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kaijutegu · 4 months

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Alligator Body Language and You, or: How To Know When An Alligator On Social Media is Being Stressed for Views

Alligators are wild animals. Despite the idiotic claims of animal abusers like Jay Brewer, they cannot be domesticated, which means they are always going to react on the same natural instincts they've had for millions of years. Habituated, yes. Tamed, yes. Trained, definitely. Crocodilians can form bonds with people- they're social and quite intelligent. They can solve problems, use tools, and they're actually quite playful. Alligators are also really good at communicating how they're feeling, but to somebody who doesn't spend much time around them, their body language can be a bit mystifying. And it doesn't help when social media influencers are saying shit like this:

That is not what a happy gator looks like.

That's a terrified, furious gator who isn't attacking because the ogre handling her has her in a chokehold. She's doing everything she can to express her displeasure, and he's lying about it because he knows his audience doesn't even know how to think critically about what he's doing. He knows that because his audience doesn't know anything about these animals, he can get away with it. This I think is why I hate him so much- he deliberately miseducates his audience. He knows what he's doing is factually inaccurate, he just doesn't care because attention means more to him than anything else in the world.

Let's change that! Here are two really important lessons for understanding alligator body language on social media.

Lesson 1: Alligators Don't Smile (in fact, most animals don't)

So what's going on in this video? Jay Brewer is aggressively choking his white alligator Coconut while scrubbing algae off of her with a toothbrush. And make no mistake, he is digging into the creature's throat while she is visibly distressed. He claims she's happy- but she's not. He is willfully misrepresenting what this animal is feeling. That's a problem, because people... well, we actually kind of suck at reading other species' body language. The reason for this is that we tend to overlay our own responses on their physical cues, and that's a problem. For example, let's look at an animal with a really similar face to ours, the chimpanzee. Check out Ama's toothy grin!

Wait, no. That's not a happy smile. That's a threat display. When a chimpanzee "smiles," it's either terrified and doing a fear grimace, or it's showing you its teeth because it intends on using them in your face.

How about a dog? Look at my smiling, happy puppy!

Oh wait no, this is a picture of Ryder when he was super overwhelmed by noise and people during a holiday party. He'd hopped up in my sister's lap to get away from stuff that was happening on the floor and was panting quite heavily. See the tension in the corners of his mouth and his eyes? A lot of the time when a dog "smiles," the smile isn't happy. It's stress! Why Animals Do The Thing has a nice writeup about that, but the point is, our body language is not the same as other species. And for reptiles, body language is wildly different.

For instance, look at these two alligators. Pretty cute, right? Look at 'em, they're posing for a Christmas card or something! How do you think they're feeling?

Well, I'll tell you how the normal one is feeling. He's annoyed! Why is he annoyed? Because the albino just rolled up, pushed another gator off the platform, and is trying to push this guy, too. I know this because I actually saw it happen. It was pretty funny, not gonna lie. He's not gaping all the way, but he was hissing- you can actually see him getting annoyed in the sequence I took right before this shot. Look at him in this first shot here- he's just relaxing, and you can see he isn't gaping even a little bit.

By the end, he's expressing displeasure, but not enough to actually do anything about it. He's annoyed, but he's comfy and that's where one of the best basking areas is, so he'll put up with it.

Reptiles open their mouths wide for a lot of reasons, but never because they are actively enjoying a sensation. Unless they're eating. No reptile smiles- they can't. They don't even have moveable lips. If a reptile is gaping, it's doing so because:

It is doing a threat display.

It is making certain vocalizations, all of which are threats. Alligators are one of the rare reptiles that do regularly vocalize, but most of their calls aren't made with a wide open mouth.

It is about to bite something delicious or somebody stupid. Check out this video- virtually all of the gaping here is anticipatory because these trained gators know darn well that the bowl is full of delicious snacks. (I have some issues with Florida's Wildest, but the man knows how to train a gator AND he is honest about explaining what they're doing and why, and all of his animals are healthy and well-cared for, and he doesn't put the public or his staff at risk- just himself.)

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It's too hot and it has opened its mouth to vent some of that heat and thermoregulate. This is the main reason why alligators will often have their mouths part of the way open, but sometimes they'll open all the way for thermoregulation. This is what a thermoregulatory gape looks like- usually it's not all the way open, kinda more like < rather than V, but you can't say that 100% of the time. Additionally, a thermoregulatory gape... typically happens when it's hot out. If they're inside, maybe they've been under their basking light for too long. Heat's the dominant factor, is what I'm getting at.

There is another reason that a captive crocodilian might be gaping, and that's because it's doing so on command. Some places have their gators trained to gape on cue, like St. Augustine Alligator Farm and other good zoos. They have the animals do this in presentations that are genuinely educational. They ask the animals to open their mouths so that they can show off their teeth and demonstrate how their tongues seal off the back of their mouth. They'll also do it as part of routine healthcare, because looking at their teeth is important.

In this case, the animals aren't gaping because they're stressed, they're gaping because they know they're gonna get a piece of chicken or fish if they do it. And what's more, they're doing it on cue. They have a specific command or signal that tells them to open wide. It's not an instinctive response to a situation. It's trained. If the animal provides the behavior after a cue, the situation is much less likely to be negatively impactful.

It's also important to remember that there's a difference between a partially open mouth and a gape! As discussed above, alligators will often have their mouths a little bit open just to maintain temperature homeostasis. It helps them stay comfy, temperature-wise. These guys are all doing thermoregulatory open-mouthed behavior- that slight open and relaxed body posture is a dead giveaway. (That and it's the hottest spot in the enclosure.)

Lesson 2: A Happy Gator Is A Chill Gator

So if alligators don't smile or have facial expressions other than the :V that typically signifies distress, how else can you tell how they're feeling? One way is stillness. See, alligators subscribe to the philosophy of if it sucks... hit da bricks.

Basically, if they hate it, they'll leave. Unless, y'know, somebody has their meaty claws digging into their throat or is otherwise restraining them. (Restraint isn't always bad, btw. Sometimes the animal is going through a medical thing or needs to be restrained for their safety- which a responsible educator will explain.)

Let's look at a very similar scenario, in which a captive alligator is getting his back scrubbed.

As you can see, it's quite different. First, he's not being restrained at all. Second, look at how relaxed he is! He's just chilling there vibing! He could simply get up and leave if he wanted to, because he's not being held. Towards the end of the video, as he lifts his head, you can see that his respiratory rate is very even as his throat flutters a bit. I'm not sure what this facility is, so I can't comment on care/general ethics, but like. In this specific case, this is an alligator enjoying being scrubbed! And you can tell because he's not doing anything. A happy gator is content to be doing what they're doing.

Why Should I Listen To You?

Now, you should ask yourself, why should you listen to me? Why should you trust me, who does not own an alligator, versus Jay Brewer, who owns several?

Well, first off, there's no profit for me in telling you that what you're seeing on social media is in fact not what you're being told you're seeing. I'm not getting paid to do this. That's the thing with people who make social media content. The big names aren't doing it just for fun. They're doing it for money. Whether that's profit through partnerships or sponsorships, or getting more people to visit their facilities, or ad revenue, you can't ignore the factor of money. And this is NOT a bad thing, because it allows educators to do what they're passionate about! People deserve to be paid for the work that they do!

But the problem starts when you chase the algorithm instead of actually educating. A "smiling" alligator gets the views, and if people don't know enough to know better, it keeps getting the views. People love unconventional animal stories and they want those animals to be happy- but the inability to even know where to start with critically evaluating these posts really hinders the ability to spread real information. Like, this post will probably get a couple hundred notes, but that video of Coconut being scrubbed had almost 400,000 likes when I took that screenshot. Think about how many eyeballs that's reached by now. What I'm saying here is that it's just... really important to think critically about who you're getting your information from. What do dissenters say in the comments? What do other professionals say? You won't find a single herpetologist that has anything good to say about Prehistoric Pets, I can tell you that right now.

Another reason you can trust me is that my sources are not "just trust me bro," or "years of experience pretending my pet shop where animals come to die is a real zoo." Instead, here are my primary sources for my information on alligator behavior:

Dragon Songs: Love and Adventure among Crocodiles, Alligators, and Other Dinosaur Relations- Vladimir Dinets

The Secret Social Lives of Reptiles- J. Sean Doody, Vladimir Dinets, Gordon M. Burghardt

Social Behavior Deficiencies in Captive American Alligators (Alligator mississippiensis)- Z Walsh, H Olson, M Clendening, A Rycyk

Social Displays of the American Alligator (Alligator mississippiensis)- Kent Vliet

Social Signals and Behaviors of Adult Alligators and Crocodiles- Leslie Garrick, Jeffery Lang

Never smile at a crocodile: Gaping behaviour in the Nile crocodile at Ndumo Game Reserve, South Africa- Cormac Price, Mohamed Ezat, Céline Hanzen, Colleen Downs (this one's Nile crocs, not American alligators, but it's really useful for modeling an understanding of gape behaviors and proximity)

Thermoregulatory Behavior of Captive American Alligators (Alligator mississippiensis)- Cheryl S. Asa, Gary D. London, Ronald R. Goellner, Norman Haskell, Glenn Roberts, Crispen Wilson

Unprovoked Mouth Gaping Behavior in Extant Crocodylia- Noah J. Carl, Heather A. Stewart, Jenny S. Paul

Thank you for reading! Here's a very happy wild alligator from Sanibel for your trouble.

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malertop · 17 days

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Steve Rogers x TonyStarkSon!Male Reader

THE WHINY ACCIDENT

Gif is not mine!

Genre: Smut

Warnings?: bad bad bad writing,since english aint my first language and this is like my fourth or fifth fanfiction the writing may or just isn't the best..or great!,please forgive me if it's just BAD.

1 PM: MONDAY

"Are you sure you're ready for this Y/N?" Tony Stark asked.Tony Stark was and is known as the one and only Iron Man but also as a highly intelligent playboy who is also a billionaire man."Yes dad,can you calm down now and just trust me!" Y/N said.Y/N Stark is the son of Tony Stark and the big brother of their second child named Morgan Stark.Y/N Stark is a smart guy just like his father,but one thing that made him special is that he was gifted with powerful magic,and because he was ready to do anything to save people.Y/N magic was something powerful,so of course he had to join the Avengers but what happened is that he got a super big crush on the leader of the Avengers who is also known as the one and only Captain America a.k.a Steve Rogers."Oh c'mon,this is dangerous and you're just a kid,MY KID.I am sorry that I am worried for my son's safety!" Tony said dramatically again,scared and worried for his son's first actual dangerous mission "Dad oh my god don't worry I am going to be just fine!" Y/N insisted,he tried telling his dad for the 50x time probably already that he is going to be okay "Okay no,I am done!" Tony said as he put his hands in the air "What do you mean now?" Y/N said as he rolled his eyes as he sighted "I am sending Steve with you so he can watch you." Tony said with a serious voice and face "...I AM NOT A KID!" Y/N said as he yelled "ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Y/N yelled in his mind "GOD PLEASE TELL ME HE IS JOKING!PLEASE PLEASE DAD TELL ME YOUR JOKING,I CAN'T BE WITH HIM ALONE" "Oh you are a kid kiddo,you're my kid and i don't want anything bad to happen to you." Tony said as he pointed at me as I just gave up.As I looked up I saw him starting to walk towards the door "Where are you going?" Y/N asked him as Tony turned to face the kid "Where else do you think?,You know what just stay here and wait." Tony said as he opened the door and then left.After 20 minutes Tony came back but with someone Y/N didn't exactly expected to see right at the moment "Okay Steve are you sure your fine with going with him?" Tony said before entering the door,with Steve next to him "I got no problem with that,and we can get along kind of more" Steve said with a smile "Are you saying you want to be friends with my son?" Tony asked as he pointed at Steve "what wait n-" as Steve started to panic Tony interrupted him "just kidding,I don't care" Tony said as he opened the door and let himself and Captain America enter where they saw Y/N already sleeping on his chair since as a hero he didn't had much time to sleep.

