these 2 sets have been sitting in my drafts for a few days

How to Motivate Yourself When You Just Don’t Feel Like it

I was feeling particularly unmotivated lately—unwilling to take my own advice, tired from work and cleaning at home, and wanting to use my weekend simply to relax. So, I decided to do Camp NaNoWriMo the night before it started. Now we are on day #2 and I’m hoping I can keep up with my daily goals.

I’m sure a lot of you are in the same boat OR you just want to get back into writing full-force. Here are a few ways to motivate yourself when you’re just not feeling it:

Why did you originally start writing?

Ask yourself what you like about writing a novel. I used to turn to writing as a form of relaxation, so I need to remind myself of that from time to time. It’s exciting to get lost in your own world and it’s good to put other responsibilities aside for an hour or two. Try to rediscover your love of writing or remind yourself why it makes you so happy. Keep it fun!

What are your goals?

I know my goal is to finish this novel by the end of the month (first draft). I try to visualize myself at the end of the month sitting on top of something I can be proud of. I know it will need a lot of work, but I’ll have something I can mess with. I’ll have some fully formed ideas. I try to keep that in mind when I become unmotivated. I want to finish this story and I want to have another novel under my belt. Try to remind yourself of your goals.

You can always move on to something else

If you’re not feeling your story and you’ve been at it for a long time, you don’t have to continue! A lot of people don’t have that option when working on a NaNoWriMo project, but you do have the option to take your story in a new direction. Don’t get stuck on a scene that’s not exciting for you, move on to something else.

Figure out why you’re not excited about your story

Most of the time, I realize that I haven’t fleshed out a scene enough OR I’m just not interested in writing that scene at all. There will be highs and lows in your novel, but you should be excited about almost all of the scenes you write. If you’re not, your readers won’t be either. Pinpoint why a particular scene or character, etc. is not motivating you in any way and try to find a way to fix it. Change the setting or consider cutting a character.

Dream cast your novel

This has helped me immensely with my new project. Before Camp NaNoWriMo started, I casted each character in my head and that’s helped me flesh out a lot of my story so far. It might sound like a silly idea, but it can really help you visualize scenes in a clearer way.

-Kris Noel

Rescue Me [2]

Part Two of Three

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2640 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ GRAPHIC Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap the willies, sillies!), Oral (female receiving), thigh riding, swearing, dirty talk.

A/N: You guys, I’m such an idiot! I put this in my drafts and forgot to post it!

Part One


This day was never going to end.

You were leaned back in your chair in the conference room, peaking through your fingers at all of the novels you had written through the years lined up on the table.

Natasha had recognized your name and raced to her room to get her collection. “I have read each one at least 5 times over,” she had said at the time. You were flattered, really. It just always made you uncomfortable talking about your work.

Like you were doing now. Tony had asked you about the plot line of each book. And he wanted details.

Steve pointed at your most recent novel, just released 2 months ago. “This one sounds familiar.”

You nodded before sitting up straighter in your chair, “It is based on the jewelry heist that went wrong last year,” you said, pulling the book toward you and flipping through the pages. “You know the one… Julian Marcus and his goons almost made it out of the jewelry store before a security guard that they hadn’t noticed popped up out of nowhere. He had hit the silent alarm and slashed the tires on their getaway car. Julian shot him, point blank. He is currently sitting on death row for his multiple charges.”

You looked up when you were met with silence. Everyone eye in the room was on you. “What?” you asked, feeling uneasy.

Tony shook his head in disbelief, “How do you know all of that?”

You felt your face heat. You had rambled and revealed too much information. Nervous habit. “I um… uh, got granted visitation to meet with Julian for an interview after his court date.” You pushed the book back to the middle of the table. “He told me everything. Even where he hid the jewels before the police had captured him.”

Silence. Again.

Nat was the first to speak, “Wow.” She shrugged when everyone turned to look at her, “What? I’m impressed.”

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Wrapped Around

Jimin x Reader // college!AU // 9694 words

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Originally posted by bwipsul

Genre: Fluff, warning: groping(?)

TA refers to teaching assistant

Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now sigh and I feel bad for not putting out anything this winter break! This is a somewhat exaggerated version of what is a combination of my friends’ freshman year haha. Man I love college.


College had been a lot harder than you expected and you struggled, barely able to crawl past the finish line that was the end of freshman year. As sophomore year came around, new year, new me, you had declared. You were on a mission to bring your GPA back up. No more spending your nights at some random house, celebrating a birthday of a person whom you did not know but rather more nights spent hunched over your computer in some well-lit corner in the library.

Even though you felt invigorated to start the new semester, all that disappeared by the time Wednesday came around. You’re not sure why they call the first week, syllabus week when you had homework and quizzes assigned to you already. By the time it was Thursday, you could only thank god that you were so close to the weekend.

Sat in your final class for the day, your physics discussion section, you could only dream of the long shower you were going to take once you got back to your dorm. The bell rings, and the TA gets up to begin writing on the board but the distant noises of a person running down the hallway makes it difficult for you to concentrate. Within seconds, a rather sweaty boy reaches the doorway, panting as he bows apologetically at the TA before taking a seat right next to you. The TA waves at him dismissively as he continues to drone on about the material you learnt in class this week.

“Alright, now you can work in pairs or groups to solve the worksheet. In 15 minutes, we’ll come back to solve questions 1-3,” your TA declares.

You turn to your right to see that the person next to you had already formed a group with a few other students and you were too shy to ask if you could join. You turn to your left to find the sweaty boy silently working on the problem set. Letting out a light sigh, you begin attempting to solve the worksheet on your own.

There’s a long overdue silence before the boy seated next to you turns eagerly towards you and introduces himself. “Hi, I’m Jimin and you are?”

“Y/N,” You smile politely before turning to your worksheet.

He glances over at your worksheet and scoffs. “That’s wrong,”

“What?”

“That’s wrong,” He points. “You have to use the first equation that’s written down on the board.”

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Your Color

Word Count: 5701

Summary: Bucky thought he finally found the one but it turned out to be your sister. And being the big sister you are, you went to talk the bastard who played with your sister’s feelings. Unbeknownst to him, you are his superior in the army and is more than prepared in giving him a hard time. 

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x bamf!reader

Warning: Language that Cap doesn’t approve of. Extremely long. Probably going to have a part 2. 40s!Bucky is not my specialty. Tell me if you want more oneshots or not please. This is a Soulmate Au where everyone has two different eye colors, one of their own and one is their soulmate’s. Once they meet each other, the eyes revert back to their own color. (bucky has brown eyes in this fic) ([Y/N/N] means your nickname)

PART TWO

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Originally posted by stallingdemons

“You know, Buck. When my Ma and Pa first met, their eyes changed instantly.” Steve shrugged as he murmured his words. 

“I know that, Steve. It’s kind of hard to forget when you mention it every single time I’m with Nancy.” Bucky sassed as he leaned back to his seat in the booth. It was the same diner where he and Nancy first met. It became their agreed on place to meet. The first time they saw each other, it was a sight. They both had one brown and one [Y/E/C]; it was a perfect match.

“You’ve been together for more than a week, Buck. And your eyes hasn’t change a single shade.” Steve tried to knock some sense into Bucky’s head. He has been trying to for a while now. He was there when Nancy and Bucky met. 

“I’m aware. But my folks, it took 2 days, Steve. Two whole days.” Bucky, unlike his friends, still held on to the slither of hope that Steve was just being impatient.

“It’s been 10 days, Bucky. I don’t think she’s the one,” Steve lowly murmured. Bucky opened his mouth to answer but whatever he was supposed to say faded away. He took a deep breath. He knew, deep down, that Steve had a point. “You think I haven’t been counting?“ 

“You’re going to be drafted in a few days.“ 

“Are you really going to let her think you’re soulmates and make her wait for you until you come back to tell her the truth?” That sentence made his chest tighten. 

“No.” Bucky knew exactly what he had to do, no matter how hard it was, he had to do it. It was unfair to Nancy and he knew that. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate before he gets shipped to England. That was his only wish and that was enough to blind him on obvious facts. That Nancy [Y/L/N] isn’t his soulmate. He had to set things straight, even if he had to hurt the woman who has done nothing but want to meet her soulmate but met someone like him instead.


“Oh, you should meet him, [Y/N]!“ 

Nancy twirled around in her dress as she removed the curlers in her hair. There were clear happiness in her eyes and [Y/N] couldn’t help but smile at her sister. Nancy was such a hopeless romantic, the state of the war not affecting her carefree personality one bit. [Y/N] sat on the bed and grinned at her little sister. Nancy sat beside [Y/N] then placed her head on her older sister’s shoulder. “He’s amazing! He’s funny! He so gentlemanly and very suitable for the war! He has a rank too!“ 

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Try Try Again [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Hey guys so this is a part 2 to ‘Why Try?” I got an anon asking for a part 2 right after I wrote it and I wasn’t planning to until I got this idea. I’ve been working on it for a couple days and actually ended up trashing my first draft. I really hope you guys like it because I’m a bit worried about it. I figured the best way to find out if you like it is to post it so here it is lol. Sorry it’s a bit late where I am when I’m posting it, let me know what you guys think! I love feed back! Thanks loves! <33

And expect my next post to be my 900 milestone! Sorry it’s taking longer than expected!

[Frnd/n] - Friend Name

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It had been about 6 months since you and Jason split up, or more you left him. You still couldn’t believe how everything ended. How he didn’t fight for you or try and stop you. He just let you walk out, and it hurts. Your friend let you move in with her after everything happened. Though she felt it was time you get back out there.

You never went out anymore and she’s worried about you. Having used to been so full of life, it was worrying to see you go to work, classes, and come home. Not doing anything in your freetime, only watching TV or reading. Though there was one morning when the mail came with two rather elegant envelopes. One was addressed to you and the other your friend, [Frnd/n].

They were two invitations to the Wayne Charity Gala, and you DID NOT want to go. “I’m not going. I don’t want to see him [Frnd/n]. It will be humiliating, even when we were there together women hung on him. I don’t want to see that. It hurts, especially since he didn’t even fight for me to stay.” Your voice cracked at the last statement.

“[F/n]” [Frnd/n] said, pulling you into a hug. “I know it’s hard. I know you loved him and he made the biggest mistake of his life. You’re smart, and gorgeous, and amazing in every way. But you shouldn’t let him stop you from being happy. How about this? I will find you a date if you decide to go.” She offered, making you laugh. “One of Caleb’s friends?” You asked, referring to her boyfriend.

“Maybe” she shrugged. You nodded, “Okay, but at least let it be someone I’ve met before.” She grinned, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”

It wasn’t long until you learned that you were going with [Frnd/n]’s boyfriend’s friend, Josh. You had met him before but very briefly, hearing mixed things about him, like he was a player and an ass, but that he has cleaned up his act lately. Leaving you to believe it may be a nice night.

Boy were you wrong. The minute you walked in he ended up fawning over multiple different women. Caleb apologized profusely for his friend’s behavior, blaming it on the alcohol. Waving it off you sat at one of the tables, watching your fingers trail over the fabric of your dress. You’d been asked to dance a few times but declined, knowing the men who asked had no interest in getting to know you. Their only interest was to somehow convince you to go home with them.

You looked around the room seeing the people of high society socializing, unbeknownst to the pair of cerulean eyes watching you.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Dick asked, coming beside Jason. Jason didn’t answer just continued to stare at you, thinking about how beautiful you look. “Jason, I know you still love her. We all do. Why’d you even let her walk out that night?” He sneered at the question and downed the rest of his drink. “I don’t know.” He shook his head, not looking at his brother. Eyes falling on a group of women his age fawning over him and the man beside him. Making him roll his eyes. Dick grit his teeth, holding back from shoving Jason right over you. Dick patted Jason’s shoulder before walking away to find Barbara.

Jason’s eyes scanned the room. Them falling on the guy you came with. He made Jason’s blood boil, obviously having just used you for your plus one to the gala. How could [Frnd/n] allow that? Scoffing at how the man kissed a girl’s hand. Glancing back he saw you sitting on your own, looking rather dejected. He’d had enough.

Setting down his glass he pushed by the people and right up to Josh. “Hey!” he caught his attention before grabbing his collar. “Whoa man what’re you doing?” Josh yelped while trying to remove Jason’s hands from his shirt. “You think it’s fun to use people? Huh?”

“Dude what are you talking about?” He laughed but it only angered Jason more. “I’m talking about the woman you used for her plus one tonight.” He growled through grit teeth. But Josh started to laugh more, “Oh, I know you. You’re Jason Todd, [F/n]’s ex. You broke her heart man, brought this upon her. Pitiful really, thought maybe I’d throw her a bone tonight. She may not be my type but she’s still hot. Maybe I’ll –” He was saying before the smirk got wiped off his face by Jason’s fist. The way he was talking about you just set Jason off.

He saw red and didn’t stop even when Dick tried to pull him off him. It wasn’t until he heard someone else. “Oh my god Jason stop!” His fist halted in the air, feeling a hand grab his wrist. Looking he saw you standing there, holding his arm in place. He allowed his arm to fall, and you turned away from him. “Josh, are you alright?” Asking while kneeling by him. He nodded sitting up, meeting the Jason’s eyes before shrinking away.

Suddenly Jason stood up and stormed away. You got up, chasing after him, “Jason!” yelling while following him. “Stop!” Continuing to yell his name and for him to stop until you were out in the gardens alone. “For fucksake will you stop!” Screaming as his feet came to a halt. “What the hell was that?!”

He didn’t say anything but did turn around and met your eyes. “Answer me dammit!” He didn’t, making you heave an irritated breath. “Why? You haven’t talked to me in months and I show up to the gala your family invited me to and bloody up my date! Yeah he was an ass but you didn’t leave me much of a choice. You didn’t fight for me or talk to me, just let me go and n–” Your rant was cut short from him basically running over and crashing his lips onto yours.

