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It’s Jeff: Infinity Comic #2 (2021)

written by Kelly Thompson art by Gurihiru

My heart is genuinely beating so hard right now!!! I think I might die from happiness!!!

Enamored [34] - The Masquerade

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Anything can happen at a masquerade.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules.

Word Count: 5500

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You had always loved masquerades.

Picking a costume and a mask was almost as fun as the ball itself and now that your costume was here, you could hardly wait until the ball tonight.

When you woke up the next morning, the whole house was buzzing. The preparations were almost over, but of course there were always last minute changes and Aunt Lavinia had insisted on supervising everything with Cecily. Instead of sitting down to have breakfast, you just grabbed your plate and made your way to the ballroom, humming a tune to yourself. If your mother were here, she would have surely scolded you for carrying your plate around and not eating while sitting down, and yet, you were curious to see how the ballroom looked.

And as soon as you got there, you held your breath, stopping dead on your tracks.

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Wildest Dreams.

Imagine it’s a couple days before your wedding and your friends start coming in for your last days of freedom. Only you start having second thoughts, old feelings crop up, and you end up having a breakdown.

Words: 5.1K Warnings: This happens to be an AU with no children and Liz is alive. If a character isn’t mentioned, I’m sorry. I had too many characters already.

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Keep The Secret?

MAINLY JAKE LOCKLEY X GN READER , SOME MARC SPECTOR AND STEVEN GRANT X GN READER

prompt : marc and steven had gotten themselves sick. luckily for them, they have a wonderful and loving partner who’s willing to take care of them(you). unbeknownst to you, another person is taking care of them in their own way. (yes it’s jake.)

i finally finished this and it ended up a lot longer than i had planned but i’m pretty okay with it, so, enjoy!

likes and reblogs appreciated, also leave me requests cause im running out of ideas!!

warnings(?) : fluff. maybe angst? but mostly fluff. my knowledge on DID is very limited but im hoping i didn’t mess anything up and if i did, feel free to message me about it!!

word count : 2,705

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Here you are, preparing all of your boyfriends’ pills for them cause they’re too tired to get out of bed. Someone had coughed on Steven while on his way to the museum and now they’re sick with a sweltering hot fever  and a horrid cough. They were constantly switching with each other because neither of them wanted to deal with the sickness and while yes, being sick without fronting is still being sick, it is still much better than actually having to experience a sick body. Sometimes you wonder why or how you had fallen in love with these two idiots.

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Me checking on one of my beloved ao3 fics that hasn't been updated since 2017

Double Trouble

Pairing: Oscar Isaac x Reader x Pedro Pascal

Fandoms: Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal

Summary: You’re on your period, and your boys wake you up for some fun. The three of you end up having more fun than even they intended.

Warnings: Smut, graphic depictions of period sex, double penetration, a non-Spanish speaker trying her best with google translate

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diamonds & pearls // anthony bridgerton x reader

summary: diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage

warnings: typical misogyny and sexism, anthony being kind of a dick. guilt ridden anthony, mentions of cheating, kinda angsty

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you knew exactly what your duty was as a woman. you completely understood that you needed to marry well and provide and heir. so when your father had arranged for you to marry the viscount bridgerton, you were more than willing.

yes, you were marrying a man you didn't really know, however, you could have been worse off. the bridgerton name was good and respectful. you had adored his family and they you. and the viscount himself was young and handsome. you very well could have done worse. and he was a kind man. you knew you could grow to love him.

or so you thought.

the viscount proved to make that task very difficult. he seldom left his office long enough to spend a significant amount of time with you. and when he did seem to have the time to spare, he didn't spend it with you. when he wasn't in his office, and not in the parlor spending time with his family, he was at the gentleman's club. and when he'd return, reeking of perfume, he'd set down a box on your nightstand and leave your chambers.

you were afraid to think of what the jewelry meant. and you were afraid to ask him. so instead, you'd walk downstairs wearing your new necklace or your new bracelet or new brooch and avoid the conversation entirely. greeting your husband in the drawing room during afternoon tea after spending the morning running your errands or maintaining the home while your husband was locked away in his study. everyone in the home knew exactly how your marriage with the viscount was. violet sighed every time she watched anthony walk out the door in the evenings while you sat alone in the drawing room. benedict and colin could hear him stumbling in half drunk. eloise noticing on the nights he stayed out particularly late, some new shiny thing found it's way into your jewelry box. francesca noticed that much unlike her parents, you two did not share a room. but luckily, the youngest children were none the wiser.

overtime, you grew more and more lonely. frequently finding yourself attempting to distract yourself with anything you could possibly think of. first, it was embroidery. it was one of the things you hadn't quite mastered. so you sat in the drawing room with lady bridgerton, her happy as ever to have someone to teach her embroidery skills to now that daphne had gone and eloise being far too disinterested in such things. you'd perfect your pianoforte skills. you'd read every book in the bridgerton library. and now, here you were, in the kitchens with the staff, spreading flour across the table and plopping dough atop it.

