#what the hell do i tag ths someone help

[themkultra]

listen if people are posting about fucking yaoi-mas again i think its within my right to have my old man alert hour okay. im objectifying an old man instead of a culture, history, and identity which has been shaped by oppression and denial

[ellemj]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**If you haven't read Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 yet, read those first!**

Summary: You and Bucky give into the chemical that's influencing your bodies in the most hellish way. Round one leaves him planning round two.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, mention of choking, sex pollen (dubcon), possessive!Bucky, minimal use of y/n, teasing, profanity, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Special thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with the warnings <3

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: Someone stop me, because I have another few thousand words of smut to add to this but I didn't want to post a whole novel and drive everyone away. Can you blame me though? As soon as the dog tags came into play my mind went rogue. Also, every single one of y'alls comments on part 2 made my whole night. Definitely going to be checking out a lot of y'alls blogs tomorrow. Enjoy this one!

Something dark came over him as soon as your fingertips brushed over his dog tags. Something possessive and primal, something that only partially came from the chemical you were both exposed to. You saw it every bit as much as he felt it within himself, like a switch had been flipped. He couldn’t help himself honestly. If you weren’t going to let him kiss you, the only way he felt like he could pretend you were his was to see you in his dog tags. He wanted to watch you fall apart for him, with his name wrapped around your neck and falling from your parted lips. He would’ve been perfectly satisfied with feeling you fall apart for him as he kissed you, but no, you took that from him.

            You fight the urge to push him away as he brings his flesh hand up to the side of your face, cupping the curve of your jaw and looking down into your eyes. Too. Fucking. Intimate. What the hell is he trying to do here? Make love? Fuck fighting the urge, you push him back just like you did in the bathroom doorway, giving yourself enough space to step away from the wall and take a couple of steps into your room. As soon as you’re two steps from him, another stomach cramp hits you like a punch to the gut, and you’re doubling over just past the threshold of the door.

            “Stop fucking pushing me away and you won’t have to feel like this.” He spits out, quickly entering the room behind you and pushing your hair to the side to expose the back of your neck to him. He wastes no time in attaching his lips to your skin, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on each raised point of your spine above the collar of your t-shirt. If he can’t kiss your lips, he’ll kiss every other inch of you until you’re begging for him to give you the one thing that you asked him to withhold. Your breath hitches in your throat at the way even just his mouth on your neck makes the cramping in your stomach reside, allowing you to stand straight up once again.

            “Do we really need foreplay?” You ask between breaths. You hate how you’re already panting from his actions. You’re sure he can tell how needy you are, even though your words are making it sound like you can’t wait to get this whole thing over with. You’re trying so hard to convince yourself that this is a transaction, a swapping of favors between partners, and absolutely nothing more. You need this to be over with as fast as possible so you don’t have a moment to let yourself believe it’s really happening. You can’t dwell on the fact that you’re about to have sex with the one person that you trust above anyone else, the person that you put your life’s hands in every time you go out in the field. You can’t let your feelings creep into this. You need to hate him more than you’ve ever hated him right now, in this moment.

            “I don’t.” Bucky answers your rhetorical question, punctuating his response by grinding his hard-on against your ass, causing your t-shirt to pull up above your ass ever so slightly. He groans when he realizes the only thing between you both is his boxers and your panties. “But I’m not an ass, and we both know that physical touch is what’s helping the pain stop right now.” You want to argue with him but you know he’s right. Every part of you that he touches seems to feel instant relief.

            “You’re still an ass.” You retort. He laughs lowly in your ear as his hands find purchase on your hips.

            “Keep acting like you don’t need me to fuck the shit out of you and see where that gets you.” Biting your lip proves to be fruitless as you let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard leave your own lips. Who knew dirty talk could be that much of a catalyst for you? Bucky is instantly encouraged by the prettiest sound he has ever heard sneaking past your lips, and he pushes you forward to the foot of the bed. You climb onto the mattress quickly, not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer. You’re on autopilot now, moving up to the head of the bed as the mattress dips behind you. “Shirt off, now.”

            You’re getting really fucking tired of your body doing things without your permission, just because he gives you a command. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor before he’s even fully on the bed. You don’t have time to overthink, to worry about how exposed you are right now, he doesn’t give you a second to form a thought. You feel his flesh hand wrap around your ankle and pull you toward him at the end of the bed until you’re flat on your back and he’s between your legs. Fuck. He’s good at this. He’s too good at this.

            “Look at me.” His tone is demanding and surprisingly calm considering his heart is beating out of his damn chest right now. He can hear his own heart beat in his ears and yet, all he can think about is how fucking pretty you look laid out in front of him like this. You watch as he slowly reaches up to his neck. He’s sitting on his knees in front of you, the sweat on his body gleams in the moonlight that streams in from the window across the room, highlighting every ridge and curve of his muscular form. You take your time dragging your eyes up his torso and once your gaze lands on the action of his hands, you swallow hard. He’s staring you right in the eyes, holding your lustful gaze as he lifts his dog tags up over his head and grips them in his flesh palm for a second. He looks down at them briefly, like they have so much meaning to him, before leaning over you and draping them over your head. You lift your neck and hold your hair to the side, allowing him to slide the chain down and rest the tags on your bare chest. He studies the sight before him, frozen in time. You don’t know it, but he’s memorizing the scene before him. Memorizing the way his name looks laying there on the smooth skin between your breasts, memorizing the way the tags shift with every inhale and exhale. Fuck. He’s done for. He shouldn’t have made you wear them. He knows that. But is he really thinking clearly? You’ve both been basically drugged. He can’t be held responsible for the stupid shit that he does now. Not when you’re laying here like this, ready to let him do anything to you. Well, anything except kiss you.

            “It hurts…” You whimper, dropping your head back on the pillow and closing your eyes as you wince. The stomach pain is back since he’s stopped touching you, and you’re noticing the wetness in your panties is approaching a near uncomfortable level. You want them off.

            “I know, baby, I know.” Bucky murmurs. He lowers himself down, keeping his weight on his arms beside your head. Baby? Fuck, you should have told him that pet names were off limits. As soon as you feel his hard length pressing against your soaked panties, your legs spread all on their own, and he rewards you with a soft kiss to your collarbone.

            “Fuck this.” You groan, reaching your hands down and pushing the waistband of your panties down. You only get them down a few inches when Bucky sits back once more, finishing the task for you. He drops them on the floor beside the bed and much to your relief, lays right back over you, sending your core into a frenzy of pleasure when he grinds his clothed cock against your clit. You bend your knees and spread your legs more, giving him all of the access that he needs to practically fuck you through his boxers. And he does just that. He ruts into you, giving your clit just the right amount of pressure and friction. Moans fall freely from your lips now, needy noises mixed with a few profanities and heavy sighs that make Bucky wonder how the hell you’ll sound when he’s actually inside you.

            “God, I can’t wait any longer, shit.” He groans. In one swift movement, he pushes himself off of you and stands beside the bed, pushing his boxers down his thighs and letting them fall to his feet as you watch. His cock, freed from the tight fabric it’s been trapped in for far too long now, stands against his lower abdomen, boasting an impressive size and making your mouth water. You have to mentally curse yourself and remind yourself that this is just a means to an end, nothing more. It can’t be anything more. But fuck, if he isn’t the most well-endowed man you’ve ever seen. He feels a surge of pride when he notices the way you’re staring at him, licking your lips and not showing a single ounce of shame. That’s one thing he can thank the super soldier serum for.

            “I need you.” You say softly, looking up at him with desperation and lust painted across your features. Your pleading eyes nearly send him over the edge right then. He has to remind himself that you’re in pain, that he’s doing this to help you get through the night. He’s back on top of you in a second, and your legs spread automatically once again, like you’ve been under him a thousand times before and know just what to do. As soon as his tip brushes against the wet folds between your legs, you’re both losing touch with reality. He closes his eyes, stilling above you, forcing you to grind your hips upward in search his dick. “Are you going to make me beg?” You ask innocently, sliding your hands from his waist up to the sides of his neck, hoping the contact will make him look back at you. He opens his eyes slowly and meets your gaze, licking his lips as his eyes dart down to look at your mouth. Don’t kiss me. Don’t kiss me. Don’t kiss me.

            “No, I don’t think I’d last through a word of that.” Bucky’s admission spurs your hips into action again, but he pulls his away from you. He tsks softly, balancing his weight on his vibranium arm as he uses his flesh hand to pull one of your hands away from his neck, guiding it down to your clit. “You’re going to touch yourself when I tell you to.”

            “Fuck, why won’t you just—” Your impatience gains you exactly what you needed. Bucky doesn’t even have to pay attention, he doesn’t have to line himself up with your entrance, he simply snaps his hips down and forward, his cock instantly finding where it belongs and sliding in. You scream out at the unexpected intrusion, the sting of his cock stretching your walls almost more than you can stand. “Oh my fucking god.” You moan, biting down on his shoulder as he stills once again. He’s nice enough to give you a moment to adjust to the few inches he has inside of you before he so much as takes a breath. For a few seconds, every ounce of pain in your entire body is gone. You feel only bliss with him inside of you like this.

            “Stop fucking rushing me.” Bucky snaps, taking a deep breath as he fights to contain his own release. You’re so fucking tight, so wet for him. He hasn’t felt ecstasy like this since the first time he ever had a sexual experience, and even that was a muted version of this. It’s taking all of his focus to keep from filling you up with everything he has before he’s even started fucking you. You find yourself smiling, a real genuine smile. Not even solely from the bliss that you feel, but from how fucking funny it is that he looks like he’s losing his virginity right now. The man who’s over a hundred years old, fighting to compose himself so he doesn’t cum too soon. “Is something funny?” He asks, and only then do you realize that he’s staring down at you.

            “You’re close, aren’t you?” You tease, letting out a small laugh. The euphoria you’re feeling right now is unmatched. Bucky shakes his head, tsking at you again, before leaning down until his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, his stubble brushing against your cheek.

            “You know, I said I wasn’t going to make you beg for me to fuck you…” Something in his tone sends a chill through your whole body, and the smile falls from your face in an instant. In one swift movement, he snaps his hips forward and buries his entire cock inside of you, his swollen balls pressing up against your ass as he holds his position. You cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure, seeing stars as your eyes fly shut. “But I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you beg me to stop.” You’re a moaning mess beneath him as he begins to thrust into you at a medium pace, making sure he pulls out nearly completely before thrusting into you again and again. You’re being as vocal as you’ve ever been, but with one key difference between this moment and every other moment that you’ve ever had sex with someone. You’re not saying his name. You won’t let yourself say his name.

            “Oh my god, oh my god that feels so good.” You gasp the words out as you fight to maintain control of your breathing. It’s obvious that encouragement does something for him when he picks up speed at your words, setting an unrelenting pace that has you sure you won’t be able to walk in the morning. “Just like that. Holy fuck, that’s it.” He groans and dips his head down, kissing your shoulder and sucking a mark on the smooth skin there. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, heavy breaths and moans filling the room, and the weight of him on top of you has your mind reeling. This has to be enough to abate the chemical compound, it has to be. You haven’t ever felt this kind of pleasure, not a single damn time in your entire life.

            “Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Rub your clit for me, baby. Touch yourself.” His voice is strained and you can tell he’s holding back. Using the hand that he previously led to your clit, you start rubbing fast circles, matching the pace of his deep thrusts. You can feel your climax rushing to the surface faster than it ever has before, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Bucky asks in the most teasing, condescending tone, paying you back for asking that exact question earlier. You moan out a needy yes and he smiles down at you, looking so fucking smug and confident. “Yeah, that’s it baby. You’re gonna cum on my cock while you wear my fucking name, aren’t you?”

            “Yes, oh, fuck, yes. I’m so close.” You can’t speak normally anymore, every word that leaves your lips is a sultry moan. Bucky leans back on his knees, his hands gripping your calves and pushing your legs up to rest on his shoulders. “Oh my god.” He thrusts into you hard, the new angle causing you to scream out as his cock brushes against just the right spot. Something about the way you scream for him makes him feral. He reaches a hand toward your neck, and you think he’s going to choke you, but no. He grabs onto the chain that his dog tags hang on and pulls you forward by it, until you’re nearly folded in half. His vibranium hand moves to grip the back of your neck as he fucks his cock into you relentlessly, his head falling back as he edges himself inside you.

            “I’m gonna cum, Y/n, I’m gonna cum inside you.” He groans out, his thrusts growing sloppier as he nears his release.

            “Please, please fucking cum inside me. Don’t pull out.” You beg, hearing how desperate you sound and not giving a single fuck. Bucky practically whines at the sound of you begging. He never knew how badly he wanted to hear that, and now that he’s heard it, he fears he’ll spend every waking second doing everything he can to hear it again.  You can’t help yourself. Tony’s words are still repeating in your head, you know that you need Bucky to cum inside you to have any chance at lasting relief tonight. You need it. “Promise me you won’t pull out.”

            “I won’t pull out, Y/n. Fuck, I’m gonna—FUCK.”

            “That’s it, don’t fucking stop. Just let go, cum inside me.” You encourage him with every ounce of energy that you have left. You’re thankful for the vibranium hand locked behind your neck as your head falls back.

            “Oh, shit baby, I’m cumming. Oh, my fucking…” Bucky cries out, his pace quickening for a few seconds as he pumps his load into you. You feel the hot spurts of cum painting your walls and filling you as full as you’ve ever been. The added pressure inside you mixed with his deep thrusts and your hand working on your clit sends you over the edge right after him, and your pussy clenches on his cock as your orgasm travels through you in waves of pleasure.

