#marvel cast crack

[dykeinthedark]

we should never ever return to that era of youtube where everything was just a funny moments compilation with comic sans reaction words over them

[cookiemom6067]

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

So I was playing around on A.I. Dungeon and I ended up with a story where I was a peasant girl named Hailee Steinfeld who led a revolt against the royal family. Helping me was my good friend, Jeremy Renner. This was the end result:

(Bold = my entries, regular text = A.I.)

You attack the princess, and slice her neck open. The princess starts to scream, and her skin and flesh begins to peel away.

The princess's body begins to turn to dust, and your blood covers her.

> You say, "Sorry princess...but democracy is cooler anyways"

You say, "Sorry princess...but democracy is cooler anyways"

You look at Jeremy Renner, and laugh. Jeremy laughs as well, and you begin to laugh.

You wonder why this is such a funny joke, and Jeremy tells you it's because of democracy.

> You attack the king and queen.

You attack the king and queen, and slice their necks open. The queen's body is consumed in flames, and the king melts away to dust.

You say, "Well, democracy works, huh?"

You begin to laugh.

> You declare that the royal family has been destroyed and that the monarchy is no more.

You declare that the royal family has been destroyed and that the monarchy is no more.

You begin laughing again, and the villagers laugh with you.

You wonder why this is so funny, and Jeremy tells you it's because democracy.

You chuckle, and Jeremy asks you if you've saved the village.

> You say to Jeremy, "We saved the village, you and I. Now let's make another season of Hawkeye"

You say to Jeremy, "We saved the village, you and I. Now let's make another season of Hawkeye"

Jeremy smiles and nods.

You continue laughing, and Jeremy joins in.

[moonstruckme]

Hiiiii!!!! So, if you wanna write something, can you do poly marauders find out reader sleeps with like an almost concerning amount of plushies??? I literally sleep on a few plushies so I think it would be cute lol

Hi sweetheart, thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You’ve been pouting all evening, ever since the boys had decided to watch a new comedy film over one of your chickflicks. You’re ganging up on me, you’d complained, and James felt a twinge of guilt but Sirius had only laughed. You’re damn right we are, sweetheart, because we watched that one just last week! You’d gone silent after that, but you’ve seemed vaguely sulky ever since, even when James brought you popcorn and tried to snuggle up with you under the blanket. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you say abruptly, standing and gathering your blanket about you. 

“Already?” James asks. “The movie’s only got like, twenty more minutes in it.” 

“That’s okay,” you yawn, stooping to give him a hug and kiss. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, dovey,” Remus says as you kiss him too, then Sirius. “Sleep well.” 

James watches you go, unease growing like a fungus in his chest as you go into your room instead of one of theirs, the door shutting definitively behind you. 

“Prongs, hey.” He turns to find Remus looking at him, his brows scrunching just softly upwards. “Don’t worry about it, love, she’s alright.” 

“I know it’s silly,” he says, casting another glance down the hall, “but she just seemed so put out. And then she went to her own room.” 

“She doesn’t always want to sleep in ours.” Sirius shrugs. “Disappointing, but it doesn’t necessarily mean anything.” 

It’s true; you only sleep in one of your boyfriends’ rooms maybe half of the time, but this has always been a point of confusion for James. He and the other boys shuffle between rooms every night, and when you join them you seem to enjoy it as much as the rest of them do. Plus, it’s no secret that you love cuddles above all else, so why deprive yourself of them on such a regular basis?

James stands. “I’m gonna go check on her.”

“Suit yourself,” Sirius says, and Remus only nods, attention going back to the film. 

James sees blue light coming from underneath your door as he approaches, confirming his suspicion that you weren’t really tired enough to sleep when you’d left. He knocks softly. “Sweetheart? Can I come in?”

You don’t reply, and he hesitates briefly before cracking the door. For a moment, he wonders if you’re in here at all. He certainly can’t find you. The entire room is awash in blue light, your laptop screen on full brightness as the intro to the movie you’d wanted to watch earlier plays silently. Where you should be on your bed is instead half a million stuffed animals. Piles of them, from your headboard to the end of the bed, with little faces lit by the screen like they’re watching the movie, too. 

James draws closer, noticing your headphones plugged into the laptop, and follows the chord until he finds you, nestled so deeply in plushies that only your face is visible. He takes a second to relish the sight before waving a hand in front of the screen to get your attention. You startle, the movement sending a plushie tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. You lunge for it, disrupting even more of the toys, and James has to dam the avalanche with both hands, passing you the fallen stuffed animal—A penguin, he thinks to himself. How cute—while you take off your headphones. 

“Fuck, you scared me,” you say breathlessly, and James guffaws, hysterical laugher bubbling out of his chest. “What?”

“Just,” he marvels, shaking his head, “it’s surprising to hear that kind of language coming from someone absolutely buried in cuteness right now.” 

You sink further into the pile, and if the lighting weren’t so blue at the moment, he suspects your face would appear redder. 

“Jamie,” you say, quietly, hurriedly. “Jamie, don’t tell. Please?”

He’s just starting to wonder whether he’s even capable of keeping a secret as good as this when two pairs of footsteps start down the hallway. 

“What’s going on?” Sirius’ voice calls, a second before Remus flicks on the light and both boys go silent. James giggles, bringing his hand to his mouth in an attempt to smother the sound. Your face is indeed as flushed as he’d imagined, and you burrow further into your squishy fortress as if you could disappear into it entirely. 

“Baby,” Sirius says, sounding positively delighted, “where have you been hiding all of this?”

“I haven’t been hiding them.” Your voice is muffled by stuffing. “They just stay in my closet during the day. So my room doesn’t look cluttered.” 

“But why?” Sirius makes his way over to you, picking up a fox by your head. “This little guy is so charming. You’d deprive us of him?”

Despite Sirius’ honey-coated tone, you know what he’s about, and your eyes narrow defensively. 

“Dove,” Remus says slowly, fighting to keep his expression under control as his eyes glitter with amusement. “This is the most adorable thing I think I’ve ever seen.” 

You don’t look inclined to make a response, so James speaks again. 

“Is this why you don’t always want to sleep with us?” he asks, doing his best to gentle the teasing in his voice. “Because these guys are welcome in my room anytime if it means I get to be with you too.” 

You make your eyes big and sad in that way James swears you have to practice in the mirror. “Really? You don’t think it’s embarrassing?” 

James is finally free to unleash the full capacity of his smile. “Of course not, angel.”

“Well, maybe, like, a dozen of them,” Sirius says. “With more than one person, I think they’d all end up falling off the bed.” 

You look horrified. “I feel so guilty when that happens.” 

Remus makes a sound that’s half laugh, half coo. “Darling, you’re going to kill me with all this.” He gives you a look so syrupy sweet James feels his heart go all soft and mushy. “Please come finish the movie with us so I can give you a proper cuddle?”

“And bring some of your friends,” Sirius adds as you start to extricate yourself from the jumble on your bed. “Fuck, I’m never gonna get over this.”

[bystarlightlore]

first things first: my boys are so touchy & affectionate with each other & it's the cutest, most adorable thing on planet earth.

i die.

moving on...

sweet alex, he’s all heart. prattling along, just as happy as he can be. 

it’s integral to watch our sunshine boy in this scene. 

the book & film are both from alex’s perspective, but there’s one thing that we’re afforded between the pages that doesn’t fully make it on screen — his emotional & cognitive layers. & that’s not anybody’s fault & it doesn’t make the film any less incredible, that’s just how adaptations occur sometimes. you can’t translate everything on screen & honestly, that’s the way it should be. some things can just stay in the written story.

tzp did a marvelous job of pulling some of those pieces from the story & threading them into alex’s movements, expressions, & actions. he gave us everything that he could & he did it phenomenally. i can’t imagine anyone else being our alex. i can’t get over how perfectly he was casted.

all this to reiterate, it’s so key to watch alex here.

we get to see some of his layers. he goes from playful, to pensive, to deeply sincere — “i’ve never felt this way about anyone” — & from there, he shifts into an incredibly exposed emotional space & you see him gather himself, working through his words & trying to share his heart in the most fluent way he can.

“it’s like there’s a rope attached to my chest & it keeps pulling me towards you.”

there’s never been a moment in his life where can’t share exactly how he feels. he’s always been free to do so. for alex, there was never a question about if he’d tell henry, the question was what he’d tell henry, & once he solved the what, he could proceed with the when. 

his mom asked if he felt ‘forever’ about henry & he didn’t consciously know at the time. (i’m a firm believer in the fact that they’ve been in love all along but that’s not the topic right now.) he watches henry in the bar & that’s where he figures it out. the next step is to tell him. point a to b. no detours. 

“& it feels so right”

all heart, all the time. our sunshine boy.

i don’t see fear here, i rarely do in alex, but i do see timidity. so with our eyes on him in this scene, we watch him waffle through his words, barreling toward the inevitable.

he stays in physical contact with henry the entire time — running his hands along his forearm, tangling their fingers together, tracing circles on henry’s wrist & back. i think he needs it here just as much as he wants it.

the most that alex has ever discovered & understood about himself has been through touching henry. he knows himself best when he’s skin-to-skin with the man he loves.

this moment cannot be any different.

—- “what i mean to say is, henry, i—“ 

i’d give anything to hear it come out of his mouth fully here. i want to know how it sounds under the texas sun — someplace as bright & warm as he is.

alex has never had to fear his own heart; even in the moments where he wasn't sure where it was going. after the NYE kiss, he went to nora to grapple with his feelings & he tried to talk to henry about it, but he never, ever shied away from how he felt. he wasn't raised to. following that giant, gorgeous heart is in his nature. he's always been encouraged to be exactly who he is.

the same cannot be said for our prince.

our mythic, beautiful boy. he literally looks like he's crumbling here. mournful, finite cracks in his glistening, alabaster stone. an absolute masterpiece withered by expectation, tainted legacies, hopeless hopes, & crippling fears.

he has to shy away. he doesn't believe or even entertain the idea that he might have a choice. to be so in love, but so trapped that your love can tangle its roots into the earth, but never bloom.

distance & longing take up far too much space in those stunning hazel eyes. it's all too much for him here. no fight or fawn, just freeze and flight. he did it all in expression: from pure bliss, to the dawn of fear, to desperate wanting, to heartbreak, to retreat. (nicholas galitzine, you wonderfully gifted creature)

in our prince’s head, it doesn’t matter how bad he wants to hear the words. it doesn’t matter if he’s loved alex & wanted alex all this time. his heart — their hearts — are of no consequence to the trajectory of their lives. & so, despite all this time; despite everything that’s passed between them in the past year — the firsts & the tender moments, the texts, calls, & emails, the falling in love — henry does the one thing he’s always had to do, lock himself up & run away. just like he did on new year’s eve.

alex has spent a year working him loose; making him feel as free & loved & authentic as he possibly can. he’s kneaded every tight curve, massaged every tensioned inch. & henry has put in the same amount of work learning to allow himself to be cared for. for someone to see his bright places, his passions, his wittiness, tenacity, & sparks.

our boys have grown so much & yet sadly, in a moment, terror bends henry back into an ill -fitting place.

the progress isn’t lost, just tucked away. fear is one hell of a keeper.