"my lady, you needn't do this. we have cooks." your lady maid pleaded.

"i know that. but a lady must have something to occupy her mind, should she not?"

she just sighs and allows you to continue kneading the dough in front of you. she was well aware what you were doing. everyone was. but they allowed you these freedoms in attempt to grant you some kind of mercy.

as you shaped the dough, you could hear lady bridgerton arguing with anthony as they both stomped down towards the kitchens.

"she is a lovely woman and i'm sure if you were to pull your head out of your-"

"mother! i will not have you telling me how to run my marriage."

"anthony, the fact that you think a marriage is something to run is not only heartbreaking, but disappointing." lady bridgerton says as they reach the bottom of the steps and emerge from the doorway into the kitchens.

you cleared your throat and they both turn to look at you.

"m-my lord, lady bridgerton." you stutter softly, bowing to your husband and mother in law.

"what're you doing?" anthony asks, looking down at your dirty hands.

"oh! um...baking. i've....taken up baking. bread. baking bread." you nod awkwardly.

"we have chefs for that."

"yes but i...i've always wanted to learn. and i've mastered my embroidery and the pianoforte. so i thought baking might be- i'm sorry. it's very improper of-"

"not at all, darling. i think it's wonderful." lady brigerton smiles, interrupting your nervous ramble.

"thank you" you smile, your shoulders relaxing slightly before you turn back to your shaped loaf.

lady brigerton makes her way back up the stairs and anthony attempted to follow, but his mother quickly pushed him back silently scolding her son. he steps back into the doorway, staring at his wife.

"how is it going? the baking?" anthony asks after awkwardly clearing his throat.

"well, i think." you nod, a tight smile on your lips as you glance up at him briefly before you turn your attention back to the dough you were placing into the pan.

you hand the pan to the chef to place in the oven and you walk over to anthony, pausing in front of him. you look up at him and his eyes catch yours, and for a moment you catch a glimpse of the love you could have had.

"y-yes?"

"the water basin, my lord. it's behind you."

"oh!" he exclaims, moving aside and watching as you washed off your hands.

he watches as you dry off your hands and is caught off guard by a sparkle on your ear.

"your new earrings suit you."

you pause momentarily before you hang the towel on the edge of the basin.

"thank you, my lord."

"you know, you don't need to call me-"

"yes i do." you quickly interrupt.

anthony's mouth stays agape fro a moment before he recomposes himself.

"i only mean that i am your husband and-"

"are you? i would've been none the wiser."

you walk past anthony as he stands there, taking in what you'd just said to him.

the rest of the day neither of you had attempted to talk about what was said. and as per usual, he'd gone out that night, and in the morning, a box was placed on your nightstand. you'd stared at the box the entire time you'd spent getting ready and there you were now, standing in front of it.

"my lady? is everything alright?" your maid asks.

you just nod your head, grabbing the box and opening it to see a small golden chain, a single pink pearl dangling off of it. the same pink pearl that matched the earrings you were wearing the day before. you slam the box shut and walk out of your chambers towards the dining room where breakfast had most likely already begun.

normally you'd never do something so bold, but you'd grown tired of this routine of his. of this routine that had now become your life. if your husband didn't want to speak to you or love you, that was fine. but you wouldn't accept these lukewarm apologies any longer.

you'd walked into the dining room and before anyone could say good morning, you'd placed the box beside anthony's plate, not even bothering to meet his eyes. and you'd taken your seat next to him, not bothering to look at anyone as they all stared at you and anthony and the box you'd returned to him. as you adjusted the napkin on your lap, and the chef placed a plate of food in front of you, you let out a quick breath.

"good morning." you smile, nodding your head at the family, who still sat staring at you and your husband.

"y/n-"

"oh, forgive me my lord, i've forgotten to mention that my dear friend lady amelia has requested to visit for tea. would that be alright?"

anthony just stares at you for a moment. you'd always accepted his gifts. it was his attempt at an apology, and wearing his gifts was your sign of forgiveness.

"yes, of course. this is...your home too."

"thank you" you smile, turning back to your food.

"sleep well, y/n?" benedict asks.

"wonderful, and you?" you smile.

"great. and this bread is beautiful. well done." he smiles.

"thank you, benedict. kind of you to say."