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7 PM: MONDAY

"Okay I am going to take a shower..." Steve said quietly as he put you in a bed "this kid is really heavy,I am really swea-" but as Steve was staying he noticed something that caught his eyes immediately,his eyes winded as he saw Y/N's bulge through his pants,he started to slowly move his hands towards Y/N's bulge as you were sleeping,just wanting to feel it but stopped himself and instantly backed away "okay Steve...just go to the shower." he said quietly as blush appeared on his face,he instantly rushed towards the bathroom leaving Y/N's unconscious body on the bed.

7:15 PM: MONDAY

"ugh" Y/N mumbled as he started to open his eyes.Seeing the light hurted his eyes for a bit but then his eyes got used to the lights,he got up and started looking at the room wondering where he is "where am I?..." Y/N said confused as he started walking but then bumped into a person "Oh your awake kid?" Steve said as he stood In front of Y/N,his perfect body still being wet and dripping some water,his big pecs which are better than any tits,his abs,his muscular arms,and the towel that was the problem right now because it was the only thing he was wearing."Oh-I-" "oh my god oh my god,please please stop i am going to get hard" Y/N stood there with blush on his face,frozen and not being able to say anything while standing in front of the muscular adult "M/N?...are you okay?" Steve asked as he put his hand on Y/N's shoulder,Y/N turned his head looking down and seeing he is starting to get turned on,Steve noticed Y/N looking down and he decided to see what he was looking at,he slowly turned his head down just to see Y/N's cock jumping and twitching through his pants,he instantly turned his head up and saw Y/N looking at him "...Did I make this?" Steve asked as he touched the bulge which made Y/N flinch for a second.

Steve looked at the shorter young boy who was blushing and all shy,Y/N couldn't move or do anything,and Steve couldn't risk what he desired,to get dumb fucked by the boy.Steve started to stroke the cock through the boy pants as he kept looking at him "tell me Y/N..do you want to have some fun,since some people think i am boring..but i can make real fun~" Steve said with a seductive voice as he kneeled down to the floor,seeing the boy face clearly made him even more turned on by the situation that he and the boy was in right now."W-What kind of fun?.." Y/N said stuttering while watching the older men that was on the floor stroking his dick through the pants,"oh you will see~" Steve said and instantly took down the pants revealing Y/N's big cock,the guy didn't even wait a second and took the dick inside his mouth,making himself already gag on it.Y/N moaned from the unexpected move Steve made as Steve started to give the shorter guy a blowjob.A gag after another fag followed from the older guy and moan and moan from the younger guy,Y/N couldn't help it but grab Steve's hair and push himself deep inside of his throat making the older men choke,Steve rolled his eyes as saliva was all around Y/N's cock.Y/N throw Steve to the ground as Steve began breathing for air,Y/N grabbed him by the hair and threw him on the bed as the towel fell."So Captain was a little bitch huh..then let me handle you like one~" Y/N said as he grabbed Steve's legs and pulled them towards him,splitting them apart wide open and looking at the breathing shaved white soft hole "W-Wait M/N it may not fit without prep-" "Don't worry Steve..your saliva made my cock wet enough to be used as a lube~" as Y/N said that he spit in his hand and brought it towards Steve's hole,he felt the soft skin of the older male turning him on even more as he couldn't wait anymore.

*slap* a slap was heard,Y/N slapped his hole teasing the older men with his dick as he watched the expression "Please M/N..just put inside of me already!~" Steve begged as he couldn't wait anymore,Steve was needy and that was well known for anyone now."What if it doesn't fit,Captain?" Y/N teased "then either we or I will make it fit" Steve teased back as he made Y/N blush,after hearing those words Y/N instantly put his whole cock inside of Steve's hole which made his eyes go wide open as he moaned by the unexpected move.Steve became a mess as Y/N thrusted more and more "Oh yeeeessss!" Steve said as he moaned "Destroy my hole M/!N,~~" Steve moaned as his hole was getting destroyed "Fuckkking god!~~~" Steve cursed out of enjoyment "What happened Captain,i thought we should watch our language and not curse?" Y/N teased as he continued to thrust every second,his balls hitting Steve's ass,his cock being buried inside of his whore hole "T-The language doesn't matter n-now~~" Steve said with cracks in his voice,Y/N started thrusting faster as Steve act like himself anymore "you like that Captain,making you my little bitch?" Y/N teased with a smirk as the slaps could be heard from miles away "yeeeeeesss~~" Steve said as his eyes rolled back which suprised Y/N making him stop for a second "wait why...why did you stop?" Steve asked as his eyes we're making eye contact with Y/N "i-" "Please M/N don't stop,look what you did to me already~" Steve cut Y/N off,as he finishes his sentence Y/N looked down at his hole and for a second pulled out revealing the wrecked hole of the older man "see..so-so don't stop!~" Steve said with smile and the next second his eyes rolled "Fuck yeah that pussy!" Y/N said as he shove his whole cock inside of Steve's hole and began thrusting again but faster than ever,slaps could be heard miles away as they were made every 1 second "FUCK M/N DESTROY MY LITTLE PUSSY~!!" Steve loudly moaned as he put his hands on Y/N's back "DESTROY MY PUSSY M/N,OWN IT,MAKE ME NOTHING BUT A MESS!" Steve continued as Y/N started to feel himself getting close "PLEASE M/N JUST MAKE ME YOUR BITCH AND OWN ME ALREADY,JUST DESTROY MY LITTLE CUNT AND O-OH-OHH FUCKK~!" Steve finished his sentence with eye rolling again as Y/N hit his spot "RIGHT THERE!,RIGHT THERE M/N! GAPE MY PROSTATE AND MAKE ME YOUR TOY~!" Steve moaned "fuck S-Steve..I..I am feeling really close~" "CUM INSIDE ME M/N!,PLEASE FILL THE INSIDES OF MY PUSSY~!" as Steve finished his begging that made Y/N completely out of control "fuck you pussy is sucking my dick S-So bad!~" Y/N said as he did his final thrust,cum started filling up Steve's soft wrecked hole.

1 PM: WEDNESDAY

"I am so proud of you son" Tony said as he hugged Y/N who of course hugged back,after like 1 minute Tony finally pulled back and looked at Y/N "you grow up so fast,just like how fast you were able to defeat them" Tony smiled "Dad c'mon!,I ain't a baby" "well in my heart you will always be a baby" Tony said as Y/N chuckled "Now you can go,I have to take a call" Tony said as he started walking towards his desk,while Y/N out of the door,he came to his room and as Y/N opened the door and entered,closing it and as he turned around he was stunned "Hello Y/N" Steve said as he came closer to younger guy,Steve was wearing nothing but a towel,he dropped the towel as he revealed himself wearing Captain America jockstrap "you dealt so good with the villains that I think you deserve an award" Steve said with a smirk on his as Y/N looked at him.

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ghouljams · 8 months

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Does Liebling ever get possessive or jealous if people flirt with Konig? Maybe of other fae or seers?

The short answer is yes absolutely, but the long answer is König makes sure she knows they aren’t threats, by getting rid of them.

You always wonder what other people must see, or not see, when they look at König. You know roughly how his hood works, the slippery feeling of not being able to quite look at it, but surely someone sees something. They must, the way he draws attention. You can’t walk down the street without someone staring at him, and it’s sort of fun to know people are scared of the menacing figure that follows you. It’s a lot less fun when he’s noticed for other reasons.

Reasons like now, when you sidestep a woman who purposely bumps into König. He stops, and blinks down at her. As surprised as you that a human is going out of their way to notice him let alone interact with him. You’ve been told that some people are too magically inert for obscura to work on, just seeing whatever human shapes their brain wants to fill in. You assume it’s related to intelligence, the way she bats her lashes at a man that’s so clearly with someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” The woman touches his arm, and you can see a shiver go through the obscura. You roll your eyes, you've always thought this song and dance was sort of demeaning.

"It's alright," König tells her, attempting to step away. The woman keeps her hand on his arm, squeezes his bicep.

"Oh my god, is that your muscle? You must be super strong." She strokes a hand down his arm, König's eyes dart to yours. You raise your brows, and give a quiet 'wow'.

"I am," he nods. The woman coos over your boyfriend, measuring her hand against his and running the gamut of flirting techniques. König doesn’t seem eager to tell her to fuck off, which is bothering you more than you thought it would. He almost seems curious as to what she’ll try next, studying her movements and reactions.

You aren’t really the jealous type, or you didn’t think you were, but you’re getting agitated standing around waiting for this woman to… fuck, notice you? She must know you’re standing right there.

“Excuse me,” You cut in, the woman glances at you, and continues talking to König. You feel your brain stutter, overloaded with the sheer amount of question marks that it conjures. You have never been so thoroughly or efficiently brushed off.

You know what? You don’t have to stand here and wait for your dumbass boyfriend to turn her down. You’re out, you’re gone, you are going home. König can show up when he’s done with whatever the fuck he’s doing. Maybe he’ll follow her home and be out of your hair for a while. Stupid bastard.

You turn and stalk down the street, resuming your walk home. You don’t know why you stuck around so long, but the next time this happens you’re leaving him high and dry.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” König sighs, looking over her head at your storming off.

“What’s too bad?” The woman asks, clearly thrown by the immediate loss of interest from König.

“You’ve upset my, hm,” He thinks for a moment how to quantify his relationship with you, future wife? Beloved? Pet? He supposes you call him your boyfriend, it’ll have to do. “My girlfriend,” He finishes.

“What? She doesn’t trust you?” The woman purrs, obviously trying to say something. König isn’t particularly interested in whatever game she thinks she’s playing.

“No,” König wraps a hand around her throat, the lustful surprise in her eyes turning to terror as his grip tightens and he lifts her off her feet, “but not for the reasons you think.”

He squeezes hard, let's his teeth bleed through his hood, to call him threatening would be an understatement. This isn't a threat, this is a period on the end of a promise. The woman's voice dies on her crushed larynx, her hands scrambling against his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It's really too bad she'd stuck around so long trying to get his attention. Well she had it now, whether she wanted it or not. Her feet kick out at him, trying to land a blow with the last bit of fight pumping through her blood. König can smell it, hear it, her blood rushing through her veins, fear tainting the meat. Heart, lungs, liver, so many snacks, so little time.

You're walking further away from him every second he spends squeezing the life out of this stupid person. He'll cut the thrill short. His claws sharpen and drag, digging into the woman's neck before he tugs sharply, ripping the carotid and severing the windpipe. The twitching. Hm. He should've severed the spinal column, he hates the twitching.

König crouches next to the soon-to-be-corpse and drags his tongue over his teeth for the corpse’s viewing pleasure, her eyes wide and fearful in the last seconds before death. He likes killing the humans that can’t see him properly. There’s always that wonderful moment at the end when they realize the world holds horrors they’d never imagined, a sickening pallor comes over them every time, and sweetens the meat.