After the initial shock you found yourself kissing him back but pushed him away after realizing. “No! No no no!” Saying while punching his chest, feeling hot tears stream down your cheeks. “[F/n]” he caught your attention, meeting his blue hues. “I’m so so sorry I did that to you. I don’t know why I did. I’m still in love with you, I never stopped being in love with you. I thought I was burdening you with my problems and it scared me. I thought I was saving you the pain of my nightmares and horrors of patrol but instead I pushed you away, and I regret it more than anything in my life. I’m weak and selfish and never should’ve hurt you like that.” He shook his head, feeling tears sting at his eyes.

You stared at him in shock. Not having expected that, “Why now?” You whispered.

“Because, I saw you with that asshole and I couldn’t take the way he treated you. The way he talked about you like some object. I realized how stupid I was and how huge of a mistake I made. I’m so sorry, and I love you. I love you so fucking much and I’m an idiot for ever letting you go. I’m so sorry I hurt you.” Watching as the tears streamed down his cheeks, your heart screamed to embrace him but your head reminded you of the night you left.

“Jason I–” You shook your head before he kissed you again, this time hard and passionate. A kiss of love. One that reminded your brain of every good moment that far outnumbered the bad. Pulling away he rested his forehead to yours, “Please give me a second chance, I love you more than life itself.”

Eyes meeting his you saw how genuine those words were, and how regretful he was of letting you leave. You allowed a smile before admitting, “I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

I really want to get back into the habit of writing every day. I mean---I do; I write for my homework, I write in a medical journal, I write rants that I never show anyone else... But I want to get back into writing stories. There's this novel that's been sitting in the back of my brain for months, and I haven't got it on paper yet. I love seeing your little updates of how much you've written each day, but do you have any tips on how to motivate myself and get into the habit of doing the same?

I do! And honestly, posting those little updates is one of them. Nine times out of ten I’m the only one reading them, but posting one every day gives me an extra little kick to get my writing in, especially if I’m not getting started until late in the evening and I’m already about to burn out. Because if I don’t, I have to admit my failure to the internet, and nobody wants to do that. So that’s one idea: make yourself publicly accountable. (Tumblr is just one way to do it, and you’re welcome to jump on the what I wrote today tag if you think that would help!) But this is part of a larger point about making progress, which is that you have a much greater incentive to make progress if you can see that you’re making progress. 

Let me expand: Writing a novel is a long, long commitment. If you have traditional publishing in mind, you’re talking literally three to five years from start to finish. If not traditional publishing, you’re still talking at least a year or two if you have any hopes of producing something truly good that won’t mortify you down the road. That’s daunting. The easiest way I’ve found to get motivated and stay motivated is to have a plan and stick to it. This doesn’t just mean planning to write 500 words or whatever every day, because that’s not enough structure. What I’m talking about is a comprehensive game plan which takes every part of the process into account, all the way from outline to a polished MS. So sit down with a calendar in front of you and ask yourself what amount of time you think you need to get a first draft down on paper. It’s going to depend on how long you think the finished book will probably be, how much time you have to write every day, how your personal outlining process works, and so on. Then set goals, or checkpoints. Maybe you want to have a finished outline by April 1st. Maybe then you can expect to write 1,000 words a day and have your first five chapters by the beginning of May. I don’t know; this is something you have to figure out for yourself. But what’s crucial, in my experience, is having that concrete plan. This is for two reasons: (1) it’s much less daunting to sit down and work  each day if you know exactly what you have to accomplish that day to stay on track and (2) when you do it this way you have tangible proof that yes, you are making progress. And that’s huge. Nothing motivates me to keep writing like the knowledge that every day I’m getting closer to having a finished first draft in my hands.

Now, how you choose to go about doing this is something I can’t really tell you, because everybody’s creative process is different. Personally I know that my first drafts usually come in a little over 100,000 words, but that’s not the only factor. You have to budget time for research, reading (if you’re not reading you have no business writing), and all your other daily obligations. So for me, right now, working with a completed outline, the magic quotient is around 750 words a day on average. For you it may be totally different. You have to find what works. The good news is, there are a lot of tools out there to help you. Here are just a few you can find on this blog:

  • Writer’s Toolbox: A whole bunch of apps and software and freeware to help you write. Find that here
  • Outlining tips: If you’re totally overwhelmed by the concept of outlines and don’t understand how they’re going to help you, I’ve proselytized about that at length here
  • Time management: If you know what you have to write but you’re having trouble staying focused, you’ll find help for that here and here.
  • Motivation: If you’re having trouble staying motivated even after this lengthy post, there’s more advice about that here.
  • General writing advice: You’ll find all that and a bag of chips right here.

I know this is a lot. But writing is one of those things that requires a lot of trial and error and, yes, time. Hopefully some of this, if you take the time to read it, will actually help you to be more productive in the long run. 

Of course, if you have any questions about anything I’ve said here or elsewhere, don’t hesitate to hit the inbox again!

The Draft (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by hamilbabes

Pairing: Phillip Hamilton x Reader

Requested?: Day Three for my write-a-thon! 

Prompt: Philip is drafted into World War II. 

Words: 1800+

Warnings: Set in World War 2, Nazis, Death, War Stuff

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You were a normal young woman living in 1940s New York. You graduated high school and plan to marry your high school sweetheart. For an eighteen-year-old girl in post-Depression America, life wasn’t the best. Women still supposed to stay home, make babies, and be good homemakers and wives. You rebelled from this stereotype and it ended with you being kicked out of your parents’ house once you were a legal adult. You didn’t care, your stepmother never cared for you and your father was too busy working to even come home most of the nights. You ended up living in a rundown apartment in Manhattan. Your step-sister sent you money every two weeks for rent and food. This was your life for the last three months of your senior year. Once you graduated, you got a job working for your boyfriend’s father as a secretary. You didn’t get much pay but it helped more than nothing. Your job consisted of typing up reports and letters on a typewriter, run errands, manage and organize meetings and appointments, and make sure your boss got the letters, memos, and messages that were addressed to him. It wasn’t easy but your boyfriend’s support was what helped you get through it.

Philip Hamilton has been your boyfriend since sophomore year of high school. He was a spitting image of his father; tall, fluffy dark hair, and handsome as hell. He had beautiful hazel eyes and a face full of freckles. He was the complete package; smart, funny, caring, honest, he can even cook! Philip was the son of a World War One veteran and a librarian. He was the eldest of seven children and is very family-oriented. He took the role of the father to his younger siblings because Mr. Hamilton was a lawyer and thus always working. When you’d go over to his house for dinner, Philip sat at the head of the table, his mother sitting to his right, you sitting to his left, and the seven other Hamilton children filled the rest of the chairs, leaving one empty. Mr. Hamilton was home at night most of the time but he ate his dinner in his office, where he’d reside for the night. You felt bad for Philip and his siblings since they never saw their father but you understood why Mr. Hamilton was always busy. You were his secretary after all.

You and Philip had an interesting courtship. Most of your dates were drive-in movies, dinners at his house, or going out for your lunch break from work. He’d buy you flowers often. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, Philip would find any excuse to buy you a big bouquet of your favorite flowers. When he found out you were kicked out of your family home and were living on your own, he insisted you moved in with him and his family. After some time of refusing, you gave in and decided to move in with the Hamiltons. And that’s where you’ve been living ever since.

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It was a sunny afternoon. Since it was Wednesday, you were at work, typing away at the report Mr. Hamilton requested to be done by next Monday. It was about a murder case he worked on earlier that month. You didn’t remember who was part of it or what happened in the courtroom but Mr. Hamilton described the crime scene to you and it was just like an H. P. Lovecraft novel. The lawyer gave you all the files for the case and that’s what you’ve been working on for the last couple days.

The sound of a door opening made you look up. You instantly smiled when you saw Philip enter the office but your smile faded away when you saw he looked sad and his eyes were red and puffy. You slowly stood up, walked around your desk and made your way to him. You said nothing as you studied his face. His breathing was heavy and he was sniffling ever so often. You wiped away some stray tears that escaped his eyes. He froze up at your touch but relaxed, putting his hands over yours, keeping it on his cheek. Now you were very concerned. What had Philip so shaken up?

“Philip?” You whispered. “What’s wrong?”

Before Philip could speak, Mr. Hamilton’s office’s door swung open and Philip’s father stepped out, adjusting his tie and sleeve cuffs. His looked up from his wrist and glared slightly at you and his son.

“Philip,” Mr. Hamilton spoke up, gaining both your and Philip’s attention. “Is there a reason why you are distracting my secretary from her work?”

Philip let go of your hand and stepped forward, standing right next to you. He cleared his throat and said a ‘Yes, sir’ in a soft hoarse voice. You wanted to grab his hand but you knew his father didn’t like you much and will tell you to let go.

“Well, what is it? And why are you crying? Men shouldn’t cry, Philip.”

“I know, sir. It’s just…” Philip paused.

“Just what, son?” Mr. Hamilton pushed for an answer from his son.

“O-Our numbers have been picked…” Philip finally said after a few moments of silence. “We… We’re to report to the draft board in Albany next Monday.”

All sound in the room ceased existing, leaving you and the two men standing in deadly silence. You felt your heart freeze. You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to believe what you thought Philip just said was exactly what he said. Maybe you heard him incorrectly? Or maybe you were in denial? You couldn’t gain your bearings. The room was spinning and slowly growing warmer and warmer. You felt sick. You needed some water and fresh air. You couldn’t concentrate.

The last thing you remembered was your body hitting the wooden floor and Philip yelling your name before you blacked out.

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You slowly stirred, gaining Philip’s attention. He rushed to your side, kneeling next to the sofa you laid on. You slowly opened your eyes, blinking rapidly. You squeezed your eyes tight when the bright light of the sun entered your vision. It took you a few moments to open your eyes again. You looked around your surroundings. You were still in the office. You must have fainted or something because you had a dull but a throbbing headache. You slowly sat up, rubbing your temples.

“(Y/N)!” Phillip breathed out in relief. “My love, are you alright? You fainted when I gave the news of the draft.”

Oh.

So you weren’t imagining that news.

You shook your head. “I-I’m not alright, Philip.” You said softly.

Philip frowned. “I understand if you’re not happy with the draft raffle, but you must understand-”

“Understand what, Philip?” You snapped, glaring at your boyfriend as you slowly stood up, he following your actions. “That you’re going overseas and might die in Europe? That you’re sacrificing your life and your future with me for this country?”

“My dear, every man in this country is in that lottery or volunteering,” Philip explained, running a hand through his curls. “I must serve for at least a year in the army. And besides, there’s a chance I might not be suitable for war or won’t be sent overseas. Please be optimistic.”

“No one can be optimistic about war, Philip.” You retorted. “The only people optimistic about this war are the Axis Powers as they’re massacring innocent lives over their own selfish greed.”

“That’s why I must serve our country, (Y/N). To stop them from massacring innocent lives.”

“I understand. It’s just…” You felt tears form in your eyes and looked away from Philip. “I don’t want to lose you.” You whispered.

Philip cupped your cheek, making you look at him. “(Y/N)…”

“I don’t want you to die on the front line, Philip. Your mother will be devastated. I won’t be able to go on without you. You must stay here where you can be with your family and be safe.” Tears were now streaming down your face.

“(Y/N), I must serve at least a year. It’s the law.” Philip stated, trying to reason with you.

“Well, it’s a dangerous and stupid law!” You cried, collapsing to your knees and weeping into your hands.

Philip kneeled down and held you to his chest, letting you sob into his shirt. Your hands held onto his shirt tightly, balling them into tight fists, clenching the fabric tightly. You cried and cried for some time before you calmed down, your sobbing quieted down to whimpers and sniffles. Philip ran a hand up and down your back soothingly. You sat straight, letting go of his shirt. You sniffed but didn’t look up at your boyfriend.

“Just…” You coughed, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Promise me you’ll be safe, okay?” You whispered, looking up into Philip’s eyes. “Please be careful and safe.”

Philip nodded, smiling softly and taking your hands in his. “I promise, (Y/N).” He whispered back. “Cross my heart. I’ll come home safe to you.”

“Promise me we’ll get married when you come home.” You said-almost-begged.

Philip chuckled, kissing your hands. He kept your hands close to his face as he spoke: “I, Philip Hamilton, promise to you, (Y/N) (L/N), that I will make you my wife the moment I return home from the war. I swear it.” He then kissed the ring finger on your left hand, where your wedding ring will be.

You smiled, stray tears finding themselves down your cheeks. Philip always kept his promises. It was against his code of ethics to break or make any promises he couldn’t keep. You pray this was a promise he could keep. You honestly don’t know what you’d do if you lose Philip overseas. His father was a retired World War I general so you knew he’d be alright if he’s in Mr. Hamilton’s troop. You hoped to God that will be the case.

“I love you, Philip.” You whispered, resting your forehead on his. “With all my heart.”

Philip closed the gap between you with a sweet and passionate kiss that lasted for a few seconds but it felt like a small amount of eternity. It was pure and full of love, just like every kiss you shared with him before this moment. You didn’t want to pull away but you knew you needed oxygen so you slowly pulled away from the kiss, your lips lingering on his for a few more moments before fully pulling away.

“I love you too, my dear (Y/N),” Philip said after a few moments of silence. “I always will.”

At that moment, you forgot about the war. You forgot that Philip and his father were leaving for war in a few days. You forgot about the men dying overseas. You forgot about the world.

All you could see and feel was Philip.

And he was your whole world.