& you see him dressed up again in his suit. ramrod straight, prim & proper, the closed-off prince of england’s hearts that climbed out of his car to meet alex at kensington a year ago. a man of few words & little feeling. because there’s too much risk in feeling. feeling leads you to a dock in the middle of the lake in texas, listening to the man you love willing & ready to love you back, but you can’t be overjoyed — because you’re terrified.

grab your tissues, kids. im sure as hell grabbing mine.

[melancholiaenthroned]

looked so pathetic in school today my first period teacher told me to just go home and sleep. so then i went home and i read all of simu lius book in one sitting. hashtag asian excellence (i did not do my homework)

[andieperrie18]

Watching her fall in love

A/n: DISCLAIMER, I just wanna clear out that I HATE Mikio, OR LOATHE him. The man died too quickly for my liking. But I am currently at an emotional but productive mode in my Mizu x Reader fanfic. I needed to vent some writing. I just needed to write somethings to hurt myself, so now I would like to share my pain. I kept this one vague but clear cause certain parts would likely be in the fanfic. So please bear with its corniness and i do hope you enjoy and share some thoughts at the comment section how to make Mikio's suffering a bit more satisfying

Pairing: Mizu x Reader

Series: Blue Eye Samurai

You know she deserves to be happy. There was no reason for her to continue her vengeance now that her mother was actually alive and now has been encouraging Mizu to leave your debt and settle down with the man her mother had found that will surely provide for her.

Not that Mizu was not cared for in your home, with a small dowry left by your deceased father and the a simple home on a piece of land from your husband who worked tirelessly to own for your future before circumstances decided to rob you of the life that you could’ve had with him let alone have a child of your own.

After coming to terms with things, you swear to never love any other man than your husband. But the tides of fate didn’t really like that.

You were on your way home when you found a wounded Mizu on your way. Lucky enough, your place was near when she came stumbling in your arms clutching her bleeding side. In your home, you treated her, fed her and provided her all the necessary things to hasten her recovery despite her constant attempts to deny any more further gestures.

Your persistence rivaled hers and she can’t really do anything than just accept it if she wants to continue her quest for revenge. But she days go by and she can finally function properly, the closer she has become to you. Of course you already knew that she was a woman, tending to her wounds did require you to have her lay bare before you while under unconsciousness. But her eyes, a part of  her body that she has come to hate as it was the most visible defect of how she is immediately considered as a monster. You were no stranger to being cast aside so you know how to provide her the right words and comfort.

From that point on, she’s been your constant company either at your small plantation or someone to share food on the dining table. With her harsh childhood and upbringing, Mizu’s cold exterior was very hard but once you do reach her,  she is as gentle as a spring water bathing you in in cold warmth under a harsh sun.

“You know that I’ll leave as soon as I reach recovery,” she said with a frown as she sat across from you from the entryway. The evening was  young but the skies were burned by a millions suns from eons away and the full moon lingering among them. You looked at her as she did as well, there was a hint of sadness in her icy blue eyes.

“I know, and I will not force you to stay, if this path is what you need to find peace at the end of your road, then do so. Just know that when you’re ready  to find your peace, my doors are open to your company,” you offered a smile, one that she did return. One that had you marveling at it all throughout the night.

You haven't come to terms with your feelings with Mizu for quite a while and believed that you really cared for platonically. She has found a great friendship with you and you to her.

As a ‘friend’, you were lucky enough to be there at the small ceremony. Mikio didn’t want anything to do with her and denied any act of consummating their union. But Mizu didn’t worry much as you have provided a great company. Cracks to your resolve showed when you had succeeded to provide Mizu an opportunity to create connection with her husband. You had encouraged her to try approaching the man and keep in mind how persistent he is with that one particular horse he has been taming for days in your observation. Soon, Mizu was having a small conversation with Mikio while you watched.

Watching Mizu’s rough demeanor crumble so easily in his presence was infuriating, an emotion you quick to shut out. Guilt tripping was made easier upon having small conversations with Mizu’s mother who Thanked you for being there for Mizu and helping her create a relationship with Mikio. 

“Now that she’s out of your hair, you can finally find a husband as well, your still you my dear,” Mizu’s mother trails, but your attention was on the couple emerging from the green hills riding a horse along the orange horizon. Your eyes on Mizu, laughing, so free. An expression you never once got from her.

The final realization of your love for her was followed by a tsunami of heartbreak as you watched her capture her husbands lips in a kiss by a big tree that you came passing by. You watch her submit to his touch, lifting her legs off the ground and press tender kisses on her neck. You hid by a tree, back against it. You stare up the orange skies as you feel every thing inside you tear itself apart.

A/n: I Just needed to feel pain.

[megalony]

Take It Easy

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon. I'm sorry it took me so long to get round to writing this for you. I hope it is what you were looking for. Any feedback is always amazing.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) doesn't feel well but continues with her shift and reassures her husband that she is fine. Until the pain gets worse and she collapses at work.

Enjoy.

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Coiling her arms to her chest, (Y/n) leaned her weight on the door and tried to open it as quietly as possible. She peered her head around and shuffled into the bunker room.

The small LED lights on the walls were enough to cast a pale luminescent light around the room and let (Y/n) glance around rather than wander aimlessly in the dark. She could feel the panic dwindling down when she realised the only person in the room was the one person she had been hoping to find.

Other than Eddie sleeping soundly, the room was empty.

She pushed the door to and left it open just a slight crack before she wandered over to the far right side of the room. Moving over to a free cot bed, (Y/n) leaned down to the left and undid her boots and stepped out of them. She was suddenly glad the room was cast in darkness just in case Eddie was awake so he wouldn't see the grimace that pulled on her lips when she leaned down.

Her hand moved to press against her abdomen and it took all (Y/n) had not to groan when she straightened up. Her lower stomach was twisting and knotting itself up like tangled rope. This was exactly the way Eddie had felt a month or so back when he got a stomach infection.

(Y/n) prayed to God she didn't have the same kind of infection, she didn't want to be off work for a week. Stuck taking antibiotics, barely able to eat anything due to the pain like Eddie had been.

Her hand moved to hold her hip so her arm was pinned around her waist. Adding pressure made her stomach feel less tense and took away some of the discomfort she felt.

She had been on shift this afternoon and she wasn't going off until tomorrow evening. If (Y/n) could just get through the next shift, then she could have a day off and try to recover before coming back for a night shift in two days. Next week was her short week where she only had two shifts, she would be able to rest at home with Chris and recover around work so she didn't have to take time off. She didn't want to be stuck at home and she didn't want to leave the station with no staff.

Her eyes softened when she moved over towards the only occupied bed in the room and her gaze landed on her husband.

Eddie was laid on his back with one arm hanging off the side of the bed and the other arm draped across his eyes. He had stripped off his shirt and left it lying on his boots beside the bed, leaving him in his trousers and vest and the blanket was tossed on the floor too. The station was far too humid for anyone to want to sleep with a blanket.

It took some effort for (Y/n) to crouch down beside his bed but feeling her knees press up into her stomach relieved some of the pain.

She folded one arm over the edge of the bed and reached her other hand out to graze her fingertips along Eddie's exposed arm. Her lips curved into a tight smile when she watched his elbow suddenly twitch and he took a sharp breath as his upper body jolted forward slightly.

She stayed put, crouched beside the bed while Eddie lowered his right arm from his eyes and turned to look over at her.

"You okay baby… what time is it?" His voice was groggy and laced with sleep making him sound much deeper than usual. He rubbed the base of his hand against his eyes while his left hand reached out to brush across (Y/n)'s jaw.

How long had he been asleep? Surely it couldn't be morning already? He had gone to take a power nap just after eleven so he could feel a bit more alive if they had a call out during the night. It didn't feel like he had been asleep for very long, but that was usually the way it went with sleep. One second Eddie thought it was midnight and the next, someone was waking him up saying it was three in the morning and they had to get ready.

"Midnight," (Y/n) tilted her head to the side and nuzzled her cheek into Eddie's palm, smiling softly when his thumb brushed across her cheekbone.

"Do you feel any better?" He let his head drop back down on the pillow for a few seconds while his hand moved from his eyes to ruffle his hair and brush it away from his temple.

He knew she had felt sick early in the morning and when they arrived on shift, she had changed from feeling sick to having a dull stomach ache. He was hoping he hadn't passed on his infection to her. Eddie had done his best to be careful around his wife and son when he was ill. The last thing he needed was to make (Y/n) or Chris ill too. And he was sure it couldn't be the same infection because it had been over two weeks since Eddie had recovered.

"A little," (Y/n) wasn't sure whether he believed her or not but he didn't push the subject, he only hummed and acknowledged that he'd heard her.

"Come get some sleep, baby."

A grin formed on her lips when Eddie's hand left her face and moved to hold her elbow instead. He tugged on her arm until she got the hint and moved closer while he shifted around.

Eddie turned to lay on his left side so he was facing her and shuffled back towards the edge to make some room in front of him. There wasn't really enough space to fit two of them on here, but he didn't care. He slept better when (Y/n) was in his arms. Sleeping alone in a small, uncomfortably cot bed like this reminded Eddie of being back in the army and he didn't want to relive that part of his life.

His left arm stretched out and when (Y/n) gingerly climbed onto the bed, he curved his arm up around her chest so his hand could hold her shoulder. His lips curved into a grin when he felt (Y/n) tilt her head down and kiss his forearm that was against her chest and both her hands moved to hold his arm comfortingly.

Eddie's other arm slumped over (Y/n)'s waist and he leaned his head down until he could bury his nose and lips in the top of her hair.

He heard the quiet, uncomfortable sound (Y/n) let out as she shuffled around to try and get comfy. And he felt the way she drew her knees up to her stomach to try and relieve the pain and feel settled enough to sleep.

She kept her lips buried against Eddie's arm and she hummed when he tightened his right arm around her waist and smoothed his hand up and down her abdomen. "Better?" He murmured quietly into her hair and (Y/n) could tell by his voice that he was starting to fall back asleep again.

Her lips kissed his arm and she squeezed her fingers into his forearm near his tattoo while she nuzzled her cheek into his bicep. She felt a lot better to have Eddie wrapped around her like a blanket.

Her knees pulled up a bit higher like she was trying to pin Eddie's arm against her and imbed it into her stomach to relieve the burning, dull ache. But in doing so, (Y/n) unintentionally wriggled back into Eddie and pushed her bum into his groin. She felt his hand press down flat and firmly against her stomach to hold her in place and she froze, breathing softly into his arm as she tried to stay deadly still.

"Don't do that. We're at work,"

(Y/n) shivered when he growled into her hair but she couldn't stop herself from smiling into his arm. While his other arm pinned tighter against her and kept her back flush against his chest so she could feel every ridge of him pressing into her.

"Sorry," She whispered quietly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his arm. She was starting to feel a little better already.

***

She felt worse.

(Y/n) could feel tears burning in the corners of her eyes when she shrugged on her overall jacket and grabbed her helmet from the locker. She felt like each step she took caused a fire to burn down the centre of her stomach, and now the pain was moving towards the right side of her abdomen too.