Humming, he makes a neat Y incision, and pulls free the pieces he wants. Heart, lungs, he eats the liver as he catalogues what else might be good. He can't exactly take it to go, but he doesn't want to leave you to sulk too long. König feels his spines twitch in the cool evening air, his claws clicking as he spears kidneys to pop in his mouth. You're going to be upset anyway he may as well finish his meal.

#cod x reader #x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig #könig mw2 #König x oc #cod x oc #x oc #oc: liebling #tw gore #tw violence #König goes home and Liebling is just “I assume you ate her”#König: i did eat her yes #Liebling: alright will go shower you smell like blood #and try to look a little more human your spines are scratching my ceiling #fae!König #1fae1

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lbxbx · 5 months

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Cockpit 2 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood,

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Two weeks later you decided on going to the same club you celebrated Yoongi’s last weekend as a single man, and after a long debate with yourself, you choose a tight red dress with spaghetti straps which compliments your boobs, and you take pride in them.

You have the same table booked, Hoseok knows someone who manages to get the same table for you every time.

“I’m so sorry, I got off work late.” Taehyung joins you finally. “I had to get home and change, what did I miss?”

Taehyung’s personality and duality scares you. You and him met in a club, he seemed like the typical bad boy that was out of every girl’s league, until he got drunk and super wasted, and you started taking body shots off of each other, he needed friends like you, and he considers you the closest to him and his safe space he can be himself and comfortable. He comes to you when he has any minor inconvenience in his life, and you do a great job helping him, but with people outside of your circle, he’s suddenly mean, quiet and obnoxious, everyone gets obnoxious around new people, but he completely refuses to give in quickly, he has to study everyone first, he’s absolutely intelligent in a different way, and he can find out an individual’s personality based off of looks.

“Yoongi and Mia arrived to Mauritius.” You unlock your phone to show him a picture Yoongi sent to your group chat, Yoongi and Mia feeding a giant turtle. Taehyung pouts. “We should have gone with them.”

“Honey moon is for sex and none of us is getting laid any time soon.” Jimin says in a serious tone, which makes Taehyung immediately interrupt- “Speak for yourself, I have a girlfriend.”

“You’re right, I think I grew my virginity back.” Jimin’s laugh is immediately wiped off when Jin kicks him in the shin. You click your tongue at Jin. “But he’s right.” You shrug. “Last time I had sex was back in march and I wasn’t so happy about it.”

“Oh please tell them what happened.” Hoseok took a sip of his drink, they look at you waiting for you to finish your story.

“No, my sex life is not going to be tonight’s topic.” You point at Hoseok, knowing if you finish your story they’re going to judge you so hard for it, they’re men after all.

“It’s an interesting subject and we’re all adults.” Jungkook interrupts and looks at Hoseok. “Is it that bad?”

Hoseok nods and you roll your eyes at him.

“What happened?” Seokjin asks, leaning forward eager to know more.

It is getting more embarrassing speaking of your sex life around a table full of men, but you actually finish. “I faked it and I don’t regret it.”

They are genuinely upset around the table as if you offended every man on planet earth and hurt their pride.

“Just tell him how he could’ve done it.” Jin whines, and Hoseok agrees. “That’s what I told her.”

“Oh shut up,” You huff and straighten your back. “One of you, get up and get us drinks let’s start the night.”

Jungkook excuses himself to use the bathroom, Jin gets up to order drinks and Jimin had to take a call outside the club.

Sitting across from Hoseok who was discussing with Taehyung the last time he had sex, you examine the club and look around, fingers intertwined, you start swaying your shoulders to the music before you grab your bottle of water and untwist it to take a few sips, you manage to spell some on your dress and chest which makes you gasp because that water is too cold for your liking.

“Shit.” You cuss under your breath and freeze in your chair, Taehyung is the first one to react and gets up. “I’ll get you tissues.” But Hoseok was even quicker to burrow some tissues from table right behind him, a familiar voice rings right across you, from behind Hoseok.

“There you go.”

“Thank you.” Hoseok pulls a few tissues and helps you dry yourself, you try to look behind Hoseok but he moves a lot and he is standing in the way, you grow impatient to know who that voice belongs to.

Hoseok finally sits down after making sure you’re alright, and finally about time, your eyes meet with the owner of that familiar voice.

Namjoon.

The moment your eyes meet, your stomach drops and you feel your shoulders tensing, you press your thighs together, and your lip lifts up in a tiny grin, you actually did get to see him again.

Your chest rises higher when your breathing becomes quicker and you clear your throat.

Are you nervous or just horny and thirsty over Namjoon?

He grabs his drink and takes a tiny sip, mirroring your grin, his dimple barely showing which makes you panic, because at this moment, you’re high key just staring at him with lifted eyebrows and wide eyes.

Hoseok and Taehyung to immersed in the conversation to notice.

You out of habit cross your legs and chew down on your lip, Jin comes back with so many drinks in his hands, he can barely put them down, Hoseok helps him and you finally take the drink you ordered in your hands, you bring it closer to your mouth, eyes still attached to Namjoon, you wink at him the way her winked at you that night, and you take a huge sip of your drink. Did you actually just do that? You’re totally panicking on the inside.

You try so hard to maintain your facial expression and keep it steady, which makes you clearly see him stress about it, he puts his drink down and scratches the back of his dark hair, he laughs too which makes him earn looks and stares from friends, he says something to them and you see him explain with his hands, his long fingers and knuckles making a show entertaining enough for you to glue your eyes to.

You hide your laugh behind your cup and take another sip. He’s clumsy.

“Y/N” Jimin calls out your name, you snap your head to him, he’s holding a tray full of shots. “We’re playing truth or dare, are you joining?”

You look back at Namjoon, you see him putting his hands on the table and using it for support to get up, he heads to the bar and faces the dance floor, his elbows leaning back on the bar, he looks at you and tilts his head towards the empty chair next to him. Is he asking you to come?

You decide to act on it quickly and shake your head to Jimin, “You guys start, I need to get a few more drinks before.” You get up and put your hand behind Jimin’s back. “I’ll join you when I’m ready.”

They already start arguing over the rules of the game, you make your way towards the bar slowly, you know he’s watching you, you brush softly against his shoulder which makes your nose pick up his manly cologne and now that you’re standing next to him, this man is so big and tall.

His breath is already irregular and yours is too, but you applaud yourself for not making it obvious, you can feel his big arm brushing against your bare skin and so can he, your skin burns him, and with that alone, he rewinds the scenario he saw in the shower, and he tells himself to focus.

You try so hard not to look at him with the corner of your eyes, and you focus on the bartender, you clear your throat and say in a tone you don’t recognize, you actually cringe at yourself on the inside, are you really trying to sound calm and sexy?

But it works because Namjoon just unlocked something new to use in his imagination when he jerks off to you in the shower.

“Can I please get a mojito—“ You turn to look at Namjoon, you eye him from head to toe, “And a beer for the gentleman.”

Namjoon is already struggling with you, he realizes that both of you are making a move on each other, so he’s trying to stay calm and cool.

“Coming right up.” The bartender leaves to make you the drinks. The tension increases and you look at him, his eyes meet yours, before he laughs, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

You laugh too and climb up on the stool, you cross your legs and lean one elbow on the bar, facing Namjoon.

It takes seconds for you to pick up courage to start the talk since he isn’t saying anything.

“You’re the one who asked me to come here.” You start, he nods slowly, eyes focused on people on the dance floor. “Well, practically, I didn’t.”

He’s so nervous, so are you, but he’s way more nervous than you are.

“Mhm.” You nod, staring at his face from aside, his nose, his lips between his teeth, you lean your chin on your palm and still look at him and eating him with your eyes.

He can feel your eyes on him, he turns and meets your eyes, he laughs nervously again, you feel bad for him so you actually decide to look away and make him less uncomfortable, the bartender puts your drinks down, you grab the beer and hand it to Namjoon, then grab your drink and clink it with the beer in his hand.

He looks at you, this time not laughing, he brings the bottle closer to his mouth and takes a gulp, eyes still connected to yours, you take a sip from your drink and put it down.

“Are those your friends?” You point your head towards the table he was sitting at.

He nods. “Co workers actually.”

“What do you do?” You tilt your head, trying to build an image in your head, he looks like someone employed in a company, you’ve seen him twice, every time dressed in a suit. Probably a bank. No he could a teacher.

“Do you want to guess?” He studies your face. “You’re already trying to guess.”

“Smart ass, Hmm..” You nod and laugh when he laughs, you’re amused, is he actually smart or were you too easy to read?

“I’m a—“ He’s interrupted by you shaking your head, you want to play this game now. “Let me try and guess.”

He finds it cute, he closes his mouth and gestures you with hands to go ahead and try to guess.

You look into his face and try to build an image of what he could do in his life? Not that tanned, so it must be an indoor job, tall and big which means he could be an athlete, not too big to be a coach, he looks smart, probably a teacher? No offence to teachers but they’re not that sculpted and good looking.

Your eyes switch down to his body, you look at his hands, then look back at him, wondering if it’s okay to look at them, he shrugs and gives you his right hand, you hold it into yours, twist and turn it, look at his fingers, long and fucking attractive but he totally doesn’t draw or grade papers.

“At least give me a hint.” You shrug, letting go of his hand even though you don’t want to, secretly wondering if it’s okay to put them in your mouth at the spot. “Do you wear a uniform?” You snap yourself out of your thoughts.

He nods. Your brain starting to work harder than before, could he a police officer? Or in health care? Probably a soldier, he could be a chef too, they wear uniforms too.

“Do you cook?” You ask which makes him laugh like you said the biggest and fattest joke ever. “Actually no, I suck at cooking.”

You giggle and tilt your head. “Do you work in a building?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.” You’re even more confused now.

“Just tell me what do you do.” You say in frustration, he finds your lack of patience cute, he takes a sip and actually blurts out the job that you never expected to hear at all, but now you think about it, it suits him so much.

“I’m an aircraft pilot.” He says, his fingers intertwining together.

Your jaw visibly drops, they do actually exist, you only saw pilots in airports or in movies, you would’ve never thought you’d meet one in actual life.

“You’re a captain?” You squeak, he nods, his eyes on your lips, busted for staring at them, your head moves slowly left and right. “That’s so fucking hot.”

You actually just said that, you can’t be totally proud of yourself.

“Tell me more about Y/N,” His voice sounded so deep and low, making you tilt your head, he looks totally different to you now.

“What do you want to know?” You ask in return, he takes another gulp and puts his beer down. “What do you do?” He changes his tone for emphasis and stares at you, he’s probably pretending to be assuming but he already knows since he saw your pass card the other week.

“Can I guess?” He asks, which makes you scoff and bite back. “It’s totally unfair, you already saw my pass card.”

He looks confused for a second but shrugs right after, his lips forming a small pout. “But I was being genuinely serious, I just saw your first name.”

He did sound honest but for all you know he could be lying, you nod and tell him to try to guess, which makes him turn to fully face you, he hands now on his thighs, his head slightly tilted to the side, he’s trying so hard to find a job that he thinks matches someone as attractive as you are.

He hums, “Literature probably.” He questions, “A teacher, or a writer. Although your personality gives me the vibe of a human resources type of girl.”

He’s thinking out loud, trying to read your face seeing if your facial expression changes when he mentions the jobs, waiting for you to say yes, but you don’t give him anything to start with.

