#like she is impatient . she is commanding . if she was only just nice idk i dont think shed be as memorable

[wingsmould]

starlow doesnt hate luigi he just gets on her nerves sometimes and tests her patience

[auncyen]

So, my thoughts on bd2 so far (still not done) are both spoilery and...a little salty, so under a cut they go.  I’ll get the good out of the way first.

BDII is pretty nice as a return to the brave/default battle system and asterisk system.  The controls are pretty fluid (once I realized I could press zr to unbrave in the middle of commands lol).  Music and visuals are both nice.  THE CHARACTER THEMES ARE DISTINCTIVE AGAIN (I still like BD1′s set the most, but in BD2 I can tell you which theme is which character’s and uh.  I wouldn’t be able to do that with b2nd’s).  “A Hectic Moment” is very fun.

And then like.  Both the story and parts of the game design are baffling to me.  I was not surprised by the prologue feeling dry because.  BD game.  Partially because it was a BD game I half-expected Sloan to defy his death flag parade and simply be forced to retire due to a wound or something similar but ok, he died.  And first chapter made me hopeful!  I don’t care at all for Orpheus (even as “love to hate” he just ends up kind of “meh”) and Anihal and Bernard felt a bit one note at first, but the twist with Castor where it seemed like his flaw was prejudice and then it was oh no backstabber was good.

The maniacal laughter kind of ruined it a bit, but still, good.  (On this note, Castor and ...pretty much every ch. 2 asterisk holder had me thinking for a while that the asterisks handed out by the woman might have been tampered with and were driving people nuts, but at this point, seems firmly not to be a case, Castor was ax-crazy on his own.  Okay.)  And a later flashback about Anihal and Bernard made me regret a bit that the latter had died.

But like also at this point I’m kind of concerned that there hasn’t been any inner party conflict.  Or like.........internal doubts.  Or anything.

Ch. 2 was initially a bit funny for everyone having The Accent but eventually I got properly into it and, yes, all three people grieving a lost child was pretty touching.

Screw those woods though and why is the institute set up like that??? I know this is an RPG but guys.  Guys.  they’re supposed to be brilliant at that institute, at least one person would have set up the bare minimum of a rope ladder so they didn’t have to deal with the nonsense in between floors.

And then there was Folie.  Folie’s dungeon is AMAZING.  Her job is good.

Her boss fight is utter bs when you’re punished for using two different mage jobs and the character in general is just.............idk.  I kind of preferred Mona’s death being accidental because it seems rather odd for someone like Folie who does not seem particularly attuned to others’ emotions to be like “ah yes, let me kill zis little girl and zen all of these people will be emotionally vulnerable for me to give zem my paintings” --yes, I also hated the accent.

I am of the opinion that there is no bad VA in this game (thus far) but goodness, the direction some of them were given.

Ch. 3 was interesting intrigue wise and the reveal with Adelle was GREAT but it also hinged very heavily on this being a BD game, since they made it obvious from the start of the chapter that, hmm, there’s something funny about her.  (Honestly my guess had been shapeshifting dragon, so I wasn’t quite surprised by her saving Martha, though I WAS a little surprised by Martha not SAVING HERSELF BY JUMPING AWAY BECAUSE SHE WAS A FREAKING DRAGOON.)  The party’s surprise at this is dealt with very quickly.  Elvis’ reaction is kind of cute but it also just...........seems to cement that there’s never going to be any inner-party conflict, and there doesn’t seem to be any internal character conflict either, so it’s kind of just.  Guys.  Pls.  Something interesting.

Coming back to world design: this religion feels so dumb and poorly-designed (Martha is in DIRECT CONTACT WITH THE LORD OF DRAGONS BUT ISN’T TRUSTED TO KNOW HIS WISHES???  THE FAIRY TRIALS ARE A ‘TRADITION’ BUT ALL THE DRAGONS ARE COOL WITH ADELLE???) and why is their holy hall full of crumbling walls and is, in fact, the only place I’ve found so far to “smash rock”?  Yes, it has been bugging me.

the highlight of ch. 4 was Lonsdale, because he might not be the most original character concept, but it was interesting to have an antagonist with morals who has a friendly drink with Seth and warning for him at the tavern.  (Also Seth’s piss-poor job at pretending to be just recovered from a cough for all of one sentence.  And, in my game, while wearing heavy armor.)  The low point was finding out how absolutely pointless Adam is.

It’s just....been very mixed and somewhat mediocre with the story, and lbr bd and b2nd both had issues with story too, but bd had an endearing cast that b2nd heavily borrowed from.  The BD2 warriors of light seem very obviously inspired by bd crew but Seth never grieves his lost crew or misses his hometown or shows any uncertainty about the question of him living again.  Gloria welcomes Elvis and Adelle easily even though they’re both clear about working in self-interest and there are never any trust issues even when Adelle’s concealed identity is revealed.

I’m not saying they should have had the exact same issues (esp since Gloria didn’t have any set up for mistrusting fairies) but they don’t have ANY issues.

I may now be at a point where Gloria does have an issue but it’s just kind of...1) there should have been at least a couple tell-tale hints about this sooner, it could have been as subtle as the king of Halcyonia gently suggesting she consider the marriages which would have painted him first as possibly evil, then as possibly just sexist or out-of-touch, and then finally you realize oh he knew and was hoping they could find other solution and trying to get her to consider a future that wasn’t dying (I think he knows.  or at least I hope because if they gotta do this every 200 years then Gloria????? who knows to pass this down????  were you gonna teach your traumatized companions the secrets of being a vestal-lite as you were dying? because you didn’t.) 2) it’s just kinda.  too late.  A part of me is checked out.  I know there is more and that the bd-style tweeest is finally starting, but this was the end of ch. 5 and both the main crew and story just haven’t been that interesting.  If this wasn’t a bd game and I hadn’t gotten impatient enough about wanting to know about one detail that I spoiled myself for it being a fake ending, there is a high chance that I would have watched the credits, gone “well, okay.  that was the game” and just set it aside.

And then maybe a few days later gone “wait they never explained the book was it buried in some request” because there is SO MUCH buried in requests and reloaded the game, but yeah.  I still wanna fill in the gaps of what I’m missing, but I’m probably going to be slowing my pace and I really doubt I’m going to be active in the fandom because none of the characters have really grabbed my interest that hard.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Brimstone

A/n: This is a commission for my girl @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife ....since it's spoopy season, I decided on a demon au! 😈 This will also function as the Jimin part of my KSC Halloween Project!

Summary: You’re lonely and frustrated, and you haven’t been able to meet a man to fulfill your needs...so one day you decide to see if a crossroads spell can answer your wishes - and instead of one man, you end up with three, Jongin, Jimin, and Taemin.

Warnings: don't read if you wanna go to heaven, the most filth I have ever written I am blushing and I don't blush, group sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration (wait triple penetration?), spanking, oral sex (male receiving), degradation, unprotected sex (they're demons but you should wrap it up irl), dirty talk, marking, choking, bondage, there's a little demon blood idk fam, I need Jesus, I cannot stress enough how filthy this is

Word Count: 2343 of absolute sin

When you buried a box with a lock of your hair in it at a crossroads, you weren't expecting much of anything to happen.

You were just tired of being lonely and....well, sexually frustrated.

Every man you met fell short somehow. Maybe you were too picky, but you hated the idea of settling for less.

So when you found a book at the library about witchcraft and getting your true desire...you figured: what have I got to lose?

So you drew the pentagram, buried the box with a black ribbon wrapped around your lock of hair, and....nothing happened.

You heave a deep sigh and hike back home, taking a shower to rid yourself of the sweat and dirt on your body from digging with your bare hands.

You fall in to bed naked, exhausted, drifting off to sleep in minutes.

You think you're dreaming at first, when you hear a low voice.

"So nice of her to leave the ribbon."

You feel a hand on your back, cool fingers sliding down your spine.

You struggle to open your eyes, but you feel stuck, almost paralyzed.

"Should I tie it around her pretty neck?" You hear a different voice, lilting, almost singsong, and a different, smaller hand on the nape of your neck.

"Now, now, Jiminie, she's new to this, and so is our recently fallen. Let's save that for later."

It's the first voice again, low and commanding. You could swear you heard a smirk in it.

"Maybe...her wrists?" It's yet another voice, a hesitant baritone.

You hear a deep chuckle. "Brilliant, Jongin. You're a quick study."

Your heart is thudding against your chest but you somehow don't feel afraid, knowing this is the result of your efforts.

Goosebumps are popping out along your skin, and you let out a little whimper when the hand on your neck presses down a bit, finally opening your eyes.

The hand loosens on your neck and a ridiculously handsome face comes into view as a man crouches down by your bed.

"Glad you're awake, sleeping beauty." He says in that lilting tone, giving you a bright smile.

You feel your wrists being tied behind your back, just above your ass, the silk of the ribbon slipping on your skin. It's a tight knot, one you couldn't wiggle out of if you tried.

You can't see all of the man with his dark eyes trained on your face, but he's shirtless, you can see his shoulders and collarbone.

"Who...who are you?" You manage, voice hoarse.

"I have a lot of names. We all do. You can call me Jimin, though. All my friends do, and we," he stops speaking to kiss your cheek, softly. "Are going to be very good friends."

"Shouldn't we sit her up? To introduce ourselves? We owe her that, yeah?"

It's the hesitant, sweet baritone again, and you try and turn your head but the hand (Jimin's, you assume) tightens again.

The commanding voice, the one you've come to think of as the ringleader, speaks again.

"Come now, Jongin. She's the one who owes us. But given that her gift summoned all three of us, something tells me she's ready to pay her debt."

The hand on your back moves, both hands flipping you over, almost gently, into a seated position, your back against the headboard.

You look up to see a bleached blonde with an eyebrow scar and a wicked smirk.

Your eyes dart around the room and you see another man, darker than the other two, taller, a bit wider across the chest, a dirty blonde with his long hair tied back in a ponytail.

The one called Jimin is still crouched beside you.

They're all naked, perfect specimens, with dancer's bodies, lithe and muscular without being bulky.

None of them are hard, not yet, but you can tell none of them are small by any stretch of the imagination, and you swallow hard before you speak, a little uncomfortable with your arms strained behind your back.

The blonde with the eyebrow scar licks his lips, still smirking at you. "Call me Taemin. Like what you see, pretty?"

You can't seem to make words, so you just nod.

Taemin loses his smile. "You should answer me when I'm speaking to you, pretty."

