#since it will definitly be a LONG process

[mehoymalloy]

Ok so no one asked for the potential ramifications of Imogen taking off her circlet in this past episode in the Let Me sequel but I am thinking about it so y'all are gonna get it.

So let's say Otohan doesn't take the circlet from Imogen in the crevasse scene during the Solstice (you know, that hot moment where in response to Matt saying 'You want to attack her? You can't see her,' Imogen cooly says, "I don't have to see her.") So let's say Imogen keeps the circlet, and the bond is deadened for weeks.

Otohan, who had gotten used to having all these glimpses of Imogen at her fingertips whenever she liked, or even just the vague feeling of the warmth of Imogen's presence in the back of her mind, suddenly has that all snatched away. Searing heat becomes a dying ember, the faintest flutter imparting that Imogen is alive but nothing more; no more flitting thoughts, no more sharp conversations, no more dreams, even. And to Otohan's disgust, she misses it. But she has a job to do, and logically, she's better off without the distraction.

Maybe at most Otohan gets echoes of Imogen's feelings during her worst moments. The agony of a demon nearly biting Imogen in half. The horror at seeing Ashton shatter. The fear of losing Laudna for one long night. And even these faint echoes are maddening.

Then one day, Imogen removes the circlet. The tether between them, worn down to nothing but a frayed thread, suddenly surges with life. Heat races along to fill Otohan's mind until it hurts, weeks worth of thoughts and memories and experiences flashing behind her eyes too fast to process. Otohan has to grit her teeth and concentrate hard to even understand why amidst the sudden and overwhelming influx of information.

She hears Imogen say, "why would I take away a strength?"

And something cold and sharp and pleased surges from Otohan to Imogen then. From the moment they met, this is what Otohan has been urging Imogen to do. She slaughtered Imogen's friends before her eyes in order to push Imogen to embrace her gifts. For the entire existence of this mysterious connection between them, Otohan has had to watch Imogen stifle herself, stifle her strength. And it has pained Otohan because Imogen deserves more, she is more---if she would only seize it.

Hearing that soft question though a long-repressed bond now wide open between them is so satisfying. Almost as satisfying as that day in a blood-soaked street of Bassuras, watching Imogen rip apart an entire city block with her mind.

So Otohan does exactly what she did then. She smiles, and she says, with genuine and strangely gentle fervency, 'I am proud of you.'

Back then, all of Imogen's fury had curdled into fear that made her sick to her stomach.

Now, Otohan has the unique priviledge of feeling Imogen's reaction before she can repress it. Her pulse spikes at the sound of Otohan's voice in her mind after so long without it, and something that is decidedly not nausea squirms in her stomach. Otohan's pride flows freely through Imogen, and before Imogen can strangle it, something is reflected back to Otohan. Something almost shy, laced with shame and so faint but neverheless there. Imogen's own subtle sense of pride at Otohan's praise. And though Imogen immediately smothers the feeling, Otohan senses it all the same, and she certainly won't let Imogen forget it.

[knullanon]

I wanted know how you the platonic Batman react to finding out that there darling (let’s say they haven’t been forced in the fam yet) had abusive parents? Like would they speed up the kidnapping

I'm so sorry this took so long! I have a new system now that I hope I can uphold of one fic or headcannons on sunday just so that its at the start of the week and also I usually have enough time to get it done by then. I hope you enjoy this!

batfam with reader who has abusive parents

words: 739

warnings: verbal abuse, physical abuse mentioned, manipulation, lmk if I missed any!

batfam wouldn't just realize it, they would already know about your situation from the start of their obsession. however, depending on the severity, they'll do it in different ways.

if the abuse is more verbal, they will definitely use it against you. every time you have a fight with your parents, it's an opportunity for one of the family members to sweet talk you to them. they are practically waiting for you to just up and leave, so that they can step in and act as your new family.

I would think that they would send dick out to you instead of anyone else, just because of how good of a manipulator he is. especially since the reader would probably be college age at this point, he would be able to act like an older brother to them and stray them away from their parents.

bruce would also definitly use his ability to act fatherly as well. every time you visit, and he knows you haven't had a good time with your parents, then he'll be more present then he would be say if dick was trying to talk to you. whether it be he'll congratulate you on your test score, or how he's proud of you, he knows that you crave validation from someone, and he's happy to give it to you.

other family members would be good at this too. tim would help you with your class work, and explain what he's working on at that moment. damian will show you new animals he's fostering and let you help him, even probably keeping one that you really liked to try to encourage you to visit often. cass, while very quiet, really tries to hang out with you and have fun with you. duke is just very happy and chipper in general, so it's not hard to talk to him. even jason, when he's around, is very nice to you in comparison to his own family.

alfred probably has your favorite, however, as every time you feel like you have no one to go to when you're feeling down, he's always there, and offers good advice. also, he probably has your favorite foods memorized so that's also another point.

when the time comes, eventually you will notice how you feel more at home with them than you do with your own family. which is exactly what they wanted. everything worked out to plan for them, as they wanted you to come to them on your own terms.

they won't drop the act once you go to them, by the way. because most of it had true intentions. of course, they'll make sure that you never knew that they were aware of your home situation the whole time. because then, their little, happy family picture of themselves will be ruined, along with your trust in them.

now, if the abuse was anything equal or above physical then yes, they would speed up the kidnapping process. it would more happen as in either they would have one of the family members who you knew more closely would take you aside one day to somewhere where you could talk.

they then would try to convince you as best as they possibly could, without revealing much detail on how they knew, about how you should leave them. that they have a place for you, where you can get your priorities straight and finally leave the household for good and be your own independent person (not actually what they were going to do, of course, just persuasion).

if it works, then they'll keep their word. you'll be taken to the manor, and given the utmost respect from the family. it's almost like a different, but better and new family. of course, you'll feel so loved and happy that you'll forget all about the whole talk they gave you, which again, is what they wanted.

if it doesn't work, they will spike your drink. they understand that you might have some concerns about their trust, but they can assure you that you are safe with them. again, persuasion from this family will work. they are going to keep you with them, until the end of time.

also, any of these situations they will get you a therapist. they might even act as if one of the family members is a therapist, probably barbara or duke, to bring you in closer to the family.

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I did it! yay! getting it started is the hard part ig o(￣┰￣*)ゞ anyways, next week is probably gonna be either New Years Eve pt 3 or another ask from my ask box. I cant tell at the moment, just because I have like 3 asks that are almost done, but I'm halfways one with pt 3. but I'll decide! and New Years Eve will be updated! love you all! ヾ(￣▽￣)

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I can't believe that people who supposedly care about the mental health of their favorite say that Kakashi is stupid for staying in Konoha since they led to his father killing himself, it's as if they don't know that everyone handles trauma differently, on top of that, they call him a liar for saying "everyone is already dead" when he has Gai, but they forget that he does take Gai into account when he talks about having found precious friends, gosh some people need to learn how to read

He absolutely does take Gai and others into consideration. Like his whole thing is ‘fill the hole in your heart with new bonds’

Like obviously he has stated that while he has definitly lost precious people he has also gained new precious people. Ya the words can be taken in ill faith i guess but you have to ignore what he says next to Sasuke, and even what he says to Obito in their fight

Kakashi’s whole thing is not living in darkness

Not dwelling on what you have lost because that can only destroy you, and that’s what it does to Sasuke. It destroys him. He focuses so much on trying to avenge the dead that he forgets to care about the living

And that’s not to say the dead don’t matter or that there arn’t things to be done to avenge them

But in doing so you cannot toss away the new people in your life. That’s why Kakashi only talks about this to sasuke at this point

Because before even when Sasuke rightfully wanted vengence he was still able to create new bonds, but because of his latest interaction with Itachi and Itachi’s taunting

At this point Sasuke actively tries to break his bonds and uses a move meant to cut through his enemies, that Kakashi taught him in order to help him survive against gaara, against naruto

And in the process him and Naruto almost killed Sakura

Kakashi wanted Sasuke to stop and think about what he was throwing away in his desperation to seek revenge, and he got through to Sasuke

Sasuke was listening until the sound four swooped in and beat him up and taunted him, telling him explicitly to ‘break his bonds’

The exact opposite of what Kakashi was trying to tell him.

Also you’re very right. Everyone reacts differently to trauma and while Kakashi’s trauma kept him in the village it was never for the village. As a kid yes, he stayed to try and be the opposite of his father. To probe he was nothing like his father

As an adult he stayed to protect his precious people. Leaving would mean severing his bonds. Leaving behind everyone, and that’s something Kakashi can’t do. He clings to friends. He’s desperate for new connections and he will do anything to protect those connections

Man cut lightning to protect Gai, he’s not going to leave the village no matter how bad things get as long as his friends are there because he would never forgive himself if he left and they died.

[andreal831]

Hello, just a fellow The Originals fan here. Do you think Jackson could have been a better character if the writers decided to make him part of Hayley's biological family, instead of a love interest?

I think as a brother, or even as a cousin, he would have worked better. He being so protective of her as a wolf in season 1 would make more sense, he would want to protect his long lost sister and unborn niece, instead of following her just because she's his fiancée.

Jackson would care more for Hope as he did her stepfather, maybe seeing her as a second chance, after not being able to protect Hayley in the past. Having lost his entire family as a child, he would relate to Hayley losing her child in some kind of way and definitly would not abandon her. After Hope's return, I could see him working with Elijah to make the wolves of the bayou their personal army (to avoid the wedding plot, maybe Davina o Freya could find a loophole and resolve the situation as such).

So... Sorry for possible grammar mistakes, this is not my first language, and... well, I'm waiting for your response

Hi love! Thanks for asking!

I absolutely wish we could have seen Hayley have actual family. She searched her whole life for her family and even sacrificed 12 of her friends for their location. Only to find them and essentially be rejected by them, except for when she has something to offer. I love found families, which is why I love her connection to the Mikaelsons, but I would have loved for her to build that connection with her pack. She began to have it with Eve, but after Eve was killed, we don't really see her build that bond with anyone else.

This is where the show failed to develop a love triangle. I don't like love triangles, but especially this one. Even when I don't like both ships, I can usually see why people are torn. But in order to make the audience torn, you have to make the character torn as well. We don't really see that from Hayley. She isn't torn between two men, rather torn between a man she loves and the simple life she wants. She likes the idea of marrying Jackson because he represents the life she could have had if her parents hadn't been murdered. And this is only after she is forced to even consider it in order to save her daughter. They didn't have to completely remove him as a love interest to make them have a better relationship. They simply needed to invest in the character/ relationship.

We can compare this to the other love triangle in this fandom. I liked early Stelena and can't stand Delena, but I can see why people ship them. People were shipping Delena since season 1, even when it seemed that Stelena was endgame. This is a successful love triangle. But people shipped them because we saw moments between Delena where he was vulnerable and she felt like she was the only one who could fix him. We could see them begin to develop feelings, even just familial ones. We don't get scenes like that with Jayley.

Every moment of vulnerability we see from Hayley is with Elijah or even Klaus. For Jayley to be a competitive ship, I needed to see moments where Hayley was opening up or Jackson was being vulnerable. I needed to see some connection between them other than just being from the same pack or being betrothed. I also needed to see Jackson understand that Hayley wasn't Andrea. He was so busy trying to "save" her from the Mikaelsons that he never realized how similar to them she was. They could have had her tell him about how she helped get 12 wolves killed and have him have to process/understand that, understand who she became because his grandfather killed her parents. They had a complex history and really could have been a complex ship. But we never get to see them share anything personal and develop that complexity.

Which brings me to your point. If Jackson had been related, it would have really changed the dynamic. Hayley would still feel torn between her family and the Mikaelsons but it wouldn't have been so difficult. We don't really see Hayley taking Jackson's romantic interest in her into consideration in season 1 at all. She really only mentions it to push Elijah to act. Other than that, we don't see any romantic connection. They basically were just family. But the real shift would be the hierarchy of the pack.