It’s so hard for him to focus, you think he’s staring at you trying to guess what you do, but he’s just feeding his eyes that are hungry for you, it was given to him on a silver platter, little do you know he’s biting your nipples in his head.

“It’s definitely not as interesting as yours.” You interrupt his train of thoughts, the body language on this man is driving you insane, the way he sits, the face he makes when he thinks, his fingers tapping on his thick thighs. You take a sip from your drink and look behind you at your friends making loud noises heard across the club, they’re enjoying their game.

“Tell me.” He gives up.

“I’m an emergency medicine resident.” He seems genuinely shocked and surprised, words struggling to come out of his so goddamn juicy lips, he ends up saying “Wow.” Then laughing.

“What’s funny Namjoon?” You lift an eyebrow, he’s a little startled when he heard his name, he looks at you and shakes his head. “No offense, doctors are not that good looking, and you’re too young—“ He’s interrupted with you smacking down your pass card on the counter and pushing it towards him.

“Not that I have to prove it to you.” You challenge him, he looks at the pass card and scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry.”

You felt bad for him because you weren’t offended, he was over thinking his attitude, and to help ease his torture, you grab back the card and stand up, you’re standing way too close to him right now, he’s worried you’re mad or upset, you shoot him a soft grin to let him know that there’s no hard feelings.

“It’s okay, I need to get back to my friends.” You say, hand rising to slowly tug on a strand of his pushed back dark hair, you’re subtly flirting, but you also make him want you more.

He froze in his seat, eyes attached to yours, the look on his face almost as if he’s afraid he won’t see you again, he’s not done with you and he wants more, and things can’t end this way.

You want more too, but he’s still a man, you can’t offer him anything without him offering it first, or he should at least show some effort and ask for more.

A wild and loud debate is going through his head now, you can clearly see it because his mouth opens slightly, he’s about to say something but he stops.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” Yeah you’re actually about to leave before he politely asks. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You act so innocent although you’re 100% sure he’s about to ask for a way to stay in touch, and he actually does.

“Can I get your phone number?”

Do you want to tease or should you just give it to him? Wait no, he’s a total stranger and you’re giving him your phone number? Now you’re the one who’s having a major debate in your head, you saw this man only twice and you’re already exchanging phone numbers?

You need to think fast and weigh things out, he’s a fucking hot airplane craft—

“Yeah sure.”

Really? Could you be faster than this? It comes out from you almost as if it’s a natural reflex. You didn’t even give yourself a chance to think twice, you wanted to say yes even if you weighed things out and his cons overcome his pros.

He takes his phone out and you end up exchanging phone numbers. You end up saving him as ‘NJ’, you close your phone and throw it back into your purse, you look at him one last time and your lip lifts in a tiny smirk. “So, I guess I’ll see you around, Namjoon.”

His eyes are on your lips when he swallows, the lips he imagined doing things to his dick in the shower.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around.” He snaps out of his dirty thoughts, he stands up too, and puts his hands into his pockets, his chest almost brushing against yours, his eyes very clearly move to your exposed cleavage, gosh if you only knew what is going through his wild imagination.

You turn and make your way to your friends, his eyes are totally checking out your lovely ass.

You feel your sweat on your lower back and chest, you grab a tissue and take your seat next to Hoseok, “Are you okay chief?” And you giggle at the nickname he hasn’t used in a long time.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You put your hand his leg and he wraps an arm around you.

You chose truth which makes Jungkook whine, the game is not as fun as he wants, so he decided to give you hard time and ask you very explicit questions.

You swing back a shot when he asks you if you’ve ever sent nudes to anyone, of course you’re not going to answer that. Although you’re quite positive that drinking your shot already means yes you did, and you actually did do it before. Which you are not happy nor proud about.

Oh god your head is already spinning so much, you’ve lost count of how many shots that are now in your system, and you’re at that stage where you know it’s about to be too late, and if you continue, you will end up having a shitty hangover in the morning after.

“Come on Hobi it’s your turn.” You put your shot glass down. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Hoseok doesn’t think twice which makes Jungkook whine even more, you huff. “Just choose dare, this kid is about to throw a tantrum.”

Jungkook flips you off and Hoseok proceeds. “Fine dare.” He rolls up his sleeves, you’re looking at Hoseok but behind him is the guy that you started your night with, just looking at you eagerly and his eyes not leaving you, they burn.

He’s still there with some friends, and what seems like a few of them left. You cross your arms over your chest which makes his eyes travel down to your chest again, you know he’s looking and you’re glad he is.

The boys hardly notice anything when they’re drunk, but the only one who’s been not drinking is Seokjin since he carpooled you to the club and he’s going to drop all of you home. He sees your eyes focusing elsewhere, follows your eyesight which leads him to Namjoon, he knows where Namjoon’s looking at, boys will be boys.

Seokjin can read you like an open book, since both of you think so much like each other, you two share the same birthday, only he is a few years older than you

And Seokjin’s hunch tells him that you and Namjoon are drooling over each other and you’re sharing looks of hunger.

“Hobi.” Seokjin starts. “I dare you to dare Y/N to kiss the guy on that table.”

Fuck you’re busted.

You snap your head at Seokjin and he shrugs, what is he trying to do?

And you’re even more embarrassed when all of them turn and look at Namjoon simultaneously, making Namjoon visibly nervous, and you feel extremely bad for him.

“You guys are so stupid.” You cover your face in mere embarrassment when Namjoon looks back at you, he’s confused.

“Come on he’s good looking.” Hoseok being the loud person he is, turns to you when he whines, as if that’s what you were complaining about.

You know how he’s so damn attractive, but you just exchanged numbers with that man, kissing might just ruin everything, or it could spice things up.

“He’s been staring at you the entire night.” Seokjin says, getting up and actually pulling your chair back while you’re still in it.

“Seokjin no.” You’re panicking, you totally refuse, smart enough to remember your standards, you never make a move on a man first.

“What if he comes and kisses you?” Jungkook is already on his feet and walking towards the table next to you.

You shake your head quick in utter panic and bite on your own teeth begging for Jungkook to come back. “Jeon Jungkook get back here.”

Well, it’s too late, because he already excused Namjoon out of the table, which confuses Namjoon even more.

Oh my god, your face is burning and your body is on fire!

You see Jungkook standing with his back facing your table, shakes hands with Namjoon, then points behind him with his thumb before crossing his arms, they both turn and look at you, Fuck. They’re walking closer.

“Hey, Y/N, this is Namjoon.” Jungkook introduces and you act oblivious, so does Namjoon, he’s totally not hiding his smirk. “This is my friend, Y/N. She hasn’t kissed a guy since march.”

Oh my god this brat keeps embarrassing you more and more you’re genuinely so close to crying, you want the floor to swallow you and you want to disappear.

Namjoon reaches his hand out to shake yours, “Kim Namjoon, haven’t kissed a woman in months too.” He introduces his full name and laughs, the guys laugh too, how are they even laughing this isn’t funny.

You shake his hand as if you haven’t before, totally surprised when he tightens his grip on your hand and pulls you closer, he just cuts to the chase and moves his hands lower to reach your hips.

Now that you’re even closer, this man is tall enough to make you almost tip toe, the smell of his cologne mixed with the alcohol and smoke is already doing wonders to you and sending you somewhere else, you’re drooling and it’s not from your mouth.

The feeling of his hot palms on your hips almost makes you want to collapse in his big arms.

Deep down in your head you grow impatient to feel his lips against yours, your stomach twisting in turning in pure excitement and arousal, you’re about to kiss the captain.

His nose brushes against yours and you can feel his hot breath against your lips, your hands moving to his biceps to feel them, it feels weird to do that in front of your friends, but they’re enjoying it, and they’re drunk and you think you are too, but this whole thing is more than enough to sober you up.

In a quick move Namjoon turns you so your back faces your friends, clears his throat and whispers low enough for both of you to hear, his lips softly touching yours with each letter he says. “I kind of wished they dared me to fuck you, because I want to.”

Your breath hitches and you’re already drunk on his touch, but now this man even has a dirty mouth that he uses shamelessly.

He finally pulls you closer for a kiss which you can feel your ears buzzing right away, and your legs feel like jelly. Your lips touch and melt together from the heat both of you radiating, you expect it to be a soft kiss but the attraction, you could swear there’s a magnet pulling you closer or it’s his arms pulling you closer to him, your so called soft kiss turns into a make out, his tongue licking your lower lip and quickly taking the chance to taste your mouth, you barely keep up with his kiss but you manage to.

Your hands make their way up to his chest and neck, your nails digging there softly and tugging on the back of his hair, he softly bites your lip and manages to pull back from the kiss, keeping your lower lip between his teeth while smirking, your hands move down to his big clothed arms that are tensed, you hold tighter for dear life because you’re ready to collapse any second now.

But fuck you want more, you want to feel more of him.

He pulls back from the kiss but your bodies are still touching and pressed against each other, and you stare into his eyes, his smirk getting cockier by the second when he feels you press harder into him, you visibly clear your throat and your hands move to his forearms, his smile slowly disappears when he leans closer to your ear, licking it and printing a soft kiss on it while humming.

He blows some air into the glistening spot he kissed on your ear and whispers. “I think about you when I make myself cum, I wish I could cum on your pretty face and ruin your makeup.”

Chills run through your spine, you’re seconds away from asking him to come home with you, you need him.

You shiver subtly, and you’re pretty sure if he touched you, you’d cum in an embarrassing amount of time.

You look into his eyes, they’re lazy and half closed, he bites on his bottom lip aggressively and pulls back ever so slowly, although the magnet between you feels like it’s pulling you closer.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” He looks at Jungkook and the rest of the guys, then looks at you one last time before actually leaving the club.

You’re drooling over Kim Namjoon.

“You’re welcome.” Jungkook says.

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beatrixstonehill2 · 5 months

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"Oh my god you guys, you are soooo going to hate me, or maybe love me for this....? So.... this guy reached out to me on Instagram and he's a really famous photographer. Apparently he's doing a whole gallery about artistically showing really dramatic and inspiring detransition journeys.... So, trans men going from intelligent, handsome dudes with full beards to basically big-boobed trad wives pregnant with quintuplets, IQs lowered to the 50s. And of course he's cataloguing trans girls going from looking like me to big, macho, muscular men, with full beards, huge cocks..... He said it's OK if I don't want to detrans, a lot of the people he reaches out to have no interest in detransitioning personally, but decide to just to participate in his project. Soooo, don't kill me..... I agreed to join!