"Ye-yes," you stutter.

Quick, like a snake, his hand darts out to grab your chin tight. "Yes, what?"

He raises a scarred eyebrow and heat floods through your body.

"Yes, sir."

He smiles again and releases your chin.

"Better. Jongin, introduce yourself to the lady. Don't be rude."

The one with the ponytail steps forward, not meeting your eyes at first, gaze slowly moving up your body to your face.

"I'm Jongin. Forgive me, this is my first time."

"Your first....first time doing what?"

He blinks, eyes wide. "Corrupting a soul, of course."

"Corrupting-"

"Don't play dumb, pretty." Taemin says, a bit harshly. "You buried the box. Your energy summoned all three of us. You've been denying yourself. Denying your basic instincts."

He crawls up on the bed, hands smooth on your thighs, forcing them apart to look down at your sex with hungry eyes.

"You've been neglecting this pretty cunt." He finishes, and ducks his head to bite the soft flesh of your inner thigh, making you gasp.

"What a shame that is," Jimin murmurs in your ear, hand on the nape of your neck again.

"It does seem a shame," Jongin agrees, flushing a bit as he sits down on the bed, wrapping a hand around your thigh.

"What...what are you gonna do to me?" You stutter, and it's Taemin who answers, lifting his head from your skin.

"Why, everything you've ever dreamed, sweetheart."

It's matter of fact, and you feel yourself flood, wetter than you've ever been, and you let out a whimper.

Jimin bites at your shoulder gently. "Don't you worry, baby. We'll take care of you. The energy that summoned us tells us what you can handle, but if anything gets to be too much, just say the word...."

"What's... what's the word?" Your voice is shaking.

"Brimstone," Taemin says, lifting the corner of his mouth in a wicked smile.

Jongin is stroking your leg, from your ankle up to your knee and back again. "Are you ready, Y/n?"

You startle at the sound of your name, distracted by the three men touching you, Jimin with his mouth on your throat, hand tight on the nape of your neck, Taemin licking up your inner thigh.

"Ready as I'll ever be- ah!" You break off your sentence in a cry when Taemin forces your legs further apart and flattens his tongue against your clit.

You're surprised it isn't forked, but he moves it as if it is, like a snake hissing, and you arch your back against Jimin, who's shifted behind you, hands moving to your breasts, palms skating over your pebbled nipples.

Jimin has grown hard against you, pressing into your lower back, and he bites into your shoulder again, the slight pain only increasing the pleasure at your core.

You have your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a little surprised sound in the back of your throat when you feel a pair of pillowy lips on yours, a warm tongue in your mouth.

Your eyes fly open and it's Jongin kissing you, the line of his jaw unmistakable in your peripheral vision, and you can't help biting down on his lower lip when you come, trying to close your thighs, but Taemin's hands are tight on your skin, forcing them apart.

You taste sweetness on your tongue, followed by a tart iron, and it's unlike anything you've ever tasted.

Jongin jerks his head back, touching his lips, a smile spreading across his face. "Ah, naughty Jagi. It might not be so hard to corrupt you after all."

Jimin moans against your throat, rutting into you. "I can smell her, Taemin. She's ready, yeah?"

Taemin blows out a breath against your cunt, making you gasp in a breath.

"You incubi, always so impatient."

Jimin whines a bit, the sound shooting heat through you, and Jongin kisses you again, the bittersweet taste of his blood bursting on your taste buds, making your head feel light on your shoulders.

Taemin laps at you slowly, painfully slowly, and while you're still pulsing from your orgasm he shoves two fingers inside you, making you yelp into Jongin's mouth.

Taemin hums against your clit before mercifully lifting his head, pumping his long fingers in and out of you slowly.

"You're so tight, pretty. Jiminie, help me loosen her up, yeah?"

Jimin grunts against your shoulder and wedges his hand, fingers dancing along your spine.

Jongin tosses him something, and you're too blissed out to worry about it, with Taemin's eyes trained on yours as he drags his fingers across your gspot.

"Oh, oh fuck!"

You cry out as you feel Jimin's lubed fingers circling your asshole, and as if they'd planned this, that's when Taemin latches onto your clit, fingers never slowing, and Jongin drops his head to your breast to drag his teeth across your nipple.

Your arms are aching from how you're rocking back and forth, against Taemin's fingers and then Jimin's, your nerve endings on fire.

"Please," you whimper. "Please, please...."

Taemin chuckles against you, vibrating your clit. "I do love it when they beg. Are you ready for us, pretty?"

Jimin is scissoring his fingers inside you, and it burns but it feels so fucking good, and you whine again.

"I'm ready, I'm ready," you chant, barely able to focus.

Both Jimin and Taemin remove their fingers and you groan at how empty you feel, but then Jimin is lifting your hips and pressing the head of his cock against your asshole, and you let out a bark of pleasure.

Taemin moves off the bed to stand at your side, and Jongin takes his place, getting on his knees, and you're only able to appreciate the pretty curve of his cock for a moment before he angles up into your cunt, letting out a breathy moan.

It's unreal, how your whole body is aflame, and you guess they're demons for a reason but hell feels so sweet, Jimin's mouth on the back of your neck, and you're hanging your head until Taemin takes your chin in his hand firmly again and twists you to face him.

He's got his other hand on his cock, thicker than the two inside you, and you feel saliva filling your mouth as you watch him stroke himself.

"Baby needs something in her mouth, hyung," Jongin says, tone low, and you're surprised that it's him instead of Jimin who's said it.

Jimin is busy wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to restrict, but not enough that you can't speak, his tongue licking up the side of your neck to your earlobe.

Taemin releases your chin and forces two fingers in your mouth, and you can taste yourself on them. He presses against your tongue and teeth as you suck, moaning, and you gag, just a bit.

He gives you that wicked half smirk again and then takes the back of your head. You expect him to shove his cock in your mouth, but instead he ducks his head to kiss you, slow and deep, and when he pulls away he thumbs at your bottom lip.

Your mouth drops open obediently, your head fuzzy, pleasure rocketing up your spine as first Jimin, and then Jongin start to move.

Jimin bounces you on his cock, landing a resounding smack on your ass, while Jongin thrusts up into you, and your second orgasm is building so fast you think you might explode.

"Good girl. Pretty girl," Taemin praises, and taps the head of his cock on your tongue before shoving it in your mouth, hand gentle on the back of your head.

You're stuffed to the brim, your whole body quaking, and somehow the taste of Taemin in your mouth, salty and sweet, just like Jongin's mouth, sends you over the edge, and you're gushing, squirting all over Jongin and Jimin, crying out around Taemin's cock.

You manage to hollow your cheeks, cover your teeth while he fucks your mouth, and Jimin's hands on your hips and Jongin's on your shoulders as they fuck you is the only thing keeping you upright.

"Fucking Christ!" Jimin cries out, coming inside your ass, and it's so hot, like fire, spreading pleasure up your spine.

Taemin laughs again, low in his chest.

"No room for him here, Jiminie." He strokes your face, speaking to you low, almost conspiratorially. "I told you incubi were impatient."

You suck harder, staring up into his eyes and his smirk fades.

"You are a good girl," he moans, for the first time losing his composure, and it makes you proud, Jimin panting against your neck, Jongin letting loose these deep moans, spilling deep in your cunt, hot just like Jimin, your cunt pulsing around him to milk him in your aftershock.

Taemin is last, just as you'd imagined, and you swirl your tongue around him when he thrusts into your mouth deep enough to make you gag, make your eyes water.

His come tastes almost like bittersweet chocolate. You swallow every drop, sucking harder, and he groans and tugs your hair to pop your suction.

You're not sure if you black out or if from come is some kind of sedative, but you don't remember who carries you to the bath, or who washes your hair. You remember, vaguely, someone humming into your ear, a lullaby your mother had written for you, one only you should know.

You're tucked into bed, your hair towel dried, body aching, and you feel a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Did I...did I do well? Am I corrupted?" You slur, slipping into sleep.

You don't think you'll ever forget Taemin's low chuckle, the way he kisses your lips softly.

"Oh, pretty. Sweet girl. Rest now. We've only just begun."

[mfbakuhoe]

💕confession

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Levi x female!reader (ethnic or not lol)

summary: Team Levi, including Y/N and Ymir, visits Queen Historia Reiss in the inner wall Sina. While the three best friends Y/N, Ymir and Historia have a private chat, Y/N confesses her feelings towards the Captain to her friends.

warnings: angst! swearing

A/N: It’s not really a AU but Ymir wasn’t in team Levi so idk🙈 This is my first attempt on a fanfiction imagine thingy. Also english is not my first language so please don’t be too harsh on me. I’m always open for constructive criticism!

Enjoy!

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,,Gosh, Y/N! You don’t know how excited I am to see the three of us back together!”, Ymir flutet happily with her hands on the back of her head as the Levi squad walked down the long corridor into the palast.

,,You might be, but you’re never as excited as I am, slow ass snail”, Y/N smirked, walking faster than the rest off the squad almost running. She was way to excited to see her best friend after 2 months, for her to exhibit correct behavior inside of these noble walls. She didn’t care if she was going to get kicked out by the military police, as if they were going to do something anyway. She also didn’t care about the weird looks she might receive from the council members. All Y/N cared about at the moment was to see her soul sister Historia.

,,You really want to challenge me, huh? Just wait!”, Ymir responded running after Y/N.

,,Girls slow your roll, please! And watch out for the peop- whatever”, Mike sighed as he realized the two friends couldn’t care less and kept the race going.

Mike was leading the the Levi squad to the palace, since Captain Levi and Historia had to meet up earlier along with Commander Erwin and section Commander Hanji.

Since Levi wasn’t around, Y/N didn’t feel uncomfortable or scared to embarrass herself in front of him, due to her feelings that she couldn’t resist. This was one of the main reasons why Y/N needed her and her friends together, so she could pour her heart out to them. She was at the edge through many occurrences in her past, Levi adding salt to her emotional chaos didn’t make things easier for her.

,,FIRST! I WON!”, Y/N yelled as she pushed open big doors and bursted into the giant throne room. Without noticing a thing, Y/N leaped for joy and cheered for herself.

,,I TOLD YOU YMIR, you don’t have a chance...“ as she observed her surroundings, Y/N quickly went silent. As she scanned the room, she noticed her superiors and the council members staring at her suprised. She rested her eyes on the raven black haired man, leaning against a wall with crossed arms, focused on her with a monotone undefinable facial expression.