She hadn't managed to eat any breakfast and now it was close to lunchtime and she felt sick even though she had nothing to throw up.

She swiped her sleeve beneath her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to hold herself up and feel a bit more alive and better. All she had to do was get through this afternoon until she could go home.

Once she was home, wrapped up in bed with Eddie, she would feel much better and she would be able to rest.

"Ready?"

Her body jumped and she swallowed down a groan when Eddie curved his arm around her waist and jogged beside her towards the truck. She let him take her helmet from her hands and whack it in the compartment with his before they headed to the steps.

Stars flooded (Y/n)'s vision and she almost let go of the door when she tried to pull herself up. It caused a sudden, blinding strain on her stomach when she reached up and tried to climb up the steps. She realised she wasn't breathing but she couldn't force herself to take another breath.

It was a relief to feel Eddie's hands on her hips and he gave her a tight squeeze and a push up when she froze and he almost bumped into her.

Eddie's eyes followed her as she clambered in and flopped down into a spare seat opposite Evan.

She looked flushed, but Eddie couldn't be sure whether that was because she didn't feel so well or because they were rushing about to head out on a call. He moved to sit down next to her and once they were buckled in with headsets on, he looked down at her.

His left arm reached out and his hand clamped down on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze while silently checking if she was alright.

(Y/n) curled her hands around his arm and managed a tight-lipped smile. It was hard to control the grip she had on his arm. She didn't want to squeeze too tightly and make Eddie realise she didn't feel good. She let herself shuffle to the right and imbed herself between the chair and Eddie, moving his shoulder a little until it was pressing comfortably on her chest. And she could press her lips down on his shoulder since he hadn't put his overcoat on yet.

Keeping her eyes closed seemed to help relieve the nausea that bubbled up in her clenching stomach. But the speed bumps and sharp corners didn't do her any good.

When the truck made a harsh break, (Y/n) kicked her foot out and pressed the heel of her boot into the chair opposite to steady herself but she could feel her breaths jittering past her trembling lips. Her fingers punched into Eddie's arm and she swallowed down a groan.

"Okay?"

She nodded her head but she didn't believe herself. She was starting to sweat through her minimal layers and they hadn't even arrived on the scene yet. She felt sick and the swerving corners were making her feel dizzy.

(Y/n) ignored the small chatter through the headphones and tried to keep herself tucked up into Eddie. She didn't care if the others stared or wondered why she was suddenly clinging to him. All she cared about was trying to get herself through this shift and make the pains go away. She had taken the painkillers Eddie handed her at lunch but they weren't making any difference.

When she dared to open her eyes, she felt her stomach churning again and adrenaline fuelled up towards her chest when she locked her gaze on her husband.

He was staring down at her intently, and he didn't look pleased.

His lips pressed to one side and he had one brow raised while his chin was tilted down in her direction. (Y/n) usually loved it when she caught Eddie staring at her when they were on shift together, but not today. He didn't look at her with those sweet doe eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

Today, he had stern pupils and a clenched jaw and the tension was evident in his features. She could feel his hand digging tighter into her thigh while his other hand was curled around his knee.

Eddie wanted her to go home. He wanted (Y/n) to go home and rest and try to take it easy and come back when she felt better. He saw no point in her pushing herself to continue with her shift when she clearly wasn't well. But he knew how stubborn she was and she wouldn't go home unless she got a lot worse or someone forced her to leave.

"Alright team, let's go."

(Y/n) was glad to throw off the headphones when the truck came to an unsteady stop and the blaring sirens finally turned off. They were the second unit to be called to the scene, they were here for added back up to evacuate a burning building and tend to the injured.

With her belt thrown off to the side, (Y/n) took a very deep, turbulent breath and tried to clear the fog out of her head and undo the knots in her stomach.

She followed in line to get down, keeping her hands around Eddie's arm until he had to climb down and she had to let go.

The temperature change hit her at full speed and her already burning skin flushed the the AC in the truck turned off and the heatwave outside blistered into her skin. And gravity seemed to grab her when she tried to climb down until she stumbled over her feet and barely managed to stop herself from falling down.

When her feet were planted on the floor, her hand automatically reached out in front of her and her fingers curled around Eddie's arm just as he shrugged on his jacket. Her forehead pushed into his arm and she closed her eyes, willing her stomach to stop when it felt like knives were imbedding into her skin and stabbing her a thousand times.

"Baby what's wrong?" He whispered softly as his head turned to look down at her. He could feel her tight grip on his upper arm and he could sense how close she was standing to him like she was trying to merge herself into his back.

"A bit nauseous, but I'm good now."

"You can sit this one out and wait in the truck-"

"No, no baby I'm okay."

Eddie frowned down at her and shivers coursed under (Y/n)'s skin when she felt his hand grip her chin. He pulled her head up and tilted her so she was level with him and able to lock gazes with him.

She could see the stern look in his dark eyes and his jaw clicked from side to side. He was assessing her, going into medic mode to make sure she was actually okay and capable of doing this call out. He had no problem calling rank and telling Bobby that (Y/n) needed to sit this one out. He would put his foot down if he had to, even if he didn't want to.

"You swear you're good to go?" His voice was as dark as (Y/n) had ever heard and it made the knots in her stomach dull down and turn to mush. She wanted to melt into a puddle and she suddenly wished they were at home instead of at work, with Eddie looking at her like that.

"I promise," (Y/n) nodded and batted her eyes up at him but she couldn't bring herself to smile, not yet.

She could feel the adrenaline pounding through her blood from arriving on scene but it wasn't enough to rid her stomach completely. But she was standing upright and she could push herself to get through this call, as long as she could rest afterwards, she should be okay. She hoped.

She forced herself to let go of his arm even though she didn't want to, and secured her helmet and gloves. She could feel her stomach knotting but one of the many knots started to ease when Eddie stayed stood beside her with his arm and shoulder in front of her like a shield. He didn't move an inch away from her as they stood waiting for orders.

His left hand reached out to the side and held onto (Y/n)'s hip so his arm was once again pinned across her chest like how they had sat in the truck.

His thumb brushed up and down her hip over her trousers and his arm pressed back into her chest, trying to apply a little pressure to give her some comfort.

"Okay, Buck and Eddie, I want you round the back with the 211 to evacuate. Chimney you with me through the front to make sure everyone gets out. Hen, go find the medics and assist." Bobby looked across them all before his eyes landed on (Y/n).

It was like a silent conversation passed between them all. (Y/n) tried to look okay, she tried to hold her breath and square her shoulders and hold herself steady to prove she was alright and nothing was out of the ordinary. But with Eddie's arm pinned around her front and his stern, unhappy expression beside her, it contradicted any brave face she tried to put on and Bobby didn't buy her brave face.

"(Y/n)," He could see she wasn't one hundred percent. She figured everyone could and it made her squirm on the spot. "Go with Hen, help check everyone over and assist medics."

She didn't question it.

It would do her no favours to question an order and deep down, she was relieved not to have to rush into the burning building and run around. (Y/n) didn't think she had the strength or ability within her to go faster than a quick paced walk or she would keel over.

She would only slow them down and be a hinderence today if she tried to do the harder tasks with Eddie and Evan. She didn't want to hold them back or cause any problems if she collapsed inside or came over dizzy or had to stop to be sick. She couldn't wear the oxygen mask and safety suit if she thought she was going to be sick. It would be a very bad day if she threw up in the suit.

Helping the wounded was a much easier job for (Y/n), it was automatic to tend to people and help with their injuries whereas Buck and Eddie were far better suited to run into the burning buildings and find ways to get out.

"Be careful," She mumbled quietly into Eddie's shoulder and gave his arm a lasting squeeze before he let go of her and turned to peck her temple. She could feel his lips moving against her skin and she shuddered when he sighed. He could feel how she was starting to flush and burn up, but it wasn't excessive and as long as she stayed with Hen and didn't overdo herself, she would be alright on this call.

"And you take it easy, mi amor. I mean it."

"Yes boss." Her quiet comment earned her a slap on the bum as she turned to walk away.

***

"You look like you could use a drink."

(Y/n) lifted her head from the window and glanced across at Evan when she felt his foot nudge hers while he slouched back in his seat.

She didn't realise they were back at the station until she noticed Evan fling his belt off and move to stand up with his head and shoulders hunched forward. He was too tall to stand up in the truck.

He waved his hand for her to follow and (Y/n) nodded, but she couldn't bring herself to move just yet. Her head was spinning and her stomach was officially pulled into knots that weren't untangling on their own. She didn't know what to do with herself. Standing up only stretched the pain and walking created a burning feeling. All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay curled up in her seat and contort into the smallest, curved shape she could manage to try and take away the pain.

She realised her hands were trembling when she took off her own belt and leaned against the seats to try and heave up onto her feet.

Her head spun in circles and her body tilted to the right when she shuffled to get out the truck. She couldn't stay sitting in here for the rest of her shift and she was officially the last one left to get out.

She let herself slump against the side of the door but her feet weren't coordinating anymore. The heel of her boot skidded off the top step and (Y/n) didn't have the will or the energy to try and catch herself.

She just wanted to go to sleep.

She wanted the pain to stop. It was easier to let go and given in to the thought of collapsing down on the floor. It would take the weight off her body and stop her stomach from stretching and tightening so much if she just went down and curled up on the floor. The pain was bad enough to make her head spin and she had felt constantly dizzy for the last hour of their callout.

"Woah- fuck!"

Eddie barely lifted his head before his breath got caught in his throat and his chest tightened.

The helmet in his hand dropped to the floor and he thrust his arms up just as (Y/n)'s head lolled forward and her body tumbled down from the truck.

Her forehead bashed into his shouolder and jolted the right side of Eddie's body but he tried to tense up and stay standing. He coiled his arms around her waist and slammed his knees into the bottom step of the truck, bending his hips forward to try and take her weight for her. (Y/n)'s body crashed into his chest and her arms flagged against his sides while her legs slammed into the truck floor and bent awkwardly over the steps.

"Fuck, I got you baby." Eddie tilted his head to the left to check no one was behind him before he tried to shuffle backwards a few steps and pull (Y/n) down from the truck.

He grimaced at the way her legs bashed down the steps and scraped against the floor and her arms flopped limply over his elbows.

Once he was a few feet away, Eddie let himself go down on his knees and gently lowered (Y/n) down with him. He then turned her around until her back was slumped down over his thighs and he hoisted her up, shuffling her between his legs that he parted to the sides. His arm bolted around her waist and his hand moved to cup her chin so he could tilt her head back on his shoulder.

"Oh God!"

"Eddie what's going on?"

Hen fumbled to grab one of the medic bags from the truck while Bobby paused, halfway towards the stairs before he caught sight of two of his team on the floor.

"Baby, you with me?" His thumb brushed across (Y/n)'s jaw before he reached up to move her eyelid and check if her pupils were changing and constricting or not.

Eddie didn't like the way (Y/n)'s arms immediately slumped around her waist before she tightened them and started to groan. Her head turned until she could bury her face in his neck and her trembling arms pushed down on her abdomen until she was crying into his neck.