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whyse7vn · 8 months

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RIZZLESS -

[ot7 x reader]

HOSEOK -

hobi: on a scale of one to pregnant how much do you love me

y/n: abortion

hobi: ok then

y/n: u were in my dream last night

hobi: was my fit hard?

y/n: you was cheating

hobi: real

y/n: ???

hobi: ??

anyways let’s fuck i’m so fr rn

y/n: kiss me through the phone

hobi: ft me 😍

y/n: ew no

you really think i’m gonna have esex with u rn???

hobi: ok the term esex is a REAL turn off

also why not

u not fucking with my rizz?

y/n: what rizz?

hobi: i would fight a lion for you

y/n: is that it?

hobi: is that it????

why are you acting like the lion line didn’t get you going back in the day

y/n: back in the day?? are we 65?

hobi: ur acting 65

y/n: sorry i don’t want to have phone sex

leave me alone

hobi: do you not love me

y/n: not rn no

hobi: look into my eyes baby

y/n: stop harassing me

hobi: is my game really that bad?

y/n: i’m afraid so

hobi: don’t be afraid

hoseokies got u

y/n: hoseokie?? i have never called you that in my life

hobi: ok well maybe you should start

y/n: i won’t

hobi: mannnnn :(

i’ll even call you something cute in return

what about hunnybun 💞

y/n: i’m gonna kill myself and it’s gonna be ur fault

hobi: WAIT!!!!

let me fuck first

y/n: ur insufferable

hobi: i love a woman with a big vocabulary

like yesss tell me i’m gargantuan while we fucking

y/n: ur so fucking gross

how am i with you

hobi: we are in deep deep love

y/n: i’m in a deep deep depression

hobi: that mean u freaky right?

y/n: can you leave me alone now

hobi: i love and miss you

y/n: i can tell

hobi: can you not just say you love and miss me back like wow ur so difficult why do i put up with this

y/n: we are in deep deep love!!!

hobi: u a super freak 😍⁉️

y/n: zero fucking rizz

JUNGKOOK -

jungkook: are you an apple?

y/n: no?

jungkook: because apple pie

y/n: ?

jungkook: 👍🏻

y/n: i’m lost

jungkook: so am i

y/n: are you trying to flirt with me?

jungkook: i’m sorry

pls don’t hit me

y/n: your making it real hard not to rn

jungkook: do you have the time?

y/n: no

jungkook: 4:30 pm 😉

y/n: that makes zero sense

jungkook: i have more

please baby

y/n: no

jungkook: you must be a waterfall

y/n: i am not

jungkook: wet

y/n: ew

jungkook: don’t slip

y/n: leave me alone

jungkook: do you like it

y/n: what do you think

jungkook: a little

y/n: no

jungkook: oh

y/n: yeah

jungkook: i’m so sorry

y/n: i know

jungkook: 🥹

y/n: if i could i would punch you rn

jungkook: out of love and appreciation?

y/n: i haven’t decided yet

jungkook: i get that

y/n: do you?

jungkook: 😞……

y/n: you make my brain hurt so bad

but i have to kiss you on the mouth passionately

jungkook: kiss

y/n: ur so annoying

UGH

real himbo u are

jungkook: haribo?

y/n: what?

jungkook: no

y/n: what?????

jungkook: are you butter?

y/n: ?

jungkook: smooth like 😍

y/n: are you drunk?

jungkook: no

y/n: are you sure?

jungkook: are you sure yes

y/n: what the actual fuck are you saying to me rn

jungkook: i’m trying to appear more intelligent

y/n: it is not working!

jungkook: have you liked my pickup lines so far

y/n: i wonder what it is like in your brain

truly

jungkook: me 2

y/n: what did you actually want from me kookie

jungkook: do you think i’m good at pickup lines?

y/n: lol!

TAEHYUNG -

taehyung: BRO JIMIN KEEPS SAYING I HAVE NO RIZZ LIKE HOW DOES HE THINK I PULLED YOU IS HE STUPID???????

y/n: you just called me bro?

taehyung:

my fault my amazing sunshine queen nugget honey muffin pie baked at 180 degrees for 25 minutes made with love sprinkles happiness and joy

y/n: jimin is right

taehyung: my rizz was just so out of this world good it made you think it was bad

y/n: if being delusional was a olympic sport you would have like 15 hundred gold medals by now

taehyung: that’s impossible actually

y/n: tHaTs iMpOsSiBlE aCtuALlY 🤓☝🏽

taehyung: u think ur funny

y/n: hilarious actually

taehyung: i would stab myself for you

y/n: boring

jimin would definitely die for me

taehyung: ok?? who said i wasn’t dying like god you can never let me finish

y/n: ok but jimin would of opened with i would die for you

taehyung: jimin clearly isn’t a vivid story teller like i am

i would of broken down the whole getting stabbed and dying for you storyline if you’d fucking let me

y/n: i like a man that gets straight to the point

taehyung: i love you

y/n: jimin would of kissed me

taehyung: i’m trying to flirt with u right now and ur being difficult

y/n: jimin would of done this better sighs

taehyung: i could outrizz jimin any day

y/n: outrizz? that sounds like something a 12 year old would say

taehyung: maybe i am 12

y/n: ew?

don’t say that

taehyung: do you think we would fall in love if we met when we were 12?

y/n: probably those were ur normal days

idk what happened to you after that

u really let urself go

taehyung: i ate an ant for the first time when i was 12

y/n: nvm

for the first time????

and the last i hope

taehyung: i be getting hungry sometimes

y/n: imagine how insane your fans would think you are if they saw even a day’s worth of the shit you say to me

taehyung: insanely sexy like you see me right lol 😩

y/n: fuck you

taehyung: go ahead then

fuck me

ain’t nobody holding you back

yehaw

y/n: yehaw?

taehyung: sorry the cowboy in me likes to come out sometimes

did he make you blush

y/n: seek help i’m not joking

JIMIN -

jimin: whenever i get a message from you i moan a little bit

i hope it’s the same for you

do you moan for me babe

i bet you do

u freak

yeah

i like that

y/n: wow

jimin: why are you cheating on me

y/n: ?????

where is this coming from

and how did you go from moaning at my notifications to accusing me of cheating?

jimin: so many questions not enough answers

answer me pretty

y/n: are you trying to fuck me or fight me right now

like what is going on?

jimin: you held namjoons hand yesterday

y/n: he literally fell on the floor

i helped him up

jimin: ok so?

he’s a grown man

he can get up by himself

y/n: he twisted his ankle

so no he couldn’t get up by himself

jimin: ok but a real man would of walked it off

y/n: idk what to tell u then

namjoon must have a pussy? idk

jimin: ur into that tho

u freak

y/n: what?????

jimin: i’m like real drunk rn

y/n: jimin what the hell its 11:30 in the morning???

jimin: ok?? the henny was calling me

y/n: this is real concerning baby

jimin: baby huh?

y/n: where are you rn

jimin: filming

y/n: ur filming this fucked up? be fr

jimin: ok but did you believe me for a second

y/n: not one

jimin: aw man :(

rate my back flip

y/n: what

jimin: i just did it can you rate it pls

y/n: 4/10?

jimin: wtf

you clearly don’t know anything about the art of flipping 💀

y/n: k

jimin: my backflip was majestic

y/n: i can bet you like 20k rn that you did not flip at all

jimin: looks like i’m 20k up

y/n: don’t lie to me

jimin: i’m a good liar

y/n: definitely not!

jimin: do you want to make out

y/n: no

jimin: ur loss

y/n: i’ll cope

jimin: you won’t I’m telling you baby

y/n: i’m coping

jimin: ur not i can see it in your eyes

y/n: you can’t even see me rn

jimin: i see you in my heart

y/n: thanks

jimin: yw

i’m gonna throw up now

y/n: ew

drink some water please

jimin: let me spit game rq

y/n: ok?

jimin: eye🤤

y/n: LMAOSOS WHAT???

jimin: do i have game?

y/n: absolutely not but i love the effort!

jimin: i want you so bad

be mindful 🤭

y/n: mindful?

jimin: minecraft

mini

mother

maybe

mauwjc

movement

meow

mmmmm

motel

mountain

y/n: this is real sad

it’s not even 12 yet

alcoholism kills

jimin: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

y/n: you’ll get it i believe in you

NAMJOON -

namjoon: sent you money baby

y/n: ew why

namjoom: felt like it

y/n: gonna use it for evil

namjoon: what?

y/n: evil tasks

namjoon: ok be safe love 👍🏻❤️

y/n: love ur silly emojis sighs

namjoon: rizz

y/n: rizz?

namjoon: rizz

y/n: LMAO WHAT

namjoon: rizz

i just rizzed rn

y/n: EW THAT SOUNDS SO GROSS

tf you mean you just rizzed

namjoon: i have rizz

y/n: who taught you that what the hell

namjoon: i learnt it myself this time

i have rizz

am i saying this right

i think i am

rizz

you’ve been rizzed

anyways love you bye ❤️

rizz

y/n: HELPSJDJDJXJ

DON’T GO JOONIE

come back

namjoon: i am back

y/n: i would LOVE to see more of this so called “rizz” you have

namjoon: oh ok

❤️

rizz

y/n: LAMSKOSOSODODODJDJDN

is it necessary to say rizz every time?

namjoon: i think so

idk if i’m doing this right

i hope i am

it feels right

y/n: ur hearts in the right place and that’s all that matters tbh

namjoon: i’m glad

also i booked dinner for us later

major rizz 😆

y/n: UR SO SILLY

ohmygod i love you i do

namjoon: you like my rizz?

y/n: love it

namjoon: thanks cuz idk what i’m actually talking about

y/n: i can tell

namjoon: rizz is like game right?

i have game i’m a good flirt it means that right?

y/n: basically

namjoon: so is it tue?

do i have major unspoken rizz?

y/n: ew never say that again

it was cute until it wasn’t

namjoon: aw wtf :/

was i doing good?

y/n: great actually

major unspoken rizz was ur downfall

namjoon: mannnnn

i’ll never say that again

as long as i live

y/n: i’m glad

namjoon: was it a major ick? a red flag perhaps???

y/n: stop talking

SEOKJIN -

jin: ur so quiet downstairs

y/n: you want me to start beatboxing or something??

jin: would you 🥺

y/n: bye

jin: can you please come lay with me im bored

y/n: in a bit

jin: boo

y/n: i’m studying

jin: for what?

y/n: what do you want

jin: you 😋

y/n: wait

jin: woof

y/n: ??

jin: sorry you since you wanna talk to me like a dog i thought i’ll act like one

y/n: you are not trying to argue with me rn…

jin: and if i am 😚?

y/n: or worst is this ur fucked up way of flirting with me…..

jin: wow you know me so well ^^

you know i love u most when ur a little bit mad at me >.<

i’m a empath

y/n: that is not what that means

jin: ok so what

y/n: it means ur stupid

jin: you want me so bad

y/n: idk who told you that

jin: the voices

y/n: woah?

jin: do i scare you?

people say i’m a freak…

they laugh

they giggle

but ur different

you see…

y/n: tf are you going on about??

laugh and giggle basically the same thing ur dumb as hell x2

ur pissing me off bye

jin: BABE COME BACK

let me seduce you

y/n: lmk when the seduction starts cuz i’m not feeling what ever tf this is

jin: ok it started the moment i said woof but i get it ur a picky lady

u have standards

i respect that

hold my hand

look at me

i love you

i NEED you

y/n: fuck off kim seokjin

jin: ok tough crowd tonight lmao

ok my egos not hurt at all

in fact it’s gotten a little larger

y/n: whatever

jin: lol

y/n: ??

jin: i think being with you has made me lose my natural charm

i swear i can flirt

y/n: who told u that

that’s crazy

jin: i CAN flirt

y/n: sure

jin: like i’m really god at it

y/n: yeah!

jin: ur being sarcastic

y/n: am i?

jin: i’ll punch you

y/n: that’s not how you flirt now silly!!!!

jin: you are becoming my downfall in life

next ur gonna take my extremely good looks away from me

y/n: you got me!

jin: bitch

y/n: i don’t think i’ll come upstairs actually

jin: was my charm not good enough?

y/n: take a guess

YOONGI -

yoongi: ur eyes shine

y/n: ok

yoongi: ur hair is shiny

y/n: thanks

yoongi: ur teeth shine

y/n: ok?

yoongi: i can’t do this omg

y/n: tf was that

yoongi: i think my rizz is better when it’s unspoken

y/n: i agree cuz ur telling me THAT was rizz???

