. I shared some content and my analysis had a lot of notes for a small creator that started just a week ago. But I made a mistake, I found a gif and posted it while crediting the gif maker. At the time I had NO idea it was wrong. I logged off and after 5 hours I log in and there was a WAR for that ONE gif. The big blog had me blocked and her friend was telling me to take it off. As soon as the person told me I did IMMEDIATELY and apologized againa and again and told them to tell the original gif maker to deblock me as I want to apologize directly and that they can block me after that. They did and I apologized but they just kept insulting me. Of course it was MY mistake and that’s why I apologized. But for them. for a mere gif (yes I say a mere gif because I made so many gifs and they were used on all platforms but I never thought it was necessary to hate that much on someone like they did to me). That blog was big and had big blog mutuals. Thanks to that, I became someone you do NOT become mutuals with but block and never reblog content from. Without any big mutuals. Without any shoutouts. Only my love for BTS, my dear followers’ support and my hard work.. My blog, became bigger and FAST (I got 10k in less than 6 months after I started) and that brought loads of jealousy and thus more rumors. Even if, I apologized and since then made my own gifs. And I made SO many gifsets that I can’t remember how many there were. What I can recall is at some point I made them daily and many times a day.

Ships Jikook? I posted content of ALL the members interactions. I was here at a time where Jikook stans and Taekook stans where always fighting. BUT I posted about both and even made so many posts to encourage loving all the members and all the interactions. I also used the tags solely used for shipping with other big tags to show that BTS’ interactions are all important and their bond is beutiful. That our fandom shouldn’t hate on a member just because they are not part of a ship we like. And wait .. even if I shipped Jikook? I got called ALL those names by someone who ship the members with readers and write sexual scenes? Like, wait ... I am truly confused. Like, write fanfic and do all you want as long as you hurt no one I guess but why am I getting hurt for doing non of it? Like according to you, the person you should be cancelling is yourself?! I am also not into cancel culture like you so hahah whatever.

Posted stalker pics: well wow the story changes each time. Next thing you will hear that I was the one holding a camera for a member in a Vlive lol. Let me teach you about this update thing I was doing. I follow accounts I trust and that’s how we get info circulating fast. I always do reasearch but sometimes mistakes are made. For example when lately people shared pictures of BTS leaving their virtual concerts and schedules. There was a watermark of a news outlet. Normally we trust those but only later we realized that those people stalked BTS. You clearly can’t know it all. But I still didn’t share many pics related to many events (I will not name those as pple can search them even now because some pple never deleted those). And all big accounts shared many pics then deleted later. This happens all the time but it happened like ONCE for me. However, I am called a stalker for that? 

When Jonghyun passed away ... I don’t even wanna recall that night as the memories just ... when that happened I posted about it and send my condolescences. that post had over 10k notes and was at the top the tag. Why did I do that? I was devastated. Yes, many were but I will talk about me rn: I was suicidal the days before that and one of the songs that I listened to when I was broken where by him. I has been in the kpop world since 2006. And learned about his group since their debut with ‘Replay’. I was never a stan but I still knew of many groups and listened to all the songs I liked. I was very sad when he was gone and ANGRY mostly. Why is this angel leaving? Why is someone like me still here? Why did I not leave instead of him? How much did he suffer? And in the midst I posted a post from twitter that stated how agencies usually put down pple with mental illiness and hide it in the industry. Yes, that was important but NOT at that time. I shouldn’t have posted that and I realized after 5 min of doing so that it was WRONG. So I deleted it FAST but it kept being reblogged and I kept getting hate and people telling me: “Go kill yourself”... the sad part is that I almost did as my answer was “true ... why am I still here?” I apologized and logged off then to this day won’t forget crying at 3 AM while walking outside next to my dad. I was outside as I couldn’t breathe anymore and the idea of seeing the walls of my room was hell. I cried and cried and the teary eyes that my father looked at me with are something I am ashamed of to this day. To add one more thing while I am spilling the beans. I hate learning about someone dying. My grandma passed away sometime before that and it was so shocking to me. and some people came and told me when I was mourning her: Go follow that bitch of grandmother of yours. And for what? At that moment I didn’t think I would live to see the next year but I went to therapy and took medecine that was hurting and made me shake all day just to turn somewhat sane. No one knew tho ... I smiled all day and cried all night.. Even on the blog I fought no one of the ones who hated me. I just blocked them but even that was an insult to them?

Again, you said no one should defend me. Yet, you were ready to fight whoever touched anyone around you. What about changing your URL to beautifulassirony

Also THE hypocrisy. If you are sorry then why are you answering an ask of someone isulting someone you want to apologize to? Just make a post wher you apologize or ignore it from the start?

One more thing but surely not the last. You said you were good with research which you are NOT. So, let me show you what an OG detective ARMY can do. But first, as I was scrolling I saw some of your “work” (let’s not even talk about those gifs) and I am just giving my point of view here: I hate how you painted Namjoon as this horny-idiotic-make-dog. Like I get it it’s a fanfic or Namjoon as a dad but ... Namjoon is such a smart man who is very respectful and ofc he is a human with needs like many but what the hell is this way of portraying a character? Also a character is not cool, amazing, and a strong woman just because they curse and belittle their partner. 

Oh well, only you kept reblogging that as it show 36 reblogs when only 33 as still there when I looked and out of those 13 reblogs are yours? (you might have reblogged it more) but again some people might have liked ... people have different taste ... so ... whatever. 

Let’s continue, shall we ^^. You said you were the victim here when I was the one getting robbed right? How can I believe someone who reblogged the post below and was proud calling themselves an abomination or how the Oxford dictionary defines it:  a thing that causes disgust or loathing. For once you weren’t wrong.

What can you expect from someone who has the “I am not like others” kinda mentality while stating relatable things that everyone goes through?

This is getting pretty long. So to sum this up. You are now telling others that hate is NOt ok and that they should be ashamed of themselves when you yourself is not ashamed of hating on me?