Y/N couldn’t dare to look into his eyes, for more than one second. Embarrassed, she dropped her head with a nice view on the floor while she felt heat rising up to her cheeks. If it wasn’t for her being so tan, she would’ve definitely been as red as a tomato. Thanks to her unknown ethnic background she was able keep her regular skin complexion.

Why did they held up the meeting in the throne room? Didn’t they say they wanted to keept it private? Then why not going into a separate room, so could wait in here and surprise Historia as soon as she comes in. Awesome now I embarrassed myself in front of Levi, in the very first second we saw each other.

It was silent for a second or two, but soon the silence was broken by a sweet voice filling the room.

,,Ymir? Y/N?“

Y/N head shot in the air, facing the direction of where the familiar voice came from.

,,Historia!“, Ymir said from the back as she run up to the small blonde girl with a heavy looking crown on her head and a, long expensive looking red gown. Laughing, she slung her arms around her and lifted her up.

,,Storia!“, Y/N shouted smiling as she followed Ymir, ignoring the event from earlier.

A few seconds later her soldier friends joined the reencounter, greeting and hugging her as well.

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,,I missed you so much! We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?“, Y/N started as she followed Historia to her room. The three decided to retract themselves from the others, just to catch up with each other again.

The room was ginormous. It seemed like there was enough room for the colossal titan.

,,Yeah we do, live as a queen is not as easy as it sounds“, Historia sighed while she took of her crown.

,,So fucking awesome!“, Ymir marveled and threw her slim body on the big bed next to the window. ,,So much more comfortable than the peaces of wood we have to sleep on. Let me move in with you Historia!“

,,I wish you guys could. Honestly. Live would definitely be more easy. Sometimes I really wish I could rewind the time, just to feel the annoyance due to Levi’s strictness. Or eat together with the Levi squad and watch Jean and Eren fight till Levi comes and knocks them out!“ Dreamy, Historia sat down on her bed next to Ymir who smiled and went along with her imagination.

,,Right! That was our first real encounter with Y/N. You remember? When Levi told her to clean up the horse stalls by herself, just because she backed us up and almost fought him, after we had taken the horses the night before without permission. And when we made fun about that short ass kicking two butts within 5 seconds!“, she reminisced.

A light smirk crept on Y/N’s face. She let her body slide down the bed scaffold and looked at her palms.

Yeah, there wouldn’t be the same bond between Historia, Ymir and me without Levi, right? Ugh, what is this man doing to me?

,,Y/N...are you alright? The whole past 2 weeks you seemed to zone out from time to time.“ There it was. Ymir’s worried voice. Once she put that on, you couldn’t tell her one lie and get away with it.

It wasn’t even worth trying so Y/N decided to just spit out what was on her mind the whole time.

,,I think I’m catching feelings.”

Silence. Silence of confusion.

,,What?“, Ymir asked unbeliving. Y/N calmly sat up and placed herself on the bed. She crossed her legs snd nervously played with her fingers.

,,You know you can tell us anything, right?”, Historia said in a soothing voice and placed her hand on Y/N’s knee. She let out a shaky breath, swiping a strand of hair behind her ear.

,,Of course I know! But I don’t know how.”, the tan girl muttered, drawing circles on the inside of her thick thigh.

,,Well, would you like to tell us, who you think you’re catching feelings for?“, Ymir digged deeper slightly impatient.

,,It’s Levi, isn’t it?“, the blue eyes perfection darted directly in the middle. Surprised Y/N gasped, sending a shocked look her way. She dropped her head staring at her lap, ashamed of hearing the truth spoken out loud.

,,Storia, we don’t have time for jokes now! Y/N obviously dislikes this 5 foot headass as much as he hates dust. That doesn’t make any sense. Am I right, Y/N?”, Ymir said amused, thinking Historia would be goofing around but as you kept silent, she soon realized that it wasn’t just a bad joke.

,,Wait what? Sorry sorry sorry, that’s just too funny!“, Ymir said bursting in laughter. She was rolling from side to side, curling up and holding her stomach.

,,No it’s not! Stop laughing and take her serious, Ymir!“, Historia hissed, sending a, rather cute than dangerous, death glare at the red freckles face.

,,Whew, I‘m really sorry, but how comes that a 5‘7 badass goddess like you likes a barely 5’3 Dwarf-Lookalike cleaning fairy?“, she managed to press out out of breath, wiping away a tear.

,,I‘ve seen the way you looked at him when we ate together. Or how you tried to be on your best behavior, whenever he came around, by keeping your goofiness down or being extra diligent. You stopped arguing with him, also tried to actively avoid eye contact with him, like you did earlier today. This is everything I noticed a few days, before I had to leave. I wanted to ask you before, if everything was alright between you and him but time went by so fast , I couldn’t get around to ask you“, Historia explained, ignoring Ymir‘s insensitive remark. Mesmerized Y/N and Ymir followed how she spoke.

,,It all started when they read the list of family and friends, who died while the Titan attack...”, Y/N began.

Flashback

3:23 in the morning. The mood was down. It was silent but the air was tensed. Y/N and her mates were aware, about what was going to happen next.

,,As soldiers and humans, we don’t only have to fight against Titans, we also have to fight against the grief and negativity, which catches us whenever we lose a strong soldier, friend and family.”, Erwin began his speech, making several heads drop.

,,As well as the last time, we lost parts our society, parts of humanity. But don’t forget, whoever of your loved ones left his life, is going to live inside of you” he continued. Then Mike switched places with Erwin and unrolled a sheet of paper.

The list.

Shaky Y/N closed her eyes, pressing the little charm she got from her adoptive parents, around her neck on her lips.

,,Please be alive, please be alive, please be ali-“, she thought as she almost went unconscious.

,,Greta Y/L/N, Manu Y/L/N...”

Like she got kicked in her stomach, Y/N ripped her eyes wide open and gasped for air. This couldn’t be true. No, it just couldn’t be! Uneasy she tried to grab hold to something as her she felt dizzy.

,,NO!” A painful long scream filled the room. A muffled voice tried to dig into her head telling her everything is going to be alright. It was Ymir, who tried to calm her friend dowm. Y/N felt arms snugging around her but she refused.

,,NO STOP DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”, she yelled again trying to escape that human puddle.

She looked around for a way out of there but only met pity full looks. Pushing herself through the crowd, Y/N reached the door out of that stuffy room on to the castle yard.

She kicked against trees and broke the door to the horse stalls, scaring the horses. Suddenly a strong force grabbed her by the arm, turned her around and pushed her against the castle wall.

,,Calm the fuck down, brat. Stop causing such a scene!“ a deep husky voice grunted demanding, but Y/N didn’t care. She was too mad and sad, too hurt and upset to calm down. There were so many emotions in her body she couldn’t arrange.

,,Don’t touch me! Get the fuck off me asshole! Leave me alone!“

,,I’m warning you”, Levi muttered throaty as he fixed her wrists on the top of her head.

His grey eyes pierced through Y/N’ soul. His eyes looked so beautiful, glistening due to the moonshine. Just like grey-blueish diamonds.

Y/N body lost tense as she broke down directly into the arms of her Captain. She sunk to her knees, sobbing into Levi‘s chest as he joined her on the floor.

,,You are a human with emotions, problems and obstacles. It’s okay to ask for help when needed. Don’t even think about pushing me away, Idiot. I‘m not one of you soft friends”, Levi mumbled against the wind in a stern monotone voice. But there was a difference this time. There was a slight sound of empathy. His semi tight arms around her, made her feel safe in this oh so cruel world.

,,Why is everybody leaving me? My biological parents left me on a random doorstep, my first real friend Mina Carolina. My adoptive parents just fucking died! What did I do to deserve this? All my loved ones leave me. I am alone in this fucked up world. Maybe I should end it here”, she weeped bitterly, the pain not to misshear.

,,Listen, Brat.” Levi gently grabbed Y/N upper arms and pushed her away from his torso so he could look at her beautiful, angelic face. Rubbing her red swollen eyes with the back of her hand, Y/N tried her best to control her sobs

,,I won’t pity you. But I will tell you that it’s only going to be better, if want it to be better. Self pity is not going to bring them back. All you can do is to live. Live for them and don’t you dare thinking about giving up ever again, idiot.”

,,But for now. Cry. Cry as much as you need to. Damming your pain is just going to increase your anger and self-hate. Let it all out. Don‘t forget. You’re a human. I’m here for you .I‘m not so quick to kill. Don’t forget that, Brat“, Levi said with the most monotonous voice Y/N heard him ever talk in but she knew he was just like that to keep some kind of distance.

Y/N giggled.

Never in her life, Y/N thought the person, who would understand her so well, give her the feeling of comfort and strength would be the person, who she thought she couldn’t get along with, argued the most and almost fought with. That short raven black haired man with the tough untouchable attitude, humanity’s strongest soldier was indeed humanity’s most valuable soldier.

Since that day, Levi regularly looked after Y/N, took care of her here and there and focused on her even more than before. He felt the need to protect her. To be there for her, without pushing her too much. Levi felt too invested in Y/N but she soon pushed him away, scared to catch feelings for him. All though before Y/N could loosen herself from her Captain, she already fell for him.

_____

,,I’m sorry that we failed as friends, Y/N“, Historia mumbled regretting while Ymir nodded.

,,You didn’t fail guys. I‘m happy that I told you”, Y/N sighed, sharing a weak smile. ,,Have you ever felt some kind of connection so strong, but you couldn’t tell if it was love or just being thankful? You want to get to know the person better, but you’re scared they don’t feel the same way about you as you feel about them? And as soon as you confess everything, they’re gone and you stand there heartbroken. I rather keep a distance relationship then a broken heart.“

,, I know exactly what it feels like Y/N“, Ymir began. ,,You want to be the reason for them to be happy and smile but you don’t want to take it so far, where you have to be scared of rejection. That’s when build that wall to protect ourselves. But you knows what I think you should do? I think you should tell him how yo feel about him. It’s the best you can do unless you want to suffer from the pain of never trying to get what you desire. Tell him beforeit is too late.”, Ymir mumbled sadly, eyeing Historia from the side, who was focused on Y/N.

,,Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should try it as soon as we go back today.“ Y/N said determined. ,,Thank you guys, I knew I needed to hab a talk with my best friends to arrange my thoughts.“

,,You know we love you and just want the best for you!“, Ymir smiled pinching her cheek.

,,Ow, stop that, dumbass!“, Y/N complained slapping her hand away.

,, Naw, c‘mere and let mommy give you a kiss!“, Ymir insisted.