wow u suck lol

yoongi: sorry wtf

i would like to see you do better

y/n: i’ll impregnate you rn lol 😋

yoongi: yeah you can’t flirt for shit

y/n: wtf that was one of my best lines

yoongi: that almost made me do a line of coke

y/n: h-hi i k-kinda like you okay >\\\<

yoongi: ok stop

y/n: let me cook bae

yoongi: absolutely not

y/n:

shhhhhh

come here kitten

yoongi: i’m gonna throw up

y/n: you should be like that one mark lee video rn

“ur making me blush”

if i was you and you were me and you as me said that to me as you ik i (as you) would be blushing like CRAZY

yoongi: sucks ur not me and i’m not you then

y/n: it does

how i would kill for someone to say that to me…

sighsssssss

yoongi: absolutely not

ur out of ur mind

y/n: yoongiiiiiiiii

ur no fun

pleaseeeeeeeee :3

look i did ur silly face

pls oh pls oh pleaseeeeeee

yoongi: i’m gonna block you

y/n: just one come here kitten and i’ll never ever message you again

yoongi: ur out of ur mind

y/n: for you 😍

yoongi: no

y/n: :c

yoongi: stop

y/n: :c

yoongi: i’m not doing it

y/n: ㅠㅠ

that’s me crying rn

as we speak

yoongi: bye

y/n: you will say it

yoongi: why do you have so many pictures of this man

y/n: why are you jealous??

dw you know ur my one and only bbg

wow my rizz out of this world

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merakiui · 6 months

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I am E A T I N G the accidental preganancy trope like good soup 👏 I’m so curious how that would be for more “hardass” characters who are hyper-focused/hyperfixated on their life and goals like:

-Azul, Jade to an extent, Rollo, Riddle, Vil

(Honorable mentions: Leona, Malleus, Jamil, Idia, and Deuce)

Like they could be doing SO well in their lives and are successful businessmen, mafia bosses, doctors, priests, etc etc lol (or are starting their young adult years!!!) and a baby is just SO OUT OF LEFT FIELD I LOVE IT lol

:o !!!! I think most of them on the list would take responsibility by marrying you or offering some form of assistance and support, whether monetary, emotional, physical (or all and more).

Rollo is a man of tradition, so naturally his first thought is to assume responsibility by marrying you. I think Riddle might think somewhere along the same lines because rules are so engrained into his being, and knowing how his mother is she likely views accidental pregnancies with such hateful scorn. Riddle thinks he's breaking a rule by not marrying you and he panics a little as he frets over how he'll tell his mother of this because it completely ruins her arranged marriage plans for him. But then it's almost a blessing in disguise because it gives Riddle the chance to make more choices for himself and have more autonomy over his personal life and relationships.

Malleus and Deuce are the characters who are the most thrilled with the news. They're both so in love with you, so an accidental pregnancy doesn't even feel like an accident to them because of how accepting of it they are! :D in Deuce's case, he looks so amazed as he asks to feel your belly (regardless of whether you're already showing or not) and he looks so excited. Does this mean he's going to be a dad now? It totally means that, right?! Omg he can't wait to tell his mama!!!!! And Malleus is so overjoyed. Very happy dragon hours. >w< he just radiates ebullience, but no one can truly tell because his expressions are often misread. But Lilia knows and he's very happy for you and Malleus.

Knowing Azul, he finds some way to work a child into his life. He's always making plans for the future, and while some aspects of these plans may be set in stone he can make changes when necessary. Maybe he's not entirely pleased because he's so worried and anxious, but then it hits him that he's going to be a father and ohhhh he's so soft. T^T I think Vil is much the same when it comes to his future. He's also highly determined and won't settle for less. For him a child is a surprise. He may not have planned to become a parent at this stage in his life, but he isn't complaining. Vil doesn't care what the media will say. He'll do his best to shield you from them so you can have a healthy, happy pregnancy and carry to term. He is so supportive!!!! Whatever you need or want, he'll get it for you.

Idia panics. T_T oh, he is so not ready. So unprepared. Filled to the brim with anxiety. What do you mean he's going to be a DAD????? That feels so impossible to fathom for him. He's just a gamer (and super intelligent tech genius who is renowned for his accomplishments, but that's besides the point). >_< you can't expect him to be S-tier at parenting when the only thing he's ever raised in his life are high-scores and virtual pets. ;;;; he's putty in your hands. You can do whatever you want; it's your body, so he won't force you to do something you don't want to do. If you do decide to keep the baby, he's poring over reputable sources online in an effort to understand how any of this works. He doesn't want to tell his parents because he knows how much they'll fawn and how eccentric they can be. Mama Shroud will share all sorts of stories from her time when she was pregnant; if you ever need anything, the Shrouds provide! You're set for life. And Ortho's excited to welcome another member into the family!!!

Leona has to warm up to the idea because kids have never been his priority. He takes responsibility; he's not going to be a scumbag or a deadbeat. Absolutely not. And he provides more than enough for you. If his brother's wife thought he was mistreating you, he'd never hear the end of it. But also Leona would never dream of mistreating you. Sure, the news is a bit of a shock at first and he's not too keen about raising a child with you, but that's just life. It's always going to be shocking when you least expect it. He may not be fond of it in the beginning, but when those feelings hit and he realizes he's a father and he's bonding more with you and feeling the baby kick and tumble around inside; it's genuinely so soft and sweet,,,, yeah, maybe this isn't so bad...

Jade........ he lives for surprises like this. To say he's pleased is an understatement. He is brimming with excitement and he wants to tell everyone and no one all at once. This is such a pleasant surprise! He cannot stop grinning because the two of you share such a wonderful secret now and he's going to keep it from everyone for as long as he can just so he can see them get shocked. You're probably in on it, too. >:) the two of you are so devious. I think he's the most relaxed with an accidental pregnancy, and his composed attitude definitely eases some of your initial fears. You're so relieved he's not upset, but then how could he ever be upset? You've created life together and he loves you. Oh, did you not know about that? :3c like news of your pregnancy, Jade's confession is just as sudden and shocking. (The two of you have lots of fun gaslighting Floyd when he visits and starts to take note of the subtle changes to you, which you both insist nothing has changed. It's all in good fun. Floyd's going to kick Jade's ass after the truth comes to light. How dare he not tell him he's having a baby with Shrimpy!!!!! That conceited asshole!!!)

#twisted chit chat #tw: pregnancy

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sunnystrollblog · 1 month

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Branch: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...

Creek: I just wanna fucking marry Poppy !!

Branch: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

Branch: Do you want to know your gay name?

Creek: My... my gay name?

Branch: Yeah, it's your first name-

Creek: Haha. Very funny Branch-

Branch: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Creek: Oh- oh my god.

Poppy: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Branch?

Branch: No.

Poppy: I think I speak for Branch when I say it sounds really super.

Poppy : Branch, why does your bucket list have ‘Die’ on it?

Branch: So I can die feeling at least a little bit accomplished.

Creek: Am I in trouble?

Branch: Take a guess.

Creek: No?

Branch: Take another guess.

Creek: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Poppy : But are you shuffling?

Creek: Everyday.

Branch: What language are you two speaking??

Branch: Wow, Poppy , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Poppy : We literally slept together yesterday.

Branch: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Branch: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Creek: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Poppy : Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted.

Creek: I’m “a couple of things”.

Branch: I’m “got distracted”.

Poppy : Well, Branch and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Poppy : That's right... We kissed!

Creek: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Branch: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Creek:

Branch: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Poppy : We know what you meant.

Poppy : Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Branch is? Because Branch is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Creek: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Creek: Poppy is still mad about it, but me and Branch were drunk and thought it was funny.

Branch: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Poppy : *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Branch: That one. I want that one.

Poppy : I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Creek: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Branch walks in*

Creek: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

*Branch is telling a story*

Poppy : Wow, Branch, this story has everything! Action! Adventure! Romance!

Creek: Romance?

Poppy : I have a crush on him.

Poppy , bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Branch, not looking up from their book: Really? Creek, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

#more incorrect breekoppy because I think it’s cute #here’s some breekoppy incorrect quotes for you all #trolls breekoppy #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #trolls branch #dreamwork trolls #trolls poppy #creek trolls #trolls broppy #trolls breek

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buckybabesonly · 1 year

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Come Home

Summary: Bucky interrupts your date on Valentine’s Day, asking you to take him back.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!reader, slight Oliver Queen (Green Arrow - hello DC!) x Female!reader

Genre: Slight angst, slight fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: Thought I’d write a little Valentine’s Day one shot in the spirit of 💕 feat. Oliver Queen (I had a slight obsession with him and the actor who played him in Smallville, Justin Hartley back in the day - enjoy this little gif below)

You raised the cocktail glass in your hand, the smile on your face not quite reaching your eyes as you knocked your glass against Oliver’s with a clink. You had no idea what you had ordered, but it was a mysterious shade of pink and gave you the buzz you needed to convince yourself this was a good idea.

This was only your fifth date with the man, but you had agreed to spend the universal day of love with him when he had asked. Just a dinner and drinks - nothing could go wrong, and maybe you’d finally start to replace the bitter taste in your mouth left by your previous relationship.

“Cheers,” he hummed, his eyes surveying you. Oliver Queen was handsome, intelligent, insanely rich, and you’d been set up by Tony a few months ago. However, you were starting to suspect that he wasn’t just a billionaire playboy as he portrayed himself, much like Tony, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. You’d had enough of dating superheroes for the time being.

Your reply was stopped in its tracks when a waiter settled another drink down next to you, your eyebrows quirking in confusion.

“Oh, sorry - I didn’t order this,” you said quickly.

“This is from the gentleman at the bar,” the waiter replied, gesturing over to the other side of the restaurant.

Your eyes wandered in the direction he was pointing. The first thing you noticed were the leather-gloved fingers waving at you, then his cocky smirk.

“Shit.”

“That’s a bold move,” Oliver commented, amusement lacing through his voice. “Wait a minute - is that Bucky Barnes?”

Bucky raised his glass of whisky to his lips, downing the amber liquid all at once. You faintly registered how good he looked, his dark hair slightly tousled and his sharp jawline covered in a light stubble.

“Yes,” you said through gritted teeth, turning back to Oliver and trying to keep your scowl at bay.

“You know him?”

“Yeah, I know him.” That asshole.

“Maybe you can introduce us. He’s coming over,” Oliver said coolly, leaning back in his seat, unfazed as he watched the approaching super soldier.

You could see him in your peripheral. His swagger, his leather jacket and dark jeans, totally out of place in this hotel restaurant with its crystal chandeliers and piano music.

You panicked internally, wondering what the hell you were going to say and, more importantly, what the hell he was doing here.

“Hey.” Bucky’s voice rumbled over your head. You pasted on your phoniest smile and looked at him, head tilting back. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Yes. What a coincidence,” you said dryly.

Oliver stood up, extending a hand which Bucky grabbed. Hard. The wince in Oliver’s face was well disguised as they shook hands.

“Oliver Queen.”

“Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky plucked the stick of cherries out from your drink as you gaped at him in shock. He slid it between his teeth, rolling the fruit around on his tongue before chewing obnoxiously. You took a deep breath, watching Oliver’s completely neutral expression.

“Just thought I’d come over and say hi.” Bucky rested a hand on your bare shoulder, his touch ever gentle, squeezing softly. His thumb stroked your skin, making you shiver. Every movement was purposeful, deliberate.