"How bad is the pain, baby? Talk to me," He could feel how flushed her skin was with her head tucked into his neck. She was sweating and he couldn't make out whether she was just trembling from pain or if she was shaking from a fever.

"Eight."

"Eight? Christ (Y/n) why didn't you tell me?" He shook his head as his jaw tightened. She shouldn't be on shift if she was in this much pain. She should have told him how bad it was and that it was getting worse so she could go home or go to the doctor. Staying on shift and pretending she was alright clearly hadn't worked out for anyone.

Eddie's left arm stayed hooked around (Y/n)'s chest while he moved his right hand to tug her shirt from where it was tucked into her trousers. He rolled it up to reveal her stomach so he could carefully press his fingertips and then the palm of his hand down over (Y/n)'s abdomen. He leaned back when (Y/n) cried out and clenched her fingers around his wrist the moment he tried to add pressure to the lower right side of her abdomen.

"I think it's her appendix," He let his eyes trail across to Hen when she bent down on his other side.

She clipped a pulse monitor onto (Y/n)'s finger and slid a blood pressure cuff up her arm before she tried to examine (Y/n)'s stomach. But (Y/n) wasn't having any of it. She squirmed and pushed back into Eddie, crying into his neck until he pressed his lips against her burning temple and tried to hush her.

Hen placed a thermometer in (Y/n)'s ear and pursed her lips when she got the reading. "BP is high and she has a fever. Definitely could be appendicitis."

"You are going to the emergency room. Now. This isn't negotiable."

(Y/n) didn't have the will to argue, all she could do was close her eyes tighter and press her face so deeply into Eddie's neck that she could feel the throbbing veins pressing into her nose and feel each deep breath he took. His arms hooked beneath her knees and around her back and when he lifted her up, it eased some of the pain. (Y/n) tried tightening her knees to her stomach and kept her arms pinned around her middle while she heard Bobby tell Hen to take them in the ambulance.

Her arms stayed pinned to her stomach and she groaned when Eddie tried to carefully ease her down onto the gurney in the ambulance. She was relieved the rest of the team stayed at the station. She didn't want nor need the attention of anyone else climbing in and trying to examine her and help.

It was bad enough she felt like this now instead of in a few hours when her shift ended. That was all she was trying to do; make it to the end of her shift.

"Do you want some morphine for the pain, mi amor?" Eddie slipped the pressure cuff off her arm but left the pulse clip on her finger. He wanted to keep an eye on the numbers and make sure her pulse stayed calm and steady.

"Please… Eddie i-it hurts,"

When she dared to open her eyes, it took a few seconds to form a picture instead of blurred colours of brown, grey and glistening white lights. But (Y/n) managed to focus enough to see her husband stare down at her with a perplexed look.

He wanted to frown. He wanted to scoff and raise an eyebrow or shake his head at her and growl. But Eddie found his expression falling and a sad quirk pulled at his lips when he looked down at his wife.

"I know, which is why you should have told me earlier." His tone was calm and coated in sugar, even though he wanted it to come out stern and repremanding. If (Y/n) had told him how bad the pain was, Eddie would have taken her to the hospital earlier before she developed a fever and severe pains. He would have sent her home this morning if she told him she felt worse instead of saying she felt better.

Reaching out, (Y/n) grabbed his thigh when he sat down on the edge of the gurney with a few items splayed out on the chair opposite him.

He let her squeeze his thigh and he tilted her arm around a little while he tore open the plastic packaging for a new needle pre-filled with a dose of morphine. His thumb pressed down just above the crease of her elbow and he expertly shot the dose into her vein before he leaned forward and kissed her arm when he was done.

"Okay, stay still mi amor, this won't take long." Eddie pinned an IV tube between his knees and grabbed a catheter needle, swabbing the back of (Y/n)'s hand that was gripping his knee.

He carefully pushed the needle into the back of her hand, pinning the leaf green cap in place while he removed the needle and exchanged it for the IV. Once it was taped in place, Eddie undid the clasp to let the fluids run wide open. He didn't want (Y/n) dehydrating as well as burning up and being in immense pain.

"Are… are you mad at me?" It was hard for (Y/n) to try and keep her eyes open when the morphine was starting to do its work. The cramping, twinges coursing through her stomach were still making her shake back and forth on the gurney and rock against Eddie, but her head was starting to feel better. The dizziness was clearing up and her pulse was starting to throb in her head like a drum.

She felt like she was going to pass out.

The feeling of Eddie's lips on her burning forehead felt comforting and cold and it was as if he was melting into her. Especially when his hand moved to cup the side of her neck and she could feel his thumb swiping across the corner of her jaw.

"Of course I'm not mad at you, mi amor." His lips curved up into a gentle smile and he tilted his head down so their foreheads were pressed together and the tip of their noses touched. "I'm worried about you, there's a difference."

When he felt the ambulance come to a stop, Eddie pushed up to his feet and moved to unclip the brakes.

"Right, let's get you to a doctor."

***

"Are you taking me home now?" (Y/n) bit down on her lip to obscure her smile and she tilted her head back to look up at Eddie through her lashes.

Her hands pinched down around the edge of the bed and she swung her legs over the side until her feet were firmly planted on the floor. She stayed still, watching Eddie move forward until he was stood between her parted thighs And his arms dropped from being folded over his chest so he could reach out for her.

He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and trailed them down her sides until he had a firm grip on her hips and he arched his back out to lean over her. His temple pressed against hers and (Y/n) tilted her head up to capture his lips in a kiss. She could taste the coffee on his lips and when she bit down on his lower lip when he parted them, she felt his fingertips scratch into her hips causing her to gasp.

"If you're good, and promise to take it easy."

Eddie's assumptions had been right. An assessment and scan had proven that (Y/n)'s appendix had swollen up and become inflamed. If they had waited much longer it might have burst and caused a lot of complications.

Three hours later, Eddie was sat in the waiting room while (Y/n) had keyhole surgery to remove her appendix. And since she'd had no adverse reactions and seemed to be fine, they were going to discharge her this afternoon.

(Y/n) wanted to go home. She wanted to go to sleep in her own bed and be with Eddie and Chris, not laid up in here somewhere unfamiliar and unsettling. She could recover much better at home than she could here. They had painkillers at home which is all (Y/n) needed to take at the moment and she knew Eddie was going to be hovering around like a warden.

He wouldn't let her overdo anything, he would be on watch to make sure she got some rest.

"I promise. At least we don't have to worry about childcare this week." (Y/n) reached her hand up for Eddie's collar and gave a sharp tug to keep him hovering over her while her foot curled around the back of his ankle to drag him closer.

"This week?"

"What?" Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and her head tilted to the side.

"Uh-uh, don't try playing me, baby." The way he held her chin between his finger and thumb made (Y/n)'s stomach pool with adrenaline and she gasped when he tilted her head back and towered over her. "I spoke to the doctor. At least two to three weeks off work. No heavy lifting, no straining, nothing."

"Eddie…" (Y/n) drawled out his name and pulled her chin from his grasp so she could push forward. Her hands curled around his back and dug into his lower torso while she meshed her face into his abdomen, breathing into his shirt and inhaling his scent.

"Would you rather stay here?"

Her grumble was enough of an answer and Eddie smiled as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. His arm stayed curved around her upper back while his other hand moved to cradle the back of her neck.

He had spoken to the doctor already. (Y/n) was fine to be discharged today, but she had to rest. She couldn't go back to work for up to a month because she couldn't risk doing any heavy duty and straining the few stitches she had or tearing the internal stitches.

Their job was demanding and hard, it would be too much of a strain to go back to full duties right away. And Eddie wasn't going to risk her health, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with him.

"That's what I thought."

"Please take me home." (Y/n) tilted her head back until her chin was pressed into his abdomen and she could stare up at him.

"We're going home, mi amor. And you're gonna be good and let me look after you. Got it?"

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Airport Security

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authors note - this video gave me a few ideas to write with but this is the one i decided to write so i hope that you all enjoy. 💗

word count - 1.2k

in which, harry and his daughter madison have a tradition of going on a little father-daughter holiday, they first did it when she was six months old, just before her first birthday and now there doing it just before her second birthday, but today, let’s just say little miss is in a very cranky mood.

As Harry's Range Rover glided along the quiet road towards the airport, he stole a glance at his sleeping daughter, Madison, nestled cosily in her car seat.

Her hair, tied up in two adorable ponytails by his wife just before they left the house at the crack of dawn, bobbed gently with the rhythm of the car. Madison's dummy was nestled in her mouth, her little hand clutching her favourite stuffed bunny.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of his precious daughter, her peaceful slumber filling him with warmth and tenderness. The early morning light cast a soft glow over her delicate features, illuminating the innocence that radiated from her angelic face.

When Madison was six months old, harry took her on a little overnight trip so that the wife could have a bit of a break and then he took her to the Lake District just before her first birthday and now, with her second birthday vastly approaching, he had decided that they were going to spend the weekend in his Italian villa.

Father-Daughter holidays had quickly become a tradition in the Styles household.

As they neared the airport, Harry drove with extra care, mindful not to disturb Madison's rest. He reached back occasionally to tuck the blanket more snugly around her, ensuring she remained comfortable throughout the journey.

As the Range Rover rolled to a stop at the airport, Harry turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, his heart brimming with anticipation for their adventure ahead. With gentle steps, he made his way to the boot of the car, where Madison's stroller awaited.

Carefully lifting the stroller from the trunk, Harry marveled at how quickly Madison had grown, from a tiny infant to a lively toddler. He couldn't wait to explore Italy with her by his side, every moment an opportunity to create cherished memories together.

As Harry opened Madison's car door, he leaned in gently to lift her from the car seat, expecting her to wake up with a sleepy yawn. However, as he cradled her in his arms, he was met with a different response than he anticipated.

Madison grumbled sleepily, "Daddy, noooo... tired."

Harry chuckled softly, "I know, m’pickle, but we're here. S’a quick stop at the airport, then we'll be on our way."

But Madison wasn't having it. Her tiny fists balled up, and she kicked her legs in protest, "No, no, no! Sleepy!"

As Harry tried to settle Madison into the stroller, she resisted fiercely, her tiredness manifesting in stubborn kicks and squirms. Despite his gentle efforts, she continued to protest, her tiny form wriggling in his grasp.

"Come on, Maddy-moo, just a moment longer," Harry urged softly, his voice laced with patience and understanding.

But Madison was having none of it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried out, "No! Want Daddy!"

With a determined but gentle touch, Harry managed to secure Madison into the stroller, though her protests continued. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked up at him with pleading eyes, her bottom lip quivering with emotion.

"I know, pickle," Harry murmured, his heart aching at her distress. "M’right here with you.”

As Harry secured Madison in the stroller, her tired cries still echoing in the early morning air, he quickly retrieved the baby bag from the trunk of the car. With practiced efficiency, he slung it over his shoulder, ensuring he had everything they needed for their journey ahead.

Next, he grabbed the bags filled with their clothes, one for himself and one for Madison. Despite her tears and protests, Harry remained steadfast, determined to make their trip as smooth as possible.