            “I’m cumming, holy fuck…” Your voice trails off as you temporarily lose touch with reality, your legs shaking and back arching as much as it can in your current position. Bucky holds you on his cock, thrusting into you at the perfect pace to prolong your orgasm. When you open your eyes again, his thrusts are slowing to a stop, and he’s staring down at you, his chest heaving with exertion and his cheeks glowing pink. Neither of you say a word as he lays you back on the bed, slowly pulling his cock out and helping you straighten your legs on the bed. You find yourself playing with his dog tags that are still around your neck, as he collapses on the bed next to you.

            “I feel…better.” You admit quietly, noting the distinct lack of pain in your body and the heightened sense of euphoria and fatigue you feel. You see Bucky nodding out of the corner of your eye, but he remains quiet, staring up at the ceiling. “You should sleep here.” You turn on your side to face him, fighting to keep your eyes open after such a powerful orgasm. You can’t even keep yourself awake long enough to find out if he has a response or not. You fall asleep right there next to him, still naked, totally blissful in your fucked out state.

            Bucky lies awake for a few more minutes after you’ve crashed. He also feels much better, but conflicted at the same time. You didn’t say his name once. Not one damn time. He was fucking you like your lives depended on it and his name never once left your lips. It shouldn’t matter that much, it’s not like you were making love or something. You were fucking to survive the night. He can’t blame you for maintaining some boundaries, but still. With how fucking perfect you sounded moaning everything else, he would’ve given anything to hear you say his name. Just once. As he drifts off into sleep next to you, he decides that the next time you fuck, he's not letting you cum until you say his name.

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[monimccoythings]

Alastor x daughter!Reader II (Platonic)

Heaven in this series seems to be very unfair and strict, so I guess this wouldn't be too out of character of them. I still don't know how long this is going to be, maybe I'll do a couple more and then that'll be it.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason; Trigger warnings: gory elements, mentions of blood, threats towards a child, mentions of rape, death.

This is not proof read, so please excuse any grammar and/or vocabulary mistakes.

tags: @anonymousewrites

Part I ｜Part II (You're here!)｜Part III

It was hot. That was the first feeling you got. Like those summers in the bayou, but a hundred times worse. You wondered if you were running a fever. If everything was just a wild fever dream, and you were currently on a hospital bed fighting off the Spanish flu while your dad worriedly sat by your side.

But as you opened your eyes. You found that there was no fever dream. Only nightmares.

You had been sent to hell for keeping quiet. Heaven considered that the officers death could have been prevented if you had just talked to someone about what you saw. But you chose not to, and also chose to pretend it didn't happen just to try and keep some semblance of normalcy. Your silence had only made you an unwilling accomplice in two murders.

You were not made for hell, never were. And suddenly finding yourself in a place were anyone could easily kill, rape or torture you didn't do wonders for your psyche.

You spent the next ninety years hiding in the corners, eating what little crumbs you could feed yourself, barely sleeping just in case some of your 'friendly neighbors' decided to take you by surprise and avoiding all kind of human (or demonic) contact.

You would be lying to yourself if you said those were the only reasons for such a paranoid way of living. The other, and principal reason why you kept moving and hid yourself was the very same reason why you ended up here.

Him.

Not even a week had passed before he had suddenly spawned there as well. Host of his very own diabolical radio show, he had quickly seized control of the former overlords and killed them one by one, broadcasting their cries of fear and pain to all the city. Positioning himself as a prominent member of the new batch of overlords.

He was a monster. 'Alastor The Radio Demon' he was called in fearful whispers. And he kept getting worse and worse. You couldn't help but wonder if the man who had raised you had really been there at all or it had been just another facade, for his own entertainment and amusement.

Everywhere you go you would faintly hear the static of his radio program, it almost seemed that he was following you. There was no escaping his influence. Had he found you? Did he know you were there as well? Did he even care at all?

Sometimes you resented him for breaking your happy mortal life, sometimes you wished you could show yourself to him and maybe everything would be magically reverted to the way it was back then. Sometimes you cried yourself to sleep, fearing that the first thing he would do if he found you would be slaughter you and broadcast your screams.

Fear always got the best of you, so you kept running, hiding, avoiding the exterminations as best as you could and doing some things for the sake of survival that would haunt you forever.

You will live to see another day. You had to. You may not be able to kill anyone, but you will survive.

Until one day you got caught.

You should have listened to your instincts that were screaming at you that that dump was not safe to rest. But you were too tired to care.

As soon as you close your eyes for a quick nap, a huge hand grabbed you by the hair and forcefully pulled you out. You screamed and struggled, throwing wild kicks. But a strong set of arms held you and made it impossible to move.

"Looks like we got ourselves a fighter guys!" an enormous hyena demon cackled manically.

"Boss surley will give us a fucking raise for this one. Can't wait to see how he beats the fuck out of your spunkiness."

You were terrified. What? What were they going to do to you?? You were just a kid!! How was this allowed?? You had to escape, you had to run and hide before it was too late and you found yourself enslaved to some of the most depraved souls.

You screamed, cried and begged them to let you go. But they didn't listen, they shoved you into the back of some van with other terrified demons and drove off to the worst parts of an already hellish city.

They threw you roughly on a cold hard floor, you swore that after so many years in a living hell you would have run out of tears to cry. Well, there you were bawling your eyes out.

"P-please"

The mob boss just laughed, a disgusting pig like demon. "Look at her, ain't even started and she's already crying. Oh, little one, you're going to make some owner the fucking happiest guy ever. And I know the right guy."

So that was it. It was over for you. After everything you had gone through, it seemed like your fate was to be forever enslaved, tortured and finally killed at the hands of a demon. Nobody would come to rescue you. You doubted there was even someone out there who would really miss you.

Maybe you deserved it.

Maybe it was time to really pay for your cowardice.

The tears didn't stop flowing, but you had already resigned to your fate.

The demons were coming closer, some of them with chains, another with a collar, and one with a branding rod.

You could almost feel the burning of metal in your skin. The painful beginning of a new chapter in your afterlife.

And even then, despite everything you had gone through and your fears, whatever remained of that innocent little girl you once were, was quietly praying Daddy would barge in and save you from the bad guys.

The lights suddenly went out, which only terrified you even more. Knowing what they were going to do was bad enough, but not being able to see it? They may as well shoot you dead.

For a couple of seconds everything was in complete silence. "The fuck are you waiting for? Turn the fucking-" The boss was interrupted by a loud radio frequency screech. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you felt the cold hands of terror grab a hold of you .

No.

Nononononono.

You weren't- You didn't- You prayed he wasn't actually going to show up. Despite being trapped between a rock and a hard place, you cursed yourself for your childish wishes.

The static kept getting louder, to the point you had to cover your ears to avoid having your eardrums split. In the corner, right on the left where your assaulters stood, some of them doubled over in pain with blood coming out of their ears, a mass of shadows started moving on their own.

A sob got caught in your throat when you realized where this was going to go. Now it was really over.

The shadows kept getting bigger and bigger, shaping themselves until all that remained was a giant and grinning entity of darkness.

You were completely frozen in your spot, not daring to make a sudden move, just in case you attracted that monster's attention. His Glasgow smile kept getting wider, some drool falling from his lips. He was like a hungry predator watching a tasty piece of meat.

You thought that the worst part would be when more tentacles shot from his back, launching themselves against the assaulters and tearing them apart easily while some chunks of blooded meat fell on his open mouth and others got stuck on his massive antlers. The sound of radio static mixed with his hysterical laughter generated a deep feeling of anxoiusness and fear inside you.

As you dared to look into his pupils, now red radio dials, hoping to find something that would anchor you to whatever remained of your sanity, you knew that had you been alive, you would have died again from fright.

Because there was nothing that could remind you of your father in those eyes.

And with that last thought, you happily welcomed unconsciousness.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Backstage (Intro)

A concert ticket lost and found, a sweater ending up in your hands, a misunderstanding with security backstage - happy little accidents, as they turn out to be.

Tags/Warnings: Black Leopard Hybrid!Jungkook, Rockstar!Jungkook, Rusty Spotted Cat Hybrid!Reader, minor angst, major fluff, strangers to lovers, did I mention fluff, reader gets injured but only a bit, fainting, big cat kook, Dom!Kook, future smut

Length: short/mid

Additional Content: cuddles, Closer

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It's almost the end of the concert.

You're a little sweaty, and the scents all around you are becoming just a little overwhelming now, but honestly, you're having the fun of your life. It's your first ever concert, the first time you've been at an event like this, and although you're getting a few glances for your drastically different attire than most fan's, you're still very much happy to be here.

It was by pure luck, really- someone giving away their ticket without mentioning where exactly the spot was the ticket reserved, and you didn't have anything different to do, so you contacted them, asking for how much their like to sell it for.

You ended up getting it for free- only having to exchange it for a self-sewn dress of your collection you're selling online.

You've never seen the band up close like this, and you have to admit, by now you get why so many hybrids fall for the main singer up front. He's charming, tall, very handsome- and typically wild, just like one might expect from a rock band member like him. You've definitely caught his eye, thats for sure- though you believe it probably is just your appearance that stands out to him, pastel colored dress not really fitting the mostly black and silver color scheme most fans in the crowd are going for tonight.

Unbeknownst to you, it's not just that however.

You're jumping around so happily, singing along even when the lyrics seem to slip your mind, not even once pulling out your phone to record anything. He's mesmerized how much you seem to live in the moment, uncaring of capturing anything with something other than your eyes, your ears, your body and soul.

You've got the prettiest sparkling eyes he's ever seen, and while he's internally a little concerned over the fact that you seem short as heck, he can't help but be glad that his fan base consists of people who look out for one another. It's proven by the multiple times he can see people around you motioning towards each other to be careful not to accidentally hit you with their phones or similar.

You're pretty, and he internally becomes disappointed when he has to think about reality here. There's no way in hell someone this pretty is single, and also, there's no chance he'll be seeing you again after this concert. It's a little sad- but he takes you as an example.

Enjoy the moment, instead of worrying how to capture it.

So he sings his heart out, performs even wilder than usual, puts on a show for you so you'll have exciting memories of him. And maybe not only that- because when he takes of his Hoodie that's honestly become way too hot to perform in, he makes sure to throw it into your direction- unable to keep himself from laughing ablittle to himself at your wide eyes staring at the black fabric drenched in his scent.

The lights fo dark not even an hour later- concert finished, fans slowly leaving the venue to go home. Nit you however, because-

Well, you can't just steal the singer's clothes now, can you? What if they put you in jail?

"This is staff only, miss." A tall security guard says, his coworker next to him blocking the backstage area. They're intimidating you a little (a lot), but you try to stand your ground as best as you can.

"I know- I just, I have this? And I wanted to give it back?" You ask, making the two security guards walk closer, now clearly more firm in their approach.

"Listen, cut the act and just go home." The man says, pointing past your face behind you- an action that makes you flinch. "Or do I have to escort you out?"

"What's going on?" A male voice is heard, and you can spot the singer from the stage now in between the two men. "Oh?"

"I-uh-" you stutter, absolutely unprepared for the black Leopard's eyes on you, the big cat hybrid a lot more intimidating up close. Or maybe it's his scent making you dizzy in the head. Yeah, that might be it. "I wanted to- that's yours? Right?" You ask, holding out the sweater in your hands. He nods, one of his black ears flicking in curiosity between his dark hair.

"Yeah. Threw it your way- you don't want it?" He wonders, almost with a bit of disappointment in his voice. He should've known. Your partner might not appreciate someone else's scent all over you- he himself for sure wouldn't like it.

"I- uh?" You now pull it back towards you, looking down at it. "So it's- it's supposed to be mine now?" You wonder, and he laughs, unable to hide how fuzzy you make him feel with your confused noises and cute manners.

"You can take it home, it's yours if you want it." He nods, stepping a bit closer now, uncaring of the way the security guards become more tense. "That is, if your mate is okay with that. Might piss him off, you know, considering I've sweat quite a bit." He chuckles. You look up at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

"I- no, I don't have a mate-" you start, now pretty much hugging the sweater. "-a roommate, yeah, but she's- she won't mind, I'm sure!" You say, and he nods.

"Just, you know, so we don't get into some criminal shit here- can I ask your age?" He wonders, and you nod- replying easily.

"Uhm, twenty-four." You answer, and his eyes widen.

"Really? You're not shitting me?" He asks, and you nod.

"I look a lot younger because of my hybrid genes and all that." You shrug. "But yeah." You nod and he sighs in relief. He was worried for a split second he might be getting the hots for a minor of all things.

"I'm glad then." He says, carefully taking the sweater from your hands, before untangling it in front of you, your eyes unable to break free from the sight of the silver rings on his fingers. And then- its dark.

He's careful as he helps your head and arms through the designated holes in the sweater, and can't help but feel his pulse quicken at the sight of you pretty much drowning in the large sized garment he'd worn just a few hours prior. "Its cold tonight. So, you know. And now you stink like me, so you're also safe from any pervert that might plan on snatching a pretty cat tonight as well." He tells you lowly, and you feel yourself shiver at his tone. You nod.

"Thank you." You nod, bowing politely. "You- tonight's concert was really fun. You all did great. I'm really happy I got to experience it." You say, and he smiles your way.

"Thank you." He responds kindly. "You.. know what could make me happy now?" He asks, and you tilt your head to the side-

An action so cute he considers kidnapping for a split second, before he gets a grasp of his sanity again. "What?" You ask, and he shrugs, digging in his pant pocket for his phone.

"If I could have your number?" He asks, and your eyes widen. "No creepy shit, promise! I swear, big cat promise!" He jokes, making you chuckle.

"Okay." You say, and he nods, attempting to put his phone away, before he realizes you've agreed.

"Okay- Okay! Yeah, alright, fuck yeah, lemme just-" he taps away while you take out your own phone from your bunny plush backpack, before giving it to him. "You seem awfully trusting." He comments as he types in his number.

"People tend to scold me for it." You shrug.