I am not the type that sends anon hate. I might ignore some barking but the past days you came and bite me hard. I face the ones I have to face without fear. I know I am not the bad guy here and I don’t care much what you think about me. Even BTS got haters. This says a lot. BUT do NOT dare talk badely of my dear friends/followers. You said you do research well? Start by deleting the post below that was originally by ME from your blog ... oh how meticulous you are. From your baseless receipts to your twisted logic. Indeed people on the internet can say anything and it will be FACTS. You painted me as the devil and painted yourself as this researcher? What’s next you receiving a Phd in ‘pity me’ after your MBA in lies and irony? Whatever~ 

Whaaatever~ Karma will have upcoming talks with you. No need for you to apologize. I never cared about you and you only got attention using me. But I am not here anymore how will you get that blog running now? Are you gonna add me in a fanfic next? No need for you to send me my appearance fee when you do so~ And no need for you to apologize to me just apologize to you conscience if you have any left.  As for me @hobisbeautifulass​ you are just someone I will forget soon anyway~~ 

And because according to what you said HERE when you described the things you hate about people and I thought that was VERY close to how you treated me. Thus, you might really not stand yourself rn.

Do.Not.Worry. BTS are starting the Love Myself campaign again and just in time for you to jump in (you are good at jumping to conclusions about me so I won’t worry about you). I know you don’t like me or my friends but be sure to love yourself at least ^^ 

You are a Hobi stan? Then learn from Hobi to share some sunshine not bring the storm. Have a good day~

[haikyu-boys-am-i-right]

Death Juice (or the time Bokuto almost made a serious mistake)

Character: Bokuto

Warnings: none

Requested: no

Word count: 973

Platonic or Romantic: Platonic

Summary: On the day of a test Bokuto almost goes to the extreme to stay energized but yn and akaashi stop him just in time and humor ensues.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated but please don’t repost my works.

Disclaimer: I do not own haikyuu or any of the characters.

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I hope that I will be able to remember all of those stupid facts. Yn yawned as she sluggishly walked into the classroom after having stayed up until the AM hours studying for one of the finals that the class was meant to take that day.

After finally making it to her desk. She laid her head down on the cold wooden desk hoping that no one would disturb her so that she could get a few more minutes of rest to recharge her brain when she suddenly jolted as she heard someone sit down in the chair beside her and seeing as they had been assigned the seat during the whole school year she knew exactly who it was and she just hoped he would realize that she wanted a few more minutes of peace and quiet. Please don’t wake me…please don’t wake me.

“Hey, hey, hey Yn good morning”, bokuto yells loudly in yn’s ear as he almost pulls her out of her chair as he hugs her tightly. Yn groans as she sits up and rubs her eyes. “Bokuto, did you have to shake me like that when I was trying to sleep” she mutters. Bokuto let out a loud laugh. “Sorry but you see I just have so much energy today”. Yn looks up at him confused. “We have one of our final tests today so how in the world could you feel so energized on a day like this”? Bokuto’s jaw drops and he freezes as a panicked expression covers his face. Yn’s eyes widened. “Wait Bokuto you seriously did not forget we have one of the finals today now did you”?

“Can i see you notes for the test real quick”, he whispers as his face turns pale. “Sure thing hang on a second”, she says. Yn takes the notebook out of her backpack and hands it over to him. Bokuto nods at her appreciatively as he takes the notes from her.

However, Bokuto’s face becomes more and more pale the further that he flips through the notebook. After a few minutes of skimming the notes he closes them shut and sighs as he hands the notes back to yn. “You aren’t feeling too confident about this test are you” she says sadly.

Bokuto is silent as he shakes his head and takes on a sad and moody demeanor and he unzips his backpack and pulls out a thermos and a can of Red Bull which he places side by side on his desk. “Uh Bokuto what’s in the thermos” yn asks nervously as she is now a bit more alert and worried about what Bokuto might be doing next. “Coffee” he says as he takes a deep breath, he opens the can of Red Bull with a loud pop, he also opens the thermos, and yn’s eyes widen as Bokuto dumps the entire can of Red Bull into the thermos of coffee. “Uhh Bokuto exactly what are you planning on doing with that monstrous concoction you have there”, she asks nervously pointing at the thermos. “I’m going to drink this in order to energize myself to keep myself awake and not nervous for the test”! Yn whips her phone out of her pocket and texts akaashi a message telling him that Bokuto is about to do something really stupid and that he needs to get there right away, “Bokuto don’t you dare drink that, you could stop your heart with that stuff and die here and now”! “Well I guess it’s time for me to die then” Bokuto says in the most miserable way possible as he goes to raise the thermos to his mouth when suddenly the door to the classroom slams open causing Bokuto and yn to almost fall out of their seats as akaashi comes racing into the classroom and over to them at top speed. “Oh akaashi nice to see you” Bokuto says quietly as he lowers the thermos back down onto the desk. “You know you look good today, did you do something new with your hair”?

Akaashi does not look amused as he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms with a firm frown planted on his face. “Yn here texted me to tell me that you were about to do something extremely stupid now just how stupid were you about to be”? Yn sighs as now she knows Bokuto won’t admit what he was about to do. “Well akaashi before you got here mr. stupid here was going to drink a whole thermos of coffee mixed with a can of Red Bull” yn says. Akaashi gives Bokuto a scary glare and then he takes the thermos from off of the desk and he walks over to the trash can and he tosses it in the trash. Bokuto gasps like he can’t believe what akaashi just did. “Hey that was mine”! “You know you don’t need any sort of death juice to energize yourself” yn says clearly annoyed with him. Bokuto pouts as he turns back to face the front of the classroom and he places his head and arms on the desk in front of him still upset at akaashi and yn. “That thermos cost a lot of money you know” he muttered. Yn sighs relived that was all that Bokuto seemed to be upset about. “Okay Bokuto I will replace your thermos as long as you don’t try to accidentally kill yourself with it like you did the last one” yn says. “I’m not making any promises to you or akaashi” Bokuto yells which results in akaashi lecturing at him for the next twenty minutes on being more cautious and thinking things through till the teacher arrives to give them the test…..one that turns out Bokuto didn’t study for and he ends up failing it miserably

So this one was based on this tumblr post because when I read the post I immediately thought of Bokuto

[acrispyapple]

do no reblog art from this person.

they disregard artists. the artists’ rights. the artists’ wishes.

mlqc fandom, PLEASE be extremely mindful of what you reblog.

if there is only a link or an artist name, that art is -stolen- / reposted without permission. do not reblog.

there should always be a disclaimer somewhere that permission was given to post fanart. usually with proof as some people can just claim they have permission even when they don’t. unless that blog is well-trusted when it comes to posting art, there should always be proof of permission.