As he locked up the car and began pushing the stroller towards the airport entrance, Madison's cries persisted, tugging at Harry's heartstrings with each step. He longed to soothe her, to ease her discomfort and frustration, but he knew that sometimes, all he could do was be there for her, offering comfort and reassurance.

As they approached the check-in counter, Harry heaved a sigh of relief as the process went smoothly, the airport staff efficiently tagging and loading their bags onto the conveyor belt.

Madison's cries had subsided slightly, replaced by quiet sniffles as she clung to her stuffed bunny for comfort.

With their bags checked in, Harry took Madison's hand and guided her towards the security checkpoint, a sense of apprehension gnawing at his stomach. Airport security was always a daunting prospect, especially with a tired and cranky toddler in tow.

As they joined the queue, Harry mentally prepared himself for the inevitable challenges ahead. He knew that keeping Madison calm and cooperative would be no easy feat, especially with the long lines and strict security measures.

As they reached the front of the security line, the security officer motioned for Harry to take Madison out of the stroller. Harry's shoulders slumped slightly as he anticipated Madison's reaction. He nodded in acknowledgment to the officer, trying to hide his apprehension.

"Sir, I'll need you to remove your daughter from the stroller for a moment," the security officer said kindly, gesturing towards Madison.

Harry forced a smile, his heart racing with anxiety. "Of course, no problem."

"Hey, Maddy-moo," Harry cooed, crouching down to unclasp the straps holding her in the stroller. "We just need to go through security real quick, then we can get moving again."

But Madison wasn't having it. As soon as Harry began to lift her out, she protested loudly, pushing his hands away and crying out in frustration.

"Hey, s’okay, pickle," Harry reassured her, trying to remain calm despite the rising tension. "We just need to do this real quick, then we'll be on our way."

But Madison's cries only grew louder, her tiny fists clenched as she threw her head back in distress. Harry could feel the weight of people's stares, their curious glances making him feel even more uncomfortable and self-conscious.

"Everything alright over here?" another security officer asked, approaching them with concern.

Harry nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, she's just a bit tired, that's all. sorry.”

As Harry placed Madison on the ground for a moment to fold down the stroller, he felt a knot of unease tighten in his stomach. He knew Madison was tired, but her behavior seemed beyond mere exhaustion.

As he straightened up, he noticed with a sinking heart that she had darted back through the security lines, her tiny figure disappearing into the crowd.

"Madison! No, sweetheart, come back!" Harry called out desperately, his voice tinged with panic. He quickly folded the stroller and abandoned it, pushing past startled travelers as he raced after his daughter.

"Sorry, sorry," Harry muttered apologetically as he pushed his way through the crowded terminal, his heart pounding in his chest. He finally caught sight of Madison, several yards ahead, running as fast as her little legs could carry her.

"Madison, stop!" Harry commanded sternly, his voice tinged with frustration as he closed the distance between them. "Y’shouldn't have run off like that. S’not safe!"

But Madison paid no heed to his words. She kicked and squirmed in his arms, her cries piercing the air as she pushed at his face in defiance.

"Madison, enough!" Harry's voice was firm now, his patience wearing thin. He grabbed her hands to stop her flailing, his grip firm but gentle.

“If y’donf behave yourself then we’re going back home,” he parented, stopping her hands from hitting his face once again. “Do y’understand, daddy?”

[jazzfordshire]

PRACTICAL MAGIC AU?!?!?

ABSOLUTELY, I have had this one in the dome for AGES but only now do I have the brain space for it. I only have one scene fully hammered out and it’s probably going to end up being a multichapter, but here’s a sneak peek:

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"Why would I ever fall in love? I've never seen it do anything but make people miserable," Lena says. "It killed my mother. It's the reason my stepmother hates me."

"None of that was caused by love," Sam argues. “Your mother got sick, and your stepmother hates you because she hates herself and needs to take it out on someone.” She fusses with Lena's hair, starting to make an idle braid in it while Lena scoffs.

"I beg to differ."

"I don't think you'll be able to stop yourself when it happens," Sam says. She finishes the messy braid, combing her fingers through it until it's untangled again. "You're only 11. What happens when you grow up?"

"And you’re only 13. I have magic," Lena shrugs.

"I don't think even magic can do that. You can't just hit an off-switch."

Lena's eyes narrow. She twists around to look at Sam, the cogs in her mind already turning.

"Actually, I think I can."

It's true that no spell exists to take feelings away. Once it's taken root, her mother's book says, love is a stubborn weed. It grows in all the cracks of the heart until it's taken over every inch of fertile ground. But what do exist are spells to give love shape – to mould it, direct it, make it brighter. To call for it to find you. Such spells are complicated, but Lena has always had a natural aptitude.

"So to keep yourself from falling in love, you're…casting a spell to…find love?" Sam says, her face twisted up in confusion as Lena wanders the garden gathering the herbs she needs. It's dark outside, and they're darting between shadows – the garden is here for the kitchen staff to pick fresh ingredients from, and the last time Lillian found her snipping rosemary she was confined to her room for two months.

"I'm calling for a true love," Lena clarifies. "Amas Veritas. I'm binding myself to a person that doesn't exist."

"How do you know they don't exist?"

"They can't. No person can fit all my criteria. And if they don't exist, I can never fall in love with them," Lena says, sifting through her pencil box full of herbs and flora. "I think that's everything I need. Come on."

It's too late for Lillian to be awake, but they tiptoe through the halls anyways until they reach Lena's room. The spell needs open air to work properly, so Lena sets up a circle of lit candles on the balcony, sitting on one side of it while Sam sits on the other playing with one of the lit wicks.

"So who is this impossible love you're calling for?" Sam says, hissing when she doesn't move her finger fast enough to keep from getting singed. "What’s Lena Luthor's soulmate like?"

Lena takes a deep breath, trying to summon the peace and concentration needed for such a complex spell.

"They need to be kind," Lena starts, setting one ingredient after another in the circle. They rustle in the breeze, but don't blow away. Oregano, chamomile, violet. "Marvelously kind. Loyal. And they need to hear my call from a mile away."

"A mile?" Sam says, leaving the candle alone to watch Lena work the spell. Lena has done magic in front of her before, but never anything involving this kind of ritual. "That's pretty demanding,"

"They'll whistle my favourite song," Lena says. A snipping of chamomile. Comfort.

"Which is?"

Lena doesn't answer.

"They're strong. Strong enough to lift…" Lena trails off, thinking. A car? A house? Lena doesn't care necessarily about measurements like that so much as what that strength could do. She wants someone strong enough to keep Lillian away. Strong enough to take her away from here.

"Strong enough to keep me safe," Lena finally decides, adding a clipping of lovage. "They know ten languages. They can hold their breath for 10 minutes. And they can make pancakes in funny shapes. Flip them in the air."

"Okay, that's at least reasonable," Sam says, munching on a few leaves of mint that Lena isn't using.

"They love my favourite pizza toppings."

"And that's asking too much," Sam finishes, tossing the stem over the balcony. "Olives and mushrooms? It's like you're not even a kid."

"They wear glasses," Lena decides in the moment, "but not because they need them to see. And they have blue eyes. The brightest blue eyes in the world."

"I'm more of a brown eyes person," Sam muses. Rather than distracting her, Lena finds that Sam's presence is actually helping her concentrate – keeping her mind happy, rather than dwelling on the anxiety that the idea of such a love brings her.

"And they need a great family," Lena says, her voice cracking a little as she lines up the last few herbs. "A mother who loves them." No, she thinks selfishly as she snaps off an extra piece of lilac – two mothers. Enough to love both of them. "They need to be indestructible. So strong that even a curse can’t take them away."

And finally, the one request that Lena knows will clinch it. She gathers a handful of rose petals, cupping them in her palm.

"Anything else?" Sam drawls.

"Yes," Lena says quietly. She looks up at the sky, the great big empty expanse she's dreamed about escaping to ever since the doors of the Luthor manor first closed behind her. Freedom. "They can touch the stars."

The magic starts to gather as soon as the last requirement is spoken. It swirls around her, lifting the spell's ingredients and floating them around her in a gentle spiral, making the candle flame flicker, before floating skyward. And to her alarm, as she sends the spell into the heavens, Lena feels a slight tug. Like a string tied to her ribcage has been pulled towards the sky, urging her somewhere else.

But it passes quickly. The string dissipates, her call to the sky fading, and Lena knows the spell didn’t work. Couldn’t have.

Perfect people don’t exist.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Spidersonas are the perfect exercise and I recommend everyone try -

Quick-Spidersona Exercises

How I use new Spidersonas as Artistic Practice

[A MEDIUM length post where I share ideas and exercises to create Spidersonas quicker and easier, while practicing your writing/art]

Spidersonas can be a great tool for any artist!

If you're a writer looking for a way to get better at character creation, research, and world-building - Or an artist looking for a way to get better at character design:

Consider trying out Quick Spidersona exercises as a fun way to do that! I use them all the time, because seriously, who says you can only have ONE Spidersona?

(I think I have at least 15-20 now - counting the eight named kids I gave Miguel & Moche)

I usual end up making at least one a week - and I find they're amazing for learning how to make characters quickly and in a really fun way.

Everything can be canon in the Spider-verse, including a sentient piece of Lego-Plastic and a Pre-historic Spider-saur.

Plus, with the Spider-Society being full formed, and canon events at your choosing, you have a loose template for a background - making it easier to throw them into the story.

I use a couple different exercises on making Fast-Sonas, and I thought I'd share some.

Here's a couple of my favorites! If you find this helpful, let me know!

1 - Hour Sona Challenge

Ever have a half-baked Spidersona Idea or come up with a funny crack Spider?

Give yourself an hour (or two) and go at it.

[This challenge is good for quick practice, Character Creation & Design]

Design them a suit as quick as you can, coming up with abilities and a rough personality.

You don't need to go into backstory if you don't feel like it, and it's a great way to get started

This is something you can do routinely - I do, I usually do this once or twice a week; And soon you'll have a full cast of sonas that can interact with each other!

It's great practice, and the more you do it, the easier it gets.

When you're doing it on the fly, or know it's just one hour - it can produce characters that are more natural, because you don't have time to second guess. Plus, since it's only an hour, you can get as silly as you want!

Stoner-Spider is an example of a 2-hour Sona Challenge.

Adapt-A-Spider

This challenge is good for Character Design

Make your own cross over!

For something a bit easier - Take a Non-Spider character and make them a Spider-person.

This could be anyone, from other Marvel characters, to Disney Princesses, Celebrities, and characters from your other fandoms. You can even make some of your old OCs into Spider-people!

For Artists - this can be a real fun challenge - try and blend the characters original outfit and design into a suit suitable for swinging.

For Writers - try to adapt their current background, and shift it around so they have 'canon events'. If the character you like has lost someone, the person they lost could stand in for their Uncle Ben or Aunt May.

Example: If you're looking to adapt Ellie from The Last of Us, losing Joel could be her Uncle Ben canon event.

This works for every character (basically). What if Black Widow ACTUALLY got bit by a black widow? Now Nat Romanoff is on campus. (Every Peter thinks she's an MJ cause the red hair at first).

No matter how ridiculous, you can stretch it. In Spiderverse, everyone is Canon.