"Rightfully so." He nods. "Gets me all protective over you already." He winks, and you shrink in on yourself a little, overwhelmed by his flirting. "Sorry, I'll let you go now. Text me though when you're in your hotel or something, otherwise I might worry." He says, and you nod, leaving the concert venue eagerly to get back to your hotel.

He gets teased left and right by his bandmates backstage for his actions, but quite honestly, he doesn't care.

Not when he receives your message an hour later, telling him you're in your hotel now, the text message decorated with creative emojis that make him grin and his tail wag like he's a dog at this point. There's really no denying it at this point.

Jeon Jungkook has a crush.

And he couldn't fucking care less.

[gachawolfiebloom]

A Grumpy Troll and A Prince

Chapter 2: An Unwanted Visitor

Tags: Comedy, action, adventure, and romance

The trolls were certainly not kidding when they said it was going to be a loud and crazy party. Everywhere you went there would be a shower of lights and music. Bob was handling the vinyl record on his dj set while some glowing bugs were accompanying him. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! GET AWAY FROM MY SET!" He tried shooing them until one flew into his mouth and his eyes started to glow.

"HOOOLLLYYY CRAAAAPPP THHHIIIISSSS ISSSSS AWWWWESSSSOOOMMMEEE!"

Meggy was dancing in the crowd before she noticed that Mario was missing. "Hey, where is..." She turned to find Mario singing "La la la la la la" while being hoisted up by tons of trolls that looked like they were about to collapse under the hundreds of pounds Mario weighed. Tari and Melony were helping Tag6 with throwing glitter into the audience.

Unknowingly, one ball of glitter accidentally hit poor Boopkins and the crowd went silent. Was he...dead...

Boopkins sprung back to life like nothing had happened and everyone just dismissed it, carrying on with the party. Up on stage, Four was dancing along with all the others and having a great time while someone was watching him.

Three glanced at the bubbly, happy troll. Made him sick. All this happiness and celebrating and for what? A day that just reminded him of the hardships he had faced in the past. Where he lost T-

Three snapped out of his miserable thoughts and rolled his eyes. If they wanted to die then that was just fine with him. It wasn't his problem anyway. A small, white fluffy dog came up to him with some more sticks which Three took and then patted the pup's head. Eggdog was Three's loyal pet that comforted the grumpy troll and kept him company when he felt lonely. With nothing more to do, the two made their way back to Three's evil villain lair, unknown to what happened next.

Four took it way too far and yelled "MORE GLITTER!" to which in an instant, a flash of colors and light had blinded the trolls and a massive explosion occurred.

On the other side of the forest, a figure with a torn up suit, bent antennas, and a dirty screen was reading off a map, stuck with the life of a commoner. The map had tons of x's scribbled on it, indicating all the places that this mysterious character had searched for in hopes of finding the one thing that could give his life purpose again.

He could have sworn he heard some kind of eruption as Mr Puzzles turned around, grabbed a telescope and peered through the lens. There it was again. Fireworks graced the sky with an image of the prince. A wide grin spread across Mr Puzzles's face as he knew exactly what the cause of this was. After many tireless years of searching..."Trolls."

"Alright everyone, I want to make an announcement." Four and his father were on stage as the prince wanted to do something special for him. Mario interrupted him by shouting out "Hey! That's Smg4! Mario's best friend!" A wave of shushes came from the crowd as the king cleared his throat in an insensitive manner.

"I'd like to take a second to celebrate our king, my father. 20 years ago tonight, he saved all of us from those dreaded-"

BOOM.

A series of echoing footsteps drew closer and closer as the trolls all looked up to see a man with a tv head, staring back at them. In a stroke of dumbness, Four tried to be hospitable by asking him "Uh...you like memes?" Mr Puzzles smiled and zipped open a bag to take the future feast of the Bergens back to where they belonged. "RUN!" the prince yelled as all the trolls sprinted in different directions.

This certainly wouldn't do. Mr Puzzles decided to pick trolls one by one. Luigi was shaking, terrified as he instantly got scooped up. Four rushed off the stage until he heard a familiar voice. "MARIO JR! WHERE ARE YOU!?" He saw his best friend searching for his pet when it was actually behind him, but it was too late as Mr Puzzles grabbed both of them.

"EVERYONE BLEND IN!" The trolls used their hair to make them look like leaves or grass. At this point, anything would suffice. Four almost got taken as well, but managed to duck out of the way. He then saw that Boopkins was trying to run as fast as his tiny feet would take him, soon before Bob came running and pushed him out of the way. "MOVE GREEN TURD!" A hand blocked their path and dragged them to the bag as Bob yelled out "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

He looked another way and saw that Tari and Melony were hyperventilating, scrambling around instead of running, and it wasn't long before they too were captured. "Four help!" The prince found Meggy with a frightened group of children all huddled up in the open. He and Meggy guided them over to a patch of tall grass and told them to disguise themselves.

Meggy had unfortunately forgot to hide herself in an effort to protect her friends and was snatched right in front of Four's eyes. "Meggy!" He then saw Tag6 being pulled to the bag. The prince quickly extended his hair to make a rope for Tag6 to latch onto, but it almost didn't matter.

The grip loosened with every passing second until...both of them were separated and Four watched in horror as his friends were all stuffed into the bag. Mr Puzzles looked around for anymore wandering trolls and saw the king, hitting his foot and yelling "Let them go at once!"

Four saw Mr Puzzles reaching down for his father as he quickly saved him and hid under the stage platform. Not a sound. One peep and they were dead. Mr Puzzles crouched down to look at their hiding spot. They were gone...? Four's breath quickened as that screen kept looking straight at them. After a few seconds, Mr Puzzles realized he would have to come back later to gather the rest of them. He gave up and observed the remains of the village. "Thanks for throwing the biggest, loudest..."

"Craziest party ever!" Mario finished as he stuck his head out of the bag. Mr Puzzles shoved him back in and set off. Next stop, Bergen town. After the coast was clear, Four slowly removed the hair incasement that had blended in with the scenery. He got out and looked out in despair on what just happened. His friends were captured and the village was in ruins. All the other trolls got out from their hiding places as well to approach the king and prince on the situation.

"Is it coming back?" One of the trolls asked. "What are we gonna do now?" Another inquired. The prince tried to fight back the tears in his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Before he could provide an answer, the king quickly instructed "We have to find another home immediately! Everyone hurry before that...thing comes back!" Four was shocked. "We have to rescue my friends." The king shook his head and said "No. We have to run. Now come on, let's go!" Just up and abandoning everything like that. This wasn't the leader that the prince knew when he was small.

"What about no troll left behind?" The king stopped in his tracks and sighed. "I'm sorry Four. That was a long time ago and I'm no longer the great leader you admired so much." The prince thought to himself for a second and retorted back "Then I'll go and save them!"

"NO FOUR! THAT'S WAY TOO DANGEROUS!" He didn't stand down. "I have to try." His father didn't believe him. "You won't be able to make it to Bergen town by yourself. That's impossible." There was no response. It was impossible to get there by yourself. You would need help. That's when an idea struck in Four's mind. He knew just the troll to ask.

Three was sitting at his desk, staring sadly at the smashed invitation. Eggdog was laying down next to him, softly whimpering and looking up at him with adorable puppy eyes. Would he have felt better if he had gone to the party? Three opened a drawer that revealed a bunch of other cards that Four had sent him in the past. Even though he declined them all, he couldn't help but save them.

He then heard a knock at the door. Quickly, he rushed to stuff the invitation in the drawer with all the others, but they all began sounding off. The knocking turned into pounding as Three kept shoving them all inside while shushing them. Once he finally got them all in, he could hear the voice of his unwanted guest and sighed in annoyance.

Outside, Four was banging on the door to Three's lair while he kept calling out his name. "Three! Three! THREE ARE YOU IN THERE!" A piece of the door mat that read: "Go away losers!" opened and angry red eyes popped out.

"I'm not going to your party! Now leave me alone!"

"The party's over! We just got attacked by someone who is working for the Bergens!"

Three's eyes narrowed. "I knew it!" The door mat flung open and Three grabbed Four to bring him inside. The prince watched as the grumpy troll began setting out multiple locks and traps all around them. Once he finished with the last mousetrap, the two fell into silence. Three kept looking up, waiting for the sounds of Bergens to come flocking by his door.

"Three I-" He placed a hand over his mouth and shushed him. Four pushed his hand away as this was kinda important here. "I have to tell you something-" Three pointed a finger in his face and aggressively hushed him again. "I was just gonna-" Three was so irritated that this idiot would not shut up when told to so he whipped his head around and furiously went "SHHHHHH!!!"

Four groaned in frustration and quietly raised his hand. "What!? What could be so important that it's worth leading the Bergens right to us!?"

"It's gone!"

"You don't know that! It could still be out there! Watching...waiting...listening..." Three made very intense eye contact when he said that last part which kind of freaked Four out. He shook off that thought. Now that the awkward silence between them was over, it was back to addressing the situation to Three. "No it left! It took Meggy, Boopkins, Bob, Melony, Tari, Mario, Luigi, AND TAG6!"

Three rolled his eyes at that name while Four stopped freaking out for a moment and took a breath. "Which is why I have come to ask...will you come with me to Bergen town to rescue everyone?" Three's eyes widened and he looked kind of ticked off. "WHAT!? NO!" Four tried to reason with him. "Three! You can't say no! They're your friends!" He stopped the prince right there. "Not so fast! They're your friends, not mine."

"I'm staying here in my evil villain lair." Four threw his eyes back in annoyance to find that he had come all this way for nothing. "Oh that's just great. You're the one guy who knows more about Bergens than anyone, but when we finally need you, you're just going to hide down here forever!"

"Forever? No." He flipped a switch that Four had somehow missed on the way in. They began to descend down on a platform to his lair. "I really only have enough supplies down here to last me 10 years, maybe 11, if I'm willing to store and drink coffee from the beans I find...which I am!"

Four looked around in amazement. He had no idea that Three had built all of this. He had never bothered to invite Four, or anyone else to his home. "You all said that I was crazy, but who's crazy now?"

"..."

"Me. Crazy prepared."

The platform had arrived at the bottom and Three stepped off to store the sticks he had gathered earlier. Four then felt something brush up against his leg. The friendly little Eggdog wanted to say hello to the unexpected guest and barked happily at him. Four smiled and patted his head, then worked up the courage to admit he was wrong.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." Three turned with a raised eyebrow to hear what he had to say. "You told me not to throw the party, I threw it anyway, it's my fault they were taken, and now I don't know what to do!" Three crossed his arms and said "Why don't you try praying to the memes for their freedom." Four looked unamused while Three had a smug grin.

"Well...thanks anyway." He headed off as Three called out "Sure. See you in 10 years idiot." Four kept his unimpressed eyeballs on Three as he pulled the lever. Once he was gone, Three's smile slowly faded. He started walking away when he heard the platform coming back.

"Hey Three? I was wondering if I could borrow something."

"What."

"You're lair!"

"WHAT!?"

The room was swarmed instantly by the entire population of trolls, all in desperate need of a home. Three grabbed Eggdog as the two were overwhelmed by the now crowded space they were sharing. "FOUR! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Four placed his hands on his hips like a sassy teenager and said "You said you had enough supplies to last 10 years right?" Three couldn't believe this moron had turned his own words against him. "To last me 10 years! ME! It will last them 2 weeks!"

"Then I guess I better hurry!" He began walking to the exit when Three stopped him by grabbing his hand. "Wait! You won't last a day out there."

Four pointed to the collection of trolls and roasted him back by saying "And you won't last a day in here." Three looked around and saw all the trolls drinking his coffee rations, playing with his bear traps, and smashing his valuables. He looked at the prince confused on how he was played while Four walked off.

"Four!"

He turned to find his father, filled with concern. "Please be careful." He nodded and said with reassurance "I can do this." His father hugged him and let his son carry on with the journey. Four got back on the platform and said "Bye everyone! See you soon!" Three pushed through the crowd as they waved back "Good luck prince Smg4!"

Four stared at his hug time bracelet and counted down with his fingers "And 3...2...1..." A ding sounded off and that was his cue to leave as he pulled the lever. All the trolls's bracelets sounded off and Three's pupils shrunk instantly. "Hug time!" He slowly backed away as the crowd drew closer like zombies. "No..." Four watched Three become more panicked induced as the trolls came closer and closer.

"No! NO! NOOOO!"

Chapter 3: The Adventure Begins

[softpascalito]

Double Shift - 2003!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel is in over his head with the amount of shifts he's picking up at the construction site and Christmas coming right up. You help out.

Relationships: 2003!Joel Miller x Reader WC: 1800 Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Christmas, Crying, Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak Joel (The Last of Us), Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Established Relationship, Financial Issues, This is pretty sad yall im sorry Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: hello loves! sorry this is kinda late, my week is so incredibly stressful and im super behind on writing but hey we're only 5 hours late! i hope you still enjoy this and please READ THE TAGS. this one is a lil sad!

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Joel doesn't even remember the last full day he has taken off. It seems to him that he knows the house they’re building better than the one waiting for him at the end of his shift. And he hates it.

He spends every possible second on the construction site, every other possible second with Sarah, helping her with math homework in the evenings, taking her out on the weekends when he can.

And every second at night, when it's too late to be out working and when Sarah is asleep, he spends worrying about money.

It's been a rough year, both financially and emotionally. But he doesn't have time to dwell on it, to complain about it, hell, he doesn't even have time to grieve. He has a daughter at home and that's the one thing he knows, the one thing that keeps him going. It's always her.

That's his thought anyway when you meet during the summer and it's his reasoning for keeping you away for a while. But as the leaves turn orange and the air crisp, he brings you home more. Sarah and you get along great, the girl instantly taking a liking to the way you do things differently than her father or her uncle.