"seems she married the wrong brother." eloise mumbles, and violet gasps while colin kicks her underneath the table.

anthony's face turns red and he quickly excuses himself to his study, taking the box with him. you pause for a moment, but recompose yourself and continue on with breakfast.

these encounters went on for the next week or so. a box would find itself on your dresser, and you'd place it beside anthony's plate in the morning at breakfast, or on his desk in his study, or even sometimes the box would find itself on his dresser. after the 10th day of this, anthony had had enough.

he barged into the parlor where you were sitting with lady bridgerton, working on an embroidery.

"is there something wrong?" anthony asks, his breathing slightly erratic as he waves the box around in his hand.

everyone in the parlor pauses, looking at their agitated brother. violet was quick to usher the siblings out of the parlor to give the couple a moment of privacy.

"something wrong?" you scoff, shaking your head.

"yes, y/n. something wrong. everything was fine-"

"fine!? my lord, you never spared me a second glance. you spend all day in your study and all night somewhere else. and when you come home smelling like another woman-"

"i have never done such a thing. i am a man of honor and i honor the vow i made to you."

"ha! the same vows that claim you will love and cherish me? i am just short of being a stranger to you! a pair of earrings cannot excuse your absence. gold necklaces will never replace the loneliness i feel everyday in this house. diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in this marriage. and i've grown tired of pretending that they can." you cry, your emotions getting the best of you as tears begin streaming down your face.

anthony stood in front of you, feeling frozen and unsure of what to do as your breath hiccuped.

"i'm sorry." he breathes out.

you shake your head, quickly wiping the tears away.

"no, i'm sorry. you provide for me and that's all that should be expected of you." you begin walking out and anthony grabs your arm.

you look up at him and he scans your face. he thought you were beautiful even when you cried. he lets out a small sigh and his chest tightens at your confession. he hadn't truly realized how much his actions had affected you. he hadn't wanted to marry, and he hadn't wanted to fall in love. but he couldn't stand being cruel to you. regardless of anything else, you were kind and you were good. you deserved better than what he'd been doing. he pulls his handkerchief out and dabs your cheeks softly with his right hand, and holds you face gently with his left.

"i'm sorry. i'm going to do better. be better. if you'll let me."

you began to fill with hope. hope that he was telling the truth. and as you melted into his soft brown eyes, you knew that you were done for. even if he didn't fulfill his part, the thought had become enough. and you knew you'd forgive him over and over again.

"okay."

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the next morning you'd awoken half expecting a box on your bedside table, but instead, a flower. you smiled as you twirled the flower between your fingers. you'd stared at it the entire time you'd gotten ready and you shook you head at your foolish joy over a single flower.

it began with little things. for example, one morning, you'd made it to the table before anthony had during breakfast. everyone had said their good mornings and as you looked down to place the napkin on your lap, you felt a pair of lips hit your cheek.

you jumped at the contact and looked over at your husband who was smiling at you.

"good morning, darling."

your cheeks reddened and you couldn't contain your smile.

"good morning"

then it graduated to afternoons he'd taken off spent on a picnic or on a promenade with his family. to trips away to aubrey hall together. eventually, he'd asked you to stay in his chambers, and you did.

and here you were, laying beside him, your bare shoulders exposed to the cold breeze coming in from the open window. his finger tracing the outline of your body as he nudged your nose with his own.

"we're expected for breakfast soon." you smile, and he shakes his head.

"they can wait. i'd like to spend some more time with my beautiful wife on this fine morning." he smiles, grabbing your waist and pulling you him closer.

"you know, there was a time when my idiot husband didn't spend any time with his beautiful wife." you teased before bringing him into a kiss.

"truly, a fool." he smiled.

"a fool feels too kind of a title."

he laughs before flipping you over so that he was hovering above you.

"your idiot husband promises to never let a day go by without letting you know just how much he loves you." he says softly against your lips.

you smile as he leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

"well, my idiot husband should know that i'll love him even if he forgets one day."

"he never will."

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natasha romanoff x ftm!reader

request: Can you write a wanda or Natasha x ftm reader fic? I don’t really see any of them

A/N: got another request for specifically wanda x ftm!reader so i’m doing nat for this! she’s so freaking cute 😭

gif from @santa-xx

- no one expected you and natasha to get together

- including you

- she really intimidated you at first

- although she didn’t talk to you much, she enjoyed watching you as you ambled around the tower. she’s a spy, after all

- with your flannels, your bright eyes, and your adorable smile

- you were like a dog

- (i mean in the best way possible, you’re cute you don’t smell like wet dog)

- natasha couldn’t help but feel warm when she saw your charming smile

- and she always laughed at your jokes

- you were usually a goofy, friendly, happy energy around the tower

- and natasha didn’t realize just how much she enjoyed having you around until there was a day devoid of you

- she casually asked clint where you were and he was like “🤨 girl ur bf isn’t here today”

- and he received a glare from her. “just bc we’re two friends who are the opposite gender doesn’t mean we’re a couple, sexist asshole”

- go off bae

- but ummm she did have a crush on you so she went off for no reason

- clint’s a literal spy so he can tell that you guys like each other. he wanted you two to get tf together so he let her in on the fact that you were stowed away in your room today

- she gave him on last glare before leaving for your room. you were laying in bed, under a ton of blankets

- she gave you the cutest little smile :> and tilted her head. “found you.”