,,I want a hug!“, Historia shouted happily as she threw herself on Y/N.

Laughing and giggling the girls forgot about humanity’s fate for a second and living just like normal girls.

In the back of her head Y/N knew she had to confess everything to her crush to have things straightened out with herself.

But little did she know, he was listening outside of the room the whole time.

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Trust

requested by anon: could you do a warren one where the reader has a super dangerous mutation that's fueled by their emotions, and warren helps them out with it and they fall in love? 

word count: 2.1K

warnings: reader and warren are like 18 y/o idk it just happened lmao, cussing, fluff heheheje, not proofread lmao

A/N: thanks for requesting ily! also i really like this like at first i didn’t know where it was going but now i really like it :))

“Hello, (Y/n). Welcome to the school for the gifted.”

“Doesn’t exactly feel like a gift.”

“It never does, at first.”

It had always felt like a curse. Being able to form fire in her own hands could’ve been an amazing skill. Being unable to control when it formed- that was the main issue. 

“Come along now, (Y/n). Let’s have a look at what we’re dealing with.”

Charles and Hank led her into the training gym and onto one of the mats in the center. Sitting on the mat was a boy, probably around her age. He seemed normal- besides the huge feathered wings on his back. 

“Warren, (Y/n). (Y/n), Warren. He’s fairly new here as well, but he’s had great experience with all sorts of mutations.”

“Hi- nice to meet you.”  The boy Warren stuck his hand out, expecting a handshake. 

“Hi, yeah. Can’t touch you- sorry.”

He nodded, taking a step back. 

Great, now I’ve scared him off, she thought. 

“Alright, well- can you show me what I’m working with here?”

“What do you mean- working with?”

He puffed up his wings, “I’m training you, going to be teaching you until you get a hang of whatever it is you do. Charles didn’t tell you?”

“No, he did not.” (Y/n) turned to look back, hoping to find Charles and request a different teacher (perhaps one who wasn’t so attractive and distracting?), only to find that he and Hank had already left.

“Show me.”

“I can’t do it on command. And how are you going to help me? You have wings, not flamethrowers for hands like me.”

“Flamethrowers for hands? The fuck does that mean? And how can you not control it? You’re 18! Get a grip on it.”

“Shut up! I’m trying my best!” As her words left her mouth, her hands were suddenly engulfed in flames. 

“Holy shit-”

“See? Flamethrowers for hands.”

Warren walked closer, inspecting her hands from a slight distance as to not get burned. “Can- can you throw the fire?”

“Yeah, not with great aim, but yeah.”

“Do it. Aim at the basketball hoop.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes before lifting a hand towards the hoop. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on launching the fire.

Warren tapped his foot, getting impatient. “Come on, already. Just do it.”

“Shut up, I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough.”

“Shut up!” (Y/n)’s eyes snapped back open as she shot backwards, hitting the mat. Fire rushed from her hand at such a speed she was literally thrown back. Looking up, she saw the net of the hoop was on fire.

“Put it out! Put it out!” 

Warren rushed over towards the hoop before turning around. “Fuck! I don’t have water- I should’ve gotten water!”

“How do you not have water when you asked me to shoot FIRE?”

“How are you unable to control your mutation when you’ve had it for SO long?”

“Shut up!” (Y/n) felt the flames grow hotter in her hands, slowing moving up to cover her forearms, slightly singeing her clothes. The flames didn’t hurt- felt more like a warm embrace around her. 

Warren ran out the gym, returning with a garden hose, spraying the hoop down. The flames were put out after a minute or so. Then Warren turned to (Y/n), hose still spewing water. 

“Can you put yourself out or do I have to?”

“What? Do not fucking spray me, I swear-”

Warren lifted the hose and ran towards her, spraying her completely. Her clothes were dripping wet by the time the fire was put out. 

“Warren. I swear to GOD.” (Y/n) felt her arms get warm again, despite having just been put out. 

“Woah, woah- okay, okay. Calm down!”

She stepped towards him. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do. You SPRAYED me!” 

Warren stepped back, holding the hose for support. “(Y/n), (Y/n)! It’s your emotions, okay? They fuel your power. If you can learn to control your temper, you’ll be able to control your mutation.”

The fires grew hotter. “Are you calling me emotional? Jesus Christ- anytime a woman gets upset, guys always call her “emotional” or “crazy” so don’t fucking-”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Trust me. Just calm your breathing and put out your arms. We can work with this.”

(Y/n) ran to Warren, making him run backwards before slipping in all the water the hose had sprayed. She took the hose from him, spraying her arms. (Y/n) took a seat on the floor in the water and closed her eyes to focus on her breathing. 

“What in the hell-”

“Raven! Hank! Hi- I have everything under control.”

Hank and Raven had managed to walk in at the perfect time. (Y/n)’s clothes were still smoking and water was everywhere. Everywhere. 

“Clean this up. Now. I’ll come back later to check in.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Warren ran back outside to finally turn off the hose. He walked it back to the yard and wrapped it up nice and pretty.  When he returned, (Y/n) was still seated on the wet floor. 

“You want to help me get some towels? Clean this place up?”

She nodded, moving to stand up. 

“Here.” Warren stuck out his hand, offering to help her up. 

(Y/n) laughed, “You really think that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah. I trust you.”

“Oh, o-okay.”

(Y/n) felt her heart jump. It had been so long since she’s actually been able to touch anyone. Hug anyone. Kiss anyone. She had always been too scared, the other person the same. But Warren- Warren trusted her. 

She took his hand and stood up. 

“I’m not on fire!”

He laughed, dropping her hand. “That’s a good start!”

The pair headed into the locker rooms, grabbing a shit ton of towels and a mop to dry the floor. 

Warren was busying mopping up the water while (Y/n) went behind him, getting the excess water he missed with a towel. 

“So.. how do you have so much experience with different mutations? You seem young.”

“I mean- I am young, but I spent a few years doing cage fights. Against other mutants, you know? I faced a lot of new mutations and learned a good bit along the way. Charles and Hank figured since I had seen more action than most kids here, I’d be able to help you.”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked-”

Warren stopped mopping to look back at her, “No- no, you’re fine. I’m open about it. I didn’t have a choice back then, but now I’m just happy that my years there can be some sort of use for good now.”

(Y/n) nodded, looking back down. “You did help, by the way. I’d never really noticed the whole emotions thing. It makes perfect sense though. The only times I’ve been able to produce flame is when I’m mad or embarrassed. Like one time in 8th grade I saw my friend kissing my crush and my hands just exploded into fire- it was awful.”

“She sounds like a bitch.”

“Oh yeah, totally. Dropped her real quick after that.”

Warren laughed, wringing out the mop after getting the last bit of water. 

Training with Warren had been going quite well. They had been working together for about a week now. Warren would try different tactics to get (Y/n) mad and have her work on calming herself down. 

“You need to be able to put yourself out first, then we’ll work on getting yourself mad so you can fight.”

She had developed a breathing routine to calm herself down. It had worked every time so far- just sometimes took longer than others. 

“Four in, four out.”

“One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.”

The fire in her hand was extinguished as her breathing slowed. 

“Good! That’s great! You’re killing it, (Y/n)!” Warren pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight. “I’m so proud!”

(Y/n)’s heart began to race as he pulled her close. Suddenly hands burst into flames, making her jump back. 

Warren looked down at her hands. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Fuck- no, you’re fine! I’m just-”

Warren shook his head. “No- um, we’ve done enough today, it’s fine. I should go anyways.” He walked quickly to the door, face burning (just like (Y/n)’s hands). 

“O-oh, okay. See you..later.” Warren was already out the door when she got the right words out. “Oh fuck me.”

After doing her breathing exercise, (Y/n) was able to calm the fires in her hands. She made her way back to her room, purposefully passing Warren’s on the way. She leaned up against his door, hoping to hear if he was inside. Nothing. Disappointed, she went to her room.

Warren was buried under his comforter, head squished into his pillow. 

“Knock, knock.”

“Go away, Scott.”

Scott pushed the door open, sad to see his friend curled up. 

“So she shut you down, huh?”

Warren rolled over to face him, kicking off the blanket. “No, I didn’t even get to ask her out like I wanted. But I understand her answer anyway.”

Scott sat down on the floor, looking up at him. “What does that mean?”

“I hugged her and her hands caught on fire. She only catches fire when she’s mad- meaning, she was mad that I hugged her because she doesn’t like me.”

“That is a lot of assuming. Why don’t you ask her out and see?”

“No! Then she would shut me down for real. And it’d be awkward- I mean, how can I train her when I know she doesn’t like me back, but I’m crazy about her?”

“Warren. She likes you. She totally likes you! Just ask her out. Trust me.”

“No.” 

Scott stood up, rolling his eyes (although Warren couldn’t see that through his glasses). “Fine, I’ll do it for you.”

“What? No you won’t.” 

Warren heard the door close, making him sit up quickly. “Scott?”

Scott was sprinting down the hallway towards (Y/n)’s room, looking behind him every couple seconds to make sure Warren wasn’t catching up. 

“Oh fuck me!” Warren jumped out of bed, running out of his room without even putting shoes on. 

“Scott! Stop!” 

Scott sped up, finally making it to the girls hallway. He reached her door, banging on it quickly. 

“Summers! I swear to god, I will KILL you!”

(Y/n) opened the door, “What? Oh- hey Scott, what’s-”

“No!” Warren tried to stop in front of her door, but his socks made him slip and collide with Scott, knocking them both to the floor. 

“What’s happening?” 

Warren stood up, pushing Scott down again. “Just forget whatever he said!”

(Y/n) furrowed her brows, “He didn’t say anything.”

“He didn’t?” Warren looked down at Scott, who was just now getting off the floor, “You didn’t?”

“Not yet- Warren wants wants to go out with you.”

“Shut up!” Warren pushed his wing into Scott’s chest, making him fall again. “No- I- I don’t! Just ignore him, he has- he has brain damage.”

(Y/n) nodded slowly, “This isn’t funny, okay? I don’t know what Jean told you, but going this far to tease me isn’t funny, so fuck off.” 

She slammed the door, quickly doing her breathing exercise before her hands caught fire. 

“Wait, what? (Y/n) open up. Please.”

She could hear Warren lean against her door. “No.”

“Please.”

“Is Scott still there?” 

Scott stood up, putting a hand on her door for support. “I’m here.”

Warren pushed him away. “Go away! Why are you still here?”