Joel finds himself thankful to have someone to watch Sarah on weekends, someone to also spare him awkward conversations about tampons and boys (or girls) - though he always insists Sarah is still too young for the latter.

By the time Christmas rolls around, the three of you have settled into a routine, with you watching Sarah twice during afternoons, often staying for dinner on Joel's demand. It’s almost like a little family night.

Today, a text lets you know there'll be no such luck.

Have to finish the flooring tonight, will take a few more hours. Tell Sarah she can order some food. See you next week, baby.

It's past ten when the truck finally pulls up in the driveway, Joel letting out a heavy sigh as he sits in silence for a moment. It takes him every ounce of strength not to cry. He’s tired and it’s Christmas week and he still hasn’t ticked off more than one thing off Sarah's Christmas list. He knows this will be a sad one, the few presents he has waiting in the linen closet, wrapped in the daily paper. The thought has been looming over him for weeks. He sees lights on in the living room. It looks like something dim, definitely not the big light - maybe the TV.

When he opens the door to the kitchen and hears music drifting from the living room, he’s certain about what he’ll find. Sarah asleep, curled up on the couch with the TV on and some leftover food in front of her.

Last week, he found her having a can of ravioli for dinner- something they usually only keep stocked for their camping trips. It was the moment he realized he may not have been as sneaky about keeping their financial struggles to himself as he would have hoped.

It's the only time he curses when thinking about how smart his daughter is.

Joel damn near passes out when he does enter the living room. Because yes, Sarah is there, asleep on the couch. But she’s curled up against you, your hand gently stroking her back. And yes, the TV is on. But the source of light he’s seen from outside is a Christmas tree in the corner, decorated with colorful lights and bulbs and a golden star on top.

Your head turns as you feel his presence in the doorway and a small smile spreads over your face. Your voice is barely a whisper, trying not to wake the girl beside you, “Surprise.”

It’s the second time Joel wants to fucking cry tonight. He makes his way over to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before turning towards Sarah, “I'll take her to bed.”

You give a small nod, shifting slightly to allow him to pick his daughter up. You watch him as he carries her up the stairs, moving carefully to make sure not to bump her head.

It barely takes a minute before you hear him closing Sarah's bedroom door and coming back downstairs. He stops in the middle of the room. And he looks so lost.

“You did- uhm- you did this?” He asks, a little choked up and you yawn a little as you let your eyes wander over to the tree, “I know I should've asked but Sarah told me last week that she really wanted a tree and I thought...” you drift off, carefully watching his reaction.

“What, so you made my daughter conspire against me?” It comes out a lot rougher than he intends, if your face is anything to go by.

“Are you mad?”

Something about the way you ask so quietly, so softly, draws a sigh from Joel's throat. God, he’s an asshole.

Whatever words he prepared a moment ago are washed away and he shakes his head, “No. No, I'm sorry, it's just been a long day.”

“It hasn't just been one long day,” you say gently as you climb off the couch to stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his slightly stained shirt. He smells like wood and paint and sweat. The mix of those scents smells like home.

“Look, I’m not- I’m not trying to overstep my boundaries. I just want her to have a nice Christmas, that's all.”

“I do too,” Joel mutters, bowing his head a little, his eyes wandering over to the tree in the corner. He blinks a few times but it doesn’t help. The tears still come.

“I don't want to fail her.”

The lights blur in his vision, the colors dancing around in long stripes as the tears gather in his eyes. It looks so beautiful. It would look so beautiful. If his heart could only stop hurting, if his chest would stop being so tight.

And then you're there. Making yourself a little taller than you are, one hand pressed to his back, the other pulling his head into your shoulder.

“You're okay. Come on, you're okay.”

You whisper the words into his ear. It hurts to see him like this, it always does. He rarely shows emotion, no matter if it's about Sarah or you or the grief.

The only time you've seen him cry is the night the hospital called. He hadn't cried on the phone, had only nodded along, taken some notes, asked a few questions. Then, he had gone to Sarah's room. Her sobs alone had made you cry, despite the fact that you weren't even a part of this family. Not yet, at least.

Joel had held the small frame of his daughter, letting her tire herself out with crying, shushed her whenever the sobs got too loud, stroked her hair for what must've been hours.

He had insisted that you could go home for the night. You had insisted on staying.

His tears hadn’t come until you were both in bed, when his body began to shake and you felt him beginning to cry silently beside you, forcing himself to make no noise in case Sarah could hear.

You had let him sob into your chest, tucked him so close to you it almost felt impossible to have your bodies so flush together. It was the only time you saw him cry.

Until now.

You pull him onto the couch with you, still holding him close. When he has calmed down enough for you to lean over, you reach for a small package hidden behind the couch, “I was gonna make this a surprise for both of you. But maybe- we should make it a surprise for her rather than that.”

Joel frowns a tiny bit, reaching out to lift the lid of the small box- and being met with three tickets to a Halican Drops concert. He knows what they are worth. He’s been starting at the price on the ticket office poster every time he passes it.

“You shouldn't-”

“But I will. In fact, I already did,” you smile gently, putting the box back into its hiding place. “I got her some other stuff too. And I will get you some proper Christmas paper to wrap everything in, by the way. But this we could- it'll be from both of us.”

When he continues to stare at you, you go on, “I got a small Christmas bonus. You know I don't have anyone else to spend it on. And I want her to have this. And you. I want you to have this, Joel.”

“I want to have this,” he whispers back. You're both not really talking about the concert anymore. It doesn't matter. You’ve always been good at speaking this way, both reading between the lines, knowing what the other one means. Noone has understood you that way until him.

“I don't know how I got so lucky,” he mumbles, sighing a little as he looks around the living room once more. There’s the tree and some garlands, a few dried orange slices dangling in front of the window, “And the decorations are-?”

“Well, the bulbs are yours. I just got some new lights. Pretty sure the old ones were a bigger fire hazard than your cooking.” It draws a small chuckle from his throat. “Sarah had the idea with the oranges. I think they turned out real pretty,” you explain as you reach to touch one of them.

“Yeah, they did.”

You’re halfway through whatever Christmas movie is on during the night when Joel looks over at the tree again, pondering something for a split second before he speaks.

“I'll get you a key for Christmas.”

You frown a little, “I have a key. You know that. I wouldn't need it if Sarah didn't forget hers every day but-”

“No,” Joel interrupts, shaking his head a little.

“I meant, I'll get you one if you want. For you. To use it. So you can-” He swallows a bit, turning his head to find your face next to him. Soft, brown eyes, so close that you can see the patterns of his iris. There’s a speck of gray in the brown.

“So you can come here. After work.”

It takes you a second to follow his train of thought. And then you realize what he's saying.

“Are you asking me to move in with you? Because if so, you're doing an absolutely horrible job at it.”

“But will you?”

You smile a little at how nervous he suddenly seems, his hand sliding over your thigh and squeezing slightly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will,” you mumble, leaning in to kiss him, sighing against his soft lips when they part for you.

“Merry Christmas, Joel.”

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

[canirove]

Granada | Epilogue

Author's note: And we've made it to the end 🙁 This story is one of my favourites I've written so far, and seeing so many of you liking it is just 🥹 So thank you very much for reading it and supporting it, it means a lot 💜 And to anyone who may have seen this story on the tags and has had doubts about reading it or not because it is a period drama, give it a go! People who who also felt like that have told me that they gave it a chance and found themselves really enjoying it 😉

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Masterlist

"Do you have a darker shade of red?"

"Umm… something like this, my prince?"

"Yes, that's perfect" Rúben smiled. "This swimming pool has to be perfect. I want her to look at it the same way she looks at the ceilings in the palace."

"We'll do our best, my prince" the builder said. 

"Rúben! Rúben!" someone called behind him.

"Anne? What is it?"

"It's time" she said, trying to catch her breath.

"Now?"

"Yes, now. Come" she urged him before starting to run again towards the palace. 

"Is that normal?" Rúben asked as they got closer to his room.

"I'm pretty sure I was louder" Anne chuckled as another scream was heard.

"Make it stop!" Rowena yelled when Rúben and Anne walked into the room.

"It'll be over soon, princess."

"Rowena, I'm here" he said, kneeling next to the bed. "I'm here, my love."

"Rúben… Rúben, it hurts so much" she cried.

"I know it does."

"No, you don't! You men know nothing!"

"We actually don't, no" he chuckled. "But you can do this."

"I can't. I am so tired, Rúben. I just want to…" but she wasn't able to finish her sentence, only scream. 

"Can you do something to help with the pain?" he asked the midwife.

"She's already taken as much as it is allowed."

"But it isn't enough!" Rowena complained, squeezing Rúben's hand with such strength he thought she may break it.

"It'll be over soon, you'll see" Lady Rice said.

"How did you do it, mother? How did you do this five times?" she cried.

"We women are stronger than we think."

"I'm not."

"You are, Rowena. You are the strongest woman I know."

"Rúben, this isn't the moment to get chee… bloody hell!" she screamed.

"Princess, it's time to push" the midwife said.

"No, no, no. I can't. I'm not ready. Mother…"

"You are ready. Isn't she, Rúben?"

"I…" he mumbled, flashbacks from his dream coming back. 

"Rúben. Rúben" Rowena said, caressing his cheek and forgetting about her pain for a brief moment. "This isn't your nightmare. I may be hurting like hell, but I'm not going anywhere."

"He is the one who should leave."

"What?" both Rowena and Rúben said at the same time, looking at the midwife.

"This is no place for a man, my prince."

"I don't care. I'm not leaving her" he said.

"My prince…" 

"He is staying!" Rowena yelled as she felt another contraction coming.

"Alright, then" the woman sighed.

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"And? What is it?" Rúben asked. Rowena had been pushing for a while, getting more and more tired as time passed, and the baby still wasn´t with them.

"I think… I think the baby is stuck."

"What?" he said, feeling his heart beating even faster than it already was.

"What can we do?" Lady Rice asked.

"Changing her position may be enough. My prince, I'm going to need you to sit behind the princess."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Sit her between your legs and hold hers open. I think it will make the pushing easier for her, and the angle will help the baby too."

"Are you sure?"

"I've done it before, though never with the help of a man."

"Lady Rice?"

"Just do it, Rúben!" Rowena yelled again. "I want this baby out of me, and I want it now!"

"You heard her" Lady Rice chuckled.

"Oh, that's perfect. Push, princess. Push!" the midwife said.

"Is it working?" Rúben asked.

"It is. Come on, princess. Another big push!"

"That's it, Rowena. You are doing great" Lady Rice encouraged her.

"I can't… I can't…" she cried.

"The head is almost here, princess. Another push and it'll be out."

"That's our baby, Rowena. You can do it" Rúben said to her ear.

"No… I can't."

"Now, princess. Push!"

"The head, Rowena! I see the head!" Lady Rice said, tears already falling down her cheeks.

"One more push, princess."

"No… Rúben, no. I'm too tired."

"Just one more. You can do it, cupcake."

"Don't… call me… that!" she screamed as she pushed again. 

"You did it, princess! You did it!" the midwife said, a baby with dark hair on her arms. A baby who was moving… and crying. Loudly.

"Those are some nice lungs" Rúben chuckled.

"He is a strong one. Just like his parents" the midwife said, putting the baby in Rowena's arms.

"A boy. It's a boy, Rúben. A healthy boy with his ten fingers and toes. Look at… Rúben, are you crying?"

"I am, yes" he said, trying to wipe away his tears. "I just… You know how scared this made me. And to see you both here, and that everything is alright… because they are alright, aren't they?" he asked the midwife.

"They are, my prince. She now will need to rest, but they both are alright."

"Good, good" he smiled while still crying.

"Why don't you hold him while they finish cleaning her up?" Lady Rice said.

"Me?"

"You are his father, aren't you?" she chuckled.

"Yes, of course" he said, carefully moving from the bed to not hurt Rowena and letting the nurses do their job.

"He looks so tiny on those arms of yours" Rowena laughed. 

"But he wasn't tiny" the midwife chuckled.

"Oh, I know" she laughed again. "Rúben… Rúben, are you sure you are alright?"

"Better than ever" he said as he kissed the baby's head. His son. 

"Mother… Is this why you got pregnant so many times? Because seeing father with us just made you want to make more babies?"

"It may have been one of the reasons, yes" Lady Rice laughed. "Do you have a name yet?"

"We don't. But we thought about something with an R. It's like our letter. Rowena, Rúben, Rice, ruby…" she said, touching the little stone hanging around her neck.

"Rafael."

"What?

"Rafael. He looks like a Rafael, don't you think?" Rúben said, not lifting his eyes from the baby. He still couldn't believe he was real. 

"Prince Rafael sounds lovely" Lady Rice said. "And he seems to like it" she chuckled when the baby started crying again.

"Is that a cry of liking it?" Rúben asked with a worried look.

"And of mother, I'm hungry."

"Oh, I see. Umm…"

"Give him to me" Rowena said, stretching her arms. "Let's just hope he didn't get your appetite."

"Mine? Who is the one who could eat a whole tray of cupcakes in one go… cupcake?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Shh!" 

"Don't shush me, Romina."

"Mother, I will retract myself from what I said earlier. I don't want to have more babies anymore. I hate men."

"Oh, I also said that so many times, Rowena" Lady Rice laughed. "It didn't work, tho. When you've met the one, there is nothing you can do about it."

"Not even running away?"

"Nothing" she repeated. 

"We are stuck together, Rowena. You said it yourself" Rúben smiled. That smile.

"I guess we are, yes" she sighed, trying to hide her smile and thinking about the girl who had arrived at that same palace a few years ago. 

A girl who could have never imagined that she would enjoy living in that new country as much as she did. That she would risk her life for it and its people. That she would end up falling crazy in love with the stupid handsome boy who couldn't get her name right. A boy who was now a man. Her husband. The father of her son. Her home. The one. Rúben.