One thing I've mentioned that I hate about the Crescent pack is the confusing hierarchy. Part of this is due to the fact that the pack actually split in two and developed two different "royal" families. My other issue is the monarchy aspect. Packs are meant to be led by the strongest members, members who are chosen or earn it, it doesn't matter what family they come from. This is something they seemed to ignore in TO because they wanted to position Hayley and Klaus and King and Queen. I hated this. Hayley was always referred to as a queen, even having the pack kneel for her (ew), while Jackson is referred to as the alpha, not the king.

If they were related, theoretically, one of them would have a better claim to the pack rather than being from rival families. To me, Hayley or Aiden should have been alpha. We don't see Jackson ever step up for the pack the way we see Aiden and Hayley. In a normal pack, if the alpha runs off and someone else steps up, they would challenge that position. But here, Jackson just comes back and resumes his position. I would have liked to see a challenge. This is why monarchies are bad. They are allowed to rule no matter what they do, they don't have to improve or even try.

You're definitely right about the protective as a wolf thing though. I was always confused by what level of understanding the pack had as wolves. We are told in TVD that the wolves don't remember when they turn and don't have control. This is what makes hybrids different. But the Crescent Wolves seemed to remember their time as wolves and even control it. Maybe this is due to the curse or just one of many plot holes, who knows. But we already know that the wolves naturally are drawn to family. Ansel was drawn to Klaus as a child and then to Hope in his wolf form. That would have made sense for Jackson to be drawn to Hayley as his family and his wolf being protective. I don't think it would make sense to say his wolf was protective simply because of an arranged marriage.

It also would have shifted Jackson's motivations. To me, it felt like every interaction between Jackson and Hayley was motivated by Jackson's desire to fulfil his childhood dream of marrying his lost Andrea. It broke my heart for Hayley that the first chance she gets to meet her family, Jackson tells her he is disappointed by it and the rest of her family just ignores her. I would have loved Jackson to hold off on the obligations and just get to know Hayley. Maybe ask how she's feeling about being pregnant or offer her some stories about her (their) family. If he was biologically related to her, this would have been more of her focus. And to your point, he would have been more interested in the baby since it was his family. It would have been more impactful to see them bond over losing their family, of being forced out of their homes. They really did have a lot they could have bonded over but the show just didn't let them.

It would have made him take Hayley more seriously as a political leader of the pack, rather than just a potential wife. The pack was terrible at politics and part of this could have been because they lived most of their lives as wolves. They should have welcomed Hayley's experience and intelligence and even her connection to the Mikaelsons. Ironically, the pack had the arranged marriage because they understood it could help create peace between the warring packs. You would think they would understand Hayley's connection to the Mikaelsons could do the same thing. Hayley even bonds with Davina and could have gotten the witches on their side. They could have worked with the Mikaelsons and even the witches to come up with a better solution.

Another issue I have is that the unification ceremony gives the pack the power of the alphas, but why wouldn't Hayley just taking over the pack and them swearing their allegiance to her give them her power? The magic just felt so forced. There seemed to be a lot of better options.

Essentially, he didn't need another story line to be a better character. He needed better writing or more time.

Sorry this was so long but I hope I answered it all!

[alarrytale]

If your version of events is true then you’re okay with Louis is okay exploiting a child. I don’t get how this is not incredibly apparent to you. If your version of events is true, the moral thing to do is Louis settling for a smaller self funded career if he’s passionate about music so a child wouldn’t have to be exploited in the process.

Hello, anon!

No. I'm not okay with Louis or anyone exploiting a child whatsoever. No matter if it's out of his hands or not. That's why i haven't bought his album or gone to one of his shows. I don't support him monitarily. Same goes for H. I don't want to fund this stunt. Okay?

Also, babygate has more to do with Harry than it does Louis, as i see it. Bg was bought on by Sony to silence the larry rumours because they are a threat to Harry's career. Harry's career is where the money is and what Sony cares about. I've talked about this many times before. So it doesn’t matter if Louis ends his music career as long as H and L are still in a relationship. Because larry is the main threat to Harry's solo career. Louis is a lesser threat to Harry's solo career, but if Louis gets big enough he will bring the larry rumours with him, so he's being held down and sabotaged. Bg is damaging Louis' solo career, so if he could end it he definitly would. But it's out of Louis' hands. The question is if Harry ended his career (i'm not sure he can, depends on contracts) if bg would end... If H and L weren't in a relationship bg wouldn't be neccessary at all.

So there are two ways out of it (from Sony's pov); Harry ends his career (Sony doesn’t want that of course) and L and H break up (Sony has pushed for this since day one).

So as you can see this isn't black and white. It's intricate. If there were easy solutions to all this H and L would have fixed it already.

[keigosbirdie]

Hey, I am new to your blog. So I dont know if you are into nsfw. How do xou think would Keigo react when he comes home and finds y/n masturbating?

If only sfw is allowed I am interestet in your opinion how would his first date look like (with a confession maybe?)😊

Well, this is an NSFW fanfic blog 🤣

Hawks walks in on you, huh? And they're living together so they're very close. I mean, if he came home to that after a stressful day he'd likely offer a helping hand. To get a little loving in and to let off some steam ;) "Ohhhh, you poor thing. I haven't been taking good enough care of you, huh? I'm here now. You don't have to do that all on your own." 😳

Yes bird boy you may be my assistant lol.

And when it comes to first dates, I'm not sure sure!

Since Hawks is so strained in the canon timeline I don't usually imagine him to intentionally set up dates. Poor guy is booked up. Though I like to imagine they happen on accident sometimes <u< probably something silly.

You are at the agency late helping with a project. You've managed to get fairly close to Hawks. Close enough that he thought of you walking alone in the dark doesn't sit right with him. He offers to walk with you. Conversation shifts from work to deeper conversation. Hopes. Fears. He realizes how rare these conversations are for him. Even moreso, how honest he feels he can be in your presence. How nice it is to walk that close. And how he wishes you lived a little further away so it wouldn't end.

Oh!! A little rain! The perfect excuse to stop by this little ramen shop and offer you dinner, to wait it out of course. And not for any other reason at all moat definitly jts just the rain. You're both still talking. The rain stops but neither of you notice. Calls from sidekicks start rolling in to check on him. By the time its over the 20 minute walk to your house took four hours, and it takes him almost just as long to get back as he processes what just happened 🤣

In this scenario I don't think a confession would come until much later on, but there are lots of situations where it could be possible, depending on the relationship and any outside forces. Like, if its a prohero team up situation where they are almost always together and survived a lot of herroing situations the need for a confession may feel pretty intense. You never know if you'll still be here tomorrow, being a hero.

[isabellehemlock]

pluto taurus scorpio 2H 11H :D

Aw thanks for the ask Wolfie! 🤩❤️ It's another long one so I'll put it under a break :)

pluto ⇢ tell something supernatural that happened to you

Oh boy ~ well bearing in mind that I'm in a shared space and likely could have someone rolling their eyes at me for any of the stories I got, maybe I'll have you DM me and I'll share those there lol.  But basic gist: I've had enough experiences where I feel very secure in my belief of an afterlife.

taurus ⇢ what's your favorite food?

I don't know if I have a fave food per se, for multiple health reasons, but I can say I tend to lean towards bread and pasta options that are fairly plain when I do order things (I don't tend to be able to taste multiple ingredients in a dish - mostly in relation to chronic sinuses, so no sense in spending money on complex dishes when some noodles and cheese will do the trick lol).  I do joke that since I'm not too much into sugary stuff this body of mine is a pasta and bread body, not a sugar one lol.

scorpio ⇢ do you feel comfortable talking about taboo things?

I think it depends on what, and for what purpose?  Like I have worked in human services and done mediation work and am very open to discussions of trauma and the healing journey.  I've heard some heavy things, I've lived through heavy things, that society would consider "taboo" to discuss - only we can decide the boundaries around discussions of these things (like trauma is valid, *and* you cannot use it as a weapon to lash out at others), and depending on how detailed someone wants to get I might need to schedule that sort of heavy subject matter, but I'm definitly open to being a sounding board as someone is processing feelings and gently encouraging resources they might like to look into, or even virtually sitting in the discomfort with them for a moment because trauma likes to declare "you are alone in this" and I think in a moment where I'm able to say "I'm listening with an open mind, and open heart" that that can help combat that narrative.

Of course I'm only speaking for myself, and in general we should always do check ins first - even among friends - before we start, and even during the conversation, so if someone needs a break they can tap out and tap back in when ready. And also everyone has their own emotional boundaries and no one should feel forced to be more vulnerable with someone, or be held responsible for someone else's journey - or be guilted to holding space for someone. Just yeah, check in with someone first ;)

Since I'm in fandom for the fun, light stuff, I do have a fairly firm self policy on the kind of content I want to invest energy consuming - this is partially because I do a *lot* of emotional and mental labor with both my own healing, but also because I'm an advocate among my family's health issues (including my own), a legal co-guardian of an adult family member, special needs children, and volunteer where mediation and inter personal dynamics are fairly at the core of it - but anyway, it's a big reason why I don't engage with certain tags in fandom because the work it would require to consume would tap me out. And like I said, I'm here for some art therapy for processing and healing sure, but in general I use fandom as play therapy to lighten things up with the rl things I got going on.

However all that being said, I'm very open to someone sharing a hard time they're going through, because I know my boundaries and capacity for holding space for someone - and if I need a break, I'll gently point that out *and* plan for a time to come back to it.  If it becomes a subject matter that I'm unable to hold, or validate (like someone with toxic behavior who is trying to harass etc), then I'll place a boundary around that as well.  But all in all, I've heard plenty, been through plenty, and am good one on one talking about heavy things, especially under the context of processing to heal and growing on our journeys.

2H ⇢ do you have any object that you like a little too much? what is it and why?

I'm fairly decent about not placing too much importannce on materialistic items (probably because I grew up poor lol), however one object I've been wearing for years is my St. Dominic medal - I received it when I made my temporary promises as a Lay Dominican, and use it as my scapular essentially.  About a year later a local priest gave me a Miraculous Medal, that had been blessed by the Holy Father, so they both clang around my neck for some three years now lol.  I'm making my final promises next month, but I'm not sure if I'm adding anything else to the necklace!

11H ⇢ describe your friends in 3 words

Loving, playful, inspiring ❤️

[doctenwho]

Happiness is Homemade

Hello! Sorry it’s been a while, I wasn’t quite sure where to take this? I like stepping out of my comfort zone, and writing babies is definitly out there! Thanks for the request!

Apologies that this is a bit shorter than usual, I just really wasn’t sure how to write new baby fluff, but hopefully it’s okay!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,231

Summary: Read the Prompt above :)

(Picture is not mine, credit to the creator!)

Alec can’t help but stare down at the beautiful baby in the hospital bassinet. He’s captivated by the baby. The small, tiny little human who’d come into the world just a few hours earlier. The last time Alec had felt this captivated by anything was when Daisy had come into the world all those years ago.  

Beside him, reclined in the hospital bed is (Y/N), sleeping after a long night of labor and pain, but out of that had come their son. She’d done all the work of it, while he’d stood idly at her side coaching her on and being supportive of the process, excited to meet their little one. It was one of the best days of his life, up there with the day his little girl was born.

“’ello, little one,” Alec greets, hand snaking into the bassinet to stroke the back of his finger across his son’s tiny little cheek. He’s so small, Alec is almost afraid to touch him. “We’re very happy you’re here.”

The newborn stretches just the slightest bit, mouth opening into the cutest little yawn Alec’s seen in upwards of fifteen years. He stares down, unable to wipe the grin off his face as he watches the newborn move against the restraint of the swaddle he was tucked in.  