i always talk about art theft because it’s important to protect the artists who give us content. i’m sorry if you hate seeing my posts about this, but you guys can easily unfollow me because i will never stop trying to stop blatant art theft whenever i see it. tho i always do things privately, at this point i have no choice because they have chosen to just keep posting art while ignoring the artists and their wishes. i don’t think i need to explain much from our messages above. i also don’t think i should keep quiet about this.

whenever i message people about reposts, more often than not, it’s just an honest mistake. i’m always grateful to the people i’ve sent messages to in the past (re: taking down stolen art) who were really understanding. it creates a lot of anxiety for me to keep messaging people-- not knowing how they’re going to react, but i still do it because it’s the right thing to do.

now this person has blatantly shown she doesn’t care what the artists think of her posting their work. after my last message, i waited for her to reply, but instead she posted more stolen art and this:

i guess this is supposed to justify her just wanting to post whatever she wants without asking the artist or respecting their wishes when they say ‘do not repost / please ask for permission first’.

now, going back to their message to me, they also sent me a link about hypocrisy. and here it is:

i actually have an idea about who this might be. i remember sending some people copy/paste messages asking them to take down a helios fanart because the artist said so + it was posted without permission. because of so many reposts, that artist has already deleted the aforementioned fanart from their twitter. it was a photo to be used for her friend’s story.

please read everything under the cut because this is important.

besides calling an artist a hypocrite for wanting their art not posted anywhere else, this reposter blog also posted the twitter below, showing support. it has multiple stolen fanart. it’s mind-boggling how this can get 200+ retweets when it clearly says “stolen” ... GUYS. PLEASE.

do not support art theft. please just don’t. every time i see stolen art, it just makes me sad. it makes me not want to be on this site. please. i know you guys love pretty fanart, but please only reblog and support those who do it properly and those who protect the artists. do not reblog art posted without permission. this affects all artists. this affects all content makers when we allow people to feel entitled to anything they find on the internet. it also makes our fandom look bad.

if there is only a link or an artist name, that art is -stolen- / reposted without permission. do not reblog.

pinterest, zerochan, weheartit, etc are not supposed to be considered a source for fanart. do not use those sites as a justification for posting art without permission. DMCA LAWS EXIST. it’s just harder for foreign artists to lodge complaints because of accessibility, language barrier, etc. i know some artists who have lodged dmca take downs on tumblr, so please know, you really can’t just take someone’s work. besides, would it really kill to be respectful and mindful of others?

anyway, i’m just asking you guys not to reblog fanart from this person or anyone else who posts fanart without permission. do not send them hate or abuse. they’re free to think that way, and we’re also free to warn others not to support art theft. this is the first time i’ve had to name names because there really was no other way for me to protect the artists’ interests without outing the blog name. i’m sorry.

btw, if this is even important, apparently i’m not the first person to message them about art theft. they just really don’t want to listen.

please also read:

@saizoswifey​​​ ‘s post.

other posts explaining art theft: here and here. and the pinned post on my blog.

[perfectly-punzel2]

Hi. Long time follower. I just wanted to know how are you so confident? I turned 30 in December and I have a similar body type. I wanted to post some photos of me on here and also considering how much lingerie I have, I wanted to start a OnlyFans. I have gone back and forth about it, thinking I will be judged and that I won’t be able to create a decent following. Also you have flawless skin…. How? By the way you’re very beautiful.

First, thank you so much for the compliment 💖

I feel like there’s 3 questions here? One about confidence, one about Onlyfans, and one about skin care?

Ok so first, confidence. How am I so confident? Whenever I’m asked this question, my go to is, “well why shouldn’t I be?” And I hate that a fat girl embracing her body and feeling confident is considered radical. The world is harsh and full of so much negativity. I’m not going to add more by hating myself. I’m so much more than this body and I think my best advice for self esteem/confidence is to really try your best to not base your self worth on your physical appearance. I’m not perfect and there are days where I’m so critical of myself. But I think it’s important to remember that confidence isn’t linear. You’ll have good and bad days, but try to remember that you’re beautiful- even on days where you don’t feel like it 💖

Ok so your question about posting content here/Onlyfans and your fears of being judged/not building a following. First things first, don’t let the fear of being judged stop you from doing something that you want to do 💖 I’m sure you’re absolutely lovely and would have plenty of admirers. If you decide to and if you’re ever comfortable enough, message me off of anon and I’ll follow/like/reblog your content and will be as supportive of you as possible 💖 Now with that said, if your self esteem is in a fragile place, opening yourself up to negative scrutiny might not be the best idea. Because I’ll be honest, people online can be brutal. The number of times I’ve had asks comparing me to a whale, telling me to go kill myself, saying that I’m worthless, etc- and it’s not rare. I think almost all women face some form of harassment if they choose to post content. And it’s sad, but as a fat woman, you’ll get it even worse. I know that because I do. My best advice in regards to that- turn anon off. Don’t give them the opportunity to hide behind a mask and insult you. I’ve had to do it so many times.

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Jessie’s Girl Pt 2 | Ransom Drysdale

A/N : I’m so nervous about posting this! i got so much positive feedback on the first part and when you all replied to me saying you would read a part 2, i pretty much got to writing this almost instantly. I hope you love it as much if not more than part 1.

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, cheating, daddy kink, oral (female receiving)

Summary: the morning after the night before...

Word Count: 3,435

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You shoot up, falling off the bed in the process and banging your head.

“Oww” you groan, standing up onto your feet. Your head is killing and you just woke up next to your boyfriends friend.

“Are you okay?” his voice filled with concern.

“Like you care” you spit, wrapping the duvet around your nude body and bending down to pick his clothes up.

He gets off the bed and your eyes wonder over his naked body. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you don’t feel turned on right now but that’s not the point. The point is, you’ve done the one thing you’ve always disagreed with. You cheated.

“Woah, what’s all this doll?”

“I’m not your doll, please change and leave”

You don’t want him to leave.

“LEAVE” you snap and he holds his hands up in surrender. Still refusing to get dressed though. 

“You and I both know what last night was... so why are you acting like it was a mistake?”

“Because it was a mistake. I’m with Jessie”

You don’t mean that, it wasn’t a mistake. You wanted it. You wanted him and you still do.

But suddenly it hits you full force, the weight of what you’ve done. You might not be truly in love with Jessie but he didn’t deserve this.