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[stray-cat-21]

Meeting bat Eddie 🦇❤️‍🔥

Summary: Okay so Daytona on TikTok makes these adorable bat Eddie videos and they’re just so cute I decided to do a blurb (or a few) based on the concept. Please go check out her playlist it’s honestly the cutest thing ever. And the credit to this goes to her ❤️🦇

A month and a half had gone by since the events of the upside down. Meaning it had been a long six weeks Eddie had been stuck in bat form. When he had woken up from being killed by the bats from hell he thought he’d get to be a cool blood sucking vampire like the movies but instead he couldn’t figure out how to change out of his bat form. He was incredibly annoyed but at least being a bat wasn’t so bad. And at least he wasn’t wanted for murder.

“I know you’re bored but I have to work! I’ll read to you later alright?” Steve huffed towards the small creature that was now pouting on the counter top. A flurry of squeaking erupted from the bat accompanied by dramatic wing movements. “Well I’m sorry not all of us can fly around and eat all day Munson!” Steve sighed. The two were so busy in their argument they missed the jingle of the bell signaling someone entering the store.

(Y/n) stepped into the store black boots lightly hitting the floor. Her black jeans with jagged holes on the knees was paired with a Black Sabath raglan tour shirt topped with a black and white flannel. She eyed Steve Harrington who had his back turned clearly arguing with someone she couldn’t see. (Y/n) cleared her throat making him spin around like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Uh hi hello welcome to um Family Video can I help you find something?” He asked leaning against the counter.

“Um no I was actually just hired I’m supposed to start today. I was told to find Steve or Robin.” She informs him with a kind smile. Unbeknownst to either of them Eddie is doing his best to take a peak at what’s going on. His small form leaned over too far falling down to the floor along with his book. (Y/n)’s eyes flashed between Steve and trying to peak behind him.

“Well you found Steve, Robin’s on lunch right now. I’ll go grab your vest and name tag and we’ll get started!” He said with an awkward smile. She nodded watching him duck down grabbing something before disappearing into the back. When he was out of sight she leaned over the counter observing the worn copy of the Hobbit laying against the floor. The corners were frayed evidence of dog eared pages shown on the pages.

(Y/n) let’s out a curious hum her eyes flicking to door Steve had disappeared behind and back to the book. Walking around the countertop she picked up the novel admiring how well loved it clearly was. She also noticed the small bowl of assorted pieces of fruit, nuts, and pretzels. Hearing Steve throw open the door she rested the book carefully back on the countertop. He smiled handing her the green vest.

“Thanks you’re uh Steve Harrington right? You graduated the year before me.” She inquired throwing her new uniform on. “Yeah that’s me.” He nodded far too used to the how the mighty have fallen speech. “Cool I look forward to working with you.” She shrugged wanting the awkward conversation to be over. There was a pause and for a split second (Y/n) would have sworn she saw something in Steve’s shirt pocket move.

“So um he really didn’t have you start on the best day there’s not really anything going on just helping customers and taking care of last nights returns.” Steve said gesturing towards a cart with a small pile of tapes in it. (Y/n) nodded moving towards the returns. “I think I can manage.” (Y/n) smiled grabbing a few tapes moving to put them in their places. While she was turned with her attention focused on the horror movie display she could hear Steve talking almost arguing with himself. She tried to listen in carefully wondering if Robin had gotten back from lunch.

“I told you I don’t understand I’m sorry!” He said in a hushed yell. (Y/n) carefully stepped around the shelf moving towards the older man. There was no sign of anyone nearby or even a phone being talked into. “Don’t understand what?” She questioned watching as he jumped surprised. “I’m sorry what?” He asked like he wasn’t the one caught.

“You were talking to someone Harrington who?” This time it’s accusatory. (Y/n) was not going to let one of Hawkins pretty boy jocks gaslight her. “No one or not a someone it’s nothing really.” He all but squeaks. “So Steve the hair Harrington was talking to himself like a crazy person?” She asks putting her hands on her hips. Steve attempts to come up with some explanation but can’t come up with one that won’t send her running from the store.

Before he stutter out some bad lie Eddie pokes his head from Steve’s pocket little ears pointed up. (Y/n) felt like her jaw was lying on the floor seeing the small winged creature. “I-is that a bat like a real live bat?” She gawked. Steve cursed under his breath nodding his head. “Yes this is my uh pet.” He sighed pulling Eddie from his pocket.

Cautiously she stepped forward slightly leaning down to observe the bat. Eddie looked up at her eyes his little heart just thumping away in his chest. Up close he realized he did recognize the girl from school. They were kind of friends at least as close to a friend as someone could be with the town outcast without making themselves a pariah. Eddie would even go as far to say he once had a small crush on her.

“Steve Harrington has a pet bat?”

“Yeah he’s new uh Dustin Henderson’s idea.”

“What’s his name?”

“Eddie.”

“And the little denim vest?”

“Also Henderson’s idea.”

“Aren’t bats supposed to be nocturnal?”

“Yeah but I guess since this one’s main diet is fruit it doesn’t hunt at night? I don’t know Dustin tried to explain it to me but I stopped listening.”

(Y/n) eyes move over the small creature from his pointed ears that sat in a nest of what seemed like curls of hair instead of fur all the way down to his little feet. She hums slowly reaching out brushing gentle finger tips against his head. Eddie leaned into the touch a small squeak escaping him. Steve’s eyes were as saucers taking in the exchange. It had taken him about two weeks before he could get past his heebie jeebies and let Eddie get close to him.

“Can I hold him?” (Y/n) asked her eyes meeting Steve’s instead of Eddie’s for the first time in probably ten minutes. Before Steve even gets the change to answer Eddie is flying into (y/n)’s hand. “Dude I told you to be careful in public!” Steve scolds. (Y/n) giggles bringing him closer lightly scratching a place behind his ear. “Aw don’t yell at the poor baby he just needed attention didn’t you sweet boy?” She coos towards Eddie.

Even in bar form being treated like a pet Eddie feels like he could melt. “He doesn’t bother you?” Steve questions his eyes peaking over at the beautiful girl entering the store. (Y/n) shakes her head grinning ear to ear. “Alright well you wanna hang out with him while I go help this customer?” Steve asked. (Y/n) didn’t even bother to look up just nodding her head.

“Cool well his snacks are on the counter and he likes being read to.” Steve explained before scurrying off to go flirt. (Y/n) took a seat in the computer chair resting Eddie back on the counter. “You hungry little guy?” She asks softly. Eddie slightly nods his small tongue poking out briefly. Starting with a chunk of strawberry (y/n) lowered a piece of food to Eddie.

She couldn’t help but watch in adoration as his little fanged teeth sunk into the fruit. Red juice dribbled down his chin collecting at the edges of his mouth. “You’re awfully cute sweet boy.” (Y/n) sighs dreamily. If Eddie had his normal skin he’d be a blushing mess so for right now he was grateful for the fur. She continued to slowly feed him bits of food from the dish.

“I’ve always liked the name Eddie. Actually used to know someone named Eddie.” (Y/n) starts taking despite the fact that she thinks she’s conversing with a normal bat. Eddie’s ears perk up at the mention of his old self, at the fact that she not only remembers him but thinks about him even still. Although he knew not to get his hopes up she probably only thought of him as a murderer now despite that he had been legally cleared by Hopper and his colleagues higher up than Hawkins finest. At least in his supposed death he wasn’t a legally wanted man.

“He was real cool too. My- I mean the other, human Eddie. His name was Eddie Munson we went to school together for a while. He wore a denim vest too except his was always over his sick leather jacket and the Hellfire club shirt.” She continued almost rambling. There was a fondness to her voice paired with a glint in her eyes that made Eddie feel like his heart could crack right in two.

“I hate what they say on the news about him, that’s not who Eddie was. He wasn’t a monster, a killer, he was just different. Eddie Munson was kind and looked out for people who were targeted by others. He was a lot better than anyone in this podunk town ever have him credited for, but I guess people see what they want them to see. Anyways I’m rambling like a crazy person to a bat.” (Y/n) ends her slur of words with an embarrassed chuckle.

Eddie wouldn’t have cared if she had kept talking for hours if it meant he could hear her say his name and speak so kindly. Minus Dustin’s relief to finding out Eddie was alive he hadn’t heard many kind words be used in the same sentence as his name, not since Chrissy. “You’re almost as cute as he was sweet boy.” (Y/n) giggled petting him once again. In that moment Eddie desperately wished she could understand his squeaking. “He thought you were the cutest girl in all of Hawkins.” Is what his little chirps meant.

“Is this what Harrington over there wouldn’t read to you baby?” She cooed reaching over carefully to pick up the book. Eddie fluttered his wings in excitement bouncing up and down on the surface. “Want me to read to you?” She asked. As an answer he flew right up to her shoulder nuzzling down into the fabric of her vest. “Okay okay let’s see where you left off sweet boy.” She giggled finding the page seemingly most recently dog eared.

With Eddie snuggled comfortably into her shoulder she began reading. Eddie could swear with each silly voice and exaggerated reading he felt himself swoon. She put so much passion and care into her reading even if in her head he was just an animal. His eyes get heavy and he tries to force them to stay open wanting to enjoy this for as long as possible. Little do they know Robin has returned and is standing by Steve watching the exchange the pretty girl long gone.

“Are you kidding me he’s a literal mangey furry animal and he’s still getting chicks?”

“Aww is Steve jealous of the wittle bat?”

“No I just mean he’s got her wrapped around his little claw already what the hell.”

“Looks like our new girl is gonna be the Eddie whisperer.”

[fizzyxcustard]

Broken

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x Original Female Character (Amy Holland)

Warnings: Torture mention, flashbacks, PTSD, nightmares

Word count: 3767

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas' colleague, working for MI5 as an analyst. She sees Lucas experiencing intense flashbacks out in the rain, and takes him back to her flat to comfort him.

Comments/Notes: This fic is partially based on an episode of Spooks (season 7, I believe) where we see Lucas having flashbacks when in the rain.

Special thanks to all my mutuals who participate in writing sessions with me over on our Discord server. And, as always, @the-fragile-heart-of-a-lady who is the biggest Lucas and Amy fan I know. 

I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.

Drip. Drip. Drip. 

Flashes of the place Lucas had been confined to for eight years. Grimy tiles, pain, despair. Oleg Darshavin’s face. 

Lucas closed his eyes hard, and the flashes became more intense. He stumbled back, almost falling over his own feet. His heartbeat was thundering, and his adrenaline was coursing fast through his veins. 

Amy walked quickly, crossing over a main road, and then slipped up a quiet backstreet. The rain had become a heavy drizzle, thick in the air. From head to foot and she felt sodden with water. But she continued on, splashing through the odd puddle.

She heard a groan. Her eyes darted to her right quickly and she saw her colleague standing slumped against the wall. “Lucas?” she asked. “Are you alright? Has someone hurt you?” 

Lucas couldn’t help but smile weakly as Amy showed nothing but concern for him. “I’ll be alright,” he replied. 

Another drop fell from a balcony above and splashed down Lucas’ face. He tensed, gasped, and fell back again. 

“You’re far from alright,” Amy said, and grabbed his arm, holding him against her. “Come on, my flat is only a street away. Are you okay to walk a bit further?” 

Lucas smiled again. “I haven’t lost my ability to walk, love. I’m fine.” 

The two of them walked to the end of the small backstreet, and then turned right, out onto another main strip. Amy kept Lucas’ arm tight in hers. She knew full well the reasons that he had reacted the way he had. No one on Earth would be able to withstand a literal hell like Lushanka without coming home with mental scars. 

Amy’s flat was a ground floor maisonette, which was situated next door to a small supermarket and a pub, which was extremely convenient. She let herself and Lucas in. 

Warmth immediately wrapped around Lucas, a huge contrast from the chilled atmosphere outside. 

Amy was a couple of steps behind him. She switched on the light, which illuminated a small kitchen. “I’ll pop the kettle on for a drink. Do you want anything to eat?” 

That smile again. He couldn’t help it. “If you’re eating, then I’ll have something, but don’t put yourself out.” 

“Give me your coat and I’ll put it up in the airing cupboard to dry off.” 

Amy disappeared out of the room for a minute or so, and when she returned, she was holding a bath towel. “Here, if you want to dry your hair off. You can have a bath, too, if you like.”

“Love, I’m fine. You don’t need to fuss.” 

“Lucas, I know what happened outside. So stop trying to shrug everything off and act like you’re fine.”

Lucas pursed his lips and then averted his gaze to the carpet. Her words seemed to hit a nerve inside him, which would normally beckon a defence mechanism. But he bit his tongue, holding on to the realisation that she was being kind when she needn’t be. Amy could have quite easily walked on past him, or just said goodnight and not bothered to try and help. 

The kettle boiled and Amy prepared two mugs of tea, and then began sorting through her freezer for a large pizza. “This should take about twenty minutes or so to cook. Do you want to come into the living room?” 

Lucas followed Amy through into her living room, which wasn’t much bigger than the tiny kitchen. There was a television in the corner and then one small sofa. Against the wall next to a window was a book case filled with ornaments and trinkets. Amy began to speak. “My roommate moved out a week ago, so I’m looking for someone to move in with me, otherwise it’ll be me moving. You know how high rent is in London. No way can I live here on my own. My mum and dad, who live up in Coventry, live in a house that they paid half the price that this would go for, and it’s got three bedrooms.” 

“How come you moved down to London then?” Lucas asked, taking a sip of his tea. 

“To be with my ex. But when we split up, I’d already got a job here and didn’t want to move back and be a burden on my parents, so I stayed.” 

Lucas realised that even though he’d worked with Amy for almost a year now, since she started at Section D as an analyst, he didn’t know that much about her. They spoke most days in passing, and had even sat together at lunch in the canteen once or twice, but their conversation had never been below surface level chit chat. 