He scoffed, “For support, you ungrateful dickwad!”

Warren sighed, “Scott, please go. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, okay. Consider me gone.” Scott turned on his heel, leaving the girls hallway.

Warren knocked on her door. “It’s just me now.”

(Y/n) slowly opened the door. 

“I was never trying to tease you, I swear. I don’t know anything about you and Jean or whatever happened there- I-i did want to ask you out, b-but..”

“But what? You don’t like me anymore?”

“No! No! I really like you, it’s just- I hugged you today and you’re hands caught on fire and I thought you were mad because you didn’t like me and-”

“I like you.”

Warren’s mouth stopped working. He nodded slowly.

(Y/n) opened the door wider. “That’s what I was talking about- with Jean and everything. I told her I liked you and then she told Scott and then Scott showed up here-” she sighed, “felt like it might’ve been a prank or something, sorry.”

Warren shook his head, stepping into her room. “I really like you, (Y/n).”

His eyes flicked from her eyes to her lips. Warren moved closer, leaning into her. He pressed his lips against hers. She jumped back. 

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m on fire.”

“Are you-”

“I’m just shy and get embarrassed around you- that’s what happened earlier.”

“Oh! T-that makes sense, okay, yeah.” 

(Y/n) nodded, slowing her breathing to calm herself down.

“C-can I kiss you again?”

“You really think that’s a good idea?”

Warren shrugged, stepping closer. “I trust you.”

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Wicked Games  -  Two

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: Everyone in the world has a soulmate. And until they meet that soulmate, everyone in the world stops aging at 25. Wrongfully accused of a horrendous crime and on the run, you happen to bump into the man who’s been avoiding you for the past seventy-five years.

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Injuries (Minor), Confrontation???

Word Count: 3.5K

A/n: THE GEOGRAPHY OF BROOKLYN AND ALL SURROUNDING AREAS HAS BEEN CHANGED FOR THIS STORY!!! Bucky centric chapter kinda. Idk I like it.

MASTERLIST Previous Part

Recap:

You run away from the store with a few other people then take a hard right down a back lane, leaning against a building and trying to catch your breath. You shove off of the building after another moment and run deeper into the older part of town where many buildings are either abandoned or worth millions.

As you’re running you hear a sound that makes your stomach drop.

It gets closer and closer, far louder and scarier than the sirens.

They’ve let the dogs loose on you.

~*~

You don’t think you’ve ever ran this much in your life. 

Your legs aren’t hurting anymore, they’re numb. Your lungs have seemed to stop begging for oxygen and are making do with what little they’re getting. Your head is spinning and you feel like if you don’t stop soon you’ll pass out.

Pushing yourself farther, you come across the same little forested area that brought you to this town.

Not giving it a second thought, you run between the trees, looking desperately for somewhere to hide.

“She’s in the woods! Have units on the other side waiting! We cannot let her escape!” You shiver at that voice and run deeper, head snapping up as you hear something rather promising. 

The bubbling of a water body.

You follow the sound, growing anxious as you hear the dogs barking approaching. You reach the water and hesitate for a moment, glancing over your shoulder. 

As you see all the German Shepherds running towards you, you jump into the little river, surprised at how deep it is. You swim as fast as you can, breaking the surface and gasping for breath as one of the dogs jumps in after you. 

It’s teeth latch onto your right calf and you scream, water getting into your mouth and choking you.

You desperately try to kick it off, but it’s teeth stay stuck in your leg.

“We’ve got her!” A different man shouts. You begin apologizing to the dog in your head, then lift your other foot and kick it as hard as you can. It yelps and falls off of you, whimpering as it swims back to the shoreline. 

You pull yourself up on the other side and take a step, gasping as fiery pain licks up your entire right side. 

Leg giving out, you tumble to the ground, cursing and moaning in pain. Your eyes flash open as you see the dogs back in the water, swimming across quickly, the cops not too far behind. 

Gritting your teeth, you shove the pain away and force yourself to your feet, limp-running through the trees as fast as you can. 

As the barking and yelling starts up again, your adrenaline stops the pain from being as severe. You find your way into a grassy area, and a quick look around lets you know that this is someone’s backyard. 

You’re back in the fucking town.

Moving swiftly, you make your way through the streets, realizing you’re in the old neighbourhood where not many people live.

A large, nice-looking house catches your eye and you bit your bottom lip, an idea striking you. 

You peel off your soaked sweater and carefully take off your shoes, setting a trap. As you move up the street, you drop one shoe then throw the other through the window of an abandoned, run down house. 

Limping as fast as you can to the nice house, you tear off a piece of your shirt and stick it to a board on the abandoned house, dropping your sweater outside of it.

You move fast to the nice house, eventually making it there. You drop to your knees and crawl towards the back as you hear the dogs and cops down the street. 

Testing each and every window leading to the basement of the house, you almost cry as a window slides open silently. 

Being as careful, quick, and quiet as you can be, you climb through the window, your feet landing on the hard concrete floor of an unfinished basement.

Your right leg gives out for a second time and you bite back a sob at the pain, struggling to your feet to close the window.

You crawl through the basement, searching desperately for a first-aid kit. Just as you’re about to give up and bleed out all over some stranger’s basement, the familiar Red Cross looks down at you from upon a high shelving unit. 

It takes everything you have not to scream as you pull yourself to your feet to grab the kit, but once it’s safely in your grasp you collapse onto the floor again, only a few feet away from the furnace. 

Carefully, so very carefully, you peel the fabric of your pants away from your leg, whimpering with every brush against your wound. 

It’s dark in the basement, thankfully, because if there’d been light... you doubt you’d be able to stay conscious. 

Below your right knee is soaked. And not with the cold water of the river. It’s warm and sticky to the touch.

You take a shaky breath in and open the first aid kit. The bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide is heavy in your hands, and you dread using it. So much so that you think you’d rather let your leg get infected.

Pulling up your shirt, you stuff a wad of the fabric in your mouth while tipping the open bottle over your leg. 

Your leg spasms and you scream a little, tears streaming down your cheeks at the newfound pain of the wound being cleaned.

You use half the bottle, just to be safe, then start tightly wrapping your entire calf with gauze, using an ace bandage after the gauze has run out.

With the tightness of the gauze and bandages around your leg, the fiery pain has been reduced to a dull ache, an ache that you can certainly live with.

You pull your arms to your chest and let out a shaky breath, trying to control your emotions as you think about how the Hell you’re going to escape someone’s house without getting caught.

~*~

“Again?! We lost her again?! How the fuck does she keep getting away?!” Bucky snarls, slamming his fists down on his desk.

“Calm down, Buck!” Steve’s commanding voice yells, shoving his friend’s shoulder. 

“She’s smart. Clearly she knows what she’s doing, or at least has an idea of what she’s doing. There’s only so many abandoned buildings on your street. Your house is the only inhabited one, and I doubt she’d be stupid enough to go there anyway. You can keep your eyes open in a way that the rest of us can’t. We’re setting up a perimeter as we speak and a team is searching the woods.”

Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, the metal plates in his arm whirring softly as he tries to calm the fuck down.

“Steve, we were so fucking close. How, how does she keep getting away?” Steve sighs and sits on the brunet’s desk. 

“I don’t know. But I do know that there’s definitely a lot more to this case than we know. I looked into her family and her history. She’s basically an orphan at this point. Her mother and father both died in a car accident. Her older brother is working for NASA and hasn’t spoken to or about his little sister since their parents died five years ago. (Y/n) graduated from high school two years early with honours and got scholarships to basically any Ivy League schools. She had a hard time deciding but eventually chose to go to Princeton.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows at that. He figured you were smart, but not Ivy League smart.

“She was interested in Civil and Environmental Engineering, Evolutionary Biology, Sociology, and Soulmate Studies. Spent nearly a decade learning at Princeton, got 2 Ph.D’s and is on her way to her third.”

Bucky’s silent for a moment as he processes this. “So... Doctor (Y/l/n), huh? And no connections to anyone? Not even a best friend?”

Steve scratches the nape of his neck and sighs. “I talked to some of her co-workers. They all had generally the same story.”

“Which is what, exactly?” Bucky asks impatiently. 

“That Rumlow was against her having friends. They all essentially said that whenever he came in and saw her talking to any of her coworkers he’d have a fit. Some say she’d come to work the next day and have a hard time lifting things or would appear to be in pain when she moved.”

They’re both quiet. 

“So he was beating her, you think?” Steve shrugs, then sighs. “It would make sense as to why she called the cops. But I can’t confirm nor deny anything till we have her statement, which we will get.”

“So let’s try to create a hypothetical situation here,” Bucky begins, pacing the soundproof room slowly.

“Rumlow’s been beating (Y/n) for... their whole relationship. One day she snaps? Gets fed up and fights back harder than either of them thought?” Steve purses his lips. “Maybe Brock took it too far. I mean, any abuse is too much abuse, but what if it went beyond that? What if he wanted to do more than just hurt her.” 

Bucky freezes and turns to Steve. “You think... you think he tried to kill her? Why? Why would he even do that? They’ve been together for how many years?”

Steve sighs, “Three and a half. But I mean, maybe he was going off the rails a bit. Closer to the end there he was getting a little more antsy.”

“I think you’re grasping at straws here, Steve. When you get her statement then you can decide whose side you’re on, but until then she’s still a murderer. And she still needs to be brought in, no matter what may have happened.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “I realize that, I just don’t want to rule out the idea that it was self-defence.” Bucky nods, plopping down in the desk chair. “I’m not ruling out anything. Hell, I can’t rule out anything cause I’ve got nothing but fucking ideas to go off of.”

“But ideas are better than nothing. And we don’t have nothing. We have what her coworkers told us. We have the pictures of the crime scene. We have the autopsy, and we have... general knowledge of where (Y/n) is. I say we grab some coffees, grab the pictures of the crime scene and come up with a few plausible scenarios.”

Bucky feels his lips twitch upwards at the suggestion. 

“If you’re trying to bring back old memories to put me in a better mood... fuck you cause it’s working.” The two share a laugh and Steve stands up, shaking his arms out. 

“I’ll be back with the pictures and the coffee. You clear your desk of anything not related to this case. And maybe order a pizza or something. I have a feeling we’re gonna be here for a little while.” Bucky looks at his watch then nods. 

19:47 

“Yeah, You’re right. But I start working evenings tomorrow, so I’m going home to sleep no later than four, alright?” The captain salutes his friend then leaves the room to gather the supplies. 