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Flock Together

Part 2

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Revali/Reader
Summary: Steady as they go, Revali and Reader are learning. 
Word count: 1773


Ever since the failed pursuit of the shrine in the snowy lands, things between you and Revali seemed different to put it mildly. Surprisingly, your difference of fighting techniques melded perfectly together, but that should be expected as train fighters the instinct was engraved. He was still proud just as much as you were, but since the talk on the cold night, he had been trying his best not to be such a jerk and vice versa. Everyone of the group started to mention how refreshing it was the verbal arguments have stopped. Princess Zelda poured her gratitude and concerns when you both came back after the incident. At the time you would have readily agreed with her and say it really seemed as the two of you had bury the hatch.

Unfortunately, the relationship with Revali was still in the works. Some days hadn’t changed at all, in fact, thinking back to muttering obscenities at him because he pushed your buttons a little too far. Then the one time you just weren’t feeling social, but Revali wouldn’t have it. He used the end of his bow repetitively tapping your shoulder annoying you to the point of chucking his bow off the cliff. To be fair, you were the one to retrieve it, but afterwards, he didn’t speak to you for a few days. It was fine, you told yourself, the cold shoulder was earned so no room for complaints…You didn’t miss him one bit. Nope.

For Revali, if you mention being skilled in something, he had the nerve to interject stating his incredible feats. His vocabulary was, of course, more advanced than yours, and he’d picked on some of your annunciations. Revali had gotten defensive, you recalled, squawking a bountiful of excuses, all incoherent, because you retaliated asking where he received his education both in academics and athletics. That was a hard day, indeed, you just ended up walking away.

However, you were still curious to the extent of his discipline, and in your hopes asking for his guidance would commence a truce to end all the squabbles, and hopes heightened when he agreed. Despite the cute notion, he turned out to be strict, a harsh critic and overall being completely unreasonable. Sure, archery had never been your strong point, your were better with melee weapons instead of range, but you still felt he needed to ease up a little. By your standards, you were improving quite well, but his choice of euphemism said otherwise.

It seemed the only times Revali and yourself could be around each other peacefully was out of sparring and training. When away from all the action he could be charming and, astonishingly, a thrill to be around. His infallible knowledge of literature was mind blowing, and on those rare occasions he would enthusiastically read stories to you, voices and all.  He could be really endearing… maybe he pulled a couple of chuckles from you too..

“Good Hylia, there is nothing in this world that cannot convince me you have the attention span of a moblin on look out. ”

Sigh, then again….

Stretching your lips thin and glancing over to Revali sitting on the railings of the flight deck, he peered down from his beak raising a brow, and flapped his wing gesturing ‘hop to it’. That Rito sure could make your eyes roll in exasperation. So, facing your back to the drop off, you mockingly saluted Revali before letting gravity to take hold. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you fell backward into the wind swept ravine and quickly pulled your glider from its clasp.

The sudden air draft flung you into the air and you waited for the right moment before letting the glider collapse in itself, a safety line attached to your shoulder strap, and aimed for two bullseyes. You were able to shoot another barrage of arrows before panicking and opening up your glider again. This time around, you allowed yourself to fly a littler higher and attempted another shot, but then felt the sensation of plummeting flooding your senses again, and quickly got the glider out.

The draft allowed you to float back over to the deck and were met with a cackling Rito. Why that feather-brain-- No, no. You told yourself and inhaled while gripping your fists, and then glowered at Revali while he hunched over trying to regain his breath. “Is that what you call poise? My goodness, ah haha, your-your eyes were so wide.” He spread his wing feathers by his eyes mimicking unrealistic proportions. Squinting and curling your top lip, the usual action would be chucking his bow, and boy did you want to, but to show him up you had to be the better person. That meant ignoring his ridiculous taunts.

“Oh,ha ha, mocking-jay,” You allowed yourself that one shot, relishing in it as poor as it was. You then went to tell him to finish teaching when a strong blast of air swept under your glider, casting it to open, and promptly lifted you in the air!

You didn’t have the time to process what the hell happened as the deck, and the stunned Revali, began to shrink from view. By the time that you snapped out of it there was nothing you could do, the safety line to prevent losing the glider was twisting around all the way down wringing along the collar of your shirt. It slowly constricted around your neck, squeezing under your jaw making it difficult to call for help.

Suddenly the draft came to a halt, and the pressure under your jaw lessened while the glider fell after you. With a rush of desperation you clambered for the line and trapped shirt, but were having no pinick in the field reeling the glider in with it whipping about. Thousands of thoughts swarmed your head, panic setting in and wishing a powerful updraft would save you. The whipping line snaked around your wrist cutting off circulation and in that moment all pride to the wind, you began screaming for Revali while falling to the depths of the ravine. Tears of fear began trickling into the air with the only thing on your mind was wishing you had been a better person. “I am so sorry! I’m sorry! Revali! Everyone! I am so sorry!!”  

However, just when you were about to accept your fate, you were pulled from your descent, but the fear had already set in making the appeal of opening your eyes out of the question. It wasn’t until you felt the tips of your boots touch solid ground did you peek an eye open. At first, all there was to see was feathers and a chest plate, and wiggled your gloved hands against the feathers while you slowly came back to reality. A smooth chuckle resonated above you and were pulled from your savior. Revali cocked his head to the side to give you a taunting look and teasingly baby talked, “My, my…Grieving like that when you are in no danger, but it was so precious calling my nam- AH!”

You didn’t give him time to complete his sentence as you shoved him away. The pounding of your heart still hadn’t ceased while tears continued to weld up and bottom lip quivered. He raised a brow at you looking unbearably offended and snapped, “That is uncalled for, [Name]!”

Tiny beads trickled down your face, and with poor attempts tried wiping them away with the hem of your collar. You were truly miffed, and couldn’t believe how uncaring he seemed to be! So self absorbed! Through hyperventilating and frogs caught in your throat, you croaked out the best you could, “It wasn’t, you asshole! I don’t have the ability to fly like you do! I don’t have that sense of security of-of wings! I like to see you in my place!” Your voice cracked as you continued to let your frustrations out, “I am scared, okay?!”

Silence had fallen between you, the only sounds of the chimes hanging off the rafters and your unsettled breathing. Pitifully, you gazed at his eyes, and shrugged muttering, “I didn’t think you’d save me.”

Genuine surprise shown on Revali’s face while he took a step toward you and attempted to place a wing on your shoulder, but you gently pushed it away. “Why would you think that- no… you would think that.” His usual condescending tone grew sincere, and sighed heavily when he ran feathers over his face, “See here… I know you think I am incorrigible, but I will have you know I am not the person you believe me to be.” He took a step closer not once his eyes wavered from yours, and gently collected your trembling hand, “We do have our fits of competitive streaks, and..yes… be quite childish to each other, but you are my comrade of arms!” He slowly stroke the top of your gloved hand and coughed, “A-and it is only right that I save you. As you saved me.”

For some reason, his words did not sooth you and only created a hollow place in your chest.  All you could do was unconsciously click your tongue looking off to the side. The adrenaline finally simmered although nerves felt frayed. Slowly the onslaught of pure embarrassment started kicking in. You rubbed your hands roughly over your face, smacking your cheeks a few times before staring ahead devoid of emotions. “Perhaps we should call it a day, Revali. I think I had my fill.” Revali went to speak but you promptly started walking off. Each step you took the more the void within your chest grew, and all you wanted was to crawl in your yurt and not think about your entire existence.

Large wings wrapped around your form, pulling you back into a chest. Your bottom lip quivered just slightly when Revali spoke in your ear, “I am sorry. I know that was not what you wished to hear…”  His wings snugged around tighter and you let your head fall back onto his shoulder. “I would have saved you comrade, friend, or even…” He sighed while your heart skipped, and brought your gloved hand to rest upon the wing cupping your side. “I…still cannot bring myself at times to say the things I truly wish to say. I know it hurts you, but I promise one day I will get there.”

“No.” Your tone low, and felt his body jolt in surprise, “One day, we’ll both get there.” He let his body sag on to you and assumed he was pleased at the thought.

Otayuri Fic Recs #2

References:
Summary, Thoughts, * (Complete)
Note: This has been sitting in drafts for quite some time and the ones that were WIP are now complete. If you do want an Otayuri Fic Mayhem for the day, or week, or month for your vacation, here’s the second fic rec!

First Fic Rec is HERE.

1. A Heart Beats At Night by  magicalyoyo 
>>  Otabek’s heart was pounding a sickening, dizzying rhythm, but he schooled his face into stoicism as he pulled his helmet off to get a better look.

“Yuri Plisetsky died two years ago,” he growled. “What the hell are you?”
>> ANGST, ANGST, DRAMA, THEN FLUFF. Full of supernatural beings and jargon. I might re-read this again, because I skipped some parts to gush and weep over the Otayuri angst and fluff moments. I missed the other portion of the story, but this is a great read! Several chapters to look forward to.

2. * Anatomical Accuracy by  Fayina (Dayea) 
>>  Yuri has a secret talent in drawing, and he’d be damned if Otabek finds out about his shameful collection of the Kazakh’s portraits. Oh and his skype call with Mila and Sara is getting out of hand.
>> This suits me. Why? Because I’m a sucker for anatomy (and because I’m in a Bio course with a slight art enthusiasm that I would be completely immersed into AU’s such as this one) and because I love College and Roommate AU’s. With Pining, of course. 

3. Break Me Down, Down, Down by  legolifesaver
>> Yuri refused to let anyone call his videos “pointless”. He spent too much of his time on them and he wasn’t about to let some asshole question him.orYuri runs a fashion channel, Otabek makes covers, and they both meet in the middle.
>> A Youtube AU. This AU’s rare for this pairing, but i’m not sure.. I’ll probably scavenge for more if I missed any. Three chapters in and my brains already spewing daydreams all over the place for this couple!!

4. More Than He Bargained For by  FollowYourDreams 
>> Yuri made one mistake. One. But, since it resulted in police bringing him home, his parents put their foot down. Now, he’s being sent away for the summer to learn his place. He’ll be staying with the Altin family and learning from their son, Otabek.Aka, the one where Yuri is a rebellious shit and ends up spending the summer with Otabek and falling in love and shit.
>> First heavy fic I’ve read for this pairing. There is a ton of dense and tear-drenched backstory for Yuri and he needs all the XOXO’s he can get and that’s from Beka himself. My heart kept tearing itself in pieces for my smol little son. Also, I adore a literature enthusiast Beka. Brilliant mentions for Jane Austen and Ernest Hemmingway (if you do want some classics, you could dive in to Ernest Hemmingway’s stories; maybe even a John Steinbeck?).

5. On the Cusp of Dawn by  LoveActually_rps 
>> Otabek bowed to the new Prince and offered the flower crown that his sister, Sabrina, had made and a basket full of fresh cherries which he’d collected from their small farm on the cusp of dawn. Carefully, he set them down on the overflowing heap of gifts.
The Prince, who’d just turned six, frowned at the basket for a long moment before raising his hand and shoving a fistful in his mouth. Otabek blinked at him, totally taken aback.
“Mmm-hum… ” the Prince hummed, closing his eyes, as he chomped on the bites of the plump fruits in his mouth. He opened his eyes, fixing his crystal green glare on Otabek. “Bring me more tomorrow,” he ordered, taking a few more from the basket.
“Y-yes, your highness,” Otabek stuttered, bowing again before he was shoved away by a royal guard to clear the area. He hadn’t missed the way the Prince had shot a burning look at the guard.
[Aka, AU where Yuri is a Prince and ranked highest among Omegas, whose life has revolved around his childhood friend, Otabek, who holds the lowest rank among Alphas. Their worlds suddenly comes shattering down after a loss they both isn’t prepared for]
>> What got me into this fic is the fresh concept of omegaverse. There’s a level of Alphas, Omegas and Betas, with a hierarchy that (idk if there’s a proper wording for this but I’m just word vomitting) dictates how people treat other people and it’s apparent here and it seems to relate in the society we’ve been living in for a while now. I like this concept, and it just sparks a rich dynamic between Otabek and Yuri. Otabek’s determination is also pleasing to read. Here you have an Alpha of the lowest rank who’s trained for years and it’s finally paying (which is fucking awesome). I’m excited for more chapters to come!

6. * I’ll take in stride, the consequences of falling by  harajukucrepes 
>> He wanted to ask to be touched, because in times like this intimacy would break him, and if he was broken enough, Otabek would finally see that he wasn’t ok. Stop having faith in me, stop idealising me, I’m not perfect.But Otabek would kiss him like he was the most wondrous thing to have happened to him, the most treasured, most beloved, and if there was one thing that would make him feel the worst he could humanly be is to be loved like that, because he would only want to lock this feeling, hide Otabek away and crush him underfoot if he could.He would bury his thoughts, destroy his voice, vanquish his own colours.
>> Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful MASTERPIECE. At least for me, it is. It’s just an awe-inspiring work of art! It’s familiar that it almost felt like a Haruki Murakami tale and I don’t see words, I see feelings, music, anything that explores the relationship of these two people. I just love how this author blends all timelines together without disrupting the mood of the story (I think that’s what you call it, I’m not sure). I LOVE THIS PIECE and I love it so bad. This deserves more than one kudos from me!

7. Fly by  foreverhalo 
>>  Otabek Altin, CEO of Altin’s Aviation Academy has a secret business not many know about. He meets Yuri Plisetsky and offers him a chance to become a pilot, a long awaited dream ready to be fulfilled. With no questions asked, Yuri accepts but he doesn’t know what awaits him beyond a simple act of kindness. Then again, Otabek wasn’t expecting for Yuri to open a side of him he wasn’t aware of.
>> This deserves more attention. This fic is AWESOME. It’s a shady business in the guise of an aviation academy that features a darker, much more sinister (maybe? but the author seems to be leaning towards it, idk) Otabek. I haven’t really explored fics with a Dark!Otabek but this is a start. Maybe it’s a mild Dark!Beka for now, but it’s only been a few chapters and I love it. I love the story plot and how Yuri is dragged into this mess. I’m predicting it’s gonna be a bumpy ride for these two idiots. 