He carefully slips his hands under the newborn, lifting him cautiously before cradling him against his chest as he moves to the armchair he’d spent the past few evenings sleeping in after (Y/N) had been admitted towards the end of her pregnancy. He reclines back with the swaddled infant, just looking at his small face and rounded cheeks.  

His son makes little noises, and then his eyes are slivering open, unfocused and wide. He can’t see yet, Alec knows, but that doesn’t stop him from grinning at the child like he was a treasure to be found. One hand brushes along the infant’s cheek before settling to card through the soft tufts of hair on the baby’s head.

The baby had his mother’s eyes. Beautiful and bright, and Alec is immensely happy his son got one of (Y/N)’s prettiest features in his opinion. The baby’s hair, tufts of his own reddish-brown locks—a full head of hair that the nurses had smiled over when he was born.  

The baby’s nose definitely belonged to (Y/N), but most of his other little features Hardy remembers his little Daisy coming out with too. The side-by-side newborn comparison would be adorable—they could almost be twins, Alec’s sure.  

He hadn’t seen a more perfectly newborn since he’d held Daisy like this when she’d first come into the world. His heart hadn’t been this prideful, and happy since that very moment.  

He was holding his son this time around. His baby boy. He’d secretly always wanted a son too. The perfect combo—a daughter and a son—but then Sandbrook had happened and the divorce shortly after that. He’d never really thought he’d find another person he’d love enough to even consider having a child with.

Until he found (Y/N). He’d known from the moment he laid eyes on her that she was the one. She sparked feelings in him he hadn’t felt since he’d first started dating his ex-wife.  

Alec smiles fondly down at the newborn who stirs just the slightest bit, limbs giving the faintest struggle against the swaddle he’s wrapped in before he relaxes and settled back into sleep. He’s so cute Alec doesn’t know what to do with it.  

“You look adorable holding him,” (Y/N)’s voice mumbled from the bed, and it was only then that Hardy realized she was awake. Bleary eyes looking at him and their son, smile small but so incredibly real it made Alec grin in return.  

“The adorable is all this guy,” Alec replies, slowly sitting up straight and standing slowly to join you on the bed. “I assure you, that’s all his mother bleeding through in his features.”

“I don’t believe that,” your eyes lit up as they fell on the child in Alec’s arms, a fondness at seeing the man you love cradle your newborn son in his arms filling your chest, “he looks a lot like his daddy.”

Alec couldn’t argue with that. Pride blooms in his chest as he stares fondly at the baby in his arms, standing idly by your beside from a moment before leaning down cautiously.  

He carefully passed the newborn down into your arms, before perching on the edge of the bed to watch over the both of you. His arm eased around your shoulders, and you didn’t resist leaning into his side, cradling the baby to your own chest as you stared down at him. Alec couldn’t seem to drag his attention away either.  

This was the family you’d always wanted too. You’d always dreamed of having a baby with a perfect man. Alec was far from perfect, but he was the closest you’d come, and couldn’t have been happier than you were in this moment.  

“I didn’t know I could love anything as much as I love him,” you admitted quietly, tearing your eyes away from the baby to look up at Alec.

Alec gives a hum of agreement, just enjoying sitting with you and the newborn baby. It was the first time the three of you had sat together, since you’d been exhausted after delivering the baby and could hardly stay awake. The newborn had been whisked away to be cleaned up and have a checkup—being measured and weighed for the birth certificate.  

He’d only been brought back minutes prior to you waking up.  

Alec had stayed by your side, only stepping away to make phone calls—to Daisy, and Ellie and, well, that was about it—and to check in on little baby Hardy. You’d wanted to be the one to tell your friends and family, and doing so had slipped your mind, but you knew you’d get around to it soon, after the daze for your son’s birth finally settled.  

You didn’t really want to be overwhelmed by friends and family so soon after your son’s birth, but you’d get into contact with them because you knew they were itching to meet the baby.  

You’d managed to sleep after the baby had been born, but not much longer than a couple hours. You’d been awoken by the nurse who’d returned the newborn in the bassinet to your hospital room, leaving quietly as to not disturb your sleep after spending the night in labor.  

You weren’t exactly a light sleeper, nor a heavy sleeper, but you were certainly a light sleeper now that there was a small being depending on you. It was odd, how easily the wheels of the bassinet on the tiled flooring had woken you up, but you were glad considering you’d seen Alec being so soft with his newborn son.

You only wish you could’ve been around to see his first time being a daddy back when Daisy had been born. You couldn’t imagine him being anything but a doting father. Things had been a bit rocky for a while, when Alec had left Daisy with her mother when he’d first moved to Broadchurch, but you could tell he loved his daughter more than anything.  

And it was no different than how he was staring down at the baby boy in your arms.  

Alec reached over to stroke the baby’s cheek again, gazing down fondly, almost as if to prove your thoughts. His smile was light, but it stretched ear to ear, prideful and joyful as he gazed down at the child.  

“How does it feel to be a daddy again?”

“Amazing,” Alec breathed out, gaze finally pulling away from the baby to settle on you, “I... missed this. I missed her being so young; holdable. Teenagers aren’t quite as cuddly. He’s perfect, don’t you think?”

“Perfect,” you echo, leaning forward to press a kiss on the child’s head. “Speaking of Daisy, will she be coming to meet her new baby brother?”

“Yes,” Alex smiled with a fond laugh, arm reaching around your shoulders and fingers settling on the newborn’s swaddled feet, “she’s incredibly excited. I told her to finish up her classes for the day, but she’ll be catching a bus to Broadchurch this afternoon. I’ll be picking her up from the bus stop around six.”

“I’m glad,” you smiled. You’d been with Alec long enough that Daisy was practically your child too at this point. She spent weekends, most holidays and all long weekends down with the two of you, and had expressed on different occasions that she preferred to be with you and her father than with her mother.

You were sure her new baby brother would only add to the preference.

You loved the teenager, and she loved you as well. She’d been ecstatic when you and Alec had announced the pregnancy to her.  

Wrapping around the both of you and hugging you tightly. She even been spending her allowance from her mother on baby items she thought were cute and came down for a week to help the two of you build the nursery.

It was adorable how excited she was to have a sibling. Alec had been nervous that Daisy would’ve been upset, so seeing her so excited had definitely thrown him for a loop—especially as the young girl wrapped you in a hug as her father stood gaping.

“Millhur’s just waiting for the call to come meet him, won’t let up on it. Never seen her so excited.”

“Maybe in a few hours,” you let out a light laugh, eyes falling back to the now sleeping newborn, “Daisy should meet her baby brother first, but then I don’t mind Ellie coming around. Maybe she’ll have some words of advice for me, she went through this not that long ago.”

“Millhur’s always got advice,” Alec agreed fondly. His eyes settled on his son, “she says she’s got some of the boy’s old clothes for us if we’d like them. I know we’ve already got a full closet for him and all that stuff from the baby shower, but he definitely won’t stay this small for long.”

“Can’t hurt,” you shrug, trailing your fingers through the baby’s soft tufts of hair, “babies do grow like weeds.”

“Tell me about it,” Hardy jokes, “it feels like Daisy was this small just yesterday. Now she’s a teenager, and is interested in boys and... God, I don’t even want to know. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

You let out a light laugh, eyes still stuck on the baby.  

He didn’t have a name yet—it was a big decision. You and Alec had different name ideas, and could barely agree on anything past Alec for his middle name, even though Alec hated his first name. You liked it, and it was a nice little idea for him to have his dad’s name somewhere in his name.

His first name however, you were hoping would come to you after meeting the baby. You and Alec had bounced ideas around, Daisy even offering a couple on her last few visits. You’d even scoured the internet and baby books for name ideas, but none seemed right for you son.  

You stroked your fingers over the baby’s cheek, smiling down at him as Alec watched over your shoulder. “What do you think about Emmett?” you asked him softly.

The question was both to the baby, and to Alec, who’s face scrunched up thoughtfully.  

“Emmett...” He tested it, frowning, “Emmett... Emmett.”

You resisted the urge to laugh as the baby curled in closer to you, making a little grunting noise that melted your heart. Alec was still frowning hard when you glanced up at him, his face pulled back in disdain as he thought about the name, clearly trying to bring himself around to the idea of it.  

“Noh,” Alec shook his head, “Noh, I don’t like it.”

You did laugh at that. It was the same why he spoke about his own name, which was always a bit funny too you. “I don’t know, he seems to like it,” you teased.  

Alec furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at the newborn, who grunted once again, shifting in the swaddle almost as if he could feel eyes on him. The man deflated, hand coming down to stroke the baby’s rosy cheek, “you think?”

You shrugged, pulling your arms up so the baby was cradled closer to your neck as you leaned back into Alec, “I think he’ll like whatever we decide, don’t you?”

The man bit his bottom lip, gaze softening, “maybe Emmett wouldn’t be the worst?”

“So not off the table?” You teased with a laugh.  

“Well...” Alec cleared his throat, “maybe under the table on the floor?”

“I can live with that,” you snorted a laugh, leaning into Alec’s side, snuggling in even tighter. “I love you.”

Alec leaned over to press a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you too.”

His gaze dropped to the newborn, “and I love you too, little one.”

“Little Emmett,” you joked, wanting nothing more than to annoy Alec a little. You could tell he was already softening about the name suggestion despite his initial dislike.

“Don’t push it,” Alec laughed, settling his cheek on top of your head. “We’ll discuss it.”

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Hopefully you liked this! Thanks once again for the request, and thanks for taking the time to read! As always, if it’s not what you were looking for, feel free to prompt again! 

Also, if you’ve read some of my other things, you’ll know I’m awful at naming things, so there’s a little nod to the American version of Broadchurch, Gracepoint, where David’s character’s name is Emmett, just incase you haven’t seen it :P Feel free to name the baby whatever you desire though!

[thestarsanctuary]

this is my first time doing a Mexican Reader so bare with me here y’all

KARASUNO AND AOBA JOHSAI WITH A MEXICAN MANAGER

Pronouns: She/Her but for the most part You.

Mexican! Reader

KARASUNO

The Karasuno team was not used to having 3 managers. Let alone a foreign one. Since you arrived from Mexico, you had introduced yourself to Tsukishima and Yamaguchi who had thankfully taken a liking to you. After a few months of getting used to the culture you saw that they were both apart of the Volleyball club. At that point you knew you just had to come and and check it out!

The first time you came wasn’t really much of a greeting. Yamaguchi had lended you his notes since you had been absent and you wanted to return them before the next day so you went to the gym and saw....well....boys. Lots of them. In a millisecond- all of their eyes were on you.

“Um...hi? I have this for Yamaguchi- where is he exactly?” You asked. You had seen some of these people around like the orange haired boy, and the black haired one as they were constantly together.

“Oh yeah he’s probably in the club room, I’ll go get him for you!” The grey haired boy said as he gave a concerning grin and ran off, leaving you with the collection of eyes watching your every move.

“So! You guys like volleyball...I do too! That’s cool” You beamed, trying to create conversation. The orange haired boy bounced over.

“YOU DO?! DO YOU PLAY?!” He asked excitedly, which made you feel a little relieved.

“No I don’t, but I used to watch all the time, I love the game.” You responded with a smile as he nodded his head in understanding.

“I’m Hinata Shoyo! I’m a middle blocker!” He grinned as he waited for the natural response to his position, but it never came. You just smiled and gave him a calm response. “Cool!”

Hinata felt himself feeling a little more shy. Maybe it was because you weren’t in disbelief or because he suddenly realized that you were a lot closer than he thought, but he shook it off and backed up as Yamaguchi came out of the club room.

“Hey y/n! Guys this is y/n! She transferred here a few months ago.” He explained as you gave them all a wave like you just came. Despite being there for 5 minutes. “Yo!”