Bucky orders the pizza then clears off his desk as Steve asked, trying to get himself into the correct mindset.

~

The crime scene photos are... interesting to say the least.

"The whole apartment is trashed. Like they were fighting in different rooms,” Steve notes around a mouthful of pepperoni pizza.

Bucky inspects the pictures carefully, the one from the bedroom holding his attention.

“Okay, give me a story for this one,” he says while pushing the picture in front of Steve.

“Well... blood on the bed... could be her period?” Bucky scrunches up his nose, not liking that possibility. “I’m no expert, but I don’t think women bleed that much.” He has a point, the white bed is soaked in bright red blood, much more than could be from menstruation. 

“Okay.... One of them is asleep on the bed and the other comes at them with a knife? Hits them but they don’t die. So person one with the knife picks up the pillow and tries to suffocate person two. Person two finds the knife, grabs it, and stabs person one somewhere then runs out of the room.” Steve points to the trail of blood leading out of the bedroom and Bucky nods.

“Person one follows person two out of the room and person two throws a vase at them. Person one tries to stab person two again with a shard of the vase but person two...” Steve trails off, trying to picture what could’ve gone on in the living room of the apartment. 

“Most of the vase shards are by the doorway to the bedroom except for one. And it’s bloody. So person two must’ve been stabbed a second time unless person two grabbed the shard and stabbed person one. Fuck, where are all those papers with the DNA tests? If we know whose blood is on which items it’ll be a shit ton easier to figure this out.” 

“Last I heard Pierce had the papers, and he wasn’t letting them go,” Steve informs. Bucky curses under his breath and takes another sip of his coffee. 

“Is he here tonight?” Steve’s eyes widen as he realizes what Bucky’s gonna try to do. 

“He’s working all week. Next Monday though he starts a four-day weekend. Has his granddaughters dance recital. So then it’ll be safe to get what you want.” Bucky groans and throws his empty coffee cup at the wall, frowning as the paper cup bounces to the floor.

“We could have things to go off of, but instead we’re stuck guessing. But that’s fine, it doesn’t matter. Back to business. I’m gonna read over the autopsy again and I’ll tell you what I hypothesized happened.”

Bucky picks up the document and starts reading thoroughly.

‘MANNER OF DEATH: Homicide.

CAUSE OF DEATH: Exsanguination due to multiple stab wounds. (trunk and lower extremities)

FINDINGS: 1. Generalized pallor and evidence of exsanguination. 2. Multiple stab and incised wounds of trunk, lower extremities with one (1) stab wound penetrating right back into chest cavity; two (2) stab wounds penetrating right thigh; and another single (1) stab wound at lateral right chest penetrating into right lung. 3. A few other minor blunt-force injuries of head and trunk.

LABORATORY RESULTS:

TOXICOLOGY:

1. Blood: a. Ethanol: 0.16 gm%. b. Drugs: Cocaine present at less than 0.1 ug/ml; cocaethylene present at 0.2 ug/ml; quantity not sufficient for further examination. Lysergic Acid present at 1296 ug/ml. Further examination required.

2. Urine: Positive for cocaine, cocaine metabolite (ecgonine methyl ester), and cocaethylene, with negative EMIT barbiturates screen.

3. Ocular fluid: Ethanol, 0.16 gm%.

Bucky puts the paper down and rubs his eyes for a moment. 

“Rumlow was on drugs?”

Steve looks up at that then snatches the papers away from Bucky, skimming over the words then raising his eyebrows. 

“Shit. He was. And not a small amount either, it seems. What the Hell... he didn’t do LSD... this is some other drug with Lysergic Acid. It has to be. But what the fuck drug would he be on? Especially when he had work that day.”

The two sit in silence, a bad feeling washing over them. “Was she ever involved in any Chemistry? Would she have been trying to develop a new drug and tested it on him?” Steve shakes his head, picking up a different file, one with your picture on the front of it.

“Nothing besides high school chemistry and a few labs for Biology. She never would’ve worked with this stuff.” Bucky groans deeply then picks up the autopsy again. “It says here that one of the stab wounds on his leg was one inch wide and half an inch deep. The knife we found at the apartment was two inches wide and six inches long. So I’m gonna guess that she stabbed him with a shard of the vase.”

Steve nods at that and sighs. “Well, what else?”

Bucky tosses the autopsy onto the desk and puts his face in his hands.

“Person one stabs person two in the bedroom. Person two stabs person one back. Person one tries to suffocate person two but person two gets away and throws the vase at person one. Person one grabs a shard and attacks person two. They fight physically for a while until one of them eventually gets stabbed twice in the chest, thus killing them.” Steve nibbles his bottom lip for a moment then shakes his head. “This would be so much easier if we knew what her injuries were... are. Because she couldn’t have possible escaped unscathed. Hell, I’m kinda surprised she escaped at all.” Bucky nods, grabbing another piece of pizza and starting to read a different paper, hoping it’ll give him any evidence he needs to move further with this case.

~

Bucky heads home at three, having a hard time keeping his eyes open after over 36 hours of non-stop working. 

He unlocks the door to his house and pushes inside, closing and locking the door behind himself then walking to the couch. He plops down and closes his eyes, tempted to fall asleep in his uniform right then and there.

Slowly he opens his eyes, something about his home not feeling right. 

Taking a deep breath, he furrows his brows. 

It smells like chemicals. 

Instinctively he grabs his gun, switching off the safety and moving silently around the main floor of his house. 

His heart is beating quickly in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. 

He moves to search the second floor, eyes alert and looking for anything that may be out of place. Every single room he searches is empty and the exact same as he left if before leaving for work whichever day he left.

That leaves only the basement.

~*~

A door squeaking wakes you from your light sleep and you open your eyes, fear filling you as you hear someone take slow steps down the stairs. 

Pushing yourself to your feet, you move as far away from the stairs as you can get, finding yourself cornered by a locked window.

It takes you a moment to work up the courage to try the lock and when you do, you thank your lucky stars.

It slides silently out of place, the window pushing out with a soft ‘pop’. You bounce a few times to gain momentum and right as you’re about to jump, a booming voice shouts at you.

“Hey! Get the fuck down from there, raise your arms above your head!” 

The voice makes you shiver and you slowly raise your arms, head falling down in defeat.

“Turn around slowly. Keep your hands up.” You do as he demands, your right leg burning. 

“Lift your head up.” You reluctantly do so, your breath leaving you as you see the man.

You focus on his gun for a moment then move to his face, hating him immediately.

He’s absolutely gorgeous. Deep, enticing icy blue eyes; a jaw carved by Michelangelo himself, which is covered in a scruffy beard; brown hair falling out of a man bun and framing his perfect face.

Fuck this attractive man for pointing a gun at your chest. Fuck him for looking like a fucking Adonis while wearing a godforsaken police uniform. Fuck yourself for choosing his house to hide in.

You can’t think of anything else, your world blurring and spinning due to anxiety and blood loss. You drop your arms despite his words and try to steady yourself. It’s no use, however, because in an instant you’re falling to the ground and the world is going black.

~*~

Bucky stares in shock as you lie unmoving on the ground, your chest moving steadily but your eyes closed.

He puts his gun away against his better judgement and pushes your hair out of your face, staring at you for a few more moments.

You’re absolutely breathtaking. So much more beautiful than the pictures he’s seen. And you're right here. The last, biggest piece of this puzzle is in his basement. 

But for some dumb reason, he doesn’t want to turn you in just yet. A selfish part of him wants to hear your side of things before he brings you to the station where you’ll be questioned and treated like garbage. As far as the majority of the station is concerned, you’re a coldhearted killer. Your fate is sealed there.

He slaps your face twice lightly, looking for any kind of twitch. When he doesn’t see any he scoops you up in his arms and walks upstairs. He puts you into the bathtub and cuffs your hands behind your back, his eyes finding the wound on your calf. 

He reaches for it instinctively, wanting to make it better, then rips his hand back. He stares at his own hands in shock and disgust before getting up and walking out of the bathroom, locking the door on the way out.

He heads upstairs and closes and locks his door, desperate for a shower and a chance to clear his mind.

Kicking off his boots, pants, and utility belt, he starts calming down a bit. Making sure to lock his gun away and bringing the key into the bathroom with him. 

He turns the water on hot and lets it run for a few moments, undressing all the way then stepping under the water and letting it soothe his muscles. A soft groan leaves his mouth, and he can’t help but think about you. 

His mind conjures up the image of you, shirt clinging to your body after your swim earlier, showcasing curves that weren’t documented in any file. He hisses at himself and shakes his head hard, trying to shake the thoughts of you away.

He finishes his shower quickly, feeling more relaxed than he would’ve thought, and gets changed into some sweats and a tight black t-shirt. He lies down on the bed and takes a deep breath, body and mind ready for at least a few hours of sleep before he goes and deals with the stressful issue in the bathroom.

The problem that seems to be occupying his thoughts in a way he really didn't think was possible.

~*~

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[princessvicky01]

from the Settings prompt list - I couldn't quite see how anything from the other two lists might fit, but how about 'garnet' and 'marketplace'?

Thank you @not-plaidweave for the prompt! Its nice to have a random one like this to just sit down and write free flow!  

For @dadrunkwriting - SFW- Short one shot of Cullen X Annabel set post trespasser on their way to meet the Trevelyans for the first time! 

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Kirkwall’s finest

If it’s too bloody hot for her, then Cullen must be blistering. Puffing damp hair out of her eyes Annabel goes to suggest they leave. Surely the smell in the room at the hanged man can’t be any worse than the marketplace right now? The taint of old fish is somehow mixing with old sweat from hundreds of Kirkwall’s finest citizens to make something beyond unpleasant. Only when she goes to look at him, he’s nowhere to be seen.

Odd. He wasn’t exactly the most inconspicuous of men, and yet as she turns on the spot she finds herself very much alone. Or almost.

“Jim, where’s Cullen?” she asks, absently mindedly rubbing at the joining of her prosthetic hand which is becoming increasingly annoying in the heat. Maker, what she wouldn’t give for the tiny wisp of a breeze right now! This unrelenting humidity is threatening to drive her insane and she’s certain no one wants to experience that.

“He’s not gone far, Inquisitor,” reports the officer in a manner that has blatantly been rehearsed a hundred times in his head, and one which she is not remotely going to fall for.

“And which direction is that?”

“I couldn’t say, Inquisitor.”