8. * They’re All Long Gone (It’s Only You and Me) by  JennaFlare 
>>  Five years after the show, Otabek visits Yuri in Russia and dredges up what Yuri thought was long-dead history.
>> Unrequited love dugged up into something reciprocated after a few years of friendship. My kind of tale, actually. This was an indirect inspiration to my fic ‘now i gotta wash my hands out with soap’ and ‘Reunions’.Maybe because of the events that occurred in my life or maybe because it’s absolutely relatable topic on a daily basis, I love this fic.

9. * Of Monsters and Men by  RoseAnthem 
>> Ever since the day dark, mysterious, and endearing Otabek Altin told Yuri Plisetsky that he had the eyes of a soldier, Yuri hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him, the boy who saw him as something other than a beautiful, delicate fairy. Now three years later, Otabek has moved to Russia to live with Mila, his new fiancee and Yuri’s skating accomplice, and train under their coach Yakov.Yuri knows that his skating career is more important, but he can’t seem to ignore the tightness in his chest when he sees Otabek and Mila kiss or the tug at his heart when Otabek smiles sweetly at him. He knows that he isn’t in love, so why does he feel this way? Yuri decides to bury his foreign emotions as he always does and focus on what makes him happy, but as they grow closer, he cannot ignore the pain in his heart; and neither can Otabek.This is a story about the tough choices of love and the sacrifices you have to make to be happy. The story about two boys who don’t know their fate, because their futures are standing in the way. This is a story about love and life.
>> OtaMila is my NOTP. Friends are… fine, but essentially, I don’t really like otamila (sorry). But I love this story. So much drama! So much self-hate! So much self-deprecation! DAMN this is a monstrous fic! My waterworks filled a dam in my heart. This is so BEAUTIFUL YOU HAVE TO READ THIS FIC. If you want to of course and if you want drama, angst, and all that with a tinge of happy ending, this is your fic. 

10. * Frayed String by  Errolina 
>>  Nikolai Plisetsky always told his grandson that he was the one that got to make his fate and not a string. Yuri always hated the fact that he was always reminded that he didn’t have a soulmate. Otabek always did want to defy what was left of his string and make his own fate.
>> Now this fic takes a bumpy turn on the concept of Red Strings of Fate Soulmates. It’s a fresh concept, one that I adore very much and love how it’s used in this three-shot. Go check this out if you’re up for some tears and fluff in the end. But there’s some angst too. 

(For some reason, most of the fics involve pining, angst with happy endings, and more pining)

11. * Talk Flower To Me by  ABoyWorthFightingFor 
>> "Can I help you?“ A voice asked, shocking him back into reality. Yuri gave a small jump at the sudden words, cursing under his breath for being startled."Otabek Altin?” He asked. The bassoonist gave a nod, but didn’t offer anymore words, so he spoke on. “I’m Yuri. You’re accompanying me, or whatever.”“I know who you are,” he spoke, starting to disassemble his instrument. “You’re in my math class.” Oh. So that’s where the name’s familiar. The black haired teen looked amused. “You didn’t know? You sit right in front of me. Every single day.” The Russian only scoffed with a roll of his eyes to try and hide his embarrassment.
>> In my own Filipino language, “Nakakakilig ‘to”. It’s so giddy and it’s full of fluff everywhere! This is a unique way to spice up the use of flower language. Happy endings coming your way! Read this if you’re having a bad day or nothing seems to get right. This cheers me up!

12. Watch Out for This by  dovesnroses 
>> “It could have been your guardian angel, ya know?” Georgi observes as he’s testing the soda dispensers the next night. Yuri reaches over the bar and takes an olive.“No such thing as guardian angels in this part of the city,” he retorts stuffing the olive in his mouth. Georgi gives him an amused look.“Well if they’d been planning on raping and or murdering you, they would have done it. ”Or: Otabek DJs at the club Yuri works at, and everything goes from there.
>> Awesome piece of work! I’m loving the dynamics of not just Otayuri but other people as well. I can’t really predict what’s gonna happen in this fanfic, because recently there was some angst, and while that angst was resolved, I’m not entirely sure it’s gonna stay that way.. After all it’s still a WIP, so I’ve got a feeling there’s more! After all, what’s a happy ending if there’s no angst? HAHA kidding kidding.. But I love this fic. I re-read the sentences over and over again until the plot’s in my memory cabinet. Go check this fic out!

13. crystallofolia by  RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus) 
>> Yuri stared at the flower, utterly paralyzed, ignoring Viktor’s scandalized, “Oh my!”“What the fuck is this?” My eyes aren’t beautiful .Without wavering, Otabek continued to hold the flower out. “I call it a tulip. As well as an offer of friendship.”AU in which Viktor is a florist looking to start a family, Otabek is a flower vendor dreaming of home, and Yuri is an orphan wrapped in seven layers of teen angst that he can only get out by screaming profanities and shoving flowers in people’s faces.
>> What other way to spice up the language of flowers than to put a gallon of angst, backstory, and more angst. It’s like embedding the scientific name of a parade craniates in a fanfic that has an involvement with the feelings, the plot.. everything! If you want a dose of new flowers per paragraph and chapter, this is the fic you’re looking for.

14. * Reaching out for Silver Linings by  Muspell 
>> There’s a whole life he didn’t know. A whole person he didn’t know. A whole person Yuri considered his best friend.
But who the fuck is he? Is anything Yuri thinks he knows actually true?
Who the fuck is Otabek Altin, after all?
Has he ever even known who his best friend was?——————————————-
Warnings are there for a reason, please have that in mind.Second part of the KazGang series, sequel to To Judge a Book by its Cover.
>> Angst… So. Much. Angst. So much misunderstandings… I’ve been treading lightly when this fic first came out because I knew how I can’t get over an angsty fic easily, so I waited till the angst wavered for a bit before reading it. And it was mind blowing. Still mind blowing. I’m planning to read this again because I like how Otabek’s dark history was portrayed here. So mysterious… 

15. * A Stiller Doom by  Tessa on Ice (tessacrowley) 
>>  “It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions … ferment in the masses of life which people earth.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
>> I saved the best for last. It revolves around the OmegaVerse, the major differences on how people treat alphas, omegas and betas and how it influences Yuri as a omega skater amongst the crowd of alpha dominant field of skaters. What I do love this if most is how the politics blends in chapter by chapter. It’s rare that I read such and I love how the socio-political aspect was dealt with in this fanfic. This is a great read, and if you are into stuff like this, you could try this out! 

Becoming Real - Part 9

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Originally posted by connie-awanderingsoul

Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader.
Setting:
Erebor after BOTFA (Everyone lives, fix-it).
Synopsis: Firmly established in Erebor and fed up with the tedium of their daily duties, Thorin’s company tries to revive old times by going on a camping trip. Meanwhile, Thorin is reconsidering his choice of queen and trying to avoid the company’s well-intentioned meddling into his love life, with mixed success.
Warnings:
NSFW eventually. Angsty. Hurt/Comfort with a lot of hurt.  
Notes:
This is the first sequel to THE LONG DARK. It will make a lot more sense if you read that story first. My thanks go out to my darlings @hardlyfatal@fromthedeskoftheraven, and @snugsbunnyfluff for listening to my interminable whining about this story, making excellent suggestions and slogging through my first (and n-th) drafts without a single complaint.
Words:
3715


Cast off what has been realized
Turn back to the subject

                                      — Bassui

Thorin opened the door to the hall with care. He had gone for a walk, which had failed to clear his head. Now the moon was close to setting. Its cold light slanted through the high windows, skimming over a small, blanket wrapped shape.

Belatedly, he recalled that you’d chosen to make your bed away from the others, close enough to the dying fire to keep warm despite the night’s chill. Shedding his cloak, he moved to the fireplace to add more logs and worked patiently until the flames were licking brightly at the dried wood.

He should have left then, but he could not bring himself to do it. Instead, he found another blanket discarded over the arm of a chair and laid it over you. It clearly wasn’t enough — your hand, hanging limply off the side of the bench where you’d made your bed, was icy cold.

Thorin searched the storeroom until he found a whole heap of blankets. He took another three and spread them over you, tucking the ends beneath your feet.

You looked impossibly young with your hair braided back from your face. There were deep shadows beneath your eyes, only partly eclipsed by the sweep of your lashes. He’d been so sure of his decision, so determined to bear the weight of it even though he still wanted you with every fiber of his being. After the Arkenstone, he’d been suspicious of his own desires, wary of anything that made him put his wishes over the fate of his people, but perhaps it wasn’t that clear-cut.

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anonymous asked:

So I have always wanted to write but I have never been a particularly good story teller although I have a very active imagination. I just struggle to put what is in my head into words. Do you have any general tips to become a better writer? I've tried some fanfiction writing but its all super cheesy.

Thanks for your question, anon!  It sounds like you’re going through something a lot of writers, especially beginning writers, struggle with at times.  I know that there have been periods for me where it felt like I could perfectly envision all these amazing scenes, but when it came time to write them out… nothing.

Originally posted by wattpadwriting

I do have a few tips from experience that might help you through this time :>


How to Make the Words Work

Writing in itself is very complex; there are a lot of things to think about, and it requires so much brainpower that it can stifle creativity.  So I’m gonna keep it very simple.  Your problem is getting the words to match the vision?  I’ve got six tips for that.

1. Think About Writing

This seems like a non-tip, because most of us do think about writing – probably more than we actually write.  I could spend hours lying in bed, just daydreaming about stories that I’ll never put on paper.  But the first step to writing is thinking about what you WANT to write.  This means that if you, in your heart, want to write a fanfiction, you should do it!  If you want to write a vampire romance, go for it!  Go with your initial inspiration for now.  One day, you’ll be confident enough to branch out and try something crazy – but for now, just write what you want, darnit.

Once you’ve decided what you’d like to write, give yourself time and space, somewhere quiet, somewhere peaceful.  Think about it.  Imagine your story, until you can see it in your head, through your own eyes.  Imagine the settings, the feelings.  Imagine the climaxes.  Think your way through the first few chapters, until you’ve got an image in mind from which you draw everything else.  Don’t be so anxious to write that you skip the pre-writing stage.

2. Now Write It!

The second step is to give yourself plenty of time, find a comfortable place to sit, stretch your muscles, drink some water, and just write.  This means no TV in the background.  This means no scrambling for the perfect musical score.  This means no excuses, no phone, no puzzles – just shut yourself somewhere and give yourself no other outlet.  You either have the option to stare at the computer for an hour, or write.  Odds are, you’ll pick writing.

Now, this is the problem, right?  The words aren’t coming out, or if they are, they sound all wrong.  So you can sit there and force yourself, but the odds are you won’t be happy with what you write.  So what’s next?

3. Forget Description

One of the biggest causes of writer’s block, for me, is thinking about description.  Describing settings, characters, and actions is a lot of pressure!  Writers have to communicate something entirely in their head, without paint or cameras or actors – just in words.  The more you think about the image you’re describing, the more stressful it can be to try to write!

My advice is to skip description entirely, for the first run through a chapter.  Start by writing strictly the action of the scene – what the characters are doing, saying, and thinking.  Forget what they’re wearing or where they’re going.  Don’t worry about anything except the activity, and write it fast.  Then, once you’ve finished the chapter, scene, or section, go back and add the description in there.  Then you can take it more slowly, and feel less pressure… because it’s already written!

4. Forget “Perfection”

I can say confidently that most if not all writers are embarrassed of their first drafts – especially myself.  I try to never show or publish a first draft of my story!  But when I was younger and wrote primarily fanfiction, there was this culture, especially online, of write-to-publish prose.  My fic-writer friends would finish their oneshots and publish them within minutes, and they would all seem so talented!  But the trick is that professional writers don’t do this.  At all.  They get the story out, warts and all, and then go back and edit later!

The enemy of the writer is self-editing, A.K.A. “I’m stopping in the middle of this scene because that sentence didn’t look right, and I actually don’t like that piece of dialogue, and wow looking back that whole page was really wordy, maybe I should cut that out before I continue,” etc.  It’s the anxious writer’s mind that destroys us, one and all.  So allow yourself to stink!  Cringe at what you write, and laugh, and keep going, until it’s all on paper.  Then edit it.  Make it pretty later, and your troubles will cease – I promise!

5. Follow Your Characters

A lot of the challenge with starting a story/scene is wondering where the plot should go – how the conversations should transpire, what scenes should happen and when and where, and so forth.  The time we spend thinking about these things is time better spent on actual writing.  So when in doubt, follow your characters – especially your Point-of-View characters.  Think about where they want to go, what they want to do, and when they want to do it.  Write from the perspective of your character, and allow that character to take the blame for all your decisions.  It takes the pressure off you and gives you a guiding voice inside your head!

6. Follow Your Instincts

Although I do insist that you keep from self-editing, there are times when that inner voice is giving some good advice.  Most of the time that I’m blocked, or I feel negative about a scene, it’s because something isn’t right.  Either I’m pushing something too hard, or starting a plot too early, or putting characters in unrealistic situations or relationships.  If everything inside me is saying something isn’t right, it often benefits me to review everything as a whole – not to fix tiny writing mistakes, but to assess the plot.  You may feel dissatisfied with your work because of the plot behind it!  Maybe you’re moving the story too quickly or too slowly, or your characters are bland, or there isn’t enough story to keep it interesting.  Think about these things, and trust yourself.  Whether or not you consider yourself an experienced writer, you have the instinct, and you should follow it no matter what!