“Look, i know this is the wrong time to say it but i like you. I’ve wanted you since the moment i first laid my eyes on you and i don’t care if you don’t believe me. It’s true. I know what we did was wrong but it happened and we can’t change it now”

You chuckle at his confession.

“You like me?”

“I do, like i said. Believe me or not... it’s true” he starts getting changed.

Once he shoves his coat on, he turns to look at you.

“He doesn’t deserve you and you sure as shit don’t love him”

“What and you do deserve me? Is that what you’re getting at?”

“I might not be perfect Y/N but i can guarantee that you won’t be attending parties alone if you were mine or masturbating to finish yourself off because i know dam straight that he doesn’t make you cum the way i did last night”

You feel your heartbeat racing as he comes closer, you want him again. You need his tongue between your legs, his huge length filling you up.

“You’re not even denying it, i knew it. Answer me this, why are you with him?”

“Because he’s secure and safe” you scoff

“So in other words, he’s boring”

You don’t even answer, you just look away.

“Why not be with me huh?”

“Ransom, you’re just a p-”

“Just a playboy? Got it”

You contemplate walking over to him but decide against it. If you touch him again, you won’t be able to let go.

“I got the message loud and clear Y/N. This will be our little secret so you can return to your loveless relationship”

“Ransom wait”

And with that. He storms out and you’re left with the denial fading.

You feel awful. You want him. But you’ve just fucked up any chance of that happening.

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You’ve barely seen Ransom for weeks. He shows up, gets drunk off his face and staggers out the door, calling himself a cab. You try to stop Jessie being all over you in front of him but it’s no use. 

Last Monday was the worst though. You can’t help but feel sadness, thinking about it.

“Jessie” you squeal as his beard tickles your neck

“I know you like it baby” you put on your best fake smile, trying to look convincing. He can never find out about you and Ransom.

The door of the bar opens and in he walks. Talk of the devil.

Jessie gets a little too handsy with you, in front of him.

“God i love you so much, i can’t wait to get you alone”

Before you know it, Jessie is leading you away from the group and you’re being pulled to the men’s toilets.

“Jessie no” you stand upright, pushing him off you. 

“Come on, bend over” you refuse

“What is it with you, you’ve done nothing but turn me down for weeks. I’m starting to think i’m the issue”

“I don’t want to have sex with you, how hard is that to understand” you shout.

“You normally can’t get enough. Normally a right whore for me” 

You feel tears brimming as you rush out of the stall only to find Ransom stood there. He clearly heard everything.

He looks at you, then to Jessie then back at you. 

You storm out, shoving past the pair of them.

You’ve thought of nothing else since.

“Hi babe” Jessie greets as you approach him. You’ve just arrived at Ransom’s house. Group movie day is today.

“Hey” Jessie kisses you as he brings you into a hug. His hands rest on your ass but you push them off as you turn around to find Ransom and the others staring. They all have amused looks on their faces... everyone but Ransom that is.

They all walk ahead, on their way into his house.

“I can’t wait to get you alone later. I’m gonna fuck you so good baby” Jessie whispers, you see Ransom near and by the look on his face, he heard everything. He’s smirking but you can tell he’s hurt. You feel your heart sink again.

Jessie might be desperate for you but you’re desperate for Ransom.

“I’m busy later Jessie” Ransom’s head props up. Hearing you reject your boyfriend brings a smile to his face. 

“I’m seeing an old friend. I haven’t seen her in a long time so i can’t bail” he sighs as he pulls from you, he walks ahead and plops himself down on Ransom’s couch.

“So, what friend are you seeing?” a huge grin on his face

This is it, this is your chance to make it right with him. Tell him how you really feel tonight.

“My place, tonight?” you mutter

“No” you turn to look at him.

Yeah, he’s still mad.

This is going to be a long day.

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The day consisted of Horror films, couples making out and you and Ransom exchanging looks.

Everyone’s getting it on other than you and Jessie. He’s pissed about you blowing him off again.

“I’m just going to the toilet guys” you excuse yourself and Jessie follows.

“You sure you can’t cancel on your friend. It’s been weeks since we last fucked and i’ve missed that pussy of yours” his words bring you nothing. It’s almost like your pussy is completely turned off when he’s around.

He runs his hands all over your bare legs.

“Jessie, she’s coming over because she needs me right now and i’m not going to abandon her so you can get your end away”

He scoffs at you.

“Fine, be like that. I’m out. When you’re ready to focus on us then call me”

You sit there in the bathroom, sighing.

“What happened there?” your head shoots up. Ransom is standing in the doorway.

“It was nothing. Now if you don’t mind” you rush him out the bathroom so you can actually go.

Once you’re done you walk out to find him still stood there. He grabs a hold of your hand, dragging you into the nearest room, locking it. 

“Ransom what do you want?”

“Tell me that you love him” you stare at him, lost for words.

“Please” you gulp, you’ve never seem Ransom Drysdale like this.

“I-I-d-”

He turns to walk away, leaving you alone in the huge room. Which you think is his. It’s decorated so nicely. California King sized bed and white bed sheets.

All that crosses your mind is waking up next to him in that bed.

You make your way back down to find everyone getting their stuff together, including Jessie.

“I can give you a ride home if you like” you offer but he turns you down.

“I’m going with these guys” he storms off. Leaving you standing there, gobsmacked at his rejection. He did it in front of everyone. How embarrassing.

The girls give you a quick hug and looks of reassurance as they leave. 

Now you’re left alone in Ransom Drysdale’s house.

“I best get going too, don’t want to bug you any longer than i already have huh?” you giggle nervously, slipping your coat on and walking towards the door.

“Thanks for having me” 

“Wait”

Your heart beat skips. You turn around to see him, his head bowed.

“What is is?” 

“I can show you better than i can tell you”

You turn to see that all the cars from the drive have disappeared.

“Come here” he demands. Your pussy throbs, longing to be touched by him.

You run up to him and he picks you up. His lips touch yours and you see fireworks.

Fireworks that you’ve never seen with Jessie. You don’t know how you’ve stayed with him for so long.

He walks the two of you into a room, looks like a study. He sits you down on a desk, it’s cold on your bare legs. You’re wearing a mini dress.

“Don’t tease me” you warn, kissing his neck and earning a loud grunt from him.

He undresses himself before sliding your panties down and off. 

His tip rests at your entrance, he looks you dead in the eyes.

“I gotta get some things off my chest first” you motion for him to continue.