If they can write a SpiderCar - you can write ANYTHING.

Some ideas are:

Celebrities, Animals (like SpiderCat or the Dinosaur), Princesses, Greek Gods, Historical Figures, Fandom Characters,

Mundane Spider

This challenge is good for: Character Building & Design

Not everyone is extraordinary. SOMEONE has to flip those McMiguel burgers goddamn it.

If making a huge story and traumatic canon events send daunting - just... Don't do it. Challenge yourself to make a Spidersona that's literally just a person.

Like a Target employee who got bit by a spider that came out a shipment. And now they have to work at the Society AND target. They wear the Target polo over their suit.

Pick a normal type of person, and challenge yourself to make them super.

Maybe a stay at home mom that got bit by a house spider, or a college student that got bit at the library. Any one could be a Spider-person! So don't worry that they're 'boring'.

Ideas for this:

A person based on your town/city, Random Professions, Teachers, Therapists, People based on hobbies you like to do (ex: Margo is eSports. SpiderCanada is hockey based),

History Spider

[This is good for Research]

History Buffs WHERE U AT?????

If you love a period of history - GO ALL IN.

Take the SpiderNoir and Hobie route.

If your Spidersona was from Ancient Egypt, what would they wear? If you really like the Medieval Era, would their city want to burn them at the stake?

For Artists - What would they wear? And how would the fashion trends of their time period effect their suits?

For Writers - What would be their real name, if it were time period accurate? How would they act and speak? Consider how they would adjust to things like 2099, and how their time period would effect their fighting style.

Culture Spider

If you're from a interesting culture or place, make a Sona for that!

[This is another great one for Research, as well as Character Design too]

I've seen it all, from my own IncaSpider, to Korean Spider-people and Romanian Spider-people.

For Artists - It's REALLY fun adapting traditional dress and colors into a Spider-suit, and you may even find yourself falling down a research hole.

For Writers - This can go DEEP. You can pick any time period of your culture and home. Things like their accent, their behaviors and traditions, and their backstory can all be reflections of your culture.

With HUNDREDS of years is material to pull from, using Culture as a back drop for a Spider can help them seem deep and natural. Plus, you can just Google clothing and use that as suit inspo

Ben Reilly - Mary Sue Spider

Arguably my FAVORITE. Not for the faint of heart.

[This is the best for everything - Literal SELF CARE I MEAN THAT]

BE CRINGE. DO IT ON PURPOSE.

Write a character that's super strong and effortless about it. Pavi is. And he's still a great character.

Write a character who ALWAYS looks kick ass and rides a cool motorcycle or plays a rad guitar - Jess and Hobie are literally THAT.

Want your character to be big and super smart with deep trauma that haunts them? - Ben Reilly and Miguel. The three of them can be a trio.

Challenge yourself to make the COOLEST MOST FLAWLESS DRAMATIC SONA YOU CAN.

Every time you draw something or write something that makes you cringe, or feels to OP or too much.

Good. Leave it in. Turn it up to 11.

Go all out. Draw your Instagram dream outfit. If you want your Sona in 12 inch heels - have at it!

'Oh but that's impractical and stup-'

They're literally a Super-Human. If Gwen can catch a helicopter like that, I think a Spidersona can manage stripper heels or Final Fantasy Hair.

What's the worst that can happen? You're doing it on purpose.

At the best, you'll make someone REALLY REALLY rad - like Hobie.

At the least, you'll make someone REALLY REALLY funny - like Ben Reilly.

Disco-Spider Diane is an example of this. She was probably supposed to be a completely self-indulgent, unhinged Sona.

So much so that she thinks she's perfect, even though she's a little bit naive, lazy, and in her own world. But because she doesn't care.. it's all good :)

No Logic Whatsoever Spider

[This one is just funny. Great one for Character Design and getting out of your comfort zone.]

Spider-Ham, Spider-Car, Spider Cat, LegoSpider, Spiderplush and SpiderPopsicle all have a club. The No Logic Whatsoever Club.

Challenge yourself to make a new member.

Break all the laws of logic. If something can be Spiderman, then it is or duty to make it so.

What's your favorite animal? Make that.

Can they put on the suit themselves? No? Who cares they're a Spiderperson-thing now.

Is there a funny art style you like - make a Bendy's style 1930's black and white silent cartoon.

For Artists - This is a great one. It can be as simple as drawing Spider-man merch and making it sentient. Or as bizarre as drawing a Dinosaur in a Spider-man costume.

For Writers - HARD MODE. For pure crack fanatics. Enjoy trying to make logic of this. Or don't. They are what they are.

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So here are just some exercises and ideas for those looking to strengthen their writing/art skills with Spidersonas.

They can be really quick to make, and you can always build on them over time, do a '1hr Sona Update' Challenge, run them through canon events and see them change.

Having multiple spidersonas can be fun, make writing easier, and it's great practice that translates everywhere - into world building, character design, research, and a lot of other creative skills.

Literally theres no need for just one! The Spiderverse is open to any Sona, no matter how bizarre, mundane, or self-indulgent!!

If this gave you and ideas or inspiration, let me know. If you try a challenge, I'd love to see too!

And as per usual if you've read this far: Here take this as a token of my gratitude

Go forth, create, and kill cringe with your bare hands. Smash it into a moving train. That usually does the trick.

Bye.

[truetogaia]

mihihihih look at him snuggling hes so adorable

pairing: jake x na'vi!reader

genre: fluffy smut, 18+

notes: I'm back in my soft jake brainrot era and so obsessed w the "morning lovers" theme ARGH!!! My main thought is dilf!jake but yall can imagine whatever version u want :)

warnings: EXPLICIT AND MATURE THEMES, p in v, v penetration, foreplay, no protection, no pull out oopsies.

word count: ab 1k!

!NOT PROOFREAD! I Jake sully masterlist!

The warmth of the morning sun enveloped the two of you where you laid, snoozing in a loving embrace. Rays of light painted your skin with golden spots as they crept in through the cracks of your secluded hut. Your home. A very loved home, where you and your beloved resided, and in which the two of you had shared many precious memories. 

Your eyes fluttered open as a light beam hit your face, pupils dilating and contracting, struggling to adjust to the brightness. A strong pair of arms were wrapped around your middle, slightly restricting you as you moved to stretch your sore, aching muscles. You groaned as you stretched out fully, failing to ignore the pain.

“Damn I must’ve tired you out real good last night, hm?” Jake’s croaky voice startled you. He chuckled at your expression, mouth slightly agape, lips puffy in that “newly woken up” kind of way. A warm smile settled upon your features as the two of you relished in this tender moment. Arms and legs intertwined, chests rising and falling synchronized, eyes sharing that feeling of deep love and endearment. 

Jake placed a light kiss on your nose, bringing his hands up to gently hold your face as he peppered it with kisses and pecks, making you squeal and squirm. His hands wandered down your form, until they found their resting place on your hips. 

“You’re so beautiful,” His mouth traveled to your jaw as he spoke, voice raspy from just waking up, “so amazing,” his kisses trailed down your neck, turning sloppy, “so soft.” 

His sudden affection caused a heat to set between your plush thighs, your need for him growing rapidly with every sloppy kiss pressed onto your burning skin. His hands wandered further down, gliding across your smooth skin. You felt his digits ghost over your inner thighs, then tracing a line down the center of your clothed cunt. He slipped one finger beneath the fabric, moving it to the side to slide a digit through your soaked folds. 

“Damn, I’ve only kissed you and you’re already this wet? My poor sweetheart.” He cooed, placing a kiss to your temple before moving his fingers to rub circles onto your neglected clit. Your slick quickly coated them, earning a chuckle from your dear mate. “Haven’t even touched you that much, and you’re almost ready to take me. Such a needy girl, yeah?” Jake slipped one finger inside of you, then added another one as your soft moans grew in volume. 

He couldn’t help himself, your sweet noises and the sound of your squelching cunt played like a soft melody in his ears. He quickly undid his loincloth, removing yours equally as fast. 

“Jake, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” A giggle left your lips, before they met his in a sweet kiss. He groaned into your mouth, slightly taken aback. Now it was your hands wandering, down his tummy, over every curve of his muscles. He pulled away to gasp as you wrapped your warm hand around his rock hard cock, pumping it in a painfully slow pace. 

Jake placed his hands on your shoulders, carefully moving you to lay back. He hovered over you, eyes laced with love as he marveled at your beauty, completely enthralled by your features. 

“I love you,” He kissed your cheek lovingly, “so much.” A doting smile graced your features at his affection. You cupped his face, bringing him into another kiss. His hand wrapped around his length, pumping it a few times before he brought it to your wet entrance. Jake gently placed a hand under your thigh, casting your leg on his broad shoulder.

He pushed in slowly, tip first, relishing in the way your hot cunt enveloped him, kissing and nipping at your inner calf. He sank into you, letting your velvet walls mold after the shape of his cock. You hummed as he bottomed out, eyelashes fluttering as you adjusted to the intrusion, ears twitching at the sensation of him stretching you out. Oh, but it was delicious, the way his cock fit perfectly, like he was made specifically for you. 

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”  

He beamed at the nickname, beginning to move his hips, bucking into you with languid and tender movements. Gently cupping his face, you brought him into a sloppy kiss, his cock thrusting in and out of your squelching heat. Your moans were muffled by his soft lips, working on yours, swallowed up by his tongue which was eagerly exploring your mouth.

He broke the kiss to get some air. Truthfully, he wished he never had to pull away for air, he wanted to kiss you all the time. Oh how he loved you, his beautiful mate. Your noises were soft, quiet moans escaping your plump lips with every rhythmic buck of his hips. He smiled as his soft gaze wandered, taking in every curve that formed your body, the pattern of your stripes, the placement of your glowing freckles. 

“Damn, princess, you’re a pretty lookin’ thing.” 

You giggled at his teenage behavior, feeling a familiar knot begin to build in your abdomen, growing bigger as Jake pumped his length into you. You reached for him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and then you heard it. A low, rumbling sound coming from somewhere deep within him. He purred as you ran your hands along his back. Nobody had ever purred in your company before. 

Your focus shifted as Jake’s thrusts became sloppier, growing lazier as he, too, came closer to his release. 

“Shit, ‘m g’nna cum, baby. Y’close?” You couldn’t speak, couldn't utter a word as immense arousal and pleasure coursed through you. “Yeah I bet you are.”  Jake’s cock prodded at your g-spot with every languid movement, every grind into your hips. “So, so pretty.” His digits found your neglected bundle of nerves, the pad of his thumb now rubbing you in sync with his sensual thrust. 

“Hmmn Jake..” The knot in your abdomen finally snapped, slick gushing out of your poor, throbbing cunt. Jake followed suit, spilling his warm seed into you, overwhelmed by the way your pussy clamped down on his cock. He kissed your forehead as he pulled out, falling into you as you opened your arms to him.

As both of you came down from your highs, limbs tangled in a warm, sticky embrace, you suddenly remembered the noise he made. Deciding to ask him, you looked down, only to find him snuggled up on your chest, breathing heavily. He was asleep. 