Amy could feel her nerves taking over; her mind analysed everything that was coming out of her mouth, making sure that it passed the test to be spoken. That overanalytical mind came in handy for her job, but when in social situations, it held her back. She’d always had a crush on Lucas, but knew he was very much out of her league. Everyone in the office knew that he had been involved with a CIA agent, Sarah Caulfield, who was pretty, petite, blonde. The typical woman most men would want. Amy was far from that. Short, curvy stature, a dark, shaggy pixie-type cut and not a lot of confidence. Amy was very aware that Lucas North would never go for the likes of her. 

“I’ll go and check on the pizza,” Amy said, and disappeared into the kitchen. 

Lucas surveyed the room, seeing all the Disney ornaments opposite on the bookcase. They made him think of her fancy Dumbo mug that she had on her desk at work, and the Lilo and Stitch notebook she kept handy. 

The warmth had him suspended now and he felt calm, having forgotten all the memories of turmoil from earlier that evening. 

“Not long to go, I don’t think,” Amy said, offering a smile. 

Lucas returned the smile, noticing how pretty her eyes were. They were green. And when she smiled, it made a twinkle shine in her eyes. And as she sat down, he caught a faint whiff of her perfume; sweet and feminine. Why was he suddenly noticing all of these things now? 

“Are you sure you don’t want a bath? I can start one for you.” Amy asked again. 

“Maybe once we’ve eaten. So what made you join MI5?”

Amy tucked her leg up under herself on the sofa and looked at Lucas who was only a foot or so away. “I saw the advert when looking for another job. I used to work at the JobCentre as a work coach, but it become too stressful.” 

“So you came to work for us?” Lucas chuckled. 

“It can be stressful, but not in the same way. My old manager was always breathing down our necks for targets as we had to try and get as many people into jobs as we could, and if we didn’t manage a certain quota then we were put on performance reviews. If I wanted any time off, I had to book about a month in advance. I just couldn’t keep putting up with it, and somehow I got through the selection process for MI5. You can talk to me, you know? I know we don’t know each other that well, but you can talk to me. I know what you went through in Russia. So you don’t have to try and make the conversation all about me to avoid talking about it.” 

Lucas sighed, gripping the mug tighter in his hands. “It’s not really something I want to re-live, Amy. And I appreciate your kindness more than you know, but I want to take my mind away from it. I have enough dreams and sometimes, like earlier, I’m taken back completely out of my control. I’d rather talk about you.” 

She smiled sadly, knowing that Lucas would talk to her when he felt the time was right for him. “There isn’t much to tell about me really. I’m boring.” 

“Come on, you’re far from boring. Tariq is always saying how great you are, and I suppose I’ve just not had chance to get to see any of that yet. And, maybe you already know, as it’s public knowledge on the grid, but Tariq does have a crush on you.” 

Amy choked on her tea. “Oh, no. I feel sorry for him. If that’s true, I honestly had no idea.” 

“You’re telling me that you never noticed?” Lucas laughed. “Amy, come on! He’s always getting you things, whether drinks or food from the vending machine. He watches you sometimes from across the room. He is so obvious.” 

“I’m going to check the pizza,” Amy replied. 

Lucas noticed that her face was straight, void of any kind of emotion. It made him feel ashamed for bringing the topic up. Had he embarrassed her? 

In the kitchen and Amy opened the oven and took out the pizza which was on a metal tray. 

“Amy? I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Lucas said softly. 

“No, no, it’s okay.” 

Lucas stepped closer, and apologised again. 

Amy looked up. “Please, can we just leave it?” 

Suddenly, the tray that the pizza was on slipped from Amy’s hand, which was covered in an oven mitt, and hit her opposite forearm. The pain was immediate and Amy dropped the tray onto the table and cried out. 

“Aim!” Lucas exclaimed. He rushed to her and ushered her to the sink, turning on the cold tap. He held her arm under the tap. 

Amy sighed as the cold water hit the burn, but couldn’t help look up at Lucas. He was so handsome; so much so that it made her sadness rise again. 

Lucas locked his gaze with Amy’s for a couple of seconds, with him still holding her arm under the cold water. Her skin was smooth, and she had plump cheeks. Her lips looked moist, and for a brief second, he wanted to kiss them. 

“I’m sorry,” Amy said. 

“What are you apologising for? It was my fault that you got distracted and this happened. Come and sit down, and I’ll finish plating up. Here, take a cloth and wrap it around your arm.” Lucas grabbed a tea towel from the counter and wet it under the tap, and then wrapped it around Amy’s arm. “I’ll get the food.” 

Amy sat down in the living room, waiting for Lucas. She kept the tea towel on her arm, but now her mind was racing with other thoughts, which dulled the pain. 

Act natural, Aim. Act fucking natural. 

Lucas brought the pizza in and placed the two plates down on the coffee table which was in front of the sofa. He’d sliced the pizza into quarters, giving them both two large slices each. “Can I still have that bath?” 

“Of course you can.” 

After they had eaten, Amy started a bath for Lucas and poured in some lavender bubble bath. Since they had eaten, the rain had started coming down heavy once more. 

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” Amy asked. “It’s tipping it down again, and I couldn’t see you walk home in it, especially after what happened earlier. Please stay over. There’s still a bed in the spare room. You can have some of my blankets.” 

“On one condition.” 

“Okay.” 

“You let me take you out for breakfast in the morning. It’s the least I can do,” Lucas said. He was lingering in the doorway as Amy kept an eye on the rising bath water. Slowly and he began removing his blue shirt, leaving him in his black vest. 

Amy could see his tattoos and felt a blush rise in her cheeks. This man was just too bloody attractive, and no doubt he knew it, too. She turned off the water and quickly slipped past Lucas out of the door. 

“Hey,” Lucas said, catching her hand. 

Amy looked up at him and felt her breath catch in her chest as he smiled...yet again. 

“Thank you,” he whispered.  

While Lucas was in the bath, relaxing, Amy remained in the living room with another mug of tea. She was watching an episode of Doctor Who with David Tennant and Billie Piper. Most of the words coming from the television set seemed to shoot in one ear and then slip out the other, without any comprehension taking place in between. 

A vivid red line was now present on Amy’s left forearm, and the sharp edge was still present in the pain. The dull thumping, however, had stopped. 

Thoughts of Lucas swirled around her mind, and she tried not to imagine him naked underneath all the bubbles in the bath. The harder she tried and the more intense the daydream became, until she was imaging herself undressing slowly in the bathroom doorway, with him watching eagerly in delight. 

“I haven’t watched Doctor Who in years.” 

“Shit!” Amy cursed, almost dropping her mug of tea across her lap. 

Lucas stepped into the room, wearing only his jeans and black vest. “Haven’t you burned yourself enough tonight, Aim?” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t sneak in and actually try to make me jump,” Amy hissed back. 

“I wasn’t trying to make you jump at all,” Lucas continued, sitting down beside Amy. There was a defensiveness in her words and actions that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was as though she was trying to keep him at arm’s length, somehow scared of him getting too close. “You just seem on edge and jumpy with me. I’ll go if you’re uncomfortable.” 

“No, it’s not that you make me uncomfortable. Please don’t think that at all. I’m just…” she shrugged, trying to think of her next words. “Ummm. I’m crap getting to know people, that’s all. I never know how to make small talk. It doesn’t come natural to me. I prefer to have big philosophical conversations, rather than talk about the weather or the latest episodes of reality television.” 

Lucas smirked. “So talk about something deep then. Whatever you like.”

“I’m going to have a shower now.” Amy got up from the sofa, taking her mug of tea with her. “I’ll grab some blankets from my room while I get my pyjamas ready.” 

As Amy disappeared out of the room, Lucas sighed. Why was she closed down? Had he offended her? It felt as if the longer he spent with her, the higher her walls became. For a couple of minutes, he let his gaze lock on the television and follow the Doctor and Rose on the screen. 

Once Amy was showered and dried, she made her way back to the living room, where she saw Lucas still sat on the sofa. He looked up at her and smiled. “I’ve put some blankets and pillows out for you on the bed, so you don’t have to stay out here with me if you want to go to bed,” Amy told him. 

“I’m fine for a bit longer, love,” Lucas said, stretching his arms up behind his head. “I don’t normally sleep until late anyway.” 

“I really fancy some chocolate. Do you want some?” 

“Sure, if you’ve got enough.” 

A minute later and Amy came back with a large block of Dairy Milk. “Here, help yourself. I could quite easily eat a whole block sometimes, but I have to control myself.” 

Lucas broke a few squares off the block and began to eat, enjoying the sweet taste. “I don’t think you can get much better than Cadbury’s.” As he spoke, Lucas had a mouthful of chocolate. 

Amy giggled at his lack of airs and graces. For once he was showing himself to be less than perfect, as Amy had always imagined him to be. 

“What?” he asked, mouth still full. 

“Just you. I never thought you’d be the kind of man to talk with your mouth full. You’ve always come across to me as though you’re very proper.” 

“Me? Proper? You must be joking,” Lucas laughed. 

For the next couple of hours, Amy and Lucas continued to share the block of Dairy Milk, while old episodes of Doctor Who played in the background. Their conversation began with work, discussing an ongoing operation. But then Amy mentioned her ex again, which gave Lucas the perfect way in. 

“How come you split up?” 

“He just said he didn’t love me anymore,” Amy said sadly, her gaze dropping to the carpet again. “I don’t really think he ever did, to be honest.”

“Why do you think that?” 

“I don’t really want to talk about it. It’s embarrassing and quite shameful, so I don’t particularly want to share it.” 

“Why would he make you feel ashamed?” 

Amy looked up at Lucas, her eyes wide. “Please, can we just not? You have a past you’d rather not talk about, and so do I.” 

The air between them turned quiet, until Amy got up. “I’m going to head to bed now. If you want to stay out here and watch the telly, then by all means do. You know where everything is in the kitchen.” 

Lucas looked up at her, feeling his heart sink in sadness at her response to him. “O…okay, love. Remember, breakfast in the morning. If I shouldn’t be awake when you get up, just wake me.” 

“Alright. Have a good night,” Amy said, and left the room. 

For a good hour, Amy lay in bed, her mind twisting and turning with the conversations of the evening. She was not prepared to lay out her deepest insecurity to Lucas. A gorgeous man who could easily have any woman – surely Amy would just be something he could mock if he really knew her. 

Why do I constantly put myself out for other people? And it’s always for people who wouldn’t do the same for me. Lucas would happily turn his back on me and forget tonight, and walk off into the sunset with a beautiful woman. All of it just shows how weak and stupid I am. 

Suddenly, Amy was pulled out of her sleep by shouting. For a split second she forgot that Lucas was in the flat with her, and terror gripped her tight. But then the realisation that it was Lucas filtered through, and she jumped out of her bed, fumbling through the dark. 

In the living room, she flicked on the lamp which was beside the television. Light erupted and filled the small room. Lucas was still shouting; his words were incomprehensible, being a mixture of half screams and words. 

Amy looked to see him trashing on the sofa, his hands in tight fists. “Lucas?” she called. She got on her knees next to the sofa and put her hands on his shoulders, trying to calm him. “Lucas?” she said louder. “It’s okay, you’re safe. Come on, wake up.” She then shook him. 

Lucas’ eyes shot open and he gasped, staring at Amy for a second, no recognition present on his face. 

“It’s Amy. You’re safe in my flat. It’s okay.” 

Amy’s voice beckoned Lucas back to reality and he began to focus, recognising her. The light from the lamp created a halo around her head. He couldn’t help but sigh and drop back onto the sofa. “Oh, Aim, I’m sorry,” he groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. “I’m a fucking mess.” 

“No, you’re not,” she said, giving a smile. “Do you want a drink?” 

“Please. Anything will do.” 

Lucas followed Amy through into the kitchen where she picked up a bottle of Dr Pepper and poured two glasses full. He couldn’t help but smile at her mismatched pyjamas; a Dumbo T-shirt and a pair of red and black plaid bottoms. 

Both of them took a huge gulp from their glasses and remained silent for a few seconds, before Lucas spoke. 

“The dreams never stop,” he said. 

Amy looked at him and thought he looked beaten down in those moments, as though the weight of the world were upon his shoulders. 

“Lushanka was…”

“Shh, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” 

“I want to. I want you to understand, Amy. I want you to understand me and know why I reacted the way I did in that backstreet. The torture would come when I least expected it; night or day. Beatings and water. Somehow the water was worse. I couldn’t breathe; every second felt like it was my last. And even now…I…I feel water on my face or head and it brings everything back. I can’t stop it.” 

Amy saw Lucas’ hands shake as he spoke. She grabbed them and held them, warming them in her own. 

She wanted love and comfort. He felt that so deeply with him. It was as though she built up these walls, but her actions would contradict that as she grappled for some hint of warmth and affection. 

“My…um…ex-boyfriend, he…” Tears welled in Amy’s eyes. She looked up at the ceiling and then back down at Lucas’ hands. “I know he didn’t love me because he never made time for me. I’ve never had someone make time for me because they want me; it’s only ever what I can give them. I know my place now, so I stay there.” 

“One man doesn’t speak for everyone, Aim.”

“Maybe what I’m trying to say is, if he couldn’t love me, then who else could? I’m sorry. I’m making this about me now, and you’re the one…”

“No, I want to listen,” Lucas said. 

“Maybe we should just leave it and go to bed.” Amy dropped Lucas’ hands and began to turn, but was shocked when she felt him grab her hand. 

His steel blue eyes were locked on her. “You were there for me tonight when I needed someone. Twice, I might add. When it was raining and just now when I woke. You were like an angel, calling me to safety. And I want to be that safety for you.” 

Amy took a large exhale and found that she couldn’t unlock her gaze from his. It was mesmerising. 