That’s all I have off the top of my head, but if you want more in-depth help with any of these things, feel free to send me another question!  Thanks again, and Merry Christmas :)

Originally posted by our-summer-christmas


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Tyler Seguin imagine

“I can’t believe I let you drag me along to a Stars game,” I sighed as I took my seat beside my best friend, Skyler.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked watching hockey and supporting two of my best friends, but having been dumped two days ago, I wasn’t in the best mood to cheer. However, despite my protests, Skyler’s boyfriend and one of my best friends, Jamie, was the team captain and had gotten us amazing tickets to see the game.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh shut up, you know you’re gonna enjoy every second of it.”

I pulled out my phone and went to Twitter and scrolled through the tweets on my timeline.

“Put your phone down, the games starting.”

I did as she said and put my attention on the players on the ice. I instantly spotted Jamie and Jordie, the only guys on the team that I was close friends with.

The first two periods of the game weren’t very action packed but around the middle of the third, I found myself anxiously tapping my fingers on my knee. Both teams had come very close to scoring multiple times.

Skyler tensed beside me as Jamie dribbled down to Pittsburgh’s goal. “C'mon babe,” she whispered.

He shot but Fleury was quick and deflected it.

I sighed and closed my eyes for what I swore was less than a second. The crowd around me erupted in cheers and Skyler had stood up and was smiling. I looked over at the players, Jamie was hugging number 91, Seguin.

“Sky, who’s 91?” I asked once the cheering died down. “It’s not Seguin as in Tyler Seguin from Boston is it?”

Skyler nodded. “I told you he was getting drafted to Dallas. I just met him a few days ago, he seems like a great guy and Jamie is borderline in love with him.”

I turned my attention back to the game. It wasn’t long before Jamie set Tyler up and the Stars scored again.

At the end of the third period the Stars had won 2-0. I waited outside the locker room with Skyler for Jamie.

“You played great today, babe,” Skyler said, standing on her toes to kiss Jamie.

He hugged her and then turned to me. “You’re coming with us right?”

I looked at Skyler with a look of confusion. “Where?”

Skyler cursed. “I forgot to tell you, if the guys won we were going to go get drinks and celebrate with all of them. Please come.”

I down at my black t shirt and ripped jeans, “I don’t think I’m exactly dressed for the occasion.”

Jamie pulled out his phone, “It’s barely past 10, meet us there.”

I sighed. “Alright, but you’re buying me some gin and tonics,” I said, looking at Skyler.

She nodded. “Hurry up, I’ll text you where we’re meeting.”

I exited the arena and drove to the apartment I shared with Skyler. I quickly changed into a black dress and put on some heels on. I let my hair out of the ponytail it was in and pinned a some of it back. I grabbed my purse and hurried to the club we were meeting at.

“(Y/N) come get your drink!” Skyler yelled as she spotted me. She said something to the bartender and he turned around and began mixing things together.

I walked over to where she was sitting and took a seat beside her. “Where’s Jamie?” I asked.

She pointed over to the dance floor. I spotted Jamie and Cody talking to a girl. “Let me guess, Cody asked him to be his wingman?”

Skyler nodded. “He asked Jordie but he failed miserably, the girl basically ran away.”

The bartender put down a gin and tonic in front of me and one in front of Skyler.

“Babe!” Jamie came up behind Skyler and grabbed her hand, “Come dance with me.”

Skyler jumped up and followed Jamie to the dancefloor. He was obviously somewhat drunk, he hardly ever danced when sober.

I laughed as he bumped into Cody causing him to step on the blonde he was dancing with.

Skyler burst into laughter and doubled over.

“They’re a mess, aren’t they?”

I turned around to face the voice. Tyler.

I nodded, “A hot mess.”

He laughed. “I’m Tyler.”

“I know, I’m (Y/N).”

“You’re Skyler and Jamie’s friend right?”

I nodded. “I’ve known Jamie and Jordie since we we’re five.”

He looked over at Jamie who was now trying to grind on Skyler. “Has he always been like this?”

“Only grinds when drunk.”

A phone went off and Tyler sighed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I’ve gotta take this.”

“Go ahead.”

He stood up and walked to the exit.
I ordered another drink and continued to watch Skyler and Jamie’s failed attempts at dancing.

“Mind if I join you?”

I looked at the guy who had taken a seat beside me. His black hair was spiked up and his blue eyes stood out against his tan skin. To say the least, he was attractive.

“Not at all.”

“I’m Alex.”

“(Y/N).”

He smiled. “Beautiful name, it suits you.”

I smiled and looked down at the strobe-lit floor. “Thank you.”

He stood and held out his hand, “Dance with me.”

I stood up and took his hand. He lead me to the corner and we started moving to the beat in sync. We talked about ourselves as we danced, not keeping track of how many songs went by. After a while I started feeling a pain in my knee, most likely from my recent running injury.

“Can we take a break?” I asked, wincing.

Alex nodded and helped me over to a table near a corner. It was an isolated corner, most of the people were at the bar or on the dancefloor.

“What hurts?” he asked.

“My knee, I hurt it a few days ago, I’ll be fine. Can you get me a glass of water?”

He left and returned shortly with a glass of water and a beer.

He placed his hand on my knee, “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I can take you home.”

I took a sip of water and shook my head. “I just need to rest a little bit.”

He nodded and looked at my leg and slowly slid his hand closer to the hem of my dress.

“Alex, stop,” I pushed his hand away.

He put one hand on my thigh and the other reached up to stroke my cheek, “Come on (y/n), a little fun tonight won’t hurt you.”

I moved my body away from him. “Alex, stop, I hardly know you.”

He leaned in closer, “Well let’s get to know each other.” He grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall.

I winced as pain shot up my leg. His muscular arms trapped me against the wall.

“Stop,” I pushed him off only to have him come back and slide his hand up my leg.

“Don’t fight it.”

“She said no, last time I checked, that meant she wanted your nasty hands off of her.”

I looked over Alex’s shoulders and saw Tyler glaring at him.

Alex groaned and spoke without turning around. “Can’t you just mind your own business?”

“No, you’re harassing her.”

Alex turned and walked up to Tyler. “And what are you going to do?”

I limped over to the table and leaned against the chair, suddenly feeling dizzy.

I looked up just as Tyler’s fist connected with Alex’s face, sending him to the ground. It didn’t take long for him to get back up and hit Tyler back.

I spotted Spezza nearby and yelled his name. He hurried over and pulled Tyler back as some other guy pulled Alex back. A man in a black shirt with “Security” written on the back walked over to Tyler and Alex.

“I’m gonna have to ask you both to leave,” he said, and motioned towards the exit.

I carefully walked over to Spezza and Tyler. “Spez, have you seen Jamie and Skyler?”

“They left a little while ago with Jordie.”

I cursed knowing I couldn’t drive with the amount of alcohol I had consumed.

“I’ll take you home, we can pick your car up tomorrow.” Tyler said as the three of us walked to the exit of the club.

“I know you didn’t drink a lot but be careful anyway,” Spezza said to Tyler before going back in.

“You don’t have to take me home, I can call Skyler,” I said.

Tyler shook his head, “Jamie’s probably going to continue the celebration with her back at his place.”

I stopped as I felt the ground moving around me.

He stopped and looked at me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m just-” my legs felt significantly weak. As I felt myself falling he caught me.

“You’re not fine,” he said. “And I’m taking you home.” He scooped me up bridal style and continued walking across the parking lot until he stopped at a Maserati. He unlocked it while still holding me and put me in the passenger seat. My eyes began closing and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep them open.

“(Y/N)”

I felt Tyler shake me but my eyes remained closed. I heard him say my name again before I completely blacked out.

**Part two will be posted soon**

Part 2 is here: http://dawn-speed-the-insane.tumblr.com/post/146781095160/multiple-people-asked-for-it-so-here-it-is

“John! Hercules! Lafayette! I have the newest article by Soulren Marks! It just solidifies my ideas on this man! He is incredible!”

“He? Are you really that blind Hamilton?” I whispered, bringing my tea cup to my lips as I watched the group of men a table away. They had been frequenting the small tea shop I like to call my place of inspiration ever since I started publishing my articles. They are very loud too, so I easily was able to figure out their names.

“Are you sure it is even a he, Alexander? No one has ever seen Marks in person.” Lafayette said, pulling a chair out for the excitable Hamilton at their table. I nodded softly, pulling out my journal, where I drafted most of my articles. I also pulled a bottle of ink and a quill out of my satchel, setting them down on the table.

“No woman could formulate sentences this well. They’d have to be a scholar!” Hercules said, holding his hand out to the articles Hamilton was holding.

“Well, if your father was one of course, you could learn a few things.” I replied to myself, taking a sip of my tea. I sat the glass back down, and opened my bottle of ink.

“It doesn’t matter if they are male or female. All that matters is that they are raising so much moral for the Revolution. Before we know it, the army will start calling for volunteers!” John cheered. I giggled, watching the four men, before I started scribbling on my paper.

Over the past few weeks, I have been observing a group of four men. Each individual and strong willed, but brought together by a common goal. 

The Revolution.

I say, if we are really wanting our independence, we will start having to show it. Like those four. Don’t be so closed minded about the subject. Sing it from the rooftops. Men, riot in the streets. Women, don’t be afraid to speak out against any man you see.

Raise your glasses to freedom.

The Revolution is upon us.

I smiled, closing my ink and wiping off my quill.I read the small passage over and over, before smiling and placing the papers back in my satchel. I look back up to see four pairs of eyes on me, each inquisitive and brilliant. 

I felt my cheeks heat up, as I stood to my feet, slinging my satchel over my shoulder. I walked towards the front door, a soft smile gracing my lips. I suddenly flung my head around, to see the four pairs of eyes still on me.

“Good day boys. I will see you tomorrow!”

The four were shocked as I walked out the front door and down the street, towards my estate.

–The Next Day–

I marched down to the small shop, no satchel in hand. My skirts tugged against the cobblestone, passing British soldiers as I walked.

Once I got to the front door of the shop, I pushed it open gently, stepping inside. My eyes immediately landed on the group of 4 men, squealing and talking rapidly to each other.

“I can’t believe we made it into Soulren Marks’s article! We must have seen them before!” 

I just giggled, walking over and standing over the men.

“Excuse me sirs, but I see that you four got a hold of Soulren Marks’s new article. May I sit and discuss it with you?”

All I Want for Christmas (Part 1/5)

Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You’ve put your career ahead of everything else in life. Then you meet a guy that makes you want to believe in love again, but he’s not interested in you.  What happens when Fate decides you deserve a second chance?  

Warnings – Robbery and death (This sounds bad, but I promise it’s going to get fluffy!!)

Word Count – 3,000

Notes –   This was supposed to have been my 1,500 Followers Celebration Fic, but I hit that milestone over a month ago (you guys are awesome, yay!).  I hit 2,000 last week, so this is still a Followers Celebration Fic!  There will be 5 parts, each part will post every day from now until Christmas Eve.  I’m basing this fic off of a TV Christmas movie, 12 Dates of Christmas.  I hope you enjoy!  Merry Christmas!!  As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

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Originally posted by heartsandwheels

 

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

All I want for Christmas is you, baby

You awoke to the radio playing Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas.  Your friends thought you were crazy for still using a clock radio for an alarm, but there was something soothing about waking up to music instead of a blaring alarm.  You also loved to listen to Rick and Lola in the Morning.  They were a husband and wife DJ team and they always made you laugh.  You waited for the song to end before getting up and making the bed.

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The Bet and the Assistant

Request: can you plz write a fic where the reader is Tony’s assistant & bucky can’t help but notice her( Sam does too) so they strike up a bet to see who can woo her & go on 1 date….She clearly ignore sams attempts & so Bucky wins; they go on a date( actually a couple) One day she hears sam & Buckys convo about the bet & thinks Bucky asked her on that date & many others just for sex(which happened on 1 of the dates) she explodes at Bucky; he tries to explain hisself

@harleycativy

    Tony leaned back haphazardly his chair, texting and paying little attention to the meeting happening around him. Steve was currently trying to talk about certain concerns that were arising in eastern countries and proposing to help the people there… or something along those lines. Tony was otherwise disposed.

    -You are the love of my life, and I want you to know that you’ll always be the best thing life has given me.- he texted with a grin plastered on his face.

    -Tony, cut the shit. Life didn’t give me to you, the paycheck you give me every week did- he looked down to read the text and just barely contained his laughter.

    “Is something funny, Stark?” Steve questioned.

    “Yeah, but I don’t think you’d laugh at it. I don’t think you’d laugh at anything but that’s a different story,” Tony shrugged.

    “So how are we going to get in there to help?” Sam questioned to redirect Steve’s thoughts. These meetings always ended with Tony and Steve fighting. Since there had already been a meeting earlier this week Sam preferred not to have to sit through another argument. Steve looked away from Tony and continued giving information. The door to the conference room opened and the woman who opened the door was engaged in a conversation with Director Fury.

    “He did what?!” you asked, “oh I’ll take care of that. Thanks, Nick,” you gave him a kind smile and continued into the room. You set Tony’s lunch down in front of him, then put two boxes of doughnuts in the middle of the table.

“Ah, finally! I was starving!” Tony exclaimed.

“Well maybe if you read even one of your emails, I wouldn’t have been caught up

answering them. Feel free to have a doughnut, guys. I used Tony’s credit card to pay for em’.” you sat in an empty chair beside Tony and whipped out your phone so you could get back to answering emails and texting important people.

    “I don’t mean to be rude, ma’am, but who are you?” Steve questioned.

    “I’m Y/N, Tony’s new live in nanny. You’re welcome,” you smirked, eyes going back down to your phone.