Once you left Tanaka and Nishinoya felt their souls return to their body as they ran to Tadashi.

“YAMAGUCHI! YOU KNOW HER?! HOW?! IS SHE SINGLE?!”

“DID YOU SEE HER SMILE?! SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL” They ranted, stars in their eyes as the green-haired boy chuckled just a little.

“She’s in me and Tsukishima’s class, pretty smart if you ask me.” He responded.

How you got in as a manager was a pretty simple task. Yachi was supposed to take over for Kiyoko but she found herself struggling with the technical parts of being a manager rather than interactions and moral. And that- is when you stepped in eager to help in any way possible. So you did.

The boys already liked you when you came into the gym the first time, I mean after getting Tsukishima to tolerate you it was simply a downhill battle and it’s not like anybody was against another manager as long as they got to play.

These guys were extremely protective of you. You were this foreign first year who oh so easily volunteered to take on the job of helping handeling these kids, how could they not love you?

And that protection lasted EVERYWHERE. Somebody flirts with you? Daichi already there. Somebody insults you or your food? Nishinoya already got their number and will be telling them it’s on sight.

The girls love you! The girls nights are weekly because where could you find people to complain about and laugh at the boys to in secret? You shared with them recipies for your Chicken with Mole, and they helped make you some one time. You made the rice while they tried a hand at making the Mole and while they...struggled...it came out good and it was the effort that they valued the most!

Now since you’re Mexican you ate what you were familiar with for the most part. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Japanese food, of course not! But while you lived in Japan you didn’t have your family with you and food was the only way you could stay connected. So in your way of melting together the two cultures you sometimes made things for the team, including the coaches!

The team won a game successfully? No injuries or mishaps? Horchatas for everybody at your house no hesitation. Hinata actually got double digits on his test? Give that boy some of Enchiladas of his choice asap! The team loved your cooking! And you enjoyed giving them a taste of your home, it was a special thing between you all!

Sometimes on your bad days you would struggle with being the person you usually were. You seemed quieter and more timid when giving advice in tips. You were quite frankly, hiding in a shell the whole time. So when that happened the first time, the team decided to do some team building! They took you to an arcade [despite you refusing multiple times] and you played games all day. Watching Tanaka try and convince you that he is an amazing dancer definitly brightened your day. And even if he made a fool out of himself he didn’t mind. His lovely manager was smiling, what more could he ask for?

Overall- they all like to have you around and don’t know what they would do without you. probably die.

AOBA JOHSAI

Now with this team? It’s spoiling galore.

The first time they met you was when you were a second year transferring from Mexico and that already made you stand out from everybody else but that and the fact that you were somehow friends with Iwaizumi? Ohhh that set it off.

First off- you were a second year. Second off- not even Oikawa knew about you. What is happening?!

It turns out, you had met Iwaizumi because you lived near his family and on numerous occasions had asked him where everything was around here are as you walked to school together. You went to a separate place in the school when he went to go meet the team so you never met him until the night when Tooru slept over Hajime’s house and saw you knock on his door the next morning ready to walk.

Tooru opened the door cautiously wondering why you were outside his best-friends house in the uniform for their school. Wait- were you confessing? Did you find out his adresss and go to confess? He had to let you down easy- simple.

“Hi! I’m looking for Iwaizumi?” You said. You knew who this was you weren’t oblivious, but you had never met before so you had to introduce yourself.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re here for but Iwaizumi is not looking for a relationship right now because he is way to busy trying to pull up his trash gra- AH!” He squealed as Iwaizumi choked him by the back of his shirt.

“Shut up. Is it time already?” He asked you with a completely different tone than the one he had used with Tooru. Were you perhaps-dating?! After you nodded, Iwaizumi invited you inside while he got changed. Tooru started at you with wide eyes before walking over to you.

“So....are you and lwa-Chan secretly dating?!” He said as he got closer, with a wide grin on his face. You had known he was a character but he was really something right now.

“No?! Not at all actually I- I’m new? To Japan, I’ve been here for a few months and he’s been helping me figure out where everything is in this neighborhood.” You quickly explained hoping he would back up at least a little bit. It was as if he heard you and backed up.

“Oh- so what’s your name then pretty lady?” He said grinning. You were a little flustered and brushed it off to tell him. “That’s a beautiful name. Where you from then? If you’re new?” He asked and you explained you were from Mexico.

“Wow! I know a few words in Spanish!” He said as he recited the most basic words you had ever heard and somehow still goofed up the pronunciation. But he seemed so proud you almost couldn’t tell him he was wrong. But you did.

You became the manager because you seemed to be one of the only people Oikawa would listen to, because Iwaizumi listened to you. It was a cycle.

Once the team met you it was like love- at first sight~ You- this girl who has somehow made it so that people magically do what they’re supposed to do? Pls come immediately and shower these boys in affection.

They’re aggressively affectionate. Iwaizumi gives you headpats all the time for n o reason. None. We can all tell he favors you because even when you joke with Matsukawa about him and basically makes fun of you he’ll take it because your so nice.

You want a drink? Iwai will give you 10. Feeling a bit lonely? Matsukawa will give up his playful nature and give you a hug for as long as you’d like. Oikawa’s fangirls getting under your skin? Kunimi’s clearing that place out asap goodbye.

One time when the team was bumed out because they lost a match against Shiratorizawa, you made them all Horchatas and they were immediately like “...what is this ma’am” and you had to laugh, and they were all sitting so confused but smiling because your laugh was quite cute to them [loud or not] and you had to explain that it contained rice actually, as well as some nut milk and cinnamon [however you like them, they’d probably inhale it no matter what] and they enjoyed those things so much you brought them for every single last game until their last one.

One time, Kyotani actually asked if you could make him one for his birthday! He was so timid about it because he didn’t want to admit how much he liked it- but he was desperate. There was nothing worse than talking to people but you always seemed so nice to him, no matter how he reacted. So he asked. And you actually made him some as well as some Tacos de Papa that you had made the night before from Lunch. He graciously excepted and even listened as you explained how much you enjoyed making them because of the process and how you were happy he liked them. He even laughed and you two talked for a while that day.

Another time, you had been feeling homesick and you couldn’t take time off from the boys so you went to the practice anyways and everybody could visually tell you were out of it. You weren’t scolding them for misbehaving, and even let Kunimi leave early [he was going to leave either way] and in the end everybody was just worried. Who hurt you? Why were you so quiet? And WHERE were the drinks you had promised? A lot of questions were left unanswered because they immediately wanted to make you happier.

They decided they were just gonna talk to you. And they did. All of them- even Kyotani- sat and listened as you explained how you were feeling and it settled in for them that this is not your original home, and your family isn’t even here for you. It’s only natural you would get sad sometimes. So they forcefully sent Tooru off to get you a drink and all proceeded to abuse you with affection. It was hugs all over, people laying on your back, your legs, your side, everywhere. But you felt a bit better.

A new family is still a family. And these guys, were just that.

FIN

ok so im black im not Mexican so I was trying to look up foods and stuffs so tell me if I was like too much or gave off too little pls 😭 it feels so cringe to me idk, anyways thank you to @mrs-oikawa it won’t let me @ you but she submitted a request for this so I hope you enjoy! Send me any misspellings y’all!!! Thank you also for almost/basically 50 followers whattttt? <3333

[alicee1]

Relaxed mornings

Warnings: none, just fluff here

Word count: 1.1K

Requested: no

Synopsis: waking up and spending a lazy morning with Techno after he had a busy day. Pure fluff, sequel to 'Late nights' but can definitly be read seperately!

A/n: What is this? Semi-consistent uploads? Since when is that a thing i can do? Anyhow, I have received my first request! I think that should be up tomorrow or something cause I have so many ideas for it and I'm so hyped because its my first request. If you have any requests or ideas, feel free to send them (by the way i swear i also write for other characters than Techno, just haven't gotten to it yet)

Prequel: Late nights

Rules, Masterlist 

It was usual for Techno to awake first, although it seemed like his trip from the previous day had truly tired him out, granting you the privilege of waking up before him.

The morning sun was intrusive in your shared bedroom, forcing you to open your eyes slowly. Groaning softly, you rubbed your eyes sleepily in attempt to wake yourself up.

Despite what you had gotten used to, the warmth beside you hadn't disappeared, and as you opened your eyes you could see Techno's form beside you.

His eyes were still closed and his chest rose rhythmatically, telling you he was still asleep. It forced your attention to him, it was a rare view so you'd burn it into your mind whenever you got the chance.

Your hand tangled into his pink locks as you carefully brushed through them, making sure you wouldn't awake the male in the process.

You froze for a second when a satisfied sigh left his lips, afraid you had ruined your chance and woken him on accident.

That didn't happen however, only pulling you slightly closer to him in his sleep as you observed the relaxation on his face.

The frown you often found on his features as he returned from whatever had kept him busy at that moment relaxed in his sleep.

Even the almighty blood God himself looked innocent as he slept, worries and stress of the outside world wiped away as he rested.

It brought a small smile to your lips, watching as the sunlight hit his face perfectly, casting a golden glow on his features and even reflecting partially in his tusks.

It was a feature that you had always found endearing. In the past you had curiously watched what he used them for from a small distance, but later you had learned he used them to nudge you as a form of affection.

You had gotten used to them quickly, just like some other small traits that seemed to sprout from his hybrid roots.

One of those traits was his preference towards gold, certainly in the start of your relationship, before you moved in with him, he had gifted you hand-crafted gold jewelry.

It made him proud to see you wear it, especially around others, and he quickly picked up some of your habits with them. How you fiddled the ring he had gifted you when you nervous, or how you clasped your hand around the pendant on the golden necklace.

Although none of the jewelry could compete with the golden glow that laid over his skin in the morning sunlight as it peeked through the slit between the latches in front of the window.

Eventually he seemed to awaken from his sleep, his eyes half lidded as he opened them. A small groan escaped his lips as his eyes met yours, a fond smile forming on his face as his eyes met yours.

"Good morning, my love." His voice rasped from his sleep as he lazily moved his hand to cup your cheek, brushing some hair out of your face in the process.

"Morning Tech." A fond smile tugged on your lips as you looked at him, his head nuzzling into your hand. His other hand was still wrapped around your waist, thumb tracing circles on the small of your back.

These moments were the ones you treasured the most, where you'd simply lay beside each other in a domestic bliss.

A groan escaped his lips as he turned onto his back, his muscles protesting against his movements from the day before. It was one of the differences between the two of you, you didn't mind spending the entire morning in bed while Techno preferred to get up and moving instead.

Often it resulted in waking up to empty sheets and the smell of breakfast drifting through the cabin.

He pulled himself up in a sitting position, one hand brushing his hair out of his face as you pulled the still warm blankets closer to your form, wishing to preserve the heat that they still possessed.

A chuckle escaped Techno's lips at the sight, watching as you wrapped the covers of the bed around your shoulders as you too sat up, moving out of the direct sunlight so you wouldn't accidentally blind yourself in the process.

Techno stood up from his position of the bed, stretching some of his muscles to dull the ache that resonated through his body. His hand found your head as you nuzzled into his touch, "I'll call you when breakfast is ready." he gave you a small smile before he walked out of your shared bedroom.

The temptation to collapse into the comfortable warmth that was your soft covers and pillows once more was hard to resist, making you pull yourself from the bed. A shiver forced itself down your spine at the loss of warmth as you stood up.

You moved almost automatically to the chair in the corner of the room that housed a mountain of clothes from both you and Techno. The soft material of what used to be his spare cape brushed against your fingers as you reached for it, wrapping it around your shoulders before clasping it shut and burying your face in the soft fur that lined the article of clothing.