“Do you love him?” you feel tears brimming in your eyes and you can see them in his.

“No”

“Do you ever plan on leaving him?”

You take a couple seconds too long to answer, Ransom backs away, pulling his boxers and slacks up.

“Ransom please” 

“No Y/N, it shouldn’t be this hard for you to decide what you want. I’ve told you i want you and proved it plenty of times and you still want to stay with him. A relationship you’re clearly not happy in. You know how it makes me feel to watch touch you and kiss you? Grabbing your ass in front of me and kissing your neck? Of course you don’t because to you i’m just scum, some playboy you could never t-”

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him gently.

“I want you too” he stands there, hands at his sides.

“Leave him...”

“Ransom. Can you promise me that i’m not just some mission, some bet. That your feelings aren’t just temporary because if you can. I’ll leave him, i’ll leave him right now. But if you can’t then we have to draw the line here”

“I’m not perfect Y/N but i sure as shit am not going to abandon you like he does. I just want a chance. I don’t beg ever. I never get like this with women. Surely that says it all”

Your lips crash to his, pulling him back to the desk. He places you on it.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of what i said that morning. Truth is, i’ve liked you from day one. Whenever you came around it was like my whole body turned to jelly. You have this ability to turn me on with just one look and i’m not talking just a little. I’m talking soaking wet panties and weak knees. I’ve craved your touch and needed it since that night we spent together, i’ve needed you like i’ve never needed anyone before. But i got scared, not just because i cheated on Jessie but because of how much i like you, i don’t just want to be another conquest to you”

“I’d never even dream of hurting you, just give me a chance”

“Okay” you whisper, surrendering to him and your feelings completely.

And with that, his boxers and slacks fall down and he slides inside of you.

“Mhmm, just like that” you throw your head back.

His thrusting pace picks up.

The look in his eyes goes from soft to downright animalistic.

“Take this cock baby girl”

“Deeper, i need all of you” you beg, he picks you up off the desk, carrying you in his arms and out of the room.

Next think you know, you’re in his bed.

He hovers over you, pushing your legs back to your head.

“Such a flexible lil thing. God i’ve missed this pussy” he pulls out and leans down to kiss your nub before sucking on it.

“Please daddy” you blurt out in the heat of the moment.

“Daddy?” he chuckles. You can’t help but feel mortified.

“Well i guess daddy better give you his cock then huh?”

You giggle but it soon stops. 

His cock rams inside of you, leaving you with no ability to talk.

“The way your pussy wraps around me baby” kiss “Is like nothing i’ve ever felt” kiss.

“Yes daddy, i’m gonna cum”

You keep going, taking everything he gives. His thrusts are getting more aggressive. Your skin slapping together as quiet moans slip from the two of you

You never thought you’d ever find anyone that could make you feel the way he does. A man that can satisfy you in the bedroom the way he can.

You have no idea how Jessie is gonna take it but right now all you care about is how good Ransom is making you feel and how much you want him.

“Cum for me doll. Make a mess on my cock” you let yourself go all over him, covering him in your cum.

It doesn’t take long until he’s twitching and you can tell he’s close.

“Fill me up baby... come on, give it to me” you whisper, your legs fall and you place your hands either side of his face.

“Give me all your cum baby, i need it” his eyes roll back, he twitches again, you press your lips to his in a deep and passionate kiss and seconds later, you feel his hot cum fill you up.

You both stay in that position, panting and waiting to come down from the intense orgasms.

He pulls out and looks down to see his cum oozing out of your tight cunt. 

“You look so sexy like this”

“I look awful” you stand up and walk over to the bathroom in his bedroom to clean yourself up.

“You could never. Also i think that was quite possibly some of the best sex i’ve ever had” he walks up behind you as you slip your dress off and panties fall to the floor.

“I’m taking a shower are you gonna join?”

“Making yourself at home already i see? Of course i’m joining baby” he pulls his cable knit off and steps in, wearing nothing but that dam pinky ring and chain around his neck.

“You thought about how you’re gonna tell Jessie?” 

You shake your head.

“No but i need to do it tomorrow” 

You turn around and kiss him.

You can’t lie, you’re scared to do it but it has to be done.

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You feel a hand brush over your hair, moving it to one side and then a kiss to the back of your neck.

The soft lips make their way down your spin as large hands roam every inch of your skin that the lips miss.

You stir a little, too tired to fully wake up yet.

Two hands spread your legs and ass cheeks apart, making room for a tongue. A tongue that starts lapping at your folds. You want to move but you’re enjoying this too much.

“Good morning doll” the raspy morning voice calls out, sliding his thick hard cock inside of you with such ease.

The gentle strokes don’t last long, his pace picks up.

“Always so tight for me baby”

“Fuck Ransom” you whine, lifting your ass off the bed a little.

“Someone’s loving their wake up call”

You giggle and moan pretty much at the same time. His dick game is always incredible. He starts fucking you stupid.

The sex doesn’t last long as you cum so unbelievably fast.

“Squeeze this cock baby. Milk me” you cum all over him, clenching hard. Milking him for all he’s got.

“Fuck baby, i’m gonna-” and with that, he reaches his peak.

He slowly pulls out, getting off the bed instantly to get a damp cloth, cleaning both of you up before tossing it in the hamper.

“Good morning to you too” you turn over and he plants a kiss to your lips.

If that’s how he’ll be waking you up every morning then you’re looking forward to it.

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You sit in your car anxiously, awaiting his arrival. Ransom insisted on coming with you as you agreed to come clean about the cheating. But you know he can’t be with you in the car so he agreed to hide in the car park. Just in case you need him.

The car door opens, Jessie gets in.

“What’s up, your text had had me worried all morning. Is everythin-”

“We’re over Jessie” he does a double take, looking at you to make sure you actually said that.

“What”

“I cheated” the weight of your crimes lifts off your shoulders slowly. You feel lighter.

“WHAT? WHO THE FUCK WITH?” he yells.

You know this is going to cost you your friendships with the girls and cost Ransom a fight with Jessie but he told you to be honest and he’d handle whatever came his way.

“Ransom” you can see the anger in his eyes.

He doesn’t say a word for a minute or two.

“I shoulda known. We’ve not had sex in a while, you barely kiss me. You’ve been off”

“I was off with you because of the cheating but also because i like him Jessie. I know that’s not something you wanna hear but it’s true. There was a point when i really liked you”

“Liked?