Slowly, Lucas moved forward and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. His hand curled around her cheek, and his fingers brushed up into her hair. The kiss began to grow more heated, their tongues seeking each other. 

Amy pulled from the kiss, her breath hitched and she looked up at him. “I…I can’t do this, Lucas. You want something casual, and I’m not like that.” 

“Where did you get the idea from that I wanted something casual?” 

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(I may write a sequel to this, depending on how this is received)

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[ambcass]

ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀʙʏ || ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

a/n: thank you all for your requests! A lot of the fic is in my drafts rn but I can squeeze in a few more. if u see this, feel free to request smth :) THIS IS MY FIRST DARK FIC

MDNI! DEAD DOVES DON'T EAT

tags: Yandere! Jaime, swearing, female reader, helpless reader, kidnapping, angst, fluff if you squint your eyes, obsessive praise (if that makes sense), drugging, needles, fight scenes, knife, blood, PET NAMES USED (babe, baby, good girl, pretty, ect.) NO HAPPY ENDING😊. OUT OF CHARACTER BEHAVIOR

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Jaime loves you so much. He tells you every day how much he can't live without you being in his life. He clings to you like a lost puppy. Following you where ever you're headed. He tries to calm down when you're talking to another guy. Hell, he hates it even more when that guy you're talking to is one of his friends. After your conversation with Bart ended, Jaime walked up to you two and asked you to wait as he pulled Bart aside before coming back. Ever since Bart doesn't speak a word towards you. You obviously knew your boyfriend had something to do with it.

Later that night you guys had an argument. Like all arguments, he says things like “you wouldn’t leave me if you didn’t care.” , “Where’s the old you”, “C’mon my love, don’t act like this.” You always stayed. He said you were the problem and you believed him. You wanted to change, just for him. Not last night though. He sang the same song but you took it from a different approach. You spoke about possessive he’s been acting but he says that “it’s for your own good.”

You stormed out his house with so much frustration flowing through your body. Should of waited until the morning. You walked out his home and into the cold, dark night. Suddenly your phone kept buzzing. You opened it and it’s Jaime begging you to come back. Pleading you to not leave him but you don’t answer.

My Beetle💙: Eres tan dramatica! (You’re so dramatic) You know I just wnat the best for you… please baby text me back❤️

you ignored him. A few minutes later, your phone rings again.

My Beetle💙: I miss you bebe.

ignored again. At this point you were back home, lying on your bed. It got hot, really hot, but you had no AC nor a fan. Best idea you came up was to open your windows, wide. The air ran through your hair like a Disney princess singing a love song. Once more, your phone rings. This time you took a peak at the message.

My Beetle💙: Stop being for difficult for me. Don’t make me get you myself.

You didn’t think much into it. He has never physically hurt you. So you ignored it and went to sleep. What a mistake you made.

You next woke up to beeping and metal softly clashing to each other. Slowly opening your eyes, a head of dark blue and bright, glowing yellow eyes stared at you. You were about to scream for help but this figure covered your mouth and nose with a piece of cloth. You kicked its stomach, rolled out your bed, and ran straight for the door. Before could run out, you turned back around to glance at your bed. He disappeared from your view and nowhere to be seen

I can run now, you thought. You turned back to the door and POW. A punch directly to the face. You fell to the ground. You, knocked up, on the cold bare floor. Your vision was blurry but you felt two fingers pulled your eyelids down to close them. Before you were completely out, you felt yourself being dragged by foot off to somewhere.

Once you woke up and your vision was starting to clear up, it didn’t take you a long time to realize that you were tied up to a chair in an empty room. You tried breaking free but the ropes were too tight. You shouted,

“Help me! Someone please…” Foot steps slowly creeped behind you. That gradually got louder and louder, until they stopped. You felt a presence lean behind you. Then a tip of a knife was then placed right beside your lip.

“Nu uh. Don’t speak sweetheart, unless you want me to carve this pretty little mouth into pieces” This tender, chilling voice could only belong to one person.

“J-jaime!?” Before you knew it, your cheek to slashed. You didn’t scream but you cried. Cried like a little baby with blood oozing out of you and dripping on the floor. Jaime circled around you until you met your gaze. He lifted your chin.

“Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” He pulled out a white paper napkin and started to wipe the dripping blood from your cheek. “Isn’t that much better, mi amor?” Tears were flooding down your eyes. You had so many emotions packed up but you knew you couldn’t show them. The consequences may cost your life.

He whipped out another napkin and wiped your tears for you. “It’s okay pretty, you’re safe with me…” he wrapped your head around his arms and held you close to him.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Jaime lets go. The blood on your cheek stained on to his shirt. He bends down and kisses your wounded cheek.

“Well, my sweet girl didn’t want to listen to me. She didn’t understand how much I wanted to protect her. She insisted on talking to some other guy but me-“ you cut him off before he could finish.

“He’s your best friend! And I’ve known him longer than you did. I don’t know why-“ you tried to prove your point but he slapped you for cutting him off. Left a red handprint on your face.

“You need to learn how to be a good girl for me,” Jaime said in heartless tone. “So the two of us will just spend some quality’s time with each other. For a very long time.” He smirked when he saw you shake your head nonstop. He had the apprehend here. He had full control of you now. He pulled out a needle with some type of drug in it.

“Please Jaime, I’m sorry. I’ll never talk to any guy but you. Don’t do this, I love you.” You pleaded him to stop but he doesn’t. He slowly circled behind you. He brushed his fingertips starting with your head to your arms. He moved your hair aside and kissed your neck softly. You were so focused on this caring side of him, you failed to notice the fact that he was injecting that needle into your immune system. You got tired. Very tired. Your eyesight slowly blurred up as you fluttered eyes more frequently.

“You’ll be good as new when you wake up, I promise” was the last thing you heard from Jaime before it was all black. Last thing your own conscious heard and felt anything.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 10-Ambush (PART 1)

Marinette was having a difficult time getting her art project done. You would think it would be easy. Her problem? She was on her tippy-toes trying to get the book she desperately needed from the library. She was just about to jump and try to grab it, when she felt herself be boxed in. Someone else had grabbed the book. Marinette turned to thank the person and found herself in Damian Wayne's chest.

"Th-Thank you?" she spoke, reaching for the book.

Damian kept the book, just out of her reach.

"Art class assignment?" he questioned.

"Yes." Mari smiled.

"You swear you saw Damian Wayne come in here?"

"I swear!"

"Why would Damian come in here? Only nerds go in here!"

"Damian has the highest grades!"

"Damian Wayne isn't a nerd!"

"Once we start dating, you'll see!"

Damian sighed. Marinette quickly pulled him close by his tie and threw her arms around his neck. Damian dropped the book, as he grabbed the bookcase and his other arm around her waist, stopping her from falling under his weight.

'Was I wrong about her?'

"You-" he hissed.

"Shhhh!" she hushed back.

Damian heard the girls shriek behind them. He was sure they appeared to be in a compromising position.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Who the hell is that bitch?"

"I thought he was single!"

"Hey, all of you need to leave, now!"

"But-"

"Now! No shouting and no innapropriate language! If you don't leave, you'll be headed to the Principal's Office instead!"

Damian leaned away the moment he heard their footsteps walking further away. He looked down to see Marinette blushing and looking at the floor.

'So she couldn't handle her own actions?'

Damian smirked, "I wasn't expecting to get ambushed by a classmate."

Marinette quickly looked up. He was able to see her cheeks had turned bright red and so had the tips of her ears.

"So-sorry!" she squeaked, "I just wanted to help. They didn't see me so they'll just assume you are dating someone and back off."

'Not taking advantage of the situation? If I remember correctly, she's had trouble with other girls for not acting like them. She doesn't like crowds or lies. She is honest, herself.'

Damian boxed her back in and tilted her chin up so he could get a better look at her.

"Except, I'm not a liar." he whispered, "How about we work on the assignment together?"

"O-Otay!-Kay!Kay" Marinette stammered, "I meant okay!"

"What are you looking for in your report?" Damian questioned.

"Um, I mostly work in fashion design. So lots of cloth, fabrics, textures, dyes, history." Marinette explained.

"For example, how they use to paint with eggshell powder and berries?" he asked.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, "What kind did they use to dye clothes? How did they know how much to use? Art helps move culture around so much and no one realizes it."

Damian smirked, "My mother use to give me paint palettes. After some time, I believe she made them herself, but I never asked. It didn't matter at the time, but now that she's gone, I wish I had asked her where she got them. Paint in tubes don't come close to what I'm use to."

Marinette smiled, "Do you still paint?"

The Wayne heir nodded.

"May I ask what kind?" she questioned.

"Realistic, mostly." Damian spoke, "I painted Mother recently, but something is not quite right. I have put it to the side for now."

"Is it an older memory?" Marinette asked, "If it is, maybe try to paint something you remember more. Something more recent you remember of her. It might help you figure out what your other painting is missing."

Damian thought of Talia and the last time he saw her. There was fire, blood, smoke. She looked invincible. He could practically smell the metal and taste the ash in his mouth. He quickly put that thought away for later.

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[viktoriakomova]

i want to make this a separate post instead of tacking it onto the last post i reblogged, because a) i feel like its getting way too far away from the point of the OP and as someone who has been in that position several times on my main blog its annoying as shit, and b) i dont want it to feel like anybody is ganging up on OP or "dragging" them or whatever, i dont think what they said was mean spirited or came from a place of bad faith etc etc etc. (if i did i would have been a whole fucking lot meaner in replying lmfao) and i also dont think anything it said was Wrong tbh.

okay all that being said!

i will put my tags of my last reblog in the main text here, because this is something i want to expand on:

not to get too Deep about it but. the colonizing countries literally have more wealth and resources and opportunity *because* th#*they stole so much from the global south. they have the $ and the stability to develop ‘frivolous’ things like gym#at the direct expense of the colonies who are left penniless and in perpetual chaos and upheaval

(for context this is re: children of immigrants in diaspora and their connections to their parents'/grandparents' homelands and culture, and maintaining those ties when the reason they came to the global north are for increased opportunity for success and upward mobility etc.)

i wont turn this into a treatise on economic exploitation and its consequences like i alluded to in the tags (i would if i had like 3 glasses of wine tho lol) but the following is something i really do want to underscore:

i love nemour for a lot of reasons. the gymnastics itself, yes of course. i know i snark and make jokes all the time about her shitting on the FFG every time she does anything great under the 🇩🇿 flag. but sincerely, what she is doing for gymnastics in algeria, in north africa in general (hell even in africa overall given the attention that african champs got because of her), is truly something special. i will admit that i dont stay on top of algerian sports media lol but i do speak french and what ive seen, just what has come across my radar, in the francophone algerian press (both in france and in algeria) is drumming up major excitement about her. this is the kind of attention that gets people who otherwise wouldnt give a shit emotionally invested in the sport. the social and historical baggage of the treatment of algeria and algerians in france, and the olympics being in paris, is just the icing on the cake.

its not exactly the same dynamic, especially not in terms of the Discourse about resources and access in diaspora, but i cant help but to be reminded of daiane dos santos, who famously started the sport at the age of 12. and only 8 years later she became a world champion on floor. she was the first world champion in WAG from brazil, south america entirely in fact, ever!!!! rebeca andrade mentions her all the time as an inspiration for her as a little girl. rebe went out of her way (i mean that figuratively as well as very literally, we all know the story about her brothers escorting her through the favela to the gym and back) to do the sport, because she saw dos santos do great things and looked up to her. and now shes REBECA FUCKING ANDRADE. would we have Rebe™ if it hadnt been for daiane? no probably not!

i guess it just..... not "upsets" me, thats not the word im looking for, but maybe gives me pause when i see anybody say (about any of the aforementioned US-born gymnasts representing other countries, not just in this case with nemour) that its opportunistic or undeserved to be competing under the flag of a country your parent(s) came from but you've never properly lived in. because...... isnt that the whole purpose of the multi-generational Narrative Arc? dont they pick up their whole lives and move to "wealthy" countries to pursue better lives for themselves, and more importantly, for their children? and then their children do take advantage of those opportunities they would not have gotten back "home" and reach the highest levels of a (very expensive and, until very recently, highly "inaccessible") sport. and then there's a chorus of "well it isn't like she's FROM from there and came up from the ranks within that country." i mean you're not wrong but thats.... kinda the point!!! she couldnt have done it at "home," shes a clear example of how much talent there is in places that are torn apart and dirt fucking poor and how if you give those people the opportunity, they can be really fucking good at this! world class, even!

she is, in a very REAL sense, "representing" algeria. if she does well in paris (🧿🧿🧿🧿 *furiously knocking on every wooden surface in my apt*) she will become an emblematic iconic sports star for algeria. she will be the reason a ton of little girls in algeria (and even franco-algériennes in france) will want to sign up for gymnastics! she will have (and has already had, by the looks of it) a tangible impact on the popularity and the future of the sport in algeria. it cannot be overstated how fucking much that means.

[mlm-writer]

Beyond Saving (Dick Grayson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Nightwing (Young Justice ver.) x Hunky Male Reader (trans-friendly) For the pride prompt: Perfectly straight man finds something awakening in him after getting picked up like he weighted nothing by hunky reader Rating: Teen and Up Words: 693 POV: Third Summary: You find Dick with a broken leg on your morning run and then carry him to your car to get him to a hospital. Dick never realised before that being manhandled is really hot. Notes: Happy Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. Only thing specified about the reader’s looks is that he is jacked af.  Tags: gay awakening, reader is a dudebro, Dick is having a sexuality crisis, it is short and kinda cute, fluff I guess, meet cute and Dick is basically looking at the reader like ‘oh no he’s hot’ 

Thinking about it, it was kind of ridiculous. He fought criminals on a daily basis, worked with and against metas and got at least once a week punched by an alien. All that and yet it seemed his way to go was starving to death in a sinkhole in the woods with a broken leg. It was a nasty fall. He shouldn’t have gone running while texting. “Help,” he sighed, knowing that he was the only one out here at four - or maybe it was five already - in the morning. He had no idea what time it was. His phone had broken as well, when he fell on it. 