“Well, hi,” you said pointedly, your lips pressing together firmly. “We’re kind of on a date here, so…”

“Right, right,” Bucky said, though he made no motion to leave. “So, Oliver.” The way he spoke his name was almost mocking, the syllables rolling slowly off his tongue. “What are you doing with my girl?”

At that, you pushed your chair back with a screech, ignoring the looks that came your way as you gave Oliver an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry. Give me five minutes.” You clasped Bucky’s wrist and marched away - he could have easily resisted, but he followed anyway like a scolded puppy, letting you lead the way outside of the restaurant.

Once you’d entered the hotel lobby and away from the hubbub and diners, you whirled to face him, your eyes wide in disbelief.

“What the hell are you playing at?”

Bucky’s cocky smile had disappeared, a look of disapproval combined with longing on his face.

“You can’t be serious, going on a date with him?”

“Quite frankly, whoever I date is none of your business.” You tried to keep your voice down to avoid attracting more attention, though it was hard when Bucky was testing the boundaries of your patience.

“It is my business.”

“I’m not your girl,” you said, his words echoing in your ear. Once upon a time, you would have melted at hearing Bucky make a proclamation like that, but things had changed.

Bucky shook his head, swallowing hard. “Please don’t do this.”

“Do what, Bucky?” The exasperation was clear in your voice. “We’ve been broken up for six months.”

“I miss you,” he whispered, the vulnerability suddenly clear on his face. It stopped you in your tirade. He'd always had the ability to make your anger dissipate with just a single look.

You faltered, his blue eyes gazing at you pleadingly.

“Bucky. You know why we broke up. It’s unfair of you to just turn up whilst I’m on a date and expect me to - what? Get back together with you?”

The way he looked at you now told you that was exactly what he wanted.

To some extent, that was what you wanted, too. God, you missed him. You loved him, even if you weren’t together - that would never change. But you had to be mature and remember the real issues that caused you to break up in the first place.

“This won’t work, Bucky,” you said softly. “The reason we separated is because the things we want in life just aren’t compatible. I got tired of always waiting for you to come back from missions, of you going away for months at a time, of seeing you get hurt and in danger.”

Bucky looked at you with guilt in his eyes. He could remember clearly all the arguments you’d had about how you felt he was always putting his work first. He had never wanted you to feel like a second priority, but that’s how he made you feel.

“I felt like we weren’t going anywhere. We’d been together for three years, but I couldn’t see any growth,” you said somberly. “I want marriage and a family. If that’s not what you want, then fair enough, but you can’t stop me from trying to find someone who does.”

Bucky's eyes narrowed, taking a step towards you. “You’ve got it all wrong,” he insisted, his voice rough. “I’ve told you. I want that, too.”

“Do you?” you challenged. “I don’t see that you do. You always put the team first.”

The vulnerability was clear on Bucky’s face as he exhaled shakily, his eyes darting in uncertainty now. You recognized another emotion: fear.

“I miss you,” he said finally, looking like he wanted to cry. “After you left, I thought that it was just one of those things, and we would be able to fix things. But then more and more time passed, and now it’s been half a year. I'm scared."

Your breath hitched as you saw actual tears start to well in Bucky’s eyes. You rarely saw him cry.

“I just want you to come home,” he said hoarsely. “Please?”

You felt yourself waver. You had always considered Bucky to be the love of your life - when you had broken up, you’d told yourself that he would simply just have to be the one that got away. You told yourself that sometimes, love didn’t trump all. You wanted different things in life.

Even if it felt like cutting out a piece of your heart, you had told yourself that breaking up was for the best.

“Don’t ask me that,” you whimpered, feeling your heart clench with guilt.

“I want you back. Please give me another chance,” he said earnestly.

“Our problems haven’t gone away,” you reminded him. Bucky took a step closer, his hand raising to cup the back of your head softly. You didn’t pull back, giving him a bout of hope.

“I will do anything for you. If I have to leave the team, I’ll do it. I’ll give you the life you want.”

You felt selfish, greedy after hearing his words.

“No,” you said, even as his head tilted closer so that his nose brushed against yours. “I don’t want you to give up something that means a lot to you just for me. You shouldn’t have to do that.”

“I thought it meant a lot to me,” Bucky clarified. “I thought it gave me purpose. But when you left, I realized that my purpose was you. To make you happy.”

“Bucky…”

“I don’t care if I have to give up doing all that super soldier shit,” he said. “I don’t care. I want you. Nothing else matters if you’re not with me.”

Your eyes traced his face, every fine line, every crease in his forehead, inhaled his scent. You felt the tether between you tighten, and you let it pull you in.

You placed both palms against his chest, leaning in to kiss him. He gasped into your mouth like a drowning man looking for air, his tongue rolling between your lips as his fingers tightened in your hair.

It had been so long, yet neither of you had forgotten the sensation. It was as natural as breathing.

“I’ve missed you too,” you confessed as Bucky held you, both of you slightly breathless when you pulled away.

“Does this mean -”

“We can try,” you interrupted. “But we have a lot to talk about.”

Bucky nodded, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours.

“Fuck,” you cursed, remembering the man waiting for you inside the restaurant. “Oliver.”

“He’ll get over it,” Bucky said, a scowl settling on his lips. “You’re not going back in there.”

“Don’t be rude, Buck.”

“Stay here,” he ordered, placing both hands on your shoulders for emphasis before he swiveled round and walked back into the restaurant.

He approached Oliver where he was still sitting with an expectant look on his face.

“Your date’s coming home with me. Sorry.”

Oliver raised an eyebrow, heaving a defeated sigh and reaching over for your unfinished drinks.

“Fine. Tell her I had a good time.”

Bucky grunted, making a beeline for the cloakroom where you were already collecting your jacket and purse. He wrapped the jacket around you, finally appraising the slinky red dress you had on, swinging your purse onto his shoulder.

"C'mon, darling," he said, his fingers threading through yours, where they'd always belonged, "let's go home."

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #bucky angst #bucky fanfic

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captain-pheonix · 3 months

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Blu scout and red sniper getting into a fight on the battlefield, but its just insanely homosexual?

A/N: Yes!!! Thank you sending this in 🤣 also sorry it took so long life has been busy plus I got a million bouts of writers block trying to finish this 😞

Caught ya.

Sniperscout/speeding bullet Oneshot (Scout x Sniper)

Warnings: Maybe a teeny eeny bit suggestive? Blood, knives, death before respawn, yelling if that’s triggering, Scout and Sniper beating each other up

Sniper could hear bullets firing and loud screams from every direction. He had just respawned from the other Soldier killing him for the fourth time. He seemed to have been getting targeted recently.

“Bugger.” He grumbled under his breath. He stepped out of spawn and he heard calls for help coming from the right of him. Sniper ran and started fumbling down the staircase to intel as fast as he could. He lifted his rifle to his face and looked out the scope rounding the corner, but his field of view was instantly splattered with red. He could hear blood-curdling screams of pain and familiar laughter. Sniper froze up. The Scout had been cackling like a hyena, dominating him at least once in every battle for the past week. What did he find so funny? Whatever the reason for this sudden interest, Sniper wanted to know before he personally assassinated him when the battle was over.

The Australian threw his gun to the ground, but he couldn’t manage to get his Kukri before the Scout knocked him hard against the back wall, aiming straight at his head.

“Ha. Maybe I should be your new Sniper. Your aim is TERRIBLE!” The Scout chuckled, then everything faded to black.

The familiar clicking noise, and Sniper was thrown back into spawn once again. He had to come up with a strategy, or nothing would get done this battle.

He began thinking before leaving spawn. The administrator sounded over the speakers: “Your intelligence has been dropped.” Sniper knew one thing: the Scout was going to come back to get the case when he respawned. If he could ambush him before he got there, he might have a chance.

Sniper headed to the intel room and waited around the corner.

Some time had passed and he was starting to wonder if he should just give up sitting there. Then, he heard the fast pattering of footsteps echo through the rock and concrete walls.

Sniper pounced at the Scout’s legs as soon as he rounded the corner, intel falling off his back and knocking them both to the cold floor.

“CAUGHT YA, YA LIL’ PRUDE!” Sniper shouted aggressively. He looked at the scout squirm for a moment caught under his grip like a wild animal. Then he just stopped.

“Fine, hot stuff, you win.” The Bostonian looked at Sniper and made eye contact. His face had a cheeky and sly expression on it, despite him being extremely red in the face. Was that just Exertion? What was going on? It seemed like he wanted to be caught.

“What’d’ya want from me!?” Sniper asked him. “Because I’m gonna—“ Scout cut him off with a sharp blow to the face. Sniper was knocked into the ground in pain, and Scout was kneeling over him, giving him several more weaker punches. His blue shirt getting slowly more painted in Sniper’s blood.

Sniper snatched his Kukri and slashed it across the BLU Scout’s face. He let out a high pitched yell, and Sniper took the chance to push him into the wall, pinning the smaller man down again.

Scout opened his eyes to find Sniper’s sweltering angry face, which he only smiled back at.

“Oh, you’re smilin’ now? Think that’s funny?” Sniper muttered.

“Nope. I think it’s super terrifying…in a hot way.”

“WHAT!? WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

Scout managed to shimmy his hand out of Sniper’s, and he brushed it under his chin before kangaroo punching the Australian down to the ground with his leg. Now it was Scout’s turn to pin him down. His Kukri was just out of reach, but it didn’t stop Sniper from trying to grab it.

“Quit wigglin’, already.” Scout smiled down at him.

“Agh. You bloody—“ Sniper was cut off by Scout leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Been trying ‘ta get your attention all week. Don’t lie, I’ve seen how you look when you’re about to shoot me. You get all red and you have a hard time aiming for me? Sound familiar?”

Sniper broke eye contact, embarrassed.

“An’ when my other teammates a’ there, you always go for them first. I’ve noticed a little pattern with you, Snipes.”

Sniper was dead silent. Now it was his turn to become beat red. “…fine. Maybe I don’t wanna shoot someone who isn’t as much of a maniac as everyone else in this dump.”

“When we met at the bar, I might’ve got a tiny hallway crush too…” Scout looked at him, confident but red enough to explode.

Sniper pulled him into a kiss. Something Sniper could’ve only dreamed of. He reached up to hold his waist. Scout’s hand drifted up to rest on Sniper’s face.

A gunshot shot out one of the security cameras from their right, breaking the kiss.

One of the team’s spies re-cloaked and ran out of the room.

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Haha hopefully that was gay enough. I do in fact love writing gay little men. Thanks for sending this in! 😂 and thanks for reading, dear viewer!

#team fortress two #tf2 #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #sniper tf2 #scout x sniper #sniperscout #speeding bullet #tf2 fanfiction

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cult-of-the-eye · 7 months

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Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider

FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST

Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death

New spooky music???

My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks

Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER

Omg the greying hair is canon??

Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you

Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy

Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma

You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.

Getting such neurodivergent vibes

Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes

My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys

He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start

"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary

Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it

I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old

The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense

Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol

It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered

My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that

I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard

The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol

He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you

On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name

I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it

AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH

HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.

yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner

GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND

ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC

THE ADMIRAL

Awwww he's so cute with georgie

GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST

THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE

Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??

God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her

It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster

WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jarchivist #a guest for mr spider #the web #tma season 3 #georgie barker #tma georgie #jurgen leitner #what the ghost #the admiral

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suzukiblu · 7 months

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Guessing game: Farm

Context: a familial soulmates AU is happening to newly-decanted baby clone "Superman" and Ma and Pa "it's free alien baby" Kent.