It used to be his spare cape, but it hadn't taken long for you to claim it once you moved in with him. Naturally it was oversized on your form, although that only made it all the more comfortable, his natural scent soaking the fabric as you inhaled through your nose.

After running your hands over the soft fabric once more, you moved down the stairs, the breakfast smell greeting you as you moved towards Techno, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

"Decided to join me early, my love?" a small smile formed on his lips as he turned his head to face you, a hum leaving your throat in response, feeling him pull you into his side as he wrapped his free arm around you.

"I hate mornings." you mumbled as a chuckle left his throat, "I know, my love."

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 7- Touch Me Under The Stars

Bucky Barnes x reader Series Rewrite (Civil War, Infinity War/Endgame, TFATWS)

Summary: Now that Bucky is finally out of Cryo, the two of you adjust to life in Wakanda.

Warning: fluff, smut (it gets spicy), Bucky being soft

Masterlist

Life in Wakanda was something you could never have ever dreamed of, they literally had everything here. The buildings were huge, the people so interesting and lively, the scenery absolutely breathtaking, and the tech? Out of this fucking world to put it bluntly. Tony Stark who?

Though you’d be a lying fool if you claimed to be fully satisfied with your new corner of the globe, you had a place to exist and feel comfortable in, even a nice apartment overlooking the city that’s attached to where Bucky is currently being held in.

Right. Bucky.

He’s been on your mind as of late, well in actuality he’s been consuming most of your brain processing for the past couple weeks since you and him arrived here with T’Challa and Steve after the mess in Siberia.

Another painful memory added to the already long list of traumatic experiences endured by you throughout these past sixty or so years. But you’re surviving, well enough for the most part that is; you see Steve left soon after Bucky went into the Cryo chamber. Leaving yourself all on your lonesome in a strange new country with no friends but T’Challa.

If you could even consider him a friend.

Who by the way, makes you still feel pretty uncomfortable around considering all the times you beat the shit out of each other in the past, and he thought you and Bucky killed his dad, so it’s been light treading even if he insists it’s all in the past.

On a lighter note you met his little sister Shuri, who upon discovering who you were and what you can do, immediately began marveling at the fact that you have Adamantium claws in your forearms. She was thoroughly impressed and asked for you to cut a lot of random expensive looking objects for scientific purposes only.

Well that’s what she claimed at least. Other then then those two, you’ve been pretty solitary for the most part. Which has really started getting to you recently, something that T’Challa has begun to notice.

That man is too observant for his own good.

Wind rustles the jungle trees from outside this large glass window in the lounging area of King T’Challa’s extravagant home. They sway freely in the open sun as they stretch their great green leaves to the beautiful sky above. But no bout of joy resides in your heart this day, no matter how enticing the weather may appear.

Soon a new presence is felt in the room, though it’s nothing to be alarmed about as he walks to your side, a thoughtful yet concerned expression crossing over his kingly features, “Are you finding your stay here welcoming Y/N?” Wonders T’Challa softy as you slowly blink.

“I am.”

He frowns, you’ve been quit talkative before, but now you barely even speak to anyone, “My friend I know you are not alright. Please tell me what troubles your heart.”

Dammit he’s good.

Sighing, you hug your sides as he patiently awaits an honest answer, frowning, you reluctantly begin, “I thought I would be fine....I’ve always been alone for most of my life anyways. Never counted on anyone but myself. Never needed anyone but myself. That’s how I survived. It’s just now.....I have Bucky. And I care about him more then anything in the world, but he’s gone.......well not really but, you know.” You whisper before turning your head towards some tall trees so that the king cannot see the way that your eyes brim with unshed tears. God the ache you feel for him is almost unbearable.

Understanding your deep sorrow from your lovers absence, T’Challa slowly nods, “I cannot fully express an understanding of your pain, as I have never felt it like the way that you have now. Nor have I lived the life of your own.” He admits as you turn your head to catch him in your peripheral vision, not quit ready to meet his unthreatening gaze.

He swallows before continuing, “But this I do know, you are a warrior if I’ve ever known one, and I know many.” Chuckles the king, “You fight fiercely and love deeply, Bucky should be proud to have you by his side. I may envy that kind of love, though I should not say it, it is true.”

A stray tear slides down your cheek as you quickly wipe it away with the back of your hand, “Love.” You whisper softly in thought, “I do love him, yes....very much. I’ve been withdrawn lately, because well, I guess I miss him more then I’d realize I would. I hope your people help him. That’s all I ask for, I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

“You might not be waiting quit that long actually.” Reveals Shuri as her familiar footsteps wander into the large sun-lite room overlooking the jungle, “My team just needs a couple more days with him and he’ll be good to go for the most part. Though the process of fully becoming free from the trigger words may take a little longer....his mind will still need time to heal.” Explains Shuri as she moves to stand on your left, opposite of her half-brother.

At this your heart speeds up with excitement, eyes turning to face the smiling princess , “I don’t want to threaten royalty, but I might break a couple of your lounge chairs if you’re lying to me. I’m not joking.” You add half jokingly as T’Challa lightly chuckles.

“Now I do not doubt that.”

——

Today you’ve been summoned into the lab in preparation for Bucky’s defrosting, claiming that having a familiar face as the first thing he sees was probably the best for when he wakes up again, at least that’s what the doctors told you.

And of course you didn’t even hesitate to say yes. So now here you are in their cleaner then a soap bottle lab, standing nervously a couple feet away from the Cryo chamber as some scientists go about their duties to his left. It’s strange, he looks relatively peaceful and serene, like he’s having a nice little nap while standing upright and covered in frost.

Nonetheless Bucky looks handsome as always, soon a tiny subconscious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you await the aftermath of the defrosting process. A button is hit and the familiar whoosh of the air chamber fills your ears as bouts of warm white steam push up into the air from the bottom and sides of his chamber.

The inside goes foggy before one of the scientists flicks a switch and the glass door pops open to emit a plethora of tiny clouds that float up and dissipate just as quickly. In the aftermath, your eyes search for Bucky, he’s still sleeping and is covered in a couple specks of blue frost, his hair undoubtedly wet from the chamber’s atmosphere.

“Give him a moment, he may be slightly disoriented as the body wakes up again.” Explains Shuri from the doorway as you bite your bottom lip anxiously in anticipation for when he’s finally conscious.

“Right.” You nod in understanding, “Not like this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him this way.” You mutter with a depressing chuckle.

A second later you’re alerted to the sound of someone sucking in a deep breath, immediately your head snaps over to witness as Bucky stirs, his fingers curl back to life as his lips part. Then soon after his two icy blue pools slowly reveal themselves to the rest of the lab as he takes a look around.

Your fists grip tightly onto the fabric of your jacket as Bucky swallows before blinking back the slight blur of waking up from a couple weeks of hibernation. The scientists, Shuri, and you study his movements as Bucky’s brow raises in thought, his eyes only on you.

“How longs it been?” He wonders before taking a step to get out of the Cryo chamber.

“Exactly a month and a half Mr. Barnes.” Chirps Shuri enthusiastically as he nods in understanding before she gives a glance between the two of you, “Alright, I’ll give you and Miss. Valerious some time to catch up while we check your vitals.” Adds the princess before exiting out the door, the other scientists following suit.

Now it’s just you and your Bucky; glancing at the floor, the two of you wander into a semi-awkward silence before he finally breaks the ice, “You look good.” He mutters softly, a small reassuring smile on his pink lips as your eyes trail up to meet his.

Revealing a breathy laugh, you shrug, “Hardly. But you on the other hand, white, I like it. It’s a good color on you.”

His stubbled cheeks flush pink as he smiles brightly, “I think I remember you telling me the exact same thing before I went under.”

“Well I just told you again, because I mean it.”

“Well I like the new style..” Points Bucky to your outfit, “it’s Wakandian but very Y/N.....I like it.”

Shaking your head you begin giggling at his adorable compliment, “Barnes you’re too much....but seriously, how do you feel? Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Thirsty?”

He smiles, “No, uh....I actually feel pretty good honestly. I could go for something to eat though, I’m starving.”

Walking over you gently take his hand in yours, “Say no more. T’Challa’s got everything here.”

——

After Bucky got readjusted and evaluated by Shuri’s team of incredible scientists and brilliant doctors, Bucky was well on his way to a full recovery from the years of mental torture given to him by Hydra. The words didn’t affect him anymore, the anxiety surrounding the very thought of breaking and turning on everyone again was a thing of the past.

He was your Bucky, completely.

In the following days after, T’Challa found a nice place on the outskirts of the grand city where you and Bucky could lay low and recover for some time as needed. Not wanting to over due your stay in his lavish home, and also wanting to feel the breeze again, you both agreed to live in a little village on the edge of a large pond.

All of it was Wakanda, so neither you nor Bucky stressed any worry that the Romanian and German authorities would come bursting through the front gates to whisk you away for your crimes. Or Tony Stark for that matter, he definitely hates you guys without a doubt in your mind.

Definitly with good reason, but that doesn’t mean you’d ever dare give Bucky up.

But on to greener pastures, it’s truly a possible thing that you’ve never seen Bucky in colors besides black or faded red shirts. But now? He wanders around in the brilliantly beautiful colors of Wakanda and her people with a brighter smile on his lips and lack of one arm for the time being.

Ah yes, the arm.

For the most part he’s been fine about it, though he needs your assistance when getting dressed or when attempting to wash the grime from his growing mane. Although, and fortunately for you, he’s still quit proficient in the area of love making with no decline in performance with lack of one arm, much to your satisfaction and his.

Besides that, it’s amusing, since you’ve been staying in this little friendly village, the kids have begun calling him the White Wolf when they want his attention. Which in turn earns a small smile upon his lips, one because he knows you usually hear it and think it’s adorable, and two it’s probably the first honestly kind thing anyone has ever placed on him, ever.

Walking across the villages center area, past huts and ladies washing some of their tunics, you follow the excited rambling of one of the village children as she talks a mile a minute about how you just have to see this really cool thing right now without exception. So of course you have to see this really cool thing, right now.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come! Faster you’re going to miss it, hurry you’re being slow.” Urges Ryn’a with a wave of her hand as she beckons you to starts running with her.

Heeding to her urgent request, you give her aunt a pursed lip grind before racing after the sprinting child, “This better be very interesting, or I’ll throw you into the water again!” You playfully threaten as she giggles across the grassy field.

Soon you’re crouching behind a rock as she peeks over the stony edge, ducking back down, she gives you a mischievous grin, “The White Wolf doesn’t see us.”

Raising a brow you nod, “This is what you wanted me to see? Him?”

Shaking her head she rolls her dark eyes in amusement, “No. We’re hunting.” She smirks in excitement as your brows furrow in confusion. Huh?

“Uh.....what?” Suddenly you connect the dots, “Are we hunting the White Wolf?” You ask, pretty damn positive that’s where this little adventure is going.

Shaking your shoulder excitedly she squeaks with joy before instantly catching herself and quieting down real quick, “He’s just over this rock. Chopping wood for the fire tonight....we need to hit him with a stick okay, then we run.”

Slowly nodding, your eyes trail over her excited face, “Hmm, okay. But I gotta ask, did Kova put you up to this and I’m now an accomplice?”

Biting her bottom lip, she diverts her gaze to the bushes behind you before mumbling out, “He might have......and if I was to hit the White Wolf on his head without getting caught. I’d get to play the drums for the fire tonight.” She whispers almost embarrassed.

Giving her a kind smile, you gently touch her shoulder in reassurance as she looks to you now, “Well then. Looks like we’re on a wolf hunt today, huh. Lucky for you, I’m great at throwing sticks.”

Immediately she squeals in joy before standing as still as stone, “Sorry.”

“No worries. I don’t think he heard a sound.” You reply, snatching a ruler sized stick from the ground before peeking over the grey sun kissed rock.