    “I’m not sure you have clearance to-” Steve began. You pulled off your badge and slid it across the table without looking up and without pausing in your text. While working with Tony, you learned how to multitask. The meeting seemed to continue as normal. You continued your work, which meant texting Tony sassy remarks and important dates, and also updating Tony’s calendar so FRIDAY would also yell at him about the important dates. You never looked up to see the Avengers. Natasha already knew about you, you were her knew favorite person, mostly because you kept Tony alive and out of trouble, but you were also hilarious. Clint knew, because Natasha knew. Sam and Bucky however, barely paid attention after you were in the room. Their eyes wandered over your frame taking in every line and curve that built your form.

    To Bucky you were some other worldly piece of art, and Bucky was familiar with women. However, in his days of skirt chasing, his women had been one color, because any other option would have gotten both him and the girl killed. Looking at you now, seeing how beautiful you were with your tight curls framing your face and your lips still pulled into a slight smirk, he was acutely aware of the possibilities. Of course he was caught up on modern history, and he knew he was free to date just about anyone, without any harsh ramifications. He hadn’t capitalized on this knowledge, because frankly he had other matters to focus on.

    Sam was well versed in black women, obviously, but that didn’t make you any less magnificent in his eyes. Plus any woman that could deal with Tony Stark on a daily basis was basically a goddess. Sam couldn’t even deal with him a full 24 hours before he felt like bashing his head through a wall. Of course,  because you worked for Tony Stark you were obviously well off and he loved nothing more than a woman who was in control of her life. Sam happened to look over at Buck and saw him staring at you with longing. Bucky felt eyes on him so he turned to see Sam glaring at him. Bucky glared back. That relationship hadn’t improved in the slightest.

    Once the meeting was over you stood up and collected Stark, “Come on, genius. You’ve got work to do.”

    “Yeah yeah, you’re so pushy.”

    Bucky was getting up to follow Steve out. He figured it was for the best that he let you be. After all, you probably had your hands full anyway.

    “Hey ponytail,” Sam addressed. Bucky knew he was referring to him, but he really didn’t want to acknowledge the name. His hair hadn’t been cut in a long time. He didn’t exactly have the time to go get a haircut. Plus some people were still wary of him. Sam came up next to him with a determined look in his eyes.

    “Dibs on the girl,” Sam announced.

    “What?”

    “Dibs, she’s mine, don’t talk to her.”

    “Who the hell died and made you king? I’ll talk to her all I want,” Bucky would have loved to believe this was about the principle and not the girl, but to be honest it was a bit of both.

    “Sam, that’s ridiculously. She’s a human being. You call dibs on objects,” Steve chided. Both Buck and Sam rolled their eyes, Steve was missing the point.

    “Fine. If you can get her to go on one date with you, I’ll  call my dibs back.” Sam wagered.

    “You can’t call dibs on a person!” Steve exclaimed.

    “Okay, okay. 100 bucks says you can’t get her to go on a date before I do.”

    “Oh you’re on,” Bucky laughed.

    “You guys,” Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Sam’s Attempt:

    You were sitting in the Avengers tower watching over Tony while he worked on his latest project, your fingers ghosted over the keys of your laptop as you set up more appointments for Tony Stark to cancel, and drafted the corresponding apology letters.

    “Cute brunette, reporter wants to ask you about Iron man.”

    “How cute?”

    “Well he’s about 6 feet tall, beautiful green eyes-”

    “Ha. Ha.” Tony rolled his eyes.

    “You could use the good PR.”

    “Fine,” he sighed.

    “Pretending like you’re fully straight, when I’ve seen your snaps,” you grumbled under your breath.

    “I heard that. I was drunk!”

    “Okay,” you agreed sarcastically. While you laughed at little at yourself, you noticed Sam walk into the room. He seemed to be going somewhere that warranted him being better dressed than his usual athletic wear. You glanced up then went back to work.

    “Oh here you go, you could get a consultation with a guru, to help you realize your inner potential.”

    “I don’t pay you to be funny.”

    “Then what do you pay me for, Mr. Stark,” you asked, continuing the light hearted banter.

    “I pay you to get me coffee, keep me alive, and be pretty.”

    “Well shit. Can I get a raise, because I wasn’t aware of the pretty thing? That costs a lot more.”

    “You seem to be doing well for yourself. You’ve got Birdboy number 2 over here gawking at you. What do you want?”

    “A moment with your assistant,” Sam answered smoothly.

    “Unless you’re gonna pay her checks-”

    “Tony we still don’t know what exactly you’re paying me for. He can have a moment of my time. Not like I get paid by the hour anyway,” you rebutted. You got a kick out of giving Tony a hard time. You learned quickly that the only way to assist Tony Stark is to match his wit, and snark. Once you’ve done that you’re in for the long haul. The few assistants before you hadn’t figured that out, and wound up losing out on a six-figure salary. You didn’t know how they managed not to figure it out, even the damn AI’s talked back to him. One time FRIDAY refused to let him into his workshop until he apologized to her for calling her a dumb computer. You smiled at the memory.

    “I deserve an apology, Master Stark. I am not a dumb computer. I am a very intelligent computer.”

    “You better do as she says before she goes 2001 A Space Odyssey on your ass,” you goaded. The funniest part is, that Tony had to have programmed that into her, the ability to be offended and retaliate.

    “So what do you think?” Sam asked. You came back to the present moment and realized you were not listening to a word this man had said. He seemed like he’d just said something smart, or cocky, from the grin he was giving you. Men who approached you like they were some kind of Godsend disgusted you.

    “About what?” you questioned in an aloof voice.

    “Damn,” Tony chimed in.

    “About lunch later on, with me?” he elaborated.

    “Oh no thanks,” you answered and turned your head to look at Tony. He was leaning over his workbench eating chocolate covered blueberries, “That strawberry blonde woman from the 15th floor is looking for a second date. Should I tell her to hit the ole dusty trail, or are you not done with her yet.”

    “Send her packing.”

    “You fucking suck, she was nice.” you grumbled. When you turned your head back to your laptop you realized Sam was still there, staring at you like you had grown a second head. Maybe he didn’t hear you? That seemed unlikely, but it’s better just to be sure.

    “That was a no on lunch, Sam,” you reiterated. He was good looking, sure. Sam Wilson was a handsome man, and you were sure he was great. He just didn’t get the blood pumping. There was no fire in you belly… there wasn’t even a lone butterfly. You were entirely uninterested.

Bucky’s Attempt:

    You were trying to juggle a lot of things all at once. You often wished you had a second set of arms, but as your foot caught on something you wished for those extra arms now more than ever. Before you could fully accept your fate, someone caught you and kept you from hitting the floor.

    “Whoa, careful there miss. Do you need a hand?”

    Once your were upright and steady you looked at your savior to see Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. You learned about him in your history classes. The pictures in the textbooks were dreamy but they hardly did him justice. He was astonishing.

    “Yeah, thanks,” you grinned giving him your brief case so you could hold on to Tony’s lunch without risking your physical well being. He followed you into the elevator and you were racking your mind for something to say.

“You’re Y/N, right? Tony’s assistant.”

“That’s me, and you’re Bucky Barnes. Captain America’s right hand man.”  

“I always see you around, always in passing though. Stark keeps you pretty busy.”

“It’s like having a child.” you sighed a little.

“Hopefully not too, busy. I’ll start a union for your working rights. Don’t think I won’t,” he

assured. It made you genuinely laugh. He smiled back at you and you felt your heart stop for a little bit. Your eyes scanned over his body for a little while. Bucky Barnes always dressed nice. You had never seen him look like a thrown together mess. He wore dress pants and button ups, with sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbow.

    “Are you going to get out the elevator? I mean, I’m fine with staying and talking to you… but I’m afraid your boss’s lunch is getting cold.”

    You realized that your were standing there, like an idiot, just staring at him. You cleared your throat and stepped out, walking towards your office, “He’s not gonna eat it anyway,” you grumbled, fishing your key out of your purse. You set Tony’s lunch on your desk, then grabbed your things from Bucky.

    “But you eat lunch right?” Bucky asked, he seemed a little apprehensive. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and for some reason that just sealed the deal.

    “Yeah, I do.”

    “How about we have lunch… tomorrow?”

    You grabbed a sticky note and a pen from your desk and wrote down your number, “How about you call me tonight with the details?”

    “Really? I mean, yeah,” he was grinning like a kid on christmas morning, and you wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss him. Your phone rang and it was Tony’s ringtone.

    “The overlord is calling,” you joked, leaving your office with the lunch, before you stopped and backed up a few steps to see him doing a little dance through the window of your office. You laughed quietly and continued down the hall.

Two Months later:

    “One of these days I’m just gonna poison his coffee,” you groaned as you flopped into your office chair. Bucky sat on your desk, giving you a soft sympathetic smile. He sat on the same side of the desk as you so you leaned over and rested your head on his lap.

    “Hard day?”

    “Yeah,” you pouted turning your head to the side on his thigh. His fingers went to stroke your baby hairs, and you closed your eyes.

    “Well, I got Tony to give you tomorrow off. And I was thinking, we could have a road trip, you’ll have a three day weekend, and maybe we can head down to Beacon.”

    “Ugh, you are such a hipster,” you laughed.

    “I am not,” he argued.

    “You’re wearing a beanie!”

    He leaned over you and grabbed your face to press kisses all over, “Does that sound good or not, you brat?”

    “It sounds beautiful.”

    By the end of the week you were packing to leave for Beacon with Bucky. The two of you were taking your car because it had better gas mileage than his. When you pulled up to the little house upstate that Steve and Bucky lived in, you smiled a little, thinking about the days to come. It had been so long since you had a proper vacation, and you were having one with the man you might love. Steve was leaving the house, he smiled and help open the door for you. You made your way through the house only to hear talking.

    “I can’t believe this started with a bet,” Sam sighed, “Listen I know you’re determined to prove me wrong but all you needed was one.”

    “Then you bet that I couldn’t get a second one, double or nothing.”

    “I didn’t think Y/N would pass up this sexiness for you.”

    You rounded the corner into the front room, a little shocked. You weren’t sure you were hearing them right. They betted on your date… your entire relationship was just some bet. So what was the bet now? Could he get you to go on a weekend with him? Make you say you loved him?

    “Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted.

    “Don’t hey doll me. What bet is he talking about?”

    “Oooo, I’m out. Good luck man.” Sam bolted off the couch and to the door. You were frozen in the doorway, trying to wrap your head around the information.

    “I know this sounds bad but I promise it’s not like that.”

    “Did you or did you not make a bet on whether or not we’d date?”

    “Yes,” he sighed.

    “How many?”

    “Two, then I told Sam to keep his money-”

    “How much were they worth.”

    “Y/N.”

    “No, I want to know how much someone had to pay to make you pretend you loved me.”

    “I didn’t take the mon-”

    “How much?!” you screamed at him.

    “100… for the first one… then he doubled on the second.”

    “Two Hundred dollars huh?” you pulled your wallet out of your jacket pocket, “that’s how much every date, every kiss, every night costed?!” You pulled two hundred dollar bills out and threw them in his face, “Well here, if that’s all it was running me.” You turned to leave and Bucky grabbed your wrist.

    “Fucking Christ, babe. If you would just shut up and listen for one goddamn moment,” he growled at you, pulling you close.

    You set your mouth into a stubborn pout, “What?”

    “Yes, the first two dates were a bet. Guilty as charged. But no one bet me to adore you the moment I first saw you. No one bet me to continue for another two months. No one paid me to love you, like I do.”

    “How am I supposed to believe anything you say?” you were tearing up, and you hated it.

    “Y/N, if this was all just some elaborate bet… do you think I would put up with all your shit,” he smirked a little. And you smiled a little despite.

    “I dunno, two hundred dollar hookers do a lot of questionable things.”

    “Ouch,” he laughed, “give me this weekend to prove it then. To prove that I love you.”

    “…. Fine.” you sighed, “but if you’re lying, I’ll tell Cap, and he’ll ground you.”

~Mod Lillian

6

Finchel’s Ending Re-imagined  
>>>  Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3 

I made these gif sets over a year ago after listening to Lea’s debut album, and they have been sitting in my draft since. Both on screen and off screen, we expected these two to have a happy ending… When neither could materialise, I wanted to at least let Rachel and Finn have their happy ending together…

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On Assignment - AU Tom Hiddleston!FBI Sniper/OFC Smut Fanfiction

Ok, so as part of ‘Operation Baby-Schnauzer’ i’ve spent the day sitting at the PC, bouncing on a yoga ball and writing my own smut. This is pure filth, so i need to do some trigger warnings;

NSFW, Rated 21+, Restraint, Non Con Theme, Anal Play, Dom/Sub, Gagging, and whatever its called when you use a remote control vibe and the reciever doesn’t know when it’ll be triggered!

This entire fic was 'inspired’ by a manip that popped up on my dash a few days ago, so credit to the artist mighty-thundering-lord who did a frankly amazing manip of a zombie sniper tom. I have skipped over the whole zombie part, plus somewhat ignored the whole 'decaying city’ in the background. But i have a thing for Tom in uniform… so thats where the inspiration has come from. I only wish i was as talented an artist.

 

He let himself into the apartment, skilfully picking the lock and quietly closing the door behind him. Intel had told him that the apartments owner was on vacation, meaning he’d be able to take up his protection detail position at the window that perfectly overlooked the plaza. Opening the window he set up his snipers rife, checking the sight and scope, waiting for any threats to interrupt the congressman’s speech, ordered to eliminate the threat before they got within 20 feet of the stage. The address would be historical, and nothing should impede it.