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for — it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ღ 1.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ღ Fluff, angst (I've gotchu chronic illness bbys), a bit of a confession

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ღ I am going to admit that I openly sobbed while I wrote this one, so take from that what you will. For those that feel like our Sugar here... you're not alone.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ღ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 10 — Massage — Masterlist

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The day had started well enough. Your pain levels were manageable, and your head was clear – clearer than the past few days, at least. 

But, of course, it couldn’t have lasted. 

Bucky had left to do errands. He had smiled at you and kissed you on the forehead before he went out the door – his dark jeans and sweater the barrier from the cold he insisted he was fine with. Soon after he left, a heavy, leaden sensation engulfed every muscle and bone of your body, claiming your eyelids soon after. 

“Baby girl?” a voice whispered above you, and your eyes fluttered open – when had they closed? “Baby, are you alright?” You blinked, and looked around. Bucky was standing over you, his hand on your shoulder and a worried furrow between his brows. “Hey, you–what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you croaked, and you tried to sit up, only you didn’t get far before you winced in pain. “Shit, how long was I out?”

“Dunno, sweetheart,” Bucky answered, crouching down so he was eye level with you. “I came back and you were dead to the world.” 

It was then you noticed that he was dressed in a grey sleep shirt with red plaid pyjama pants. The clothes he left the apartment were long in the hamper, it seemed. You glanced around the living room and grunted in acknowledgement, then tried to sit up again. 

“No, relax a second,” Bucky cautioned, and his hands moved to rest on your thighs. “Just chill a minute, baby–you feeling okay?”

“Everything hurts.” The words, uttered in an almost silent whisper, were the final crack in the dam. Silent tears filled your eyes and streaked down your cheeks.

Bucky leaned in closer, his face mere inches from your own. “Oh, baby girl,” he breathed, and he kissed the tear tracks with such softness it only made your heart swell. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed. Lemme help you.”

With slow, steady movements and Bucky’s help, you were on your feet and headed towards the bedroom.

“I’m gonna help you relax, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, settling you on the side of the bed. “Can you lift your arms up for me, or do you need help?”

Shame curdled in your stomach at the words, and Bucky must have noticed, because suddenly he was all you could see – his face so close to yours once more, his hands on your thighs, and a sad smile on his lips. “There is nothing wrong with asking for help, honey. It is my pleasure to help you–you’re my girl, my everything, and you know I am going to do everything in my power to make you feel better. Understand me, Sugar?”

A sob crawled its way up your throat, and it fell from your lips before you could clamp your mouth shut. Bucky clicked his tongue and leaned closer, enveloping you into his arms and cradling your head into his neck. “It’s alright, sweetheart–it’s alright. I’ve gotchu. Let it all out, baby girl."

You clung to him like a lifeline, unwilling and unable to let go of the raft that had been cast your way after so long of struggling to stay afloat. 

Moments passed in his arms, and you finally pulled away slightly, hiccuping and snivelling weakly. “I’m sorry-” You tried.

Bucky glared at you, a frown on his lips. “That’s enough.” He leaned back a little, and grabbed the hem of your shirt. “I won’t have you apologising for something you cannot help, baby. Now, I’m gonna take this off, and then your bra.”

You looked at him quizzically, unphased but curious. He shook his head with a smile. “I’m not gonna fool around with you, sweetheart. I’m gonna get you to lay on your stomach, and then I’mma rub your back, alright?”

“M’kay,” you mumbled back, the exhaustion had made your mind foggy and thoughts slower than molasses. “Thank you.”

Bucky nodded and pulled your shirt up slowly, mindful of your arms and the movements necessary to remove it before he folded it and placed it down on your bedside drawers. He moved to unclip your bra and you shivered at the brush of his fingertips on your back. “Ticklish, huh, baby?” he chuckled. You swatted his thigh in retaliation. 

Your bra came away and Bucky placed it on top of your shirt. “Alright, lay down for me–get comfy.” The soft cotton of your duvet brushed the bare skin of your stomach and breasts, and you shivered again. “Are you cold, honey?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, and Bucky nodded.

“I’ll get you a blanket,” he said, digging into the chest at the foot of your bed. 

A moment later you were settled in the middle of the bed, on top of the covers with a pillow under your head that you hugged to your shoulders with your arms. “‘M comfy,” you said around a yawn.

Soft fleece appeared in your vision, and you felt the plush material brush over your bare back, settling itself to the contours of your body. “I’ll have to move it to uncover your back, but you just lay there for me, baby,” Bucky said. The mattress creaked as he knelt onto the edge, and he walked on his knees to straddle the back of your thighs. “Are you good for me to sit, Sugar?”

You nodded, and Bucky settled his weight onto your thighs, just below your ass. The presence didn’t stir a carnal need, rather you felt safe, protected under his weight. 

The sudden pressure of Bucky’s weight as he leaned over you, caging you firmly into the mattress, made you grunt in surprise. “You’re warm,” you said, muffled by your mouth being half covered by the pillow. 

“Good.” Bucky kissed your shoulder, your neck, then your temple. “Relax for me, baby girl. It’ll help.” His weight shifted off of your back, then the blanket dragged down your skin until it rested on your lower back. “If at any time it hurts too much–or you just want me to stop–say so, baby, alright?”

You hummed an ascent, and Bucky’s hands finally touched your back, the callused and warm skin of his palms – a gentle pressure that made goosebumps erupt all the way down your arms. 

Bucky worked slowly and tenderly over your shoulders, moving up and down from your neck and then down your arms, before moving back up and repeating the ministrations down your back. It was divine. Each pass of his strong hands made the knots in your rigid muscles loosen and fall away, leaving behind a relaxation that made you moan quietly with relief. 

Soon enough, you had slumped wholeheartedly into the sheets and comforter, a heap of muscle and bone that felt much better than when Bucky had started – his quiet coos and soothing praises worked on your mind, while his hands tended to your battered and exhausted shell. 

“You doing okay there, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, and you nodded feebly. “You’re doing so good for me. I’m gonna move further down your back now.”

“‘M’kay,” you replied sleepily. Bucky chuckled and his hands eased down your back, his thumbs pressing firmly either side of your spine. “Feels good.”

“I bet it does, Sugar,” he replied, placing his hands on your lower back and pushing upwards. “Poor thing–your back is all knotted up, baby.”

“‘S why I have a handsome boyfrien’ to take care a’me,” you mumbled – exhaustion had seeped from your bones and muscled with each of Bucky’s movements, and you felt so sleepy it was a wonder you managed to even speak at all. 

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Bucky breathed. “Always gonna take care of my girl, my baby. Always.”

Something shifted, clunked in your mind, and before you could stop them or clamp your mouth shut around the words, you said, “Love you, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t pause in his movements, rather, you felt his smile in his hands. “I know. And I love you, too.”

The words washed over you, and you let them carry you away into a state of calm, of relaxation – you knew Bucky would stay and take care of you. He loved you.

Fate had a funny way of working, was your last thought before you succumbed to the last wave of sleep. 

hugs and forehead kisses x

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[jakeikeu]

morning warmth || sjy

genre: fluffy drabble. you are married!! with kids!!

warnings: suggestive, but barely. grammar is def incorrect...

word count: 0.8k? tbh i didn't count this time

synopsis: you’re settled in the best of places. these are your typical mornings married to jake.

The autumn air is crisp with a bite, but the rays of sun contradict. It feels too good on your skin to go back inside despite the lack of clothing covering your body. A silk robe sits off the shoulder, wrapped tightly around your waist. A gift from Jake given to you on a night where the stars were shining the brightest. Buying it because it reminded him of your touch.

"Mellow and gentle", he would whisper to you, lips pressed softly against your temple. For you and the stars to hear.

A small smile graces your features at the passing memory, you bring the robe tighter around your body. The cup of coffee sits empty on the balcony table and bustles as your knee gets caught under the table attempting to stand up. Rubbing the soreness away you re-enter the warmth of your home, empty mug in hand, and bring the balcony doors to a close shutting out the cool breeze. Your feet shuffle towards the vinyl record player, bringing a gentle sound into the air. The kids have been out the whole weekend with their grandparents. Home clouds itself in soft quietness from the lack of their rowdy presence.

This is your last day off and your last day of peace and tranquility, so you spend it in the arms of your lover.

Making your way back to the bedroom where the sunlight gazes through the blinds and casts its shadows over the sleeping lump on your bed. The blankets and pillows are set array. Jake lays on his back with his mouth hung open while his chest falls up and down with every breath he takes. The blankets are bunched around his waist so you fix it to cover his whole body similar to the way he does to you on a late night homecoming finding you fast asleep on the couch.

Slowly crawling onto the bed, you lift the heavy duvet and bring your body closer to Jake’s. The shuffling brings out a small groan from the male, lips smacking as he shifts to bring you in closer by the waist, engulfing you in warm comfort. His breathing evens out again, and you’re left admiring the features of his face. Your fingers gently brush over the side of his face until your palm meets the tan of his neck, splaying your fingers just over the curve of his jaw. Your touch is electric and undisturbed and Jake feels it too as he nuzzles into your palm placing a small peck right in the center.

You stare for a few more moments and marvel at the way your heart continuously beats in endearment for him. The blossom that starts in your chest surrounds your body as Jake cracks one sleepy eye open taking a glance into your own before scrunching them back closed with a stretch of his limbs and a loud groan coming from his throat. His arms find themselves at home around your waist once again before rolling over onto his back bringing you on top of him. Lifting your head to look down on him you press a long kiss to his lips.

Jake sighs once you pull away, his arms flexing around you tighter, chasing after your mouth. “good morning,” he mumbles placing his lips on yours after each word, brushing your hair behind your ears.

Loving you for years and he still stares into your eyes like it's the first time.

“your breath stinks,” scrunching your nose at him despite the fluttering in your belly.

“you kissed me first.”

Closing his eyes he basks in your warmth for a moment longer.

“when’s breakfast?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You hit his arm in response and using his chest as leverage, lift yourself up onto your forearms looking at him with the most serious face you could muster, “when you brush your teeth.”

You let out a laugh as he slams his head back on the pillow in defeat eyebrows scrunched and begin to maneuver yourself off his body when he moves to sit up. Settling back into a laying position as Jake crawls over your body to stand on the wooden floors. He stretches his arms over his head and you thank the heavens he sleeps shirtless as you watch every ridge of his muscles twist this way and that.

Noticing you staring he lets a slight smirk grace his features before attacking your stomach with wiggles of his fingers. “mmm baby it's only eight in the morning,” sweet voice overbearing your screams of laughter

Satisfied, he leans in and presses his lips to yours once again and let's go with a soft bite to your bottom lip, weaving his arms under your knees and back before straightening with you in his arms.

You stare at his features for the second time this morning as you let a stray thoughts cross your mind hiding the smile crawling up your face in his neck and let your nose slightly brush along it, inhaling the scent that is solely him as he walks towards the bathroom with you in tow, setting you down on the sink in front of him.

His fingers are soft and delicate when he runs them along the tops of your thighs. From his place standing in between your legs, he towers over you and you lean back on your hands to look up at his eyes. He can’t help the chuckle he lets out as he thinks of your first encounter. A cluster coffee spills, Jake’s stutters, and a rare complement of his smile coming from you that you still tell him to this day.