“Couldn’t, or won’t,” she narrows her eyes slightly, suspicions growing as the man shifts on the spot. Jim, for all his lack of acting skills, does at least remain loyal to whatever promise he’s made to his commanding officer and keeps his mouth shut. Glowering lightly she stands on tiptoes, but it’s no use in the bustle of the market. “Guess I’ll have to wonder the back alleys searching for him then,” she mock sighs while settling back down on her heels. “I mean, it’s only Kirkwall, right? How dangerous can it be?”

“Er… No… er, I don’t. The Commander said I was to keep you safe, Inquisitor,” Jim looks away unable to meet her eye, but still steps closer out of precaution.

“Then you best either ready your sword or show me where he went, hadn’t you?”

With a reluctant last glance around, Jim finally nods.

Spying her husband once there is a clear line of sight isn’t tricky, broad, sculpted shoulders make him a prominent figure wherever he went, not to mention the nestle of curls he bears, turned wheaten gold by the sun as it continues its onslaught from above. She takes a moment to admire him through the gaps in the crowd, noting how he rubs at his neck, his bare forearms starting to lightly freckle in the sun.  Hints of raw muscle can be seen rippling across his back as he performs a series of bashful gestures, she also catches patches of his shirt darkened by sweat. Hmmm… he really should take that off....

Slipping over she wraps an arm around his waist. “Buying me a secret present, dear husband, how very thoughtful,” she hums which sees him clamp is hand tight around the goods and almost jump clear out of his skin.

“Maker’s breath! Annabel - I thought,” he glances over his shoulder to the officer who is looking every which way but at them. “I thought you were looking at fabrics, I… I wanted it to be a surprise…”

Guilt tugs at her core as his eyes drop. She has a bizarre relationship with surprises, never quite sure if she adored or loathed them. But one thing is certain, and that’s when coming from Cullen a surprise was always sweet and heartfelt. Meant for a meaningful moment. A moment she has spoiled with her impatience.

“I was… But it’s just so damn hot… I didn’t mean to ruin anything,” her voice softens at that, squeezing him slightly, but his body remains still stiff under her touch. “Like I said, it’s hot... and why, Maker, please tell me, does it smell like fish even though the dock is all the way over there? Hmm?” 

That at least manages to crack a smile on his lips.

“This is Kirkwall, just be grateful it doesn’t smell like blood and brimstone,” his amber hues dance her way before the shopkeep keenly clears her throat.

“Yes, of course, apologies,” he hands over some coin and goes to tuck the small pouch in his hand away, but pauses. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he murmurs softly, turning to her now with the sun overhead, casting perfect shadows of his brows which do nothing to dampen the amber of in his eyes. “Turn around.”

For once she does as instructed without complaint, or hesitation, keen to put whatever tension she had caused as far from him as possible. The cold touch of a gemstone hits the hollow of her throat to make her gasp mildly before it slips further down, the pendant bobbing as the dainty chain holds firm.

“I was going to give this to you for the celebration your family had planned, to go with the dress you brought with you...”

Lifting up the gem to the light she catches it sparkle in a rainbow of red that blossoms warmth in her chest. The garnet is an excellent match to the rich red of her favourite gown, and she can scarcely believe he’s managed to find such a thing amidst the chaos of so many stalls.

“Cullen, I…. It’s beautiful…” her fingertips take in its subtle ridges as she ruminates on the way it sparkles, unique, every which way she turns it. “It’s...more than beautiful, its perfect… how did you…” she lets her astonished words fade as he reaches round to kiss her cheek.

“No, it’s only perfect now it’s on you,” he murmurs.

With a little chuckle, she turns around in his embrace until she’s able to hook both her arms up around his neck and let his naturally rest around her waist. Tiptoeing up Annabel places a kiss to his lips, flavoured with sweet honey mead and even sweeter tenderness.

“No,” she murmurs against them, dropping her tone for his ears alone. “It will look perfect when it’s the only thing on me...“

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Idk what that was, random writing one shot! Apologies, call it trying to find my muse XD But if you did enjoy it, likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome

[dotshiiki]

heyyy! idk if u remember but about a week ago an anon, me😂, messaged you saying i was on chapter 8 of the curse of lethe. i just finished it and i absolutely loved it!! it took me a while to finish because of school but it was amazing! i was wondering if you can make another part where percy pops the question and him and annabeth and all their friends plan the wedding and they have twins, a boy and girl!! that would be adorable and ik you would write something amazing. thank you so much!!

Hey! Thank you so much for that comment it was so nice and I’m really stoked you liked the whole fic! I did the proposal fic before here, but here’s some twin-baby!fic for you (it kind of came out only loosely related to the CoL-verse, but hope it sorta fits anyway). I’ll have to think more on the wedding planning stuff–put a pin in that, and I’ll get back to it another day. And sorry this is all rushed and a bit of a late reply, I just got back to work after being on holiday and I’m also moving in a few weeks plus I have too many WIPs but yeah. Enjoy!

‘How about Felix?’ Percy says. 'Piper said it means “lucky.”’ He runs his hands over the curve of Annabeth’s belly, which is expanding rapidly by the day. Sometimes she thinks it’s a bit alarming, the rate at which her son or daughter is growing. If this is the size of her at three months, what is she going to look like at six, or even nine?

(Piper, with the smug superiority of someone who’s been there, done that, laughs and says it’s normal, but that’s easy for her to say. Annabeth swears Piper was nowhere near as big when she was carrying her son. Then again, that could just be a gift from Aphrodite.)

Percy loves it, though. He can’t seem to keep his hands of her burgeoning belly, whispering to it and trying on two dozen names a day for size. She’s never seen him this excited, not even when he and Tyson built that underwater theme park for Estelle.

'She could be Felicity,’ Annabeth counters.

Percy makes a face. 'Another girls’ name?’

'Well, you keep coming up with boys’ names. We don’t know that he’s a boy.’

'I think he is.’

Annabeth makes an impatient noise in the back of her throat. 'We ought to be prepared for both eventualities,’ she reminds him. 'At least until we get the ultrasound.’ She looks at her watch, then at the door to Will’s office. There’s a carving of Eileithyia below the name plate that says Dr Solace, OB-GYN. It’s certainly appropriate—you definitely want the goddess of childbirth on your side when you’re expecting—but it makes Annabeth a little uneasy. Eileithyia also delivers rebirthed souls, fresh from the Lethe, into new babies sometimes.

Annabeth’s had more than enough to do with the Curse of Lethe to last ten lifetimes.

'Asher?’ Percy suggests.

She gives him a look and pushes his hands off her stomach. 'Why are you so dead set on having a boy, anyway? What’s wrong with girls?’

Percy winces at her tone. 'Nothing. Girls are perfect. Girls are amazing. I love girls. I mean—’

'Honestly, Seaweed Brain …’

'I love this girl,’ he amends, pushing one loose curl behind her ear. 'It’s just …’ He bites his lip and mumbles something.

'What?’

'What if I screw up, with a girl? I mean, look at how much I messed up with you, and I put my mom through hell over the years, and—well, at least with a boy, I sorta know what to expect.’

'Oh, Percy.’ She swallows through the lump in her throat. She can’t deny that the last twenty years of loving him has been painful. Her heart’s pretty much been put through the wringer by now, what with crazy quests and deadly prophecies and vengeful monsters … but none of that was ever Percy’s fault, and they both know it.

Well, most of the time he knows it. But expecting a baby tends to bring up a lot of past insecurities. Annabeth herself can’t quite shake the nightmares about things going wrong, being unable to protect this tiny seed of life blossoming inside her, that old, persistent phobia of never being good enough.

But she knows that even with all the tears and heartache, she’d do it all over again as long as it means she gets to have Percy with her forever. And it will be the same, whatever their future with this new baby brings.

She links her hand through Percy’s so that the twin wedding bands on their fingers interlock—each with half an infinity symbol that forms the full thing when they connect. 'We’re going to be fine, Percy.’ She rests both their hands over her belly. ’They’re going to be fine, whichever one they are. Because whatever crap we messed up, you and I, we always picked up the pieces and put them back together.’

As if to back her up, their baby stirs inside her, pressing up against the wall of her abdomen. Percy’s eyes widen a little.

'See?’ she says. 'They agree with me.’ Gods, she loves the kid already.

'Smart kid.’ Percy bends forward and whispers conspiratorially, 'Never bet against your mom, okay?’

The door opens and Will’s head pops out. 'Annabeth, Percy—come on in.’

Percy holds her hand as Will sets up the ultrasound. His eyes are shining as he stares at the blobby shapes forming on the computer screen. Will runs the ultrasound transducer over her skin, and there it is—the spindly limbs, the round head of their child.

'Wow,’ Percy breathes. 'Oh wow.’

'Looking good,’ Will says. 'Now let’s see—’ He moves the transducer.

Annabeth’s heart nearly stops when another round head comes into view.

'What’s that?’ Percy demands. 'Is that … oh gods, something’s wrong, isn’ it? Why does he have two heads?’

Will laughs. 'Well, it’s unexpected, I’ll give you that. But no, nothing’s wrong.’ He removes the transducer and types a few commands into his ultrasound computer. The image zooms out. This time, the picture shows clearly two heads, but also two tiny bodies curled together, like the two halves of her infinity wedding band.

Twins.

'Congratulations,’ Will says, pointing just below the umbilical cord connecting her two—two—babies. One of them has an extra appendage there; the other doesn’t. 'A boy and a girl.’

Well. She said they should plan for either eventuality, but she’d kind of failed to plan for this possibility. The Fates still had a hidden card up their sleeves after all.

'I guess we’ll need both names after all,’ she says faintly.

Percy kisses her. 'I guess we do.’

[writingwife-83]

Exciting!!! How about a T rated version of 17? :) Thank you!!

From this prompt list- https://writingwife-83.tumblr.com/post/164059902833/another-kiss-meme

17. Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away

Ok so I feel like I kind of tweaked this a bit. The whole “slowly peeled away” part…yeah I changed that lol. Idk, this scenario was just the first thing that came to my mind when I looked at that prompt, so hopely you enjoy it despite the fact that what I wrote is probably different pacing than the prompt actually calls for. *shrug* I went with the inspiration haha! 

Welcome Home

Sherlock barely saw it coming. The second he’d walked into the flat, Molly collided with him at enough speed to shove him backward against the door he’d just shut.

“Molly, you’re still up- mmph!”

His words were drowned instantly as she grasped his face between her palms and lifted up on tiptoes to passionately consume his mouth. He was actually a bit dazed by the time she pulled away.

“Hi,” she breathed out, eyes roving excitedly over his face.