Jade sighed wearily as she waited for all her luggage to come around on the baggage carousel, pulling off her rucksack, her camera equipment, the tripod travel case, loading them onto the trolley with a grunt. Her trip to Nova Scotia had been cut short due to the weather, she was used to working in the snow and ice, her job as a wildlife photographer had taken her to the extremes of the planets hottest and coldest places, but when it was set to snow solidly for the next two weeks, the budget for the shoot just couldn’t stretch to that long in motels doing nothing, so she was now back in her home city, flights rebooked for a month’s time. She made her way to the taxi rank, thankful for no queue, and was soon loaded into the vehicle with her belongings. As she sat back into the rear seats her mind wandered back to her city life. She’d been dating the new guy for a few weeks, and before she’d departed on her trip they’d taken the plunge and spent the night together. It hadn’t really been all she’d been expecting. Yes it was nice sex, but it was vanilla. She’d been left satisfied – and so had he – but there hadn’t been that spark, that passion, the heat. In their previous dates she’d picked up on a few hints and innuendos that had promised more of an event, more of a spectacle. Maybe he was just nervous? He certainly hadn’t had any performance issues, but she’d also felt like she had to hold back. Pondering this thought for the rest of her journey she was soon at back at her apartment building. Having paid the driver and given him a healthy tip after he’d helped by taking her luggage into the foyer of her building,  she dragged the bags into the elevator and was soon letting herself into her darkened apartment.

Huffing and puffing from her exertions she didn’t even bother with the lights, she just kicked the door shut and pulled the pile of luggage into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, reminding herself she really needed to speak to maintenance about the heating, there was such a cold draft coming in when she’d stepped into the apartment. Flopping down onto the bed she switched on the lamp that was on the side table and let out a sigh. She wasn’t tired. She was frustrated. Pulling herself up onto her pillows she flicked through the magazine she’d previously left on the side before sighing again and launching it at the trash can in the corner. As she lay back she noticed that her nipples were clearly prominent through her clothing, the cold having had more of an effect than she realised. At this point a naughty thought entered her mind. During her first date they’d joked about how she was a photographer, and he’d hoped for some ‘candid selfies’ as he’d deliciously waggled his eyebrows at her. Time to put that request into action. Pulling out just the right outfit she got changed, putting her hair up to tie in with the theme, and prepared the toys she had in mind, to make the shots more candid that he was probably expecting. She set up the tripod and her camera, checking the battery level on the remote control. Plugging the camera in for a quick charge, she stepped out into the hallway and made her way to the kitchen for the last item she needed as a prop.

He froze. In fact he’d frozen the minute she’d stepped into her apartment. What was she doing here? Intel had said she’d be away for 2 weeks. It hadn’t even been 2 days. He watched from the darkened corner as she went to the kitchen, making her way noisily around as she searched the cupboards. He silently crept in the shadows, his uniform boots not making a sound on the floor tiles, until he was directly behind her. He’d be risking his cover, but the assignment was too important, he’d have to contain her for the next 30 minutes, and work on the consequences afterwards. With one swift movement he’d stepped behind her, wrapping one arm around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides, his other pressed to her face, his gloved hand over her mouth, silencing her before she’d even had a chance to scream.

“Uunnfmmmf”

“Ma’am, the FBI has commandeered your apartment for national security purposes; I’m going to have to ask you to remain silent”

“Mmmfffgggfff”

She wriggled in his grasp, as if testing his strength, however his sheer body size compared to her petite frame was enough for her to know resistance was futile, however she decides to test her captor’s limits, pressing back against his body with her own, her strong legs bracing her against the cupboards.

With great skill he spotted what she was doing and wrapped one leg around hers, pressing her forwards to the counter, his body pressing against hers.

“Ma’am, am I going to have to restrain you?”

“Mmmmm”

He was still pressed against her, but this time felt her move in a slightly different way, arching her back slightly. His mind was clouding from the assignment, until suddenly he heard a buzzing sound coming from the counter. Pressing his body forwards he heard it again. Something on her was vibrating.

“What is that Ma’am?”

She remained silent, however slightly relaxed in his arms, and he watched as she dropped a small plastic remote control onto the counter top. Pressing her forwards again he heard the buzzing.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to frisk you”

Still keeping his hand over her mouth he moved back slightly, for the first time taking in the outfit she was wearing, thin mesh ‘boy-short’ panties, and a matching vest, doing little to cover her, knee high socks, and her hair was in pigtails. Running his hand down her front he could feel that her breasts were heaving, her nipples standing to full attention, before sliding his hand down her stomach, over her pubis where she sucked in a breath, before his hand dipped between her thighs, feeling the vibrations of the bullet vibrator she’d slipped into her panties was currently caressing her clit. He chuckled to himself, no wonder she’d been wriggling. Running his hands around her buttocks he felt something hard between them. Pressing against it realisation hit him, and a grin spread over his face as he pushed against the plug again, hearing a groan from beneath where his hand was still keeping her silent.

Telling her to keep still, he used his body to pin her to the counter, reaching around and taking hold of the dish towel, he flicked it to its full length before tying it around her mouth and head – gagging her – before wrapping an arm around her torso again and lifting her off her feet, carrying her out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, briefly pausing when he saw the camera, using his free hand to switch it off, before putting her face down onto the bed, one knee in the small of her back to keep her still. Silently he reached to his utility belt and took hold of two zip ties, pulling her arms up to the headboard and using the ties to secure her wrists in place so she couldn’t interrupt his assignment. Once he’d checked her bonds were tight enough to hold her without causing her any harm he stepped back and took in the view for a few seconds, a grin spreading over his face, before making his way out of the room back to his post. As he passed the counter he saw the remote for her bullet and grabbed it.

He readied himself at the open window, pleased for the chill on the air as he was now feeling a few degrees hotter than he had been previously. As he checked the scope he could see the congressman’s car come around the corner of the street, rolling up to the stage, before climbing out and waving to the gathered crowds. He scanned the crowds for any threats, and as he kept his eyes on the crowd his hand strayed to the little remote he’d placed on the windowsill, pressing the little plus button once. His sensitive hearing heard a small muffled squeal come from the bedroom and he grinned to himself before pressing it again, enticing another squeal, a little louder this time. Leaving it as it was he turned his attention back to his assignment as his radio communications receive crackled into life in his ear;

“Agent Hiddleston – we’re picking up some interference from your comms – please confirm”

He smiled to himself, glancing at the small but obviously powerful remote; “Agent Hiddleston here, it must be the wifi in the apartment – everything good here, no issues, no threats detected.”

“Understood”

He smiled to himself as he picked the remote up, palming it in his hands before glancing at the bedroom door and pressing the plus button yet again, hearing that wonderful groaning sound within seconds. Turning his attention back to the scope, he could see that the congressman was winding up his speech, and the helpers hovering in the background with the award he would be presenting. He watched as things went to plan and the congressman finished up, pausing for some photographers, before climbing back into his car that soon pulled away, quickly speeding into the distance and once it’d turned the corner he knew his assignment was finished.

Standing up and pulling the rifle into the room, he disassembled it, packing it away into the case he’d brought with him, before he slowly made his way back to the bedroom. Opening the door he took in the sight before him. She’d made her way to her knees, her small hands grasping onto the metal of the bed frame, her knees wide apart and he could clearly see where the buttplug pushed against the thin fabric of her panties, and where her arousal had turned the crotch of them see through. She glanced over her shoulder at him and something in her eyes told him that she wasn’t particularly upset about her restraint. He pressed the little button on the remote again and watched as her eyes rolled in her head and she let out a groan that shook the walls, even with the gag muffling her cries. He could smell her arousal and at quick glance her juices were now flowing enough to be dripping down her thighs, a delicious wetness that would soon be explored. Walking to the side of the bed their eyes on each other, she watched as he untied the gag, casting the cloth aside as he gently massaged her jaw. She was the first to speak;

“You never said you were a FBI agent!”

He looked down at his uniform, but realised she was referring to their previous date when he’d just said he was in law enforcement. He chuckled a little and sat on the side of the bed, reaching into his boot and taking out his knife before skilfully cutting away the zip ties and massaging her wrists, letting her continue;

“Why are you in my apartment?”

He let out a sigh; “Jade, I’m in the protective detail division, we do sniper cover for political events – like the one in the plaza just now – and we regularly commandeer civilians places of residences, it just happened that when I was here last week we realised it would be the perfect spot to cover tonight’s event”

He looked down at her, where she’d turned on the bed, her breasts pushing out against the thin mesh fabric of her top, of her soaked panties, his eyes travelling down her legs to the socks, before looking back at her face, framed as her hair hung in now messy pigtails around her face. He grinned and licked his lips before speaking; “So… what’s with the outfit?” he could feel his cock hardening as he waited for her answer, picking up the slightest hint of blushing of her cheeks.

“I… I… was going to send you a couple of selfies… you know Tom… something to spice things up” she said with a shy grin on her face.

“Well, I’d consider things spiced right now” he licked his lips again and looked ravenously at her body. He stood up and started to remove his jacket, laying it on the chair at the side of the bed before pulling his black t-shirt over his head, exposing his toned body. As he reached for his utility belt he grinned at Jade as she watched from her spot on the bed.

“You don’t by any chance have any proper handcuffs in that belt of yours?” She said with a grin.

He looked down at the belt; “Umm, no, sorry, we only have the zip-ties now”

“Ok never mind, we’ll just use mine” she said as she got to her hands and knees and reached for the drawer in the bedside table, opening and rummaging around before pulling out a pair of expensive looking leather wrist restraints, making him wonder what else she had in her little drawer of tricks. Settling back onto the bed she spun them on one finger as she watched Tom finish undressing, kicking off his boots and letting his uniform fall to the floor. Pulling off his boxers and socks she grinned as she saw his cock standing proud, curling upwards and purple with need.

He crawled up the bed until he was over her, his lips hovering over hers, taking in the sight of her eager face before he came crashing down on top of her, hungrily thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, biting her lip as his hands strayed to her chest, pawing at her tits through the top of her fabric. Pulling up onto his knees he took hold of her top at the neckline and ripped it in two, a primal desire now running through him, his need to feel his flesh on hers taking over. He devoured her tits, licking and biting at them before taking a peaked nipple into his mouth and biting hard, making her back arch as her fingers wound their way through his hair, pushing more of the soft flesh into his mouth. Moving to the other nipple he did the same before pulling back, rising to his knees and forcing her legs apart, he ran his hands up her arms until he grasped her wrists with one large hand, taking the restraints from her, before fastening them around her wrists, making sure the cuffs were wrapped around one of the metal struts of the bed as he did so. Leaning back he took in the sight before him, Jades arms stretched over her head, her lips bruised pink from where he’d kissed her, those amazing tits flushed and his teeth marks starting to show around her areola.

His hands travelled tantalisingly slowly down her body, brushing over her torso, down her stomach, until he reached the elastic of her panties;

“Legs up and together please young lady” he said with a grin, watching as she lifted her legs up, pressing her thighs together, causing her to groan a little as she pressed the still vibrating bullet closer to her hyper sensitive clit. Tom grinned to himself as he pulled the sodden fabric up over her legs, pulling them off and laying them on the bed beside him, but still holding her ankles together. Pushing her legs up higher he looked down as her pussy lips peeped out from between her thighs, a dark cerise from her arousal. Using one hand to hold her ankles, his other gently stroked at the lips, feeling the softness of them as his fingers slipped in her juices. Moving his fingers lower he skirted around her tight pussy, sliding two fingers into her, feeling her soft walls clench at the intrusion, curling his fingers up and softly tapped against her g-spot, causing her to cry out and another flood of arousal soak over his fingers and hand.

Withdrawing his fingers he trailed lower, pressing against the plug that was settled deep within her ass, thrumming out a little rhythm on it before giving it the slightest of tugs, causing her to groan out loud yet again. Feeling around the base of it, he could feel a hole that ran up the centre of the plug and looked questioningly at Jade;

“Why is it hollow?”

She struggled to gather the words, her mind clouded with desire; “Its part of a set… the bullet can be used separately….. (pant pant pant)… pushed inside the plug….”

He grinned as he reached for her sodden panties, the bullet still vibrating inside the material. He pulled it out and reached down, never releasing her ankles from his grasp, and slowly pushed the little toy inside the plug until it was snugly settled.

“Oh my god….” Jade gasped as the vibrations racked through her body. She used her strong leg muscles to pull her legs apart, splaying them wide until she saw Tom kneeling proud between her legs, his cock weeping pre-cum onto her; “Tom.”

It was just one word, but it was enough to spring him into action. Widening his stance on the bed he took hold of one of her ankles in each of his hands, and aligning his cock with her sopping entrance he rammed his full length into her in one hard thrust, making her take his entire length. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head again and she screamed with pleasure, being doubly stuffed by the plug and his thick cock.

He pulled out, his tip just hovering around her entrance before doing it again, relishing the feel of her walls parting to allow his cock entry.

“Is this what you wanted Jade?”

“God, Tom. Harder. Just. Fuck. Me” she said through gritted teeth.

This spurned him on, ramming into her tight body, angling his hips so that he slid in and out with ease, knowing that he could continue for a long time at this angle, driving her crazy. He watched as she started to come undone, her body shaking as her orgasm started to build, he upped the pace but knew that she’d be cumming a lot earlier than he would be.

“Jade – look at me as you cum”

He watched as she struggled to open her eyes as the pleasure rocked through her body, her eyes going wide as a powerful orgasm shook through her body, before finally closing her eyes, her chest heaving, and her thighs shaking.

He let her legs fall to the bed and leant over her body, kissing her gently on her jaw line as he pressed kisses up to her earlobe before nibbling around it;

“Jade…”

“Yes Tom” she said dreamily with her eyes still closed

“You realise we’re not done yet” he said as he pulled himself up onto his elbows and flexed his hips, his hard cock still buried deep within her.