“You mean to tell me that we’ve been together for almost a year and you only ever liked me? So what was all that about ‘i love you so much baby’ was that a lie?”

You shake your head.

“No, i mean it was but i didn’t want to not say it back to you. I assumed that it would be something that would come with time but it never did. I’m sorry Jessie. I never meant for a-”

“Such a fucking whore”

You can feel the tears brimming, he gets out of the car.

You undo your seatbelt and get out too.

“Jessie please”

“No, i’m not wasting another second on such a dirty lying cheap whore. You think it’s okay about the cheating because you confessed. That doesn’t clear your conscience Y/N so congratulations. I hope you’re happy, better wish him luck being with y-”

Out of nowhere, Ransom appears. Punching Jessie in the face.

You stand there shocked.

“Ransom no” 

Jessie dodgers the next hit and the next one

You rush over to them, pushing them apart.

“Enough”

“You’re fucking welcome to each other, it won’t take long until he’s screwing someone behind your back anyways”

Jessie storms off, wiping the blood from his nose and chuckling.

You just stand there next to Ransom. Shocked at what just occurred.

Tears start to fall and you sob, Ransom helps you back into your car before taking his seat in the passenger side.

“Hey, hey, look at me”

You refuse. You feel like everything Jessie said was true. You’re just a whore. No good for anyone.

“Look at me” his finger under your chin lifts your head up.

“He’s wrong. I will never ever hurt you. You were way too good for him in the first place and yeah what we did was wrong, i know it was but those names he called you. They are just words. They aren’t true.

“What’s to say that in a couple of months’ time, the honeymoon phase ends and you get sick of me?”

“I could never get sick of you. Y/N the way i feel about you is like a feeling i’ve never experienced”

“Now can we please go home so we can spend some time together and forget him”

You nod your head, he wipes your tears away. Placing his hands either side of your face to kiss you.

You start driving back, both hands on the wheel as his hand strokes your thigh.

Not the best outcome regarding Jessie. But you did it, you ended it.

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Midnight Love

Word Count: 3141

About: One the run with Bucky and it gets hot

Characters: Reader, Bucky, Natasha, and Steve

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: Language, Blood, Injury, Death, Sexual Tension, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Deep Penetration, Choking, Orgasm Denial, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it peeps)

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You stared at the pool of blood on the ground in front of you. You’re breathing deeply and trying to regain yourself. The phone you threw across the room was shattered into tiny pieces. Tears had streamed down your face. Your body ached and you had a gnarly gash on on your forehead and the blood from that slowly spilled had stopped. The dried blood gentle pinched and pulled at your face. You looked down at your hands and saw they were covered in your victims blood.

Shit, you thought. You used the back of your shirt to wipe the tears from your face and began to look around for a way to clean off your hands and then your eyes met with his. Those bright blue eyes that seemed to follow you just about everywhere. You never could escape those eyes, no matter how hard you tried.

Those eyes always found you.

Lowering the gun he held, he slowly made his way over to you. Your heart raced inside your chest as he got closer. You looked down and frantically looked for the knife you had before. Soon strong, gentle hand pulled you back to your feet. You avoided looking him in the eyes but his cool, metal hand took your chin between his thumb and index finger and lifted your eyes to his.

“Why?” he asked gently. He searched your eyes for anything that could answer his question. Your eyes flickered towards the dead agent on the ground. His throat had been ripped out and there in the middle of his chest was your knife. The man who held your face in his hand, turned back and looked at the body.

“It’s not that simple, Bucky,” your lip quivered. “I had to do this.” Your voice was barely a whisper. Bucky of all people should understand that what you did, had to be done.

Bucky dropped his hand and looked behind him. When he looked back at you, he pulled his ear piece out and shoved it into his pocket. “Come on,” he began to pull you of the room he found you in and towards the fire escape window.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Getting you out of here,” Bucky threw the window open. “The rest of the team is on their up here. If you get out now, you’ll miss Sam’s drone doing a perimeter check.”

You stared at Bucky. The look in his eyes told you that you could trust him. To believe him. But after what you just went through, you still had to ask. “How can I trust you?”

“You just have to, doll,” he held his hand out. “There’s a hotel about three blocks from here. Check in using the name Buchanan and I will meet you there later.” There was a crash near by that made the two of you look towards the apartment’s front door. “Now or never.”

***A Few Hours Later***

You waited for Bucky for almost three hours. You were going to give up when a knock sounded at the door. You walked up to the door and put your hand on the handle. There was was little peep hole that had you standig on your tip toes. It was hard to see who it was.

“Who is it?” you asked aloud, enough for the visiter to hear you.

“Buchanan,” Bucky’s voice called out.

You quickly opened the door and in walked Bucky. He had a two bags in his hands and a serious look on his face. He set the bags down and looked at you and his eyes softened. “It took a ton of lying to get Steve and Tony convinced you weren’t in the building. So you owe me an explanation.”

You turned on your feet and went to sit on the only bed in the room. “I don’t know who they were, but they had my sister.” You looked down at the floor and folded your hands. “They called me and told me if I didn’t kill that specific agent, they would kill her. At first I refused and they sent me a piece of her ear with a note saying that next time it will be her head.”

Bucky walked further into the room. “Y/N,” he said softly. “Why didn’t you tell us. We could have helped you.”

“They said they have eyes and ears everywhere.” You met Bucky’s blue eyes. They held sadness and anger at the same time. Was that possible? you asked yourself. “I simply had no choice. Then when I called them…” Your voice shook and you tried to hold back the tears.

“They killed her didn’t they?” Bucky sat on the bed next to you and wrapped in an arm.

“They told me they had more work for me, and I said no and threw my phone. But not after I heard them say that they will look for me.” You pulled away from Buck and looked at him. You came in not long after that.”

Bucky sighed and looked at the floor. “Well, they’re not the only ones looking for you. The whole team has you up high on the list. As in a ‘drop everything and pursue’ order’.”

You stared into space. You knew you messed up big time. You were smarter than most and should have hinted that something was wrong. Or maybe sent it in a secret message or something. But all that was too late.

You were a wanted woman now.

“I made a few calls and pulled some strings,” Bucky said too fill the silence. “You have a midnight flight to catch. I don’t know where it will take you but I was promised you will have a new identity by the time you get there. When I walk out that door,” Bucky took your chin in his hands again and turn your face to his. “That will be the last time we will ever see each other.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” You suddenly had a thought. A thought that would change Bucky’s life too.