There he is, in his red tunic completely oblivious, using a Vibranium axe to chop away at the wood for tonight’s fire dance. Sitting back down, you press your back against the stone as Ryn’a clenches her fists in excited anticipation, “Ready, Y/N?” You nod as she smiles.

“Okay good....don’t miss.” She warns.

“I never miss.” You muse before turning back around, your eyes peek up over the edge and watch as Bucky sets another log on the flat rock, he hauls the axe down, splitting the wood in two.

Setting the axe down again, he walks over to the small log pile before selecting one and setting it back on the flat rock, bending down to grab the axe and when he stands to his full height again...

Smack!

Instantly the dry weather worn stick flies from the back of his head to the ground below as he throws a wary look in your direction. Though he sees absolutely nothing but a big grey rock and some bushes. Touching the back of his head, he looks down and swiftly picks up the relatively unthreatening piece of dried wood.

Studying it like it’s the holy grail and will give him all the answers to eternal life and whatnot, he throws it to the ground before continuing with his duties as you turn back to Ryn’a. “That was a good hit.....can you do it again? Please?” Mutters the little beast as you settle down from that adrenaline rush of perfectly nailing Bucky in the back of his head without getting caught.

Let’s not forget you were one of Hydra’s most deadliest assassins.

Her dark chocolate eyes stare pleadingly and puppy-like as she fake pouts, “Please Y/N? I won’t ever leave another turtle in your house ever again....promise. I promise, please?” She quietly begs as you contain your laughter.

“Yeah alright. But you’re gonna have to run cause he’s probably gonna figure out where the second one came from.” You add with a smirk, “I’ll deal with the wolf after. I can take him.”

“Yes!” She squeaks, “Oh, sorry I mean....yes.” She whispers quietly as you search for a new stick to throw.

Soon enough you find another and cautiously look around the side of the rock this time, there’s Bucky, setting another log on the flat rock before slicing it in half. Instantly the biggest grin pulls your lips into a Cheshire Cat smile as he turns to grab another log.

Smack!

“Hey! Who was that?!” He shouts in confusion as Ryn’a bursts with laughter before booking it back to the safety of the village while you crouch there behind a rock cackling like a child.

God that was such an accurate hit too. And he didn’t even see it coming.

Suddenly you hear the sounds of feet running against the earth, when Bucky makes it to the back of the large rock you’re nowhere to be found. Brows furrowing, he looks at the bushes and then over to the nearby village before shaking his head and turning around to walk back over to his usual duties for the day.

Only now he’s confronted by the casually innocent face of you who’s standing there with the axe slung over your shoulder, “Something scare you Barnes?” You muse with a small laugh before nodding towards the wood, “I mean these logs can be pretty scary I won’t hold it against you. You might have seen a snake, who knows.”

Sauntering back over to you he stands there for a moment just observing your casually calm self, “Why do I have a suspicion you just hit me with a stick. Twice.”

Shrugging, you slam the axe into the dirt before rising up to meet his humored gaze, “Maybe it was a Rhino, maybe it was a little nine year old who needed me to win her a drum. Guess you’ll never know.”

Glancing from the ground then back up to you again, Bucky shakes his head at your theatrical antics, warm smile ghosting across his lips, “Well just so you know it didn’t hurt.” Assures your big tough man with a nod.

“I’ll use a bigger stick next time.” You quip as he takes a step closer to you.

Handsome face breaking out into a beaming grin, “Come on, let’s go for a walk. I’m tired of chopping wood.” He says as his fingers ghost against the bare skin of your sleeveless shoulders, “I just want to be with you.”

Touching the side of of his stubbly cheek affectionately, you smile, “Where too? By the pond?” Which causes him to snort a breathy laugh.

“No, I don’t trust you by open water.”

You shrug in agreement, remembering the first time you both arrived here and the children brought you into a splashing fight where you got Bucky’s hair all wet, “Yeah that’s fair.”

——

After enjoying a pleasant evening walk together, eating a delicious traditional Wakandian meal, and watching the performers for the celebration dance and beat on their drums for hours into the night. You and Bucky decided to steal away from the festivities and have a little moment together under the stars, just you and him, nothing and no one else.

“That was nice wasn’t it.” You mutter as he lays on his back next to you, “I like these people. They’re kind.”

Turning his head to meet your shadowed face, he smiles adoringly as you keep a steady gaze set on the stars above, “Well, no ones trying to kill us so I’d say we’re doing alright.”

“We are, aren’t we. Who would have thought that shit huh? Two ex-assassins, two fucked up people like us laying like sappy teenagers under the stars. This almost feels like some stupid romantic film.”

Bucky lets out a proper laugh this time as you send him a humored look, “What? I’m being honest!”

Quickly he rolls onto his side to face you, a new sultry flicker flashing through his dark gaze, “Maybe I like being sappy with you.” He mutters lovingly before trailing a finger across your jaw as you study his face.

“Sappy with me? Why Mr. Barnes are you flirting with me this fine evening?” You muse with a breathy chuckle as he smiles brightly down at you.

“I was hoping you’d notice, is it working?” He asks, a hopeful look in his dark blue eyes.

Leaning closer, he’s pleasantly surprised when you gently press your lips to his, “My God James you’re making me swoon.” You jest before snickering at your shitty old-timey accent replacing the Eastern European one, “Why I’ve never met such a character, now tell me Mr. Barnes, are you a single man?”

Holding in his laughter, he takes a breath before answering, “Doll, I’m taken.”

Gasping in mock surprise, you quickly sit up before pushing him onto his back by both shoulders, your legs to either side of his torso as your faces keep mere inches apart, “Well, well, well how about that.” You slyly tisk, your natural accent dripping heavily as it sends a thrill through Bucky, “Lucky woman indeed. But I can guarantee you, I’m much more enticing.”

Bucky shivers as you lean your body closer to his, your silky hands to either side of his flushed face as you smile a devilish grin in the darkness, “I don’t doubt it.” He rasps, voice just barley above a whisper, lips so close to yours now you could almost taste him.

“I just realized something.” You suddenly mumble against his plush inviting lips.

Bucky hums in reply, to completely and utterly enthralled by your seductive charm to even form a coherent sentence, you smirk before rising to properly sit up against him, “Bucky, you look better in the dark.”

His stomach rises with a deep laugh that rubs pleasingly against your growing warmness as he gently squeezes a hand on your right thigh, “You’re gonna get it for that one.” He muses, appearing like he’s about to flip you over but you’re not having any of that.

Pressing a hand against his firm chest, you suddenly grind your clothed nether regions slowly and meticulously against his lower stomach. He quickly lets out a low guttural moan as you lean down to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

Pulling away, you rest one hand on the thin Wakandian blanket that’s keeping you two from the dirty ground below, your other hand gently trailing down the side of his stubbly face, “Just let me make love to you okay? If you want that i...”

“Yes!” Interrupts Bucky with a great bout of enthusiasm before catching himself, “I mean....uh, yes please.” He mutters, failing to regain his composure as you circle your hips against his fiery skin. Oh, you are certainly enjoying yourself.

Smiling into the half moonlight, your eyes trail cautiously over to the burning village bond-fire a small trek away, seeing everyone laughing and minding their sweet business you then immediately pull your shirt off, your bra following right after just as quickly. Laying discarded on the nearby grass for later; Bucky’s eyes go wide with lust as the outline of your curves and protruding breasts flash like gold in the moonlight.

God you’re so beautiful, he thinks, and all mine.

The smile that Bucky gives you could just about light up a room on the darkest of nights, he wants you, he needs to be consumed by you, to feel you for all that you are. You can see it by the way that he rubs your partially exposed thigh, by the way his eyes never leave yours and when they do it’s to wander around your divine vessel.

He’s never been more in love then in this very moment, if that’s even possible; he’s never really spoken too deeply about it, his time with Hydra. But he’s undoubtedly glad that you found him when you did, he was in a dark place then. Lost and alone, on the run and keeping to the shadows as best he could from the rest of the hungry eyes of the world.

Then one day out of the blue you showed up with nothing but your wits and a kind smile to show you meant no harm, all you wanted was to see him again after all that time apart from your escape and his imprisonment with Hydra. He was sent to kill you, but you came back to him anyways.

He didn’t understand it at first, when he began to realize what falling in love truly felt like, but with time it came to him. At first sight wasn’t something that happened by any means, he was nervous to see you, standing there so innocently in his apartment in Bucharest. He thought he was being careful, he thought he was safe.

But then Hydra’s most prized weapon and most difficult one at that, you, had shown up to make sure he was okay. He couldn’t believe it, but what scared him the most as he let you stay with him, he was slowly but surly beginning to fall in love with you.

Now that was a new feeling he hadn’t felt in decades, you intrigued him, made him laugh with the simplest of offhanded side comments, made him try to be a better person. And most of all you made him feel wanted and loved, and that is something he will always hold dearly to his very heart and soul.

Because as you’ve said to him, you’re his ride or die no exception, you’ll always be there to throw a punch for him or to gather himself in your arms when the darkness threatens to consume him for all he’s worth.

You’re not afraid of him like so many are, you don’t run from danger, oh no, when Bucky’s concerned. You’re ass will fight to exhaustion to keep him safe and alive. Which so far has proved a very useful state of mind in consideration to the past events that have currently led you two on this ever changing roller coaster.

From Bucharest to Berlin, a flight to Siberia and a long skip down to Wakanda; you two will be by each other’s side no matter the distance. Because to put it bluntly, you’re all Bucky has left in the world and Bucky is all you have either, one without the other would be a dreadful existence.

Luckily for you, Bucky’s incredibly alive and doing pretty damn alright all things considered. Also for the current moment, he’s becoming an undone mess underneath you. Which is just what you’ve wanted, he deserves it.

Trailing a fiery pathway of butterfly kisses from his collarbone all the way up to his neck and jawline, Bucky emits a deep groan of pleasure as you palm him through his baggy pants that have started to tent with the pull of his growing hardness.

His lower half is still clothed while your whole body is free for the shimmering stars to bear witness to, and Bucky of course. “Y/N. Please.” He rasps as you feel up his clothed manhood while you grind tirelessly against his bare stomach, the sensation no doubt drawing you into a blissful rising climax to follow.

Stopping your pleasurable attack to his hardened member, you swiftly roll off of him as you decide it’s time to get things rolling, “Alright hot stuff get that shit off, I need you inside me right the fuck now.”

“Give me a sec...” Grunts Bucky as he kicks off his pants into the grass before you help him prepare to slip off his underwear, holding the top rim of the fabric, you generously pull it to his ankles before he kicks them off completely.

He chuckles as your face flashes with delight once all the goods are finally shown at long last, “See something you like?” Quips your man as your head snaps up to meet his amused gaze, huh were you staring?

A hot second later you’re hovering directly above his heated body as he strains from grabbing your soft hips and pushing your slick entrance into him. He wants you to enjoy yourself more then anything in the world, so instead does he pull you in for a heated kiss.

“I see many things that I like.” You whisper against his soft lips before slowly sinking down onto him, the sensation of his fullness and girth pulling you into a world of bliss.

Your smile is almost provocative as he moans, the sounds of his pleasure sending sparks of electricity into your system, “God Buck, you feel so fucking good.” You praise, rolling your hips back and forth against him shamelessly, God he loves it when you sweet talk him

He smirks against the corner of your lips before kissing your cheek, “You.....to-too.” Stutters Bucky while you continue to relentlessly ride him like a wild bull, the rocking of your hips causing him to forget how to properly speak.

He looks absolutely angelic, dark locks spread out upon the Wakandian blanket, shirtless, and face smiling with great happiness and joy that he’s been so terribly deprived of for such a long time. Not anymore. Not if you can help it.