“Oh god”

A range of expressions flitted over her face before she started to grin too, the realisation that he wasn’t finished with her stirred something within her psyche. She wriggled her hips a little, relishing the feel of his cock still deep within her.

“Mmmmm, I’ve got an idea” he said with a grin as he pulled out of her; “On your knees”

He helped her move her hips, pulling her waist up with his strong arms and placing her down onto the covers gently, running his hands up her back and along her arms, gently rubbing her wrists;

“Are these still ok?”

“Oh yes” she said with a grin as she peered over her shoulder at him.

“Good”

He ran his hands back down her arms, this time reaching around and grasping at her tits as they swung free below her. Aligning his cock with her sopping pussy he pushed in again, relishing the feel of her still tight walls as they welcomed his length back again. Grasping onto her tits he started to fuck her roughly again, ramming into her as his pelvic bone bumped against the plug that was still settled within her tight asshole. He watched as she grasped the bed frame harder as he increased his speed, this time angling himself for his own pleasure, needing to drive himself to release after all this passion. As he started to feel the knot in his stomach build he heard her cries getting louder, and moving his hands to her hips he started to slam into her with all his force, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock stretching her tight hole to its limits, her juices flowing over his balls and thighs, a wet slapping sound could be heard every time he rammed into her. As she came again it finally set him off, triggering that release deep within him, his balls tightening as he emptied himself deep within her with a cry, his back arching as her body drained every last drop from him until he was thoroughly spent.

Finally the adrenalin ran out and he lost the strength to hold them both up, his cock pulling out of her with a pop as he fell onto his side next to her on the bed, his hands stroking her body gently as he kissed her shoulder blade, remembering to raise his hands up to where her wrists were still restrained, pressing the release button and allowing her arms free. Rubbing her arms he continued to kiss her shoulders and the back of her neck as she wriggled back against the warmth of his body. It was only when he felt a strange vibration against his now flaccid cock did he remember she still had the plug in. Pulling his hand down to it he whispered in her ear;

“Would you like me to take this out?”

She turned and smiled at him with a sleepy look on her face; “Please”

With that he gently pulled on the rubber plug, slowly withdrawing it from her and switching the bullet off, before wrapping it in her sodden panties and placing it on the bedside cabinet before curling back next to her, enjoying the smell of her hair as he kissed her earlobe;

“So… are you still going to send me those selfies?” he said with a smile. He watched as a smile spread across her face, not opening her eyes as she answered;

“Pull the quilt over and I’ll let you take your own shots in the morning” wriggling her ass against him. He had a feeling they weren’t quite done for the night, and it may be afternoon before he got those shots.

Guilty By Design

Part 2 || Part 3

Steve x Aria (By the end, this is almost Steve/Bucky x Aria, but I guess that’s objective.)

Word Count: 2407

Warnings: Smut, Language, Captain kink, technically Dom!Steve (once again, that’s objective.)

Overall Summary: Her boys. Both have found their way into the military. Both are presumed dead. A few years after her captain disappears, she’s taken by HYDRA and turned deadly. The Winter Soldier becomes her mission, but can he help her find her way to back to who she used to be before she kills him and his best friend?

Chapter Summary: Little Stevie’s not so little anymore.

A/N: This one is actually done, but I’m splitting it into 3 parts. Depending on the response, it may get a sequel that will deal more with what happens after the resolution of the initial problem.


July, 1943

I was excited when I came home to find a letter in my mailbox with Steve’s name in the return address. The letter itself leaves me quite confused.

Hey there, doll. I writing to let you know I’ll be home by the 15th, more than likely on that day. I have a surprise for you. Well… a couple of surprises, actually. I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll see you soon. Love, Steve

Steve had left a while back for the army, some kind of trial thing considering his health. He and I had met years ago through his friend James, affectionately referred to as Bucky, who I had been dating at the time. When James and I split, it was amicable and staying friends was easy when we had Steve holding us together. James had been drafted. Steve just couldn’t seem to make it through enlistment so when he told me he had finally made it through, I was more than shocked. Steve was no more than a hundred pounds and stood a couple inches shorter than me. I had half expected him to be back by now, unable to keep up during training.

Letters arrived on a weekly basis for a while, from both him and Bucky, but after a while, the ones from Bucky stopped. I never got an explanation even though I wrote to his commander trying to find out was going on considering I was the only family either one of them really had left. If I lost them, I would lose everything. I would always love Bucky, and Steve was my best friend.

My thoughts racing over the last few months, I try thinking back on the things Steve had told me in his letters, trying to figure out what his surprises could be. I come up with nothing, folding the letter and putting it away in my bag before heading up the stairs to my apartment. I fumble with my keys a bit at the door.

“Excuse me, miss. You look like you could use some help.”

When I turn around, I’m greeted by a familiar face with a very unfamiliar body.

“Steve?” I choke out, looking him up and down and blinking to make sure I’m not seeing things.

“It’s me, doll.”

“Your letter said the 15th.”

“It is the 15th.”

I pull the letter out and check the date. He had written it nearly two weeks ago, meaning it had gotten lost on its way to me.

“Hold on.” I say quickly, turning to hide the flush in my cheeks as I unlock my front door.

I walk in ahead him, setting my things down on the couch, kicking off my shoes, and going to kneel by the fireplace. I busy myself with building a fire, trying to make sense of the large frame now standing in front of my closed front door.

“You seem surprised.” He says, moving toward the bar-side of my kitchen counter and sitting on one of the stools placed there.

I stand up to grab a match from the top of the mantle, turning back to him to give him a proper response.

“I think surprised is an understatement. When you left here, you were…” I struggle to find the right words, deciding instead to just gesture at all of him, “not that.”

He smiles.

Damn it! Don’t smile like that.

“Do you not like it?”

I open my mouth to answer, but the words never form.

“Maybe you like it too much.”

My eyes go wide as I turn away from him. In my head, my thoughts are swimming and spinning around one another. Ultimately coming down to a singular thought, to slap or not to slap that smug grin off his chiseled face?

“You want to know what happened?”

His voice brings me out of my thoughts, and I simply nod to answer his question, tossing the lit match on the stack of wood and kindling. The flames jump high, the crackling sound a comforting one.

“I met a doctor at that recruitment tent. He said that he had a job for me, something I would be perfect for. Turns out that job was being the perfect candidate for some serum he’d created that would turn me into, well, this. I’m a super soldier, Aria, and I’m stronger and faster than I could have ever dreamed of being.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Like hell,” his voice is closer now, “but I think it was worth it.”

I smile, turning to find him standing just a few feet away from me. I sigh, finally moving close enough to wrap my arms around him. This body isn’t his, but his warmth is the same. His embrace, though stronger, is the same. For some reason, though, my heart flutters in my chest.

Steve had always been there. Bucky was too, of course, but not in the same way. Steve knew what it meant to be underestimated, to be treated differently. Even though New York was a pretty inclusive place, people still looked at me strange, sometimes even people who looked like me.

My hair was normal, curly at the ends and hanging in a dark curtain. My skin was tan and clear, save for a birthmark on my right shoulder blade and few small beauty marks spread out over my body. Bucky always like to count them; according to him, there were twenty-seven in all, sixteen on the parts of me that were always exposed. Steve would count them, too, just not in the same way. His eyes would often trace their path over my face and down my arms. Every time Bucky would say sixteen, Steve would shake his head, like he knew the real number.

It was my eyes, the strange golden color they held. My mother had green eyes, and my father had dark brown eyes. Genetic research said my eyes should have been the same dark brown at his. Instead, they shined bright gold, their color seeming to move within my irises.

Bucky said it was my eyes that drew him in. Steve simply said it was interesting.

“You said you had surprises?” I stress the plural, “What else is there?”

“Aria, you and I have been friends for a while.” He says, his tone suddenly serious, “You have to know that I’ve always had feelings for you. I’ll admit that when I saw you and Bucky together I was jealous. We both you saw you that night, probably at the same time, but I was shy and Bucky wasn’t.”

“Steve, I…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he takes a step back and puts his hands on my shoulder, “but I needed you to know.”

Unsure of what my mind wanted me to say, I choose to do what my heart is shouting for. I close the space between us and step up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips. He freezes in shock for a moment before finally bringing his hands to rest on my hips, his grip tighter than expected. I flatten my feet to the floor, causing him to lean down and into the kiss.

When he pulls away, he’s breathless. His forehead rests against mine, and he smiles.

“What was that for?” he asks, his voice soft.

“I just wanted to see something.”

“Find what you were looking for?”

“I think so.”

I tilt my head up to kiss him again, trailing my hands up his broad chest, over his shoulders and to his neck. When he kisses me back this time, his grip on my hips shifts to my waist and he holds me flush against his body. I can feel the tension in his lips, the fidgeting of his fingers, as he tries to figure out what to do. I grab his wrist, moving his hand to my breast.

He pulls back suddenly, his eyes unsure. I can see the reluctance dancing in his eyes, the light of the fire dancing in them as well.

“Aria, I…”

“Steve, you listen to me. I know this seems sudden, and I know what you’re thinking. I need you understand that you’re the same man you’ve always been, albeit a little bigger and a lot more confident. I feel something for you, baby; I think I always have, but having Bucky there kept me from realizing that. He’s moved on now. That was clear to me at that expo. I think I’ve earned the right to do the same.”

He nods, biting his bottom lip before leaning into my neck. As his hand kneads at my clothed breast, his lips travel my neck. My own hands busy themselves on the buttons of his jacket, his shirt, pulling both open to bare his chest. I run my hands up his torso again and over his shoulders. His hands leave my body for only a moment while I push both pieces of clothing from his body. Once they’re free from his body and on the floor, his hands are on me again but with a little more confidence in them. He reaches for the zipper at the side of my dress, slowly pulling it down. The strapless article falls to the floor. He works his feet from his shoes, lifting each foot one by one to remove his socks as well. I fight with the belt on his pants.

Damn those uniform buckles!

When I groan in both impatience and frustration, his hand gently swats mine away and finishes the job. His pants now out of the way, we stand there in just our underwear, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of us kissing and the moans the soft squeezing of his hands on my body elicits from me.

I reach my hands up behind me, wiggling the clasps on my bra open and allowing it to join my dress. My panties are the next thing to go. He growls softly at the feeling of my bare chest against his. His hands find my waist again, gripping tight and lifting me effortlessly from the floor. While I think he might carry me to my bedroom, it would seem impatience takes him over as my back hits the couch and the purse I left there when coming home hits the floor. He hovers over me, his large form between my legs.

“It’s okay, Steve.” I say with a reassuring smile and a small giggle.

His hand slides across my thigh, his eyes watching his hand, rather than looking into my eyes, as it does.

I close my eyes and sigh in pleasure as his fingertips begin to massage the most sensitive part of my body. I gasp, kissing and biting at his bicep as his fingers push into me. Back and forth, he moves his fingers, curling them slightly with each back pull. Push and pull, he pushes me closer to the edge with every forward push.

“Steve…” I choke on his name as that delicious warmth begins to build inside my lower abdomen.

Then his hand is gone. I gasp as the sudden loss, grinding my teeth as my unfulfilled body shakes from the near-release.

However, before I can complain, he’s pushing deep into me, pushing until his hips are flush to mine.

“Fuck… Steve.”

His hand comes down hard against my thigh, his eyes meeting mine steadily. That’s when I see it, the darkness clouding those baby blue eyes of his.

“Watch your language, baby girl.” He says, his voice almost lost in a growl.

“Or what?” I challenge.

Expecting him to hit me again, I’m caught off guard when he presses my hips down into the couch and draws his hips back, thrusting forward again with a sweet roughness that makes me groan.

“Is that all you got, Stevie?” I force out, trying to keep my breathing as normal as I can.

He smirks, the color of his eyes falling darker still. Once again before I can react, he pulls completely out and flips me onto my stomach, giving my behind another sharp smack.

“That’s Captain to you, darling.” He whispers in my ear. “Hands on the side of the couch.”

My breathing is erratic as I follow his order. Was this man even the same nervous thing that could barely touch me a few minutes ago?

His hands grope at my ass.

“Please…” I beg, letting my head fall.

“Please what?”

“Please, Captain..”

“Are you begging?” he chuckles, “Tell me what you want, doll.”

“Fuck me, Captain, please.”

He clicks his tongue a few times, making a tsk sound, “I thought I warned you about that mouth.” He spanks me again, massaging away the sting, “Now ask nicely.”

I’m struggling at this point to even speak. I groan when his hand comes down against my skin again.

“Take me, Captain. I’m yours.”

“That’s better.”

I sigh in absolute pleasure when he finally buries himself inside me again.

A string of soft moans, groans, and curses leaves my lips, earning me that sweet punishment with every curse.

“Steve… Cap…” my head falls again, “Fuck.”

He chuckles, “I’ll let that one slide. Go ahead, doll, let it go.”

A few more thrusts of his hips pushes me right over the edge. After another couple of thrusts, a warmth fills me as he spills out inside of me. He leans forward, trailing kisses up my spine and across my shoulders.

My knees finally give out under me, and he collapses with me.

We lay there, cuddled on the couch. I trace little circles long his chest. Eventually, a unfortunate truth weasels its way into my head.

“So,” I whisper, flattening my hand against his chest, “you’re gonna tell Bucky, right?”

He takes in a slow deep breath, running his fingers through his hair, “Shit.”

Unable to help myself, I giggle, “Language, Captain.”

This earns me another swat to my thigh. I giggle for a moment.

“But seriously…” I sigh, pulling myself up to straddle his hips.

He takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine, “Let’s just keep this to ourselves for now.”

I want to argue, but I choose to stifle it, understanding that he must have his reasons. Instead I just smile and bring my lips down against his.

“Happy late birthday, Captain.” I whisper, my face just inches from his.

“If this was my gift, it was well worth the wait.”