“Well…hello,” Sherlock answered with a little chuckle.

“You were gone so long,” she groaned through clenched teeth, running her palms firmly over his shoulders, chest, and arms as if she were trying to get every bit of what she’d been missing so desperately.

“Yes, it was an incredibly long and taxing week, and I’m relieved to be home now that the case is solved,” he said with a weary little sigh. “And I’ve also been in the air for almost eight hours, so I desperately need to wash up.”

Molly’s eyes lit up even brighter as she took his hand and dragged him, almost too hastily for him to kick his shoes off.

“Oh you’re right, you should have a nice hot shower!” She practically skipped into the bathroom, pulling him in before shutting the door and then turning on the tap.

“Darling, no need to worry about me. I’ll be fine,” Sherlock said kindly as he shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on the door. “It’s almost one in the morning. Why don’t you get some rest and as soon as I’m-”

Sherlock’s back hit the bathroom wall as Molly pinned him with unexpected strength, fisting some hair on the back of his head to bring his mouth down to hers again. She used her lips to easily part his and kissed him deep enough to make his tired body simultaneously melt and come alive.

She pulled away again, both of them now breathing hard as she started working at his shirt buttons.

“You were gone,” she gasped, “for too long.”

He heard some little pops as a couple innocent button were sacrificed in the process of her whipping the dress shirt back and off his shoulders.

“A-apparently,” he choked out as she began covering his chest with very appreciative kisses.

He could swear she wasn’t missing one single muscle, as if she were counting them off along the way.

Well, it was Molly. So it was possible.

“Never…leave me for that long…again. I don’t care…if the case…is a twenty!” she practically growled.

The anger in her verbal chastising at his absence was somewhat muted seeing as every few words were punctuated with the warm touch of her lips. She paused a split second to throw her own dressing gown off almost angrily before returning her enthusiastic attention to his skin, moving upward and pressing kisses all along his shoulders and neck.

By that point, especially with the occasional addition of her teeth and tongue, Sherlock could barely think clearly enough to do anything besides hold onto her tightly, burying his fingers in her hair as he basked in the euphoria that only her touch and her lips could offer. Yes, he silently agreed with his wife, he had been gone too long. He’d missed her far more than he realized.

Still happily sighing into Sherlock’s neck, Molly reached over blindly to push the shower curtain aside before finally lifting her head.

“Come on, let’s get in,” she commanded breathlessly with an accompanying tug at his belt.

Sherlock chuckled low as he took her hint and continued with the rest of his undressing, though he went at a more leisurely pace while taking the opportunity to tease just a bit.

“You know, I was wondering if this would happen. I had my doubts and thought that it could be a bit of a myth, so decided to reserve my judgement. But it seems you have indeed turned the corner since my departure for the case. This is what now? Almost fourteen weeks? Mm, yes the timing would make sense. Suppose it’s true what they say then…about the second trimester.” He gave her a little wink.

Molly’s lips twisted in mild amusement, though she was also clearly still oozing impatience as she gestured aggressively toward the shower.

“Are we going to stand here and discuss my hormones or are you shutting up, getting naked, and getting in the shower with me?!”

The fact that she then discarded her sleep shirt and gave him a pointed look while stepping behind the curtain definitely ensured that his choice was to very happily follow her lead. There was quite honestly nowhere else he’d rather be.

Though, he did make a mental note to record the latest findings on his pregnancy spreadsheet in the morning.

💋💋💋

[jamathon]

Ask me! I'll answer honestly

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? lit 7′0″ 2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) cat 3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? met gala type fancy for sure.  4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Just dance 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day? My gf, boulder, art, 

6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? "pwease no steppy” 7: What is your opinion on life? V weird. v cool 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] I tihnkkkk it was melancholic but i shud take it again bc it’s def changed  9: Are you ticklish? very 10: Are you allergic to anything? not that i know yet 11: What’s your sexuality? gay bi gay bi gay bi.  12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Tea 13: Are you a cat or dog person? cat 14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? whichever one is least lonely. probably merperson. 15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? Alex bertie!! 16: How tall are you? 5′4 17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Kiwi 18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] likeee 125 19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? pass. 20: Do you like space or the ocean more? Ocean.  21: Are you religious? No 22: Pet peeves? A . Lot. im so impatient.  23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? Diurnal! 24: Favorite constellation? uhhhh *panics and looks around kitchen* the big spoon 25: Favorite star? North bc i used to see it every night after work and i didn’t know it alr had a name so i named it after my gf as a romantic gesture hahhahaha 26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? Yuh 27: Any phobias or fears? Afraid of loneliness  28: Do you think global warming is real? shut up.  29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Havent thought about it 30: Favorite movie? Scott pilgrim 31: Do you get scared easily? Yes 32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 1 33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.] my blogs a 10 even tho i still have the OG tumblr theme 34: What is a color that calms you? blue 35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Iceland 36: Where were you born? baltimore 37: What is your eye color? hazel 38: Introvert or extrovert? both 39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? hahahhaha yesss 40: Hugs or kisses? bofa 41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? Would love to visit boulder i miss the mountains & weather a lot 42: Who is someone you love deeply? Rayven 43: Any piercings you want? septum tbh 44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? yes. v hot 45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? not anymore 46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! Rayven is my crush and also my gf she’s about to turn 21 which is exciting!! this feels like show n tell haha 47: What is a sound you really hate? fingernail scratching jeans 48: A sound you really love? keys jingling 49: Can you do a backflip? no 50: Can you do the splits?  no 51: Favorite actor and/or actress? emma stone  52: Favorite movie?alr asked. scotty P. 53: How are you feeling right now? fine but restless bc of a tummy ache 54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? back to black acctuallly im tired of dying it  55: When did you feel happiest? idk 56: Something that calms you down? tumblr 57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] havent had an evaluation in years so idk! 58: What does your URL mean? that’s my JAMATHON!!! To describe a good song. A word i tried to make happen. like fetch. except not original, just “jam” with “athon” added.  59: What three words describe you the most? Understanding. Funny. Intense.  60: Do you believe in evolution? Yes 61: What makes you unfollow a blog? If they dont post enuf memes 62: What makes you follow a blog? Memes 63: Favorite kind of person: Funny, outgoing, spontaneous  64: Favorite animal(s): Whales 65: Name three of your favorite blogs. eh idk 66: Favorite emoticon: the drooling one 67: Favorite meme: too many 68: What is your MBTI personality type? intp idk if that’s right 69: What is your star sign? capricorn  70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? no 71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? i like layers. probably my leather jacket w black pants and a my yellow shirt. it makes me feel cute 72: Post a selfie or two? too hard 73: Do you have platform shoes? yes 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I used to be double jointed and could bend my finger back to touch my hand, unsure what happened but now i have 0 party tricks 75: Can you do a front flip? yeah probably 76: Do you like birds? So much!!!!!! 77: Do you like to swim? no!!!!!! 78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? swimming... 79: Something you wish didn’t exist: pollution 80: Some thing you wish did exist: cures 81: Piercings you have? ears 82: Something you really enjoy doing: playing music/drawing/taking pictures 83: Favorite person to talk to: rayven 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? cupcakes 85: How many followers do you have? like 100 on this blog now hahaha 86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? yes but will I? No. 87: Do your socks always match? No 88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? No 89: What are your birthstones? Turquoise  90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? Fox 91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? I want to be creative but when i think about it...a red rose.  92: A store you hate? The grocery store bc im there all the time 93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? zero now but at the beginning of the year i was drinking around 4-5 a day.  94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? fly 95: Do you like to wear camo? nah 96: Winter or summer? Used to be winter but nothing is good in the south. 97: How long can you hold your breath for? not long at all it gives me anxiety 98: Least favorite person? some of the people ive met in the past year have been atrocious.  99: Someone you look up to: My roommate Chris.  100: A store you love? I could spend all day in H&M  101: Favorite type of shoes? vans 102: Where do you live? ....atlanta 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? Yes bc my girlfriend is and we always share food so like... i guess i eat meat on my own but that’s liike once a month haha 104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? hmmm...bismuth. 105: Do you drink milk? No 106: Do you like bugs? Not in the south. 107: Do you like spiders? NO. 108: Something you get paranoid about? Bugs. 109: Can you draw: NO. 110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? people love prying idk at this point 111: A question you hate being asked? are u a boy or a girl has definitely gotten old 112: Ever been bitten by a spider? yes 113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? yesssssss 114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? depends 115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: my gf 116: Favorite cloud type: rain cloud 117: What color do you wish the sky was? orange.  118: Do you have freckles? yes 119: Favorite thing about a person: humor 120: Fruits or vegetables? veggies 121: Something you want to do right now: sleep but im restless :( 122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? hmmmm depends 123: Sweet or sour foods? sweet for sure.  124: Bright or dim lights? bright bc i need new glasses and cant see in dim light 125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? dragons  126: Something you hate about Tumblr: nothing really 127: Something you love about Tumblr: takes my mind off everything 128: What do you think about the least? everything i shud be thinking about 129: What would you want written on your tombstone? something super funny that i cant think of rn 130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? John cena bc i think he’d find it funny 131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? Inability to fake happiness  132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? sometimes! 133: Computer or TV? computer bc its both 134: Do you like roller coasters?  no 135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? yes 136: Are your ears lobed or attached? lobed bruh 137: Do you believe in karma? idk 138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? strong 8.5! I don’t think im too shabby most of the time actually 139: What nicknames do you have/have had? kiwi 140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? yes named Kiki  141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? plenty  142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Depends 143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Receiving  144: What makes you angry? people not being nice really irks me 145: How many languages do you speak fluently? 1 146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? tag yourself im nonbinaries  147: Are you androgynous? i’d say  148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: lately it’s been my chest. it’s p hot 149: Favorite thing about your personality: I’m funny.  150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. uhh idk 151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? the uhhh one w swords  152: Do you like BuzzFeed? ya 153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] Tindeerrrrr  hah 154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? uh idk 155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? ya 156: What embarrasses you? a lot 157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: when other people are noticably anxious  158: Biggest lie you have ever told: idk 159: How many people are you following? lots  160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? lots 161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? like 50 162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? like 3,000 ishhhh  163: Last time you cried and why: My birthday bc one of rayvens gifts was ....so ....fuckin..sweet 164: Do you have long or short hair? short 165: Longest your hair has ever been: long 166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? It’s annoying lmfao 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? Only bc im nosy 168: Do you like to wear makeup? no 169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? no 170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? yup