“i’m so in love with you.” he lets the smile shine through.

“i love you most.” and it’s not until you're halfway to the kitchen when Jake realizes you're gone.

And when the smell of breakfast wafts its way throughout the house, Jake's stomach roars as the scent reaches his nose all the way upstairs. He stampedes in just at the right moment when you settle the plate of cooked bacon down on the counter and his body collides with yours rounding his arms around you from behind before lifting and spinning. The sound of your giggles brings him a certain happiness that nothing else can as he settles you down gently before nuzzling into the side of your neck taking a deep inhale.

“c’mon baby, I called my parents over for breakfast and they’re bringing the kids back. I need assistance here,” you kiss the side of his head.

“let’s stand like this for a few more minutes,” is whispered into the side of your neck. The movement of his lips are light, but it’s there.

And so you stay for a few more moments. Swaying slightly side to side with the music from earlier this morning still permeating its sound throughout the living area. Hearts full of love. Sim Jaeyun, the only one capable of making your heart flutter with a simple stroke of his hands upon your arms.

The next second you're thrown off momentum, and the only thing you could comprehend is Jake's evil laugh before you’re settled on top of the counter. The space between your thighs occupied by Jake's body again. Your heart beating faster and your breaths heavier as Jake's hands burn a hot trail from the tops of your thighs to undo the tie of your robe. It drapes open to reveal the simple black bra and underwear, but that’s enough for Jake to salivate. His pupils dilate with a sharp inhale he lets out through a groan.

“just give me five minutes I can be fast,” his hands curl up your sides to the small of your back to bring you in that much closer. He brushes his nose along the column of your neck, open mouthed kisses following the same pattern before trailing down to graze his teeth over your clothed nipples.

“we can’t, the kids.”  you stutter out, but tilt your head back to welcome more of what he's giving you. His kisses turning into little bites and his little bites turning into harsh sucks leaving red splotches in their wake and your core clenches.

"my baby's so dumb and I haven't done a thing yet."

The harsh ringing of your phone and the vibrations coming from it that scare you two apart. Heavy breathing filling the void as you scramble to answer it with a shaky hello almost dropping it in the process.

“mommy!” you smile wide hearing her voice before it’s cut off by the voice of your father.

“we’re headed to the store, do you need anything?” he offers a harmless chore.

“no, thank you! ...mhm I love you too!” setting the phone down after the call ended.

You look over your shoulder to see Jake cutting fruits. He momentarily stops to look up at you following the structures of your face before moving down to glaze over your neck. His eyes snap back up to yours where he sends you a wink with a smirk overcoming his features and resumes cutting the fruit like nothing ever happened.

Brat.

a/n: omg hi guys! i would say i'm back, but the last time i wrote was like years ago and i deleted everything from then lmao so technically this is my first official something. hope you guys like it and show it some love. stay tuned! <3

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Read you Mind | MV1

To think that we could be casual You're not my friend And, baby, you never were Why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?

pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

warnings: angry max ig, reference to a sexual relationship

word count: 1.8k

note: again this isn't based on the entire song, just a couple of lines of the song. also english isn't my first language so any corrections feel free to let me know and any feedback is welcome :)

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Max and you found yourselves entangled in each other's arms, a familiar situation after spending the night together. The warmth of your body contrasted with the unspoken emotions weighing heavily in the room. Max lay awake, contemplating the complexities of your relationship and the words he longed to express.

The morning light crept into the room, casting gentle rays on Max's face as he watched you sleep peacefully beside him. He marveled at your beauty, the way your hair fell softly across your cheek, and the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. But beneath the surface of your physical intimacy, Max felt an undeniable longing for something more.

As he traced the outline of your face with his fingertips, Max couldn't ignore the persistent ache in his heart. He had grown tired of the ambiguity that hung over your connection. It was time to address the unspoken tensions that had been brewing between you.

Breaking the silence, Max's voice finally emerged, tinged with frustration and longing. "You always say you need to be alone. But whenever we're together like this, it feels like you want more from me than just a physical connection."

You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding Max's gaze. "Max, we agreed to keep things casual. I've made it clear that I'm not ready for anything serious."

Max's frustration boiled over, his voice now infused with anger. "Casual? Is that all I am to you? A convenient distraction, fulfilling your physical needs while disregarding my emotions?"

Taken aback by Max's outburst, your eyes widened. "Max, it's not like that. I care about you, but I can't offer you what you want right now."

Sitting up, Max's voice trembled with anger and vulnerability. "You acknowledge that you may be crossing a line. Well, you've crossed it. You made me believe there was something more between us than whatever we have going on. You've wasted our time, my time, by stringing me along, giving me false hope."

Your face crumpled as the weight of Max's words sank in. "Max, I never meant to hurt you. I didn't realize the impact of my actions, and I'm sorry if I led you on."

Max let out a bitter laugh, his anger giving way to resignation. "Sorry isn't enough. You've left me feeling confused and used. It's not fair to me or our connection."

You reached out, your trembling hand attempting to touch Max's arm. "Max, I never intended for things to get so complicated. I care about you, and I never wanted to jeopardize our friendship."

Max recoiled from your touch, his wounded pride and bruised heart pushing him to create distance. "You're not my friend, and you never were. Friends don't treat each other this way. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when it's not."

Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice cracking with emotion. "Please, Max, I don't want to lose you. I don't want our friendship to end because of this."

Max's anger began to subside, replaced by deep sadness. "I need time to heal and reassess what I want. I can't promise our friendship will remain the same after this. I need space to figure things out."

Silence enveloped you, the weight of shattered expectations heavy in the air. The room, once filled with passion, now felt cold and distant. Max couldn't deny the hurt and betrayal he felt, but he also recognized the genuine pain in your eyes.

Your voice broke the silence, your words barely audible through your tears. "Why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine? Because deep down, Max, I didn't want to lose you. I was scared of losing the connection we had, even if I couldn't give you what you wanted."

Max couldn't bear the burden of unexpressed emotions any longer. Anger and frustration bubbled up inside him, fueled by the pain of feeling used and discarded. He took a deep breath, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and vulnerability.

Max's anger surged through him, his emotions bubbling up like molten lava. He felt betrayed and fed up with the uncertainty that had plagued your relationship for far too long. The weight of unexpressed desires and unfulfilled expectations had become unbearable, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

You watched Max, your eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear. You had never seen him this angry before, and the intensity of his words cut through you like a knife. You had underestimated the depth of his feelings and the impact of your actions.

With each word, Max's voice grew louder, his frustration seeping into every syllable. "Damn it! Y/N" he exploded, his voice echoing through the room. "I can't keep pretending that what we have is meaningless. Every time we're together, it's like fireworks are going off inside me. I'm tired of hiding it, of being the one who always compromises. I'm in love with you."

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding against your chest. The gravity of Max's confession hit you like a tidal wave. You hadn't expected him to reveal his deepest emotions so forcefully, and it left you reeling with a mix of guilt and longing.

As Max continued to pour out his feelings, his voice cracked with vulnerability. "You have no idea how much it hurts to see you treat our connection as disposable. I'm not just a placeholder. I deserve to be loved. And if you can't give me that, then I need to walk away."

Your eyes widened in shock, unable to utter a word. The room fell into a heavy silence as Max's confession hung in the air.

Max's anger subsided, replaced by a sense of profound sadness. "You have no idea how much it hurts to see you treat our connection as disposable. I'm not just a placeholder. I deserve to be loved and wanted for more than just physical intimacy. And if you can't give me that, then I need to walk away."

Max's angry outburst shook you to your core, causing you to recoil as if struck by a sudden gust of wind. His words cut through you like a knife, leaving you feeling vulnerable and frightened. You had never seen this side of him before, and it sent a wave of panic surging through you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, your body trembling uncontrollably as you struggled to compose yourself. The weight of Max's anger bore down on you, making you feel small and defenseless. You desperately wanted to explain yourself, to make him understand that your intentions were never to hurt him.

Your tears fell in earnest now, tracing paths down your cheeks. You struggled to steady your voice, your vulnerability laid bare. "I… I didn't realize," you managed to whisper, your voice quivering with a mix of fear and sorrow. The weight of Max's anger bore down on you, making you feel small and defenseless. You wanted desperately to explain yourself, to make him understand that your intentions were never to hurt him.

Your voice trembled as you continued, your tears blurring your vision. "Max, I never wanted you to feel that way. I was wrong, and I'm so sorry. I care about you more than I can put into words, and

I never wanted to jeopardize what we had," your voice filled with a mixture of desperation and sincerity. "But, Max, you know I love you," you added.

Max's gaze softened as he looked into your tear-filled eyes, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions. He saw the depth of your remorse and the truth in your declaration. He squeezed your hand, offering support and reassurance.

"Schatje," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, "I love you too."

As your eyes met, the weight of your shared commitment settled between you, igniting a renewed sense of possibility amidst the wreckage of your fractured connection. The room, once filled with anger and fear, now held a flicker of hope and the potential for healing.

Max took a moment to absorb your words, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. "So, what does this mean? Do you want to be together?"

You nodded, your voice steady with determination. "Yes, Max. I want to give us a chance. I'm still scared, but I want to be with you."

A wave of relief washed over Max as he realized the walls between you were finally crumbling down. He pulled you into a tight embrace, your bodies merging in a mix of passion and reassurance.

As Max and you held each other, a sense of relief washed over you. The heaviness that had clouded the room lifted, replaced by a renewed warmth and hope. The unspoken tension that had plagued you for so long was replaced by a deep sense of reassurance and possibility. Max's anger had served as a catalyst for change, and now you both stood on the precipice of a new chapter in your relationship.

Max leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. It was a kiss infused with years of unspoken desires and a promise of an unexplored future. Your lips intertwined with a gentle urgency as if to convey all the words that had remained unsaid.

Your heart soared as your lips intertwined, the taste of passion mingling with the sweet promise of a newfound connection. It felt like the missing piece had finally fallen into place, and you couldn't help but smile against his lips. The love that had remained hidden for far too long was now allowed to flourish, and you embraced it wholeheartedly.

Max's heart swelled with a mix of emotions as he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of vulnerability and the unburdened truth. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing the pain you both had endured but also reveling in the newfound clarity. He had longed for this moment, to be able to express his love without fear or hesitation.

A soft smile spread across your faces as you kissed, a mutual understanding shining in your eyes. It was a moment of deep connection, where time seemed to stand still. As you parted, you leaned your foreheads against each other, your breaths mingling in the shared space between you.

In that moment of quiet intimacy, you exchanged unspoken promises. Your foreheads touching, you savored the comfort and familiarity of each other's presence. It was a moment of silent communication, where your hearts aligned and the weight of your past struggles began to fade away.

You remained locked in that tender embrace, finding solace in the silence and the unspoken language of your love. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together at that precise moment, urging you to embrace the depth of your connection.

With renewed strength and determination, Max and you shared a smile before your lips met once more. You allowed yourselves to get lost in the sweetness of the kiss, savoring the depth of your emotions and the promise of a future intertwined.