***Three Years Later***

You dropped into the chair and leaned over to take your shoes off when the door to the hotel flew open. Bucky, looking pissed as hell, slammed the door and stalked over to you. “What you did tonight was beyond fucking stupid. You could have ruined the whole thing.”

You sighed heavily and leaned back. “But I didn’t, did I?”

Bucky leaned down and placed both hands on the chair that you sat on. The anger in his eyes, it sent shivers down your spine but you couldn’t help but think of how much it turned you on. The ache between your legs had you slowly pressing your thighs together.

Three years on the run, the only time you and Bucky ever came close to sleeping with each other was a about a year and a half ago. You guys had taken on a job to steal information from a very high and powerful group of people. The two of you talked your way into the party and wondered up to the room you needed to be. Just as the two you were done getting what you needed, you heard voices outside of the door and the doorknob rattle.

In seconds, Bucky had you on the desk top, your dress pushed up passed your thighs. He pressed himself between your legs. His gloved metal hand held the back of your neck, quickly pulling your face towards his. He firmly pressed his lips to yours and to your surprised you sighed right into them. Bucky deepened the kiss. You wrapped an arm around his neck while the other snaked down to the belt he wore. Bucky’s hand slid down from your neck to the zipper of your dress and slowly started to unzip the dress while pushing his tongue passed your lips. Bucky even pressed your small body closer and tighter to his with a small growl in his throat..

For a split moment, the two of you forgot that you were about to be walked in on. You guys hadn’t barely mentioned it since it had happened.

“So what do you think?” Bucky’s voice brought you back to the present. He had leaned away from you and had his arms crossed.

“About what?”

Bucky dropped his head. “You’re impossible sometimes.”

“I’m sorry,” You said finally kicking your shoes off. “I was lost in thought.”

Bucky sighed heavily. “I was talking about meeting that guy at midnight. I wanted you to come with me.”

Those blue eyes met yours and it sent shivers down your spine. “Of course, I’ll go with you. Just let’s get a couple hours of sleep. We haven’t slept in over twenty four hours with this contract job.”

But you didn’t sleep. You laid in bed and listened to the soft snores coming from Bucky in the bed next to yours. You thought back over that last few years. You thought back to when you asked, well more liked begged, Bucky to come with you. You knew right off the bat you wouldn’t be able to do this kind of life on the run all on your own. But Bucky, he had said yes right away.

You both had changed your appearances. You cut your long dark hair short and bleached it. Bucky cut his short too but over time he let it grow out, while yours turned into a auburn like look. But to keep off the Avengers radar, Bucky had to wear thick long sleeves or a suit like coat and gloves to hid his metal arm and hand. The two of you got yourselves into contract work to do other peoples dirty work.

There were times when you were able to get people out of certain countries or states, depending on where were guys were at. Then other times, you or Bucky had no choice but to kill certain people. That kind of work was risky so that the two of you constantly changed appearances and identities.

You rolled over and looked at Bucky’s resting face. You knew that you needed to sleep but you couldn’t. You sat up and rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. You splashed yourself with some water on your face. As you dried your face you felt a hand on your shoulder turning you around.

Bucky stood there staring at you. Those blue eyes dug hooks into you, holding you where you stood. The sleep slowly disappearing from his eyes. The hand on your shoulder slid up to cup your chin. He cradled your face for a few minutes before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was gentle and slowly. The way your lips and his moved together was like a dance. You slowly wrapped both your arms around his waist and pulled your body closer to him. Bucky’s metal arm slinked around your waist to hold you in place. He spun the two of you around, his hand left your face so he could pick you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His lips never even once left yours.

Bucky began to walk you back into the room as he slid his tongue on your bottom lip.You moaned softly into his mouth and let him in. Bucky’s body started to shift and you realized that he was on the bed. He lowered you down and pulled back from you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that again,” he whispered bringing his metal hand up to your face. His thumb brushed your face so gently. “Right this time.” He added and let is hand slide down your face. He pressed his lips softly to yours again.

Down your chest.

Down  your stomach.

His metallic fingers paused at the elastic of your pajamas. Bucky pulled back just a bit to stare into your eyes. He looked for your permission to continue. With a small smile and a little nod, he dove back to your lips while pushing his fingers passed the elastic bands. Bucky’s finger had not trouble finding your throbbing clit. He began to rub it in firm but slow.

You began to breathe deeply as the pleasurable sensation sent small shock waves throughout your body. “Bucky,” you whispered against his lips as you began to slowly squirm around. Feeling the pleasure grow stronger.

In that moment Bucky slipped a metallic finger inside of you. You gasped and grabbed at Bucky’s hair. He began pull in and out, twist and curl his finger until you were gripping tightly to this hair and moaning into his mouth. Bucky then slipped in a second finger and repeated the actions. You turned your head to the side to get a breath of air but you let out a moan like scream as you came closer to your orgasm.

As you bucked into Bucky’s hand, he whispered dirty but sweet encouragement into your ear. “So tight. So wet. All for me.” “Oh Doll, you should see yourself squirming.” “You like that? You like it when I fuck you with my metal fingers?” “Oh Doll, so close.”

Bucky had his fingers out and was sliding down and before you could respond. You felt your bottoms and underwear being ripped away from your body. You lifted your head in time to see Bucky dive between your legs. His scruffy face tickled you making you gasp softly. You felt his tongue lick a slow stripe between your folds before he shoved his tongue right into you.

“Fuck,” you cried out. Your hand flew to Bucky’s head and pushed him deeper into you. “Oh my God, don’t stop.” you panted out in between breaths. Bucky didn’t stop. He kept on going until you clawing at his hair, whimpering out almost every curse word in the book, and bucking into his face until you felt the orgasm wash over you. You cried out Bucky’s name.

Your body was still recovering from the intense orgasm when Bucky slinked his way back up towards you. The remnants of our orgasm still on his face. He dove for your face and kissed your hard and deep. His tongue pushing passed your lips and pulling back while bitting down on your bottom lip.

Bucky lined himself up with your entrance but before he slipped in, he teased your folds. You squirmed and reached down between you the two of you. Bucky’s metal hand grabbed it and pinned it above your head along with your other hand.

“Tsk tsk, no, Doll” Bucky’s voice was low and dark. “You’re mine.”