Biting your lip when his member twitches inside you, you’re helpless to stop as a soft voluptuous whimper leaves your parted lips unexpectedly when he bucks his hips into you for some more friction. Noticing how well this new action is being received by you, Bucky does it over and over again until you’re nothing but a moaning mess above him.

Dammit he knows how to make you feel good.

Your body falling fully onto him as he makes you cum hard, “F-fuck.....oh God Buck, fuck me.” You mumble against his lips as he thrusts up into you over and over until he finally spills inside you with a concentrated grunt.

“oh.” You gasp breathlessly as Bucky flips you onto your back in one skilled motion, still deep within your wet warmness as his whole body presses you wonderfully into the soft blanket, “I hope they can’t see us.” You point out as Bucky chuckles before kissing your jawline, strong hips pushing against yours as he parts your legs further with his large body.

“It’s dark out.” Mutters Bucky in reply as he pulls another moan from your sweet lips, “They’re dancing.....and we’re....oh fuck....uhh....yes...” He can’t even finish his sentence as you suddenly squeeze your walls tightly around his cock as a second orgasm hits you, “Dear God Y/N.” Moans Bucky while you trail pink fiery lines down his muscular back.

Smiling against his lips, you fully enjoy the sensation of his thick member sliding in and out of you at a blissfully rapid pace as he continues to make a mess down there with his pleasure inducing actions. You’re incredibly grateful for the fire dance celebration happening a little ways away and all the loud pounding of the tribal drums that masks over the sounds of yours and Bucky’s intense love making on the Wakandian savanna.

Biting your lip, you can’t help when more whiney moans slip from your mouth, he’s a relentless force of lust and love that’s on a mission to see you filled to the brim with pleasure once more. He needs you, he wants every single inch of your heated vessel, he needs you to come for him just one last time.

“Y/N.” Mumbles Bucky against your parted lips as you slowly nod in acknowledgment, too fucked out to think. He smirks, “Cum for me, last time okay.” Says your lover sweetly as his hips roll against your sweaty skin, sending waves of building pleasure on a crash course for your hot core that’s pulsating in delight.

Digging your nails into the slick muscle of his broad back, you suck in a breath while his hard member slides in and out of you with ease. You’re about to come undone right under him yet again, the power of this man you could just about die happy, “Fuck,” You whimper helplessly as he kisses your cheek, “oh God Buck I’m close.”

He smiles proudly as his hips thrust forward, cock sliding deep within your warm walls as his manhood presses on the brim of your entrance, working absolute wonders on your over-stimulated clit.

Soon enough, the tight coil bursts open, sending shock waves of absolute radiant bliss that causes your muscles to tighten and shake reflexively. A sudden wetness slips out around his cock and onto the Wakandian blanket that’s definitely going to need a deep cleaning tomorrow.

The new liquid slides down your inner thighs as your body slowly yet surly comes down from your salaciously erotic climax; head unclouding the thick fog away, you take a deep breath only for yourself to realize you just squirted for the first time ever.

And it appears Bucky has just come to this thrilling realization too, locking eyes with him, you’re greeted with a sly smirk, “Did I just make you squirt?” Muses Bucky in underlying excitement as you simply roll your eyes.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny it considering it’s all over the blanket, among other places.” You sass back, still aware of how he’s still buried deep inside you, “Proud of yourself?” You add with a small laugh.

Kissing your lips in reply, he pushes himself up by his one arm to gently slip out of you before laying in an exhausted heap at your side, “Actually. Yes, I am very proud of myself thanks for asking.” Quips Bucky while his hand trails down your bare rib cage before a huge grin reveals itself in the darkness, “I just made my girlfriend squirt!” Shouts Bucky without a care in the whole goddamn world.

Smacking his arm, you quickly sit up and look around, though it appears no one even knows you two are out here, “Will you shut up!” You whisper yell down at Bucky who’s giving you the biggest white toothed smile ever, “Stop smiling it wasn’t that impressive.”

Faking a half offended look, he pats your leg affectionately, “It was! And you seemed to be enjoying it so just accept that I’ve gotten better at this.”

You scoff, “I never said you weren’t. It’s just we’ve been together for almost three years and that’s the first time I’ve ever done.....that. So..”

“And it just happened so therefore I am amazing and you’re just going to have to accept how hot I am Y/N.”

“Buc..”

“I was getting you all hot and bothered doll.” Winks Bucky seductively as you shake your head at him, a reluctant smile creeping onto your beautiful features anyway.

“God you’re so old.”

Bucky snorts, “And aren’t you 65 or something? Sleeping with a 90 year old man....Y/N you’re getting out of hand.”

Shoving his hand off of your leg, you swiftly fall into his side as his arm curls up to wrap protectively against your waist, “Bucky shut your ass up.” You snicker, “I liked you better when I was on top. All you did was give me that “oh god Y/N oh fuck me ohhh I’m gonna I’m gonna...”

Bucky squeezes your side, “Okay. Okay. I get it you little asshole....let’s just, let’s just rest a moment yeah?”

You hum, shifting yourself so that you can lay against his chest, “Getting mushy on me now Barnes?” You whisper softly with a playful smirk.

A small smile pulls at the corners of his plush lips while he glances down at you, “A little.”

For about twenty minutes the two of you keep silent, just listing to the yelps and thunderous pounding of the drums from farther away. There is no reason to leave, no reason to move, no reason to speak. Just you two, laying wrapped up together in each others loving embrace, taking in the moment for as long as you can. The future is always uncertain, so every single second with Bucky is a blessing to be cherished and consumed for all you can take.

His breaths are slow and steady as you feel the soft rise and fall of his muscular chest that’s pressed against your breasts and face. His fingers run gentle line up and down your naked skin as you hug him close.

“Do you remember when we first saw one another?” Asks Bucky, his voice almost startling you. Lips just barley brush against your naked shoulder as he holds you close, your face nuzzled comfortably against his dark hair.

You pause, eyes blinking as they shift over to Bucky while he awaits an answer, “It was a long time ago Buck.”

“I know. But do you remember?”

Shrugging, you shift a bit to have a better look at his face, “I do. But you were the Winter Soldier and I was.....something I never want to be ever again.” You mutter, the sadness and regret deep in your soft voice.

All goes silent for the next couple minutes before Bucky suddenly kisses your shoulder, “I thought you were beautiful.”

Yours brows raise as you pull from his right grasp to sit up on one elbow while you look down at him, a lump forming in the back of your throat as you hold back tears. You didn’t expect to get this emotional but here you are naked and bare for him, “You did?”

Bucky nods in the darkness, heart hurting when your voice cracks, he’s never told you a word about how he felt when he was a weapon, “And every day after that.”

“oh.”

“I didn’t want them to.....well, you know.....I didn’t want to forget you.” Confesses Bucky, “I’m so fucking glad I didn’t. Thank you for finding me Y/N....I owe you my life.”

Biting the bottom of your quivering lip, he smiles adoringly up at you, “Bucky....shut up you’re going to make me cry you bastard.” He laughs as you indeed shed a couple stray tears in this soft moment of vulnerability with your sweet man as he holds you protectively in his arm.

“I mean it...every single word, you mean so much to me Y/N. The world would be a darker place without you in it...”

You lower your head in shame, all those buried memories piling up all at once, “No. No it wouldn’t be....I’m part of the darkness Bucky...you know that..”

“Y/N, look at me, please.” Begs Bucky as you begrudgingly lift your head for him to meet your tearfully sad eyes, “Don’t let them win. What they did to us, what they made us do....you’re so much better then all of that. We’ve changed Y/N, for the better and you know it...the words can’t break me anymore and you, you’re free.”

“Okay.” Is all you’re able to rasp out before more tears fall willingly from your eyes, tiny water droplets of grief and remorse pattering against his bare chest, Bucky’s heart breaks for your pain and loss, and everything those fuckers at Hydra put you through before your escape to freedom.

He knows how much you hate yourself for all the innocent people you killed, granted not many were adherently innocent, but there where many that died by your hand because wrong place wrong time or by Hydra manipulation. Selling you false secrets that painted some people who were indeed good, as the enemy equal to the worst kinds of humans.

He knows, and he refuses to let you fall into this dark pit of despair, “I love you...okay, Y/N I love you so fucking much.” His words are well heard and received as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

There he holds you tightly, there he will protect you with his life, and there he will stay with you under the stars until dawn breaks out over the horizon.

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I know nobody wants to hear about Penelope anymore but I want to get my two cents in. I never really cared much for her so I‘m not like one of her Stans or whatever, I feel like she should’ve faced more consequences for the whole Whistledown-thing. But about what she did in the show: It was bad like real bad and definitly could‘ve been solved differently but like Marina did not have the moral highground here. I get that she was pregnant and desperate because of her reputation. It was life and death but Marina could‘ve married some old dude who wouldn‘t care about the baby. Instead she uses Colin. Colin did not deserve to be deceived like that. He was nothing but nice to her and she used that against him. That was an awful thing to do. But I‘ll give her one thing it was understandable. Who wouldn‘t rather have the sweet young man instead of some old creep?

And here is where I come to Penelope. One thing I will say in her favor is that I understand why she didn‘t want Marina and Colin to marry. Not just because she is in love with him but also because she likes the Bridgertons. Eloise is her friend fo heaven‘s sake so I didn‘t find it too bad that she didn‘t want them to marry. She also did try to tell Colin that Marina was in love with someone else, to protect Marina from ruin and well stop them from marrying. Didn‘t work. And here comes where my opinion kinda differs from yours. I watched the show before I read the books but to me it seemed like Penelope did what she did not because of Colin but because of what Marina said to her. I honestly believe if that hadn‘t happened Penelope would‘ve kept quiet. I see a lot of people saying what Marina told her was the truth and yes it probably was but the way she said it well…. It was not nice. Penelope had up to that point been Marinas only friend and ally. I believe she felt betrayed by being dimissed like that. And that‘s what Marina did she dismissed Penelope and not even in a nice way. She basically didn‘t care for what Penelope had to say. I‘m not saying she had to say yes I won‘t marry him but like a litte more explanation and empathy and that she is sorry something like that would’ve been nice. I understood why Penelope was mad at her after that.

What Penelope did was awful. It was mean, petty and vindictive and she could‘ve done it in another way. She could‘ve gone straight to Colin/Violet/Anthony and tell them in private. But she didn‘t. Instead she printed it out for all to see. And the one thing that really stuck with me is that they way she did it was so stupid it couldn‘t have been like a real plan where she was like I want to destroy her but like something you didn‘t wholly think through. Because in the process of ruining Marina she ruins her entire family (herself included!). Everyone could‘ve known that would happen yet she did it anyway. The only reason why the Featheringtons surrived this is because of Daphne and the death of Mr. Featherington (since everyone feels bad now). Two things Penelope could‘ve not predicted at that point of time. I believe it was a splitsecond decision and here is were I kinda get it. Sometimes you make a really stupid mistake that hurt a lot of people and you can‘t take it back but it all comes to how you act after what happened. In my eyes Penelope can still be redeemed if they show that she truly regrets it and tries to make amends.

We have not seen much regret from her in season 1 but to be fair we are not supposed to know she is Whisteldown at that point so I can imagine that we might see something next season. If they go the same route as they did in the books where everyone pretends it‘s not a big deal than she is every bit as awful as you say she is. I for one am really curious for what is to come there. I honestly think they might can make her interesting because in the books she was just not.

And sidenote: No matter if they make Penelope take responsibility or not there is NO WAY the will keep the Marina Plotline, at least not the way it went down. If they come this far they will make Marina die from an illness or an accident. Phillips and her marriage will not be a loving one but one with friendship (because this is a romance show and you can only have one true love here). Even if they redeem Penelope I feel like more or less driving someone into suicide is a lot, especially if she is a good person again. Because no decent person I know could ever forgive themselves for that no matter how much they tried to make amends and regret what happened.