- she was surprised when you invited her into bed. you looked so wholesome and tired; she couldn’t refuse. she was laying on her side with her face to yours, her hands tucked under her cheek

- god she was cute. the way she looked at you made your heart swell

- when she asked what had you laying in bed all day, you explained that you felt really dysphoric

- she sighed sympathetically and asked if there was anything she could do

- all you wanted was cuddles tbh

- so you shuffled closer and nuzzled your head into the crook of her neck

- and she hoped you couldn’t hear her heart speed up

- eventually she got more comfortable and started playing with your hair, absolutely glowing when you made little happy noises

- after that, her crush on you got even worse. she couldn’t believe she was letting her emotions get the best of her. she was usually more professional, and she never wanted to complicate things if one of you got hurt, but she had never felt this way before

- she just couldn’t stay away. you were more important than any mission, any concerns about professionalism or detachment—anything

- you two often went on walks in the evening and got take out. usually one of you got sleepy, and you took the food back to one of your rooms, and ate it while watching tv and laughing with each other

- you painted each other’s nails

- and helped each other pick out outfits

- (ur a very bi4bi couple—sorry if ur not bi but that’s a very self insert hc for me)

- you made her feel normal, happy, giddy. around you, she forgot her worries and could completely be herself

- and god she was cute when she was in pj’s in your bed, giggling until she snorted, her hair in a messy braid

- your first kiss happened after you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, and you simmered down, and you were gazing at her like she was the best thing in the world

- and all she could think was “i love you”

- and you leaned in, and it just felt natural

- you guys are so cute cause ur her golden retriever bf and she’s the badass “i’ll hurt u if u hurt him” gf

- especially if someones transphobic

- she’ll beat their ass

- she didn’t love pda, but kissing each other hello or goodbye became habit at some point

- so one morning when you went into the kitchen, and she was buttering toast, you gave her a quick peck

- i mean how could she resist. you had this sleepy smile on your face and your hair was all messy

- and the members of the team that were in the kitchen were like ummmmm qué?

- she glared and pointed her butter knife at them. “don’t,” she snapped

- clint was about to absolutely burst with i told you so’s, but even he was a little scared of what nat could do with just a butter knife, so he kept quiet

- but his face was so smug anyway

- ufhfhhff whenever u fall asleep on the couch, she puts a blanket over you and kisses your forehead <3

- you’re the only person that can make her flustered or feel shy

- you don’t even realize you do

- when you kiss her cheek in passing and she has that tiny fond smile

- or you hug her from behind and her words fumble and she can’t even remember how to talk

- y’all are just so sweet and open with each other

- she comforts you when you feel dysphoric

- she talks to you about her worries that she would never tell anyone else

- y’all are SOULMATES the end

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Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You break into Bucky's apartment after being hired to steal his dog tags but something about the man draws you to him. Struggling with the guilt of taking his precious possession, you find yourself unable to complete the delivery of the item. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, lots of smut, illegal activities, bit of violence. Word Count: 8.6k Status: COMPLETE

Part One ⁂ ➴ You break into Bucky's apartment and decide your mission can wait until after you have some fun with him

Part Two ⁂ ➴ Fate has you and Bucky crossing paths and leads to a change of heart.

Part Three ⁂ ⨮ ➴ Nothing is easy and doing the right thing is downright hard but it's something you need to do.

⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff

This story is soo good I don’t know if I am more exited for the witcher 3 or your story !!

I really enjoyed every chapter I normally never read sorties that are ongoing but I have 0 regret with your story ❤️

Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language,

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Chapter 11-

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking away the fuzziness as you took in the scene around you.

Coen was sitting on the ground across the room, his head in his hands, the potions that he grabbed broken on the ground beside him. The few remaining Witchers were all standing around the room, their heads lowered.

Ciri was crying in Yennefer’s arms while Lambert paced the cafeteria, kicking any object in his path as he swore every word under the sun.

Then there was Jaskier, who was sitting on the ground beside you, hugging his knees to his chest as he cried softly, his face buried on top of his knees.

Suddenly, realisation hit you; they all thought you had died.

Holy shit, they thought you were dead.

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