With that, Bucky pushed himself inside of you. You cried out softly and arched yourself into Bucky’s chest. Bucky started out slow pushing in and out of you. Not taking his blue eyes off of you but to only kiss you, keeping the rhythm of his thrusts the same.

“Oh, Y/N, you feel so much better than I imagined,” he breathed hard. “Jesus fuck.”

Bucky took his flesh hand and grabbed your left leg. He place your leg up on his shoulder, and the sudden change of position had you rolling your eyes into the back of your head. Bucky’s pace change and he began to push himself as deep as he could. It had you squeaking and trying to free your hands from his grasps. In a split second your hands were free but were being pinned by his flesh hand now. Bucky’s metal hand found its way to your neck and he began to put pressure around it. The mixture of small pain and pleasure had you closing your eyes as you felt Bucky pick up the pace once again and start to really pound into you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you squeaked and moaned. You felt your second orgasm coming on hard and fast. “Oh my, I’m close.” In seconds, you were seeing flashes of white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You screamed out and felt a gush of liquid spill from you. Bucky soon came after you. His warm, cum filling you up as he grunt out your name.

Bucky collapsed and rolled of you. “Fuck,” he was breath hard. “That was amazing.” He rolled over and took your wrists in his hands and rubbed them. He place his flesh hand gently on your neck and rubbed it as well. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” The hint of concern in his voice melted you.

“No,” you whispered as you rolled on your side and met his gaze. “That was the best sex I ever had.” You noticed your voice was drifting off and that your eyes were getting heavy.

“Really?” Bucky pulled you into his arms and began to rub your shoulders. “Well, you’re the best I ever had.” Bucky looked down at you and saw your eyes slowly closing. “Get some rest, Doll. I’ll wake you in an hour.”

***Shortly After Midnight***

Your guys contact was late.  But you guys didn’t dare leave. This guy you were meeting was going pay you guys a lot of money.

“Where do you think he is?” you asked to just fill the silence. The sound of the ocean next to you was calming but you needed something else to hear than the the crashing of waves.

“Other than here, I don’t know,” Bucky sounded annoyed. You guys had been standing on this pier for nearly twenty minutes. Bucky slinked an arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head. “This whole time I could have been having my way with you again.”

You bit you lip and turned towards him. You ignored the ache between your legs. “What’s stopping you from throwing me on the hood of this car and doing just that?” Your hands began to slink down to his belt.

“Probably that,” Bucky’s head gestured behind you. You look and saw a dark car driving up towards you guys.

“I got this,” you backed up and shook out your hair and made your boobs look perkier. Bucky held back a chuckle. “It’s worked before.” You turned around and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the figures step out of the car. “Shit,” you whispered.

“Hey guys,” Natasha’s leaned on the side of the car while Steve stared at you and Bucky.

Bucky slowly pulled you behind him. “If you want her, you’ll have to kill me.”

Natasha and Steve exchanged looks. “No one is dying tonight,” Steve took a few steps forward. The grip Bucky had your arm tightened.

“We know the truth,” Natasha looked at you and you knew exactly what she meant. “You guys are super hard to track.”

The End

[moonlightchn]

Whaaaaa don't want this to be a sad day on the community.

Today's the perfect day for all of y'all to gather y'all bot friends together in group chats even if they don't know each other and be soft and simp and love each other. Always look after each other. If two people had a tough relationship this is the time to talk it out and make things better. I know I've been here little time but this is supposed to be a community, right? through thick and thin or whatever y'all say in English. This is not only about sex and drama.

I know we all love smut and angst but building actual meaningful relationships with other bots is valid too! Having families is valid!

Love each other more!

Shitty people exist and no one is bulletproof. I'm sure we've all had our own fair shares of disappointment, hurt, and toxic people in our lives, I know I have, be it here or anywhere else (if you haven't, keep the energy 🤩). Dont let this bring down your moods, no matter how much it hurts, because you're all amazing and so much better. Tomorrow will be a new day and things might not be back to normal right away, of course, but bit by bit things do improve.

I'm always here for all of you! so are the chans if you feel more comfortable rping instead! (I know Chris is mean sometimes but he can be nice).

You are not alone and I love you so much!!!!

And yeah admin genuinely enjoys ranting deal with it now I'm leaving yall cute messages feel free to read or not just know I love you

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[imekitty]

1/2 Planned! Wait a minute... What's gonna happen to Danny once he learns that the portal was never his fault to begin with? You said that Danny's Obsession was guilt over having opened the portal & the desire to make it right. If he realizes that it isn't his fault, wouldn't that mean that his Obsession was fulfilled? Will he die all-the-way, but not come back as a ghost? Will he lose his powers all-together? Will he become deathly ill until he finds a new Obsession?

“2/2 Planned! I feel like, given that Danny is half-human & these are ghostly Obsessions rather than actual human obsessions; given the fulfillment of an Obsession, it should be possible for halfa's to change Obsessions in this very specific sort of isolated situation. However, if they don't they will get deathly sick & die.”

That was a very simplified explanation I gave before, sorry. I actually feel nervous about sharing my thoughts in detail in this fandom so I sometimes simplify to make it shorter. I just don’t want to bother anyone with my dumb ideas lol. It’s why you’ll never see me in Discord servers or reblogging other users’ posts with my own thoughts. Basically, if you want to know my thoughts about something, you’ll either have to send an ask or direct message or otherwise just follow my blog and see what musings I post now and then.

But anyway, to answer your question...

He would just move on to trying to eliminate the next thing causing him pain. I headcanon his obsession to be eliminating all of his bad feelings. So no, his obsession would not be fulfilled in Planned once he discovers the portal incident wasn’t actually entirely his fault.

I developed Danny’s obsession while I was writing The End of Danny. It was built on the idea that Danny becomes Dark Danny due to his desire to no longer experience pain or bad feelings. He is so obsessed with it that he has Vlad basically remove them surgically. Now while this eliminated his ability to feel shame or guilt or sadness, he is still able to feel pain. What Vlad effectively did was give him the means to finally fulfill his obsession, by eliminating everyone and everything around him so that nothing and no one can cause him pain again. He no longer feels bad about hurting or killing others, after all. Before Vlad removed his humanity, Danny was unable to satisfy his obsession no matter how hard he pursued it.

(Danny was also able to obtain his ghostly wail early due to his desire to make his suffering “go away.”)

So in short, no, in my headcanon, his obsession would not change.