Thank you for taking the time to write all that out! I think your opinions differ a bit from mine, but I won't get too into it, mostly because I've posted my views on the subject in great detail in the past. Also, people ("stans") seem to love policing what I have to say on Penelope, and it's quite frankly getting exhausting, and a bit vulgar.

I guess the big question is, where do we go from here? There are certain givens in this series that we know, namely, that Penelope will end up with Colin. I think if the writers want people like me to root for Penelope once more, and like her as a person, they'll have to give Penelope some grand realization that she's fucking with people's lives as Whistledown, and then try to atone for her mistakes. Her work as Lady Whistledown is only a girlboss-esque triumph as long as the readers/viewers are convinced the people she writes about are horrible and deserved every rumor she spreads about them to her enormous audience- which they aren't, and therefore don't. Daphne is her target at some point, so is Colin indirectly, and of course Marina. So Penelope will need to understand that, in my opinion.

I would like her to beg Marina for her forgiveness, and whether Marina gives it or not will be entirely up to her and based on however decent (or not so decent, like book!Marina's circumstances when she struggles with depression) her circumstances are at that point in the story. I would also like Marina to not die to advance another white woman's love story.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I have an idea in my head that before Jiraiya asks for Minato to teach him the Rasengan, he went to Orochimaru to ask him if he could help him learn the technique developed by his student. Orochumaru would obviously accept, since he and Minato had developed a kind of rivalry, so the scientist was curious to know about the jutsu that the blonde invented. Then during the process to learn Rasengan, Jiraiya had a help of Orochimaru, which made him dominate the technique in an extremely quick way. This also means that Orochimaru know the three stages that were created in order to help gain the necessary chakra control to learn how to do the Rasengan but never wanted to learning to use the jutsu because this not combine with his ninjutsu style.

Orochimaru is a genius so i doubt it would have taken him long to figure out once he knew the style that Minato used to create it. Sort of like how Kakashi learned to use Rasangan rather young (he created chidori by trying to enfuse rasangan with lightning nature chakra)

So Orochimaru definitly knows how to use Rasangan, or at least the basics of it, but probably just never found a way to fit it into his style so he never used it. it does give him insider knowledge into how Minato's brain works a little, since he created the jutsu, which is just as useful as knowing the jutsu itself

Also i like that you have Orochimaru help Jiraiya learn it a bit faster, because Jiraiya is strong and talented but he takes a long time to learn things as a rule so it makes sense to have someone help him learn a bit quicker

[princess-of-the-corner]

Winx Club Episodes 23, 24, and 25 (Might as well have these all together).

Yes! Season finale time!!!

Episode 23:

This is the Calm before the Storm. Everyone is setting up defenses and making plans. People are having those "god we might die" conversations.

There's some fighing over Darcy being with the Cloud Tower Witches who came, given that she was in on it. Griffin assures them that Darcy has defected from the others.

Darcy's like "don't misunderstand. I'm still a power hungry bitch. But anything Icy and Stormy do right now is blood on my hands. So I'm at least helping put a stop to this."

Obvs Riven on board with this becsuse like. Yeah he knows she's a powerhungry bitch but he likes her that way. Though he does suggest a show of faith to the others to show she's really on their side.

Darcy agrees, and chooses to reverse the spell on Mirta, turning her back to normal. Mirta is tackled by everyone but especially Lucy.

There's more talking on a lot of things, and Bloom decdies that there's no harm in asking Darcy if she knows how to get Bloom's power back, since she was in on taking it in the first place.

Darcy admits that other than using the same Magic, a forbidden spell that would probably take too long for Bloom to learn, she doesn't have any ideas.

However. Even when being wielded by others, it is still Bloom's Magic. Icy and Stormy might be drawing on it's energy, but it's just a source to them. Bloom might be able to wrestle control of it back from them, as it's a part of her.

Despite that, Bloom doesn't want to bank on "maybe". So she thinks about other things.

Eventually she remembers that in her dreams, Daphne appeared in the lake. It's a longshot, but it might work.

Everyone volunteers to go with her, but they need everyone here because the battle is coming any minute now. She chooses to take Sky with her because they can at lesst get around fast on his hoverbike thing.

Everyone reminds her how much they love her. With or without Magic, even if she fails, they love her.

Episode 24:

As the battle begins at Alfea, Bloom and Sky head to the lake.

Instead of Bloom just... Walking in without worrying about how to breathe, Sky pulls out one of the many emergency supplies stored in the hoverbike. A helmet used for short-term underwater missions. Because of course Specialists are prepared for this shit.

Bloom swims down into the lake and finds Daphne there. There's a little bit of exposition on how Daphne's Spirit can haunt a few places, namely either Domino or Magix. She tends to stay in the lake because being around people who can't see her is depressing.

Bloom asks on how to recover her powers. If there wasn't something on Domino, then where is it?

Daphne tells her that the power of the Dragon Flame can never fully be taken from her.

The Dragon Flame is the spark of Life, the power of Love and Friendship and all that. You can not steal Love from someone. And even if it's drained out of her, she can create more.

Bloom can feel it now. The warmth in her chest every time her friends and family stuck by her, risked themselves for her. Reaching out and grabbing it, she's able to call on her power once again!

She bursts out of the lake to find that Sky has been attacked by monsters and ran into town. Quickly following, they get some cute battle couple moments taking down the creatures before they head back to Alfea.

Episode 25:

Icy and Stormy vs. Darcy round 2!

Darcy tries to talk some sense into the other two, while Icy and Stormy try to convince her to come back. Darcy refuses, firmly placing herself on the side of "good", even if she's still a kind of powerhungry asshole. She's going to do this her own way with her morality intact.

I haven't quite talked on this but like. Witches have their own versions of the Transformations that the Faeries do. And as thrid years, the Trix were on Gloomix, working toward Disenchantix.

This whole determination and firmly deciding where she stands is enough for Darcy to earn Disenchantix. And for Icy and Stormy to know that bringing her back to them is a lost cause.

Desipte this, Icy and Stormy are still drawing on the Dragon Flame's power and can easily outmatch her.

This is when Bloom and Sky come back, joining the fight. With Bloom going straight for Icy and Stormy.

Now, at this point, the Witches' hold on the Dragon Flame begins to become unstable for two reasons.

The first is that Darcy was right. The Dragon Flame belongs to Bloom. Now that she's actively working to stop them, the Magic doesn't want to cooperate.

The second reason is that the form of Dragon Flame they took from Bloom is it's Light Magic form. They use Dark Magic. They can only draw on it's energy so much before the Light and Dark begin to pull against each other.

The fight goes on and they're eventually defeated! Without their power, the Army of Decay begins to, well, decay. The day is saved! And thankfully no casualties because everyone is that badass and also I killer enough people with Domino.

Icy and Stormy are arrested. Darcy is... Basically on probation. She did turn against the other two, help everyone else, and earn her Disenchantix in the process. So it's kinda like. She's being watched and if she does some actual evil shit or uses any Forbidden Magic then they'll arrest her properly but for now she's just on thin fucking ice.

Other than that, it's time for a "holy shit we didn't die" celebration! With everyone just kinda exhusedly hugging each other and laughing.

Mirta and Lucy! During the battle, Mirta tapped into her Light Magic and her Faerie Form, wielding it much better than her Witch Form. She and Lucy talk for a while, and Mirta decides to transfer to Alfea.

Sky and Diaspro talk too. The whole situation, both coming to terms with Sky turning down the engagement, realizing she doesn't know what to do otherwise, and having... Felt something 'right' while helping in the battle, she decides something too. She's giving up on trying to win Sky over, and is applying to go to Alfea next year.

Bloom admits to her friends that, despite knowing that this is her family now and they love her, she does feel a little lost with how her birth family is all dead and her planet is gone. And they're staying dead. Mostly.

Because like. Daphne isn't exactly "dead", so maybe there's a way to help her.

I still need to work on Season 2 and idk if I'll have a proper episode-by-episode like I did with season 1. Season 3 and on definitly won't because the story goes sideways, but S2 mostly follows the same thingd.

[narukana-chan]

For the ask me anything. More thoughts on renora, happy angsty whatever u want

Happy thought: I nearly screamed when they kissed cuz YESSS THEY BOTH LOOKED SO CONTENT WITH LIFE AT THAT MOMENT

Angsty thought: I think ren might break down at seeing nora's scars

More serious thought: Unfortunately sometimes when I think about it, that kiss may have been rushed. Not rushed as in bad writing, with nora being the impulsive soul she is, the kiss fit. I just feel she shouldn't have done it at that moment. Especially since it seemed that ren was having alot of controversial feelings in his head. It was obvious they both have had these feelings for so long but since they've never talked about them, that kiss became somewhat of catalyst for their relationship issues at the moment. This is definitly not helped by their current differeing views about mantle. They both know their feelings at true but they didnt even seem to have time to think about what they were after that. I'm not sure how clear my thought process on this one comes across so I hope it makes some form of sense.

Hopeful thoughts: They need to talk. Like real deep heart to heart talk. It'll be sad but heartwarming and beautiful and they'll become even closer than they were before since they will understand eachother better

Random note: I feel like Ren is also trying to find himself, much like nora is rn. He doesnt want to feel like he's only himself when he's with her. I think this is why that Fiona's comment upset him so much.

Hope I answered the question right 😅

[hollyhomburg]

Omg omg ong i love empireverse so muchhhhhhh! It is so unique, oh i just read that the reader turned mute after the accident oh poor baby, and how she wont let go of yoongi?? I- cried! I'm so curious to know how can they progress from there, the other alpha, connection with jimin, ugh this au, it's so fresh. Your mind-

I think one day I’ll talk more about why she can’t talk but it definitly has to do with her ‘inner omega’ in empireverse, all alphas can shift and most betas can (Taehyung can- but only sometimes) but omegas can’t shift at all, which is why when her omega goes dormant- so does her speech. Yoongi himself struggles to shift after the incident as well- but gets his ability back soon after these scenes with the reader.

I think with them at least it’s a slow process, maybe a few nights from then, Yoongi finds himself hovering at the door to your room- wanting to cuddle with you and Seokjin and tae and Jimin (yes- he’s long since left his cold and drafty quarters for the warmpth of your arms) but chickens out. Only to wake up the next morning with you there, pressed a little close still ontop of the matt but not under the covers.

And yoongis breath shorts, but he barely hesitates before he tugs the blanket over you and moves just a little closer- under the covers his hand rests just over yours- it’s as much as he risks getting away with and falls back asleep.

I think that hoseok walks in and almost chokes on his breath (the alphas quarters are all pretty close- most nights Jungkook and hoseok actually sleep togeather Yoongi and Namjoon go about half and half- a lot of the time Namjoon falls asleep over his paperwork)

Pretty soon every member of the pack is poking their heads around the door- drinking in the sight of both of you- your heads pressed closed. “I’m so happy I could kiss you Jimin” Namjoon probably says, and Jimin tries to laugh it off while Taehyung runs his hands up and down his back but somehow Jimin can’t stop the blush that rises to his cheek.

Everyone scatters when you sit up sleepily. Rubbing your eye with a clenched fist hair poking up from where it’s ruffled~ Seokjin is the only one unworried about startling you. And he sits you and Yoongi up. please imagine these little outdoor walkways that connect the buildings and rooms that open up out onto the garden,

but anyway Seokjin opens up the sliding screen to let in the sweet morning air and sits you on the edge- to run a brush through both of your heads and completes both of your morning rituals. The dew crusting everything in the garden with a layer of sunlight everything fresh and new and peaceful you almost fall asleep and lean into Yoongi, straightening up so quickly a blush rising to your face makeing Jin laugh and Yoongi look as shy as a pup