The sun had started to make itself known, when Dick heard footsteps of another runner. “Anybody out there? Please! I need some help over here!” However, just as quickly as the footsteps had appeared, they passed by. Dick cursed to himself. Not only did he have to hope for someone to pass by, but also for them to not be wearing earphones. His leg hurt like hell, but he kept his hopes up. One of those people had to be his golden ticket out of here and to a hospital. 

The eighth runner that passed by seemed to stop at Dick’s screams for help, motivating him to yell some more. “I am down here in the sinkhole! My leg is broken!” He looked up to the bright morning sky, the blue as blinding as it was beautiful. To accompany this natural elegance, a man hung his head above the hole Dick found himself in. “Hey, a hand please?” Dick called out again.

The man pulled his other earphone out of his ear. “That doesn’t look good, buddy,” he called down, before his head disappeared. Dick was about to cuss him out for just leaving him there, but then the man full on jumped down. His powerful legs left deep footprints in the dirt where he landed. Dick watched in awe as the strong individual approached him and knelt down to look at his leg. “Yes, that’s very broken,” he commented, before looking up, captivating Dick with his mesmerising eyes. “But don’t worry, I’m going to get you out of here and to a hospital.” 

Dick wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was just this man being his saviour, but there was something about the assuring confidence in his eyes that brought heat to Dick’s face. “Th… thanks. I’m uh… I’m Dick, by the way.” The man gave his own name, before doing something Dick never thought he would witness anyone do. As if he was made out of packaging foam, the guy lifted him up like he weighed nothing to him and swung Dick across his shoulders. The superhero was at a loss of words as the man climbed up the side of the hole and walked down the trail at a fast pace that did not jostle him too much. 

Dick was aware of the people seeing them, but he was more aware of those strong arms holding him in place and solid shoulders radiating heat. He was positively gobsmacked, unsure of how he felt about the situation, but also pretty sure he wanted this man to manhandle him for the rest of his life. “You okay up there, Dick? You’re awfully quiet.”

“Yeah, I’m… I’m fine, thanks. Just not used to being uh… carried like this.” The man let out a hearty chuckle that vibrated through his body. Dick could feel it. 

“Yeah I can understand that, you’re built like a log man! When your leg has recovered, you could pay me back by sharing your workout routine.” “I’m amenable to that.” 

Was he being too forward? He did not really care. As long as this was not the only time he got to speak with this Adonis, he would gladly go to the gym with his guy. They could spar… in the gym… and… other places… Dick was gently put into the back of a nice, but old looking car and driven to the hospital nearby. His leg would be fine. His heterosexuality, on the other hand, was beyond saving.

[thesungod]

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Right, makes sense to see it as a plot device. I guess when you consider all the factors there really weren't a lot of other choices 💀

Thanks for the lovely reply and the fic rec :) I will def check it out

Btw do you have any solangelo fic recs or fics that you like? I've been having a hard time finding fics

solangelo recs?? of course!!

well, first off: anything solangelo by @buoyantsaturn who i hope doesn’t mind being bothered tagged. Particularly I know what I should do, but I just can’t walk away and I’m in Hell. Both Modern AUs and both masterpieces!! The first is a College AU that largely focuses on grief and healing, the other an AU where Will has a daughter and hires Nico as a nanny.

As someone who usually prefers canon fics, these were soooo great.

But really, everything I’ve read from this author is well written and captures Nico and Will so well that you can’t go wrong. Pick one and enjoy.

also: like a dog with a bird at your door by RegretfullyRegretful (and anything else by this author too). It’s also a Modern AU (Nico and Will are best friends who marry for convenience) but oh. god. Oh god. Obsessed with it.

Big classic: both with the lights on and will the lights on (same story but told by Will’s PoV) by nikkiRA. This is my comfort fic. I re-read it what? Once every two months? And it hits every single time. It’s a lighthearted College AU for when you need a reminder that love exists. Also Opportunity Knocks, still by nikkiRA. It’s set in canon and it’s about Nico having to relive the same day over and over because he’s been cursed by Aphrodite (u can guess what she wants him to do to break the curse lol).

Anything by Rosyredlipstick!! Particularly the star and the nothing (Nico tries to make a relationship with Will work as he struggles with trauma and alcoholism), Rental Love* (Nico hires Will as a fake boyfriend), and hands cupping sparklers (them getting together in canon while the entire Camp roots for them. It’s HILARIOUS). But really, every single one of their Solangelo AU fics. Some of them are set in canon and some are not, but all are amazing.

As If Hands Were Enough (To Hold An Avalanche Off) by theroyalsavage is also an amazing College AU.

if you need, come build your home in me by yrbeecharmer is a canon fic that follows Will growing up, from his first day at Camp to getting with Nico. It’s great and made me go all 🥰🥰 in my feels.

too much (yet never enough) by significant_what is a masterpiece. AU where Nico and Will meet in Catholic school. I get teary-eyed just thinking about it.

I’m halfway through Sanctuary by Tundras_And_Taigas and it’s pretty great!! Basically it’s set during ToA (but Nico and Will still aren’t a thing) and Will is forced to go live in Nico’s cabin.

and you can check out my fics if you want: Bad Sons (you kinda have to have finished ToA for this one tho) and Made your mark on me (a golden tattoo), but i’m a bit… weird when it comes to shipping. Bad Sons focuses more on Will as a character and his relationship with Apollo (tho plenty of solangelo fluff!!) and Made Your Mark On Me is about cheating, so i don’t know if they could be to your taste. I also don’t presume to think I write as well as the names I’ve given you but I try <33

I consider most of the fics I’ve recced pretty well known by fandom standards so I don’t know if I’ve helped you find anything new, but I hope I did!!

As for random pjo fics I like, I mostly like ToA ones so, lol

The Stolen God by @tsarinatorment is a great one, tho again I’d advice finishing the series to read it.

Also post-ToA, Build It Better Than The Sun by @seavoice is amazing

ToA fics by @flightfoot (Keyseeker on Ao3), particularly Memories of Godly Selfishness (Apollo and Meg are forced to watch some of Apollo’s memories and realizations are realized) and her long series God’s Eye View. I still haven’t had the chance to read the second one but every ToA fan I know has and what can I say, I trust my people.

@moodyseal has some too, my fave is A Spark Of Hope because it’s an obligatory read after TBM.

Aaand that’s all!! Unless you want Jasico recs, in which case we could be here another hour but I think I’ve overwhelmed you enough ahahah.

[peachymilkandcream]

Someone To Love|Part 6|Reiner Braun x Jealous Reader

(A/N: So like I said this series is pretty short so I'm only doing seven parts to it, this was just a little blurb I thought would be fun. Note that even though this has been posted on Wednesdays, after it's over I'm going back to only doing two series a week, posted on Monday and Tuesday. The only reason I did this separately because it was something already promised, short, and mostly pre-written. Hope you enjoy and comment to be tagged in the finale!)

WARNINGS: implied nsfw, depression, attempted suicide, violence, general angst, slowburn, lowkey love triangle with a happy ending, not a warning but Reiner calls you nicknames instead of y/n (because I personally can't stand it)

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Betrayal. Trust broken. Revenge.

It was nothing Reiner didn't deserve, but hell if it still felt like a punch to the gut.

He had come back to that cursed island with the determination to save the world in mind. He would save everyone, especially Evelyn. He would rescue her from hell and bring her back home safely. Reiner had failed her once before, letting Levi take her away, he couldn't screw it up again. This time he'd kill the bastard so she'd never have to look over her shoulder again. So she could feel a life of peace. He believed in all of this she was just a helpless victim.

And then The Rumbling shattered his faith in her. She was right about Evelyn. She was a traitor.

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Reiner could barely look at either of them, the Ackermans, across the campfire acting like nothing had happened. Everyone else welcoming the monster into their presence, did no one know or care? Were they content to just allow such evil in their midst with no looks of disgust or hatred like his?

All his affection for Evelyn was a conflicted jumbled mess, she had been one of the masterminds behind the destruction of his home, helped cause the very thing threatening to destroy the world as they knew it.

But what part of it was her, and what part was someone else pulling the strings? Was she an innocent bystander or was that all more lies?

She had betrayed him, used him and led him to think her life in Marley was caused by her terror of Levi, and yet here she was, seemingly content by the whole thing. Was any of it real?

Reiner thought of Evelyn like an angel, untouchable and pure, he was determined to make this world better so that she had her rightful place as a queen to live in it. But now with the veil off her hands were just as filthy as everyone else's. Unwillingly or not, she had condemned the world to death, and he couldn't tell if she truly regretted it yet.

There had to be some other play at work, a threat, some hidden forced deal she had made to ensure the safety of her and her unborn child. He knew Evelyn, she was the kindest and most welcoming person to the Scouts that he knew. Most of the others saw her like a mother, but to him she was special. She never would have agreed to this willingly...

Right?

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Words had been said, none of which Reiner didn't agree with. But as he stormed off reason kicked in and allowed him to think. As much as he wanted to he couldn't kill Levi just yet. He needed him to stop this madness. Only after could he even think about getting even, he had to use his head or they'd all be wiped out.

As he laid there, trying to find peace and sleep, surprisingly his thoughts went to his friend back home. She had been worried about him, told him to come home safely. No one else had ever done that. Even his own mother sent him off with pride, not fear. It was like his life mattered.

And if Evelyn was so willing to defend Levi at all costs, betraying his trust again and again. Could he ever make her see the danger she was in with him? Or was that all a lie too?

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The sound of thunder filled the air, the skies in the distance darkening to a smoky black. There were in for one hell of a storm.

Those still in the market started to hurry home, fear of being drenched overcoming them. She was no exception, quickening her pace to ensure that the threatening water drops wouldn't seek to ruin what little food she could afford to buy.

However soon people started bumping into her, more of a hurry being made to run in the opposite direction of the clouds.

"Watch it-! It's just a storm, no need to kill me over it-" She huffed and kept walking, stopping when she smelled the scent of fire and smoke filling the air. "What's going on?"

Panic had set in, her people running to the gate that separated the outside world with their little community. It was like mass hysteria had taken over, something was going on, something horribly wrong.

She followed them until she made it to the clamoring crowd. "Someone please tell me what's going on!"

"Titans!" A man shrieked, terror in his eyes. "An army of Titans! They came from the sea, they're flattening everything and coming this way!"

"But the military will stop them, we have the strongest military in the world-! Surely a few Titans can't stop them."

"They fled, all of them fled or got crushed, there's nothing to stop them!"

Her basket of groceries dropped, soon crushed into paste as more panic filled the air. The realization hitting her.

The Island Devils had made good on their promise.

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Synopsis: After Kite's death and seeing just how much trouble you all were in, you part with Gon to go find your dad. It doesn't take you long to find him... Much to Ging's displeasure.

A/n: no ships here. Just a sassy reader... this stems from this post:

BTW If you read her response in the voice of Elle Woods we can be best friends "What. Like it's hard?" 🤣🤣🤣

Your foot tapped impatiently against the marble floor of the office. It seemed that your father was taking a break from his normal expeditions to work on something far less exciting. Your eyes wandered to the clock, how long has it been since you left Gon with Killua? 20 hours? It felt like a life time had passed, the image of Kites dead body all sewn up burned into your eyelids.

Every time you closed them you saw him like that... And you fucking hated it....

The sound of shuffling caused you to break your hardened gaze from the clock, instead shifting it to the door where you knew Ging was standing just beyond the wooden frame. You could audibly hear a sigh and you in turn rolled your eyes at his stupid behavior. You tried your best to mask your presence, but all of the anger and sadness clouded your brain and you were sure your aura was easily detectable.

You heard him take a deep breath before the door opened, and there he stood.

The man you hated the most, but in the same vein he was the man you needed the most at this moment. You weren't sure what he could do, maybe give pointers or some comfort. Now that you were sitting here in front of him, you were trying to figure out exactly what you needed from him. Did you just miss him? No... That wasn't it, you hated your father.

But you couldn't help but feel slightly at ease seeing him in the flesh.

"How the hell did you find me" he grumbled. The door closed behind him as he stepped more into the tiny office. Your eyebrows shot up, and he knew what was coming next.

"What. Like it's hard?"

Your dad rolled his eyes at your sassy remark, you were like him in all the wrong ways and he had no one to blame but himself. You stood suddenly, hoping to ask him for some help- "Is Gon with you?"

"No"

"Does he know you were coming to find me?"

"No"

"Does he know you CAN find me? I mean how long has he been looking for me... 1 year-"

"2. He's been looking for 2 years. And telling him where you are defeats the purpose..."

The both of you stood in silence. For someone who didn't care about Gon, Ging sure did care about where Gon was, and if he knew where Ging was. It was ridiculous. "So what is it then?"

You let your eyes drift to his boots, lips pursing as you fought back the tears bubbling under the surface. "Kites dead"

The awkward silence grew tense at the two words you just uttered and something told you Ging wasn't aware of this fact, which was shocking. "Kite wouldn't allow that-"

"Okay well he is, Dad so... I need your help" you tried to stay strong, but the slight cracking in your voice told him all he needed to know about the situation. He bounced on his feet, mind reeling on how he can help - if he can help...

"Kid, I don't know how to help. What do you need?" Ging didn't like helping, he despised it. But you were his kid. He raised you by himself and he loved you. You knew that which is why he hated seeing you in the flesh...

Because you always got your way.

Your eyes lit up, telling Ging that you had an idea of how he could help. "Okay... This may sound crazy but... I have an idea"