The waitress comes back with the drinks and asks if they're ready to order, and then they have to actually read the menu. She leaves them to it. The Zesti does taste really good, but Superman has a hard time concentrating on the menu and barely resists the urge to glance up at Jonathan and Martha every five seconds.

"Oh, wait–can you read yet, kiddo, or do you need some help with that?" Jonathan asks with a faint frown as he glances up at him himself, and somehow the question doesn't sound judgmental at all.

Weird, Superman thinks again.

"Yeah," he says. "Um–Cadmus was educating me with information uploads. I didn't finish them, but I can read and write and do, like . . . well, some math, anyway. I got through trig and precalc, mostly. Uh, and some chemistry and biology. And, like, I can speak English and Spanish and a little Mandarin, and I know basic ASL. I don't think I'm actually as smart as they thought I was gonna be, though, some of it's kinda . . . confusing, to be honest? And they only ever showed me stuff once, I think they just thought I'd . . . you know, get it."

"You're two weeks old!" Martha says with an exasperated huff. "Those damn morons, you're gonna need a lot more than two weeks' worth of yellow sun before you're going to get the eidetic memory or the enhanced intelligence."

"The–what?" Superman blinks. Jonathan and Martha glance at each other, oddly, and then back to him.

"Superman had perfect recall," Jonathan says. "Hyperthymesia. A photographic memory, you might call it."

"Oh," Superman says, blinking again. "Uh–I didn't know that."

"I don't know how much most people ever thought about it, so far as his powers went," Jonathan says with a shrug. "Not quite as flashy as the heat vision or the flying. Actually it's a surprise you can fly this quick, come to think."

"I'm sort of . . . cheating," Superman mutters, ducking his head. "My Kryptonian physiology isn't developed enough to give me the real powers yet and they didn't know how long it might take for them to come in, so they sort of . . . there's like this . . . field, kind of, that the original Superman put off? Subconscious telekinesis, I guess. Skin-tight force field, basically. It's why bullets weren't ripping up his suit all the time and why he could, like, pick up a whole freaking bus or whatever one-handed and it wouldn't just break in half from the fucked-up–uh, the messed-up support. The field would just wrap around whatever he was touching and reflexively keep it together. So Cadmus just kinda . . . copied that and cranked it up to eleven, for me. So I'm telekinetic, kind of?"

"Huh," Martha says, looking a little puzzled. "You know, that never even occurred to me, but it certainly explains a few things."

"It only works when I'm touching something," Superman says, fidgeting uncomfortably and feeling kind of like . . . well, he guesses his powers not being the same as the original Superman's were yet isn't gonna disappoint the Kents, right? Like, why would they care? "It's tactile-based. But I can always use it on myself. So I can fly and pick up real heavy shit and hit like I've got super-strength and make it look like I'm invulnerable. No heat vision or ice breath or X-ray vision or, uh, eidetic memory, though. Or super-speed or super-senses."

And definitely, definitely no enhanced intelligence.

"So you mean you're going to be stronger than Superman was?" Martha asks with a little frown, and Superman . . . blinks.

"Uh . . . I don't think so?" he says uncertainly, not sure where she got that idea. "I don't know how the hybridization of my DNA will affect, like . . . any of the Kryptonian powers. They might turn out weaker than his were, since my genes are sort of already adapted for a yellow sun."

"I don't know, being primed to process yellow sunlight might make your powers end up stronger, on that logic," Jonathan points out reasonably. "Once you grow into them a bit, anyway. And either way you'll have the telekinesis enhancing your strength and invulnerability, and that might get stronger too. And, well, at least some hybrids have a tendency to turn out bigger and stronger than their parent species."

Superman tilts his head. Blinks a couple times.

"Huh," he says.

Well, there's a really freaking cool and absolutely fucking terrifying thought.

"How do you know all that?" he asks. "Are you a biologist or something?"

"I'm a farmer, son," Jonathan says wryly. "I'm talking about mules and wolfdogs."

"You're a farmer?" Superman repeats in absolute bemusement.

"We both are, dear," Martha says. "All our lives. We live out in Smallville, actually, we're just here visiting . . . well. Clark's fiancée. Her name is Lois."

"Where's Smallville?" Superman asks, still bemused.

"Kansas," Martha says. "We have a little farm out there. And . . . well, we'd very much like to take you in, obviously, though I don't know where you're staying right now."

"Just, like–wherever, right now," Superman says awkwardly, trying not to sound as pathetic as he's pretty sure he does even as he wonders how that's supposed to be "obvious". He's not, like, a little kid or anything. It's not like he can't take care of himself. "Like, it's not really . . . just wherever."

Jonathan and Martha glance at each other. Superman feels embarrassed. It's not like it matters where he's staying, and like, he'll find a place, eventually, just . . . he hasn't quite figured out how to do that yet. That's all.

Cadmus, unfortunately, did not prepare him to ever live . . . well. Outside of Cadmus.

"Would you like to visit, at least? Take a look around?" Jonathan offers. "It's not too far a flight from Metropolis."

"Um . . . maybe," Superman says, really not sure what he'd ever do on a farm of all places. Like, in what way is a farm a "Superman" kind of place to be?

Though he guesses it'd be politer than making Jonathan and Martha come to Metropolis. And if they actually . . . if they really want to see him . . .

He could swing by sometimes, that's all. He guesses he'd have to be careful about doing it because probably the Kents aren't gonna want anybody to know they're his soulmates, given the whole "being civilians" thing. Maybe he can just . . . just pretend to be . . . he doesn't know, exactly? Just–maybe some random distant relative or something. Maybe they have some cousins or whatever. Or just . . . something.

Superman actually has no idea how many people hang out with their extended family members like that, to be honest, but it's the best idea he's coming up with right now.

#kon el #superboy #ma and pa kent #superfamily #rinfic #kamkong #long post #wip: jon and martha professional soulparents

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fluffyfantasticducky · 1 year

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Admit it

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki likes you, more than he's liked anyone before, you make him laugh, you intrigue him and he's very comfortable around you, but proud as he is, he won't admit it. So when it turns out you already knew, will he be up to it and confirm it?

☆ Word Count: 4,902

☆ Notes: Loki is in denial about his feelings, as he does.

☆ Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Angry drinking, drunken confessions.

Loki was a lot of things, a liar, a trickster, a warrior, a sorcerer, a jester, a prince, a god, a hero, once even a villain. His current title, an Avenger... Ironic, really. How just a few years he had tried to kill every single one of them, and now he was part of the team. Although, he could argue that he’s the reason they finally got together in the first place, so it was only fair that now redeemed, he’d be allowed to join the famous team that once (thankfully) stopped his attempt at invading Earth.

Because this way he got to meet you.

You, oh Norns, you. Where could he start? You had been born different, to put it simply, as in you were part of the human population with special traits. Back then, Loki’s most remarkable human was a man with strength and anger issues formidable enough to scar him emotionally. Nowadays, there were sorcerers that could compete with Asgard’s finest, artificially made sentient and intelligent beings, and people with remarkable abilities that came from birth. Like yourself.

You were what Midgard had been addressing as a mutant, which essentially meant that you were born with special abilities. Some had super speed, some had laser eyes, other had super strength or like in your case, could make your way into people’s mind to take peeks into their thoughts. Funny you did not end up in that super school for mutants.

No, you had made your way into the rank of trainees for Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. And... somewhere else, but that was subject for another time. You were in a weird in between point right in the middle, you weren’t just a mortal in a suit, but your abilities didn’t stand out as much as for instance the reality warping witch. Not that you minded, quite the contrary, actually.

You were quite a peculiar individual, on one hand you were a very shy and closed off person with most people, you mostly spent your times in the Avengers Facilities you hardly went outside and when you did it was very task focused, meaning if you went shopping you went to get the things you needed and came back, if you were going to meet someone that’s all you did, it was rare you went to stroll around the city or went to big events just because. When brought up, you argued it was simply because crowds meant lots of thoughts and it gave you headaches.

On the other hand, inside the Compound you were bright and bubbly, always friendly and looking seeing you alone was rare, either spar training with Barton, Romanoff or Rogers, assisting Stark and Banner, cooking with Wanda and her tin-man fiancé maybe playing videogames with the young Spider boy and the other Maximoff twin, hearing Thor’s stories, even volunteering to babysit Barton’s youngest child and Stark’s daughter. And... even Loki got his quality time, mostly reading in the library or during training when your schedules aligned. But... for some reason, you seemed to look for his company a lot.

It startled him at first, you approached him once, with a friendly aura he had never seen before, you smiled happily at him asking him to go with you downtown for a coffee. He was going to decline but when he opened his mouth, what came out was...

“Of course. Let me grab a coat...”

You seemed just as surprised as he felt, but your expression quickly shifted into a happy and comforting smile.

“Alright, should I wait for you here?”

He felt his lip curling up into a smirk. Without breaking eye contact, he flicked his wrist and under the sizzling green light he was so familiar with, his black long coat and glasses were conjured on him, as his appearance swapped, his hair turned shorter and brown as beard grew on his face. Your eyes widened big like plates as a soft blush appeared on your cheeks.

“Ready when you are, dove” he smiled, offering you his arm for you to grab.

Your flushed face, staring at him, scanning him.

“A gentleman and a magician, color me impressed” you smiled.

“Oh, no you little mortal, I’m much more than your cheap street wizards” he replied.

“I can see that” you admitted, “but I think I like your hair black.”

He didn’t admit it, but that had been a lot of fun. The conversation had been lighthearted and while at first you had struggled to find common ground, given you both came from very different backgrounds. But once it turned out you had a shared interest in theater and books, you had a nice place to start a conversation.

Then it went on for a while, talking about life and missions, and whatever came to mind. Loki couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much, but you seemed to know exactly which buttons to press and how. By the time you had arrived at the coffee shop he had a slight stomachache.

The coffee on its own was so insignificant that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what he ordered that time, but he could recall that conversation no matter how much time it passed.

He had been completely immersed in the conversation, that he hadn’t noticed when the sun set. And the walk under moonlight was even more pleasant, the temperature went down, making you shiver and hide under his arm and coat for extra warmth. It was... scaringly pleasant.

“Doesn’t it bother you that we look like a couple?”

“Given my reputation on earth, rumors of a partner is the least of my concerns,” he shrugged, “just enjoy the warmth.”

“How are you so cozy if you’re a frost giant anyway?” you teased him.

“I’m a magician, remember?” he grinned, “I have many tricks up my sleeve.”

“Yeah,” you said, deviously, “me.”

He never expected the fingernails scratching his upper arm.

“Hehey!”

“Ticklish much?”

“Don’t be foolish” he spat out defensively.

“Loki... I felt the panic ringing like an earthquake alarm” you giggled tapping your temple.

“You’re delusional”

“And you’re ticklish, deadly based on how badly you’re trying to deny it.”

“Very funny.”

“Thanks.”

That was a first, usually, when Loki got a jab to his pride, the other person got a jab to the stomach with his daggers. Loki wasn’t one to take teasing lightly, but it felt inoffensive, like sure, it was meant to get on his nerves, but he couldn’t help but smile at you.

That’s the first time he had a nice time being teased and not just teasing, the warmth on his cheeks felt somewhat comforting. No one had ever felt so easy-going, not fearing his god or royal status or using him as a steppingstone to get to Thor or his parents, not even trying to make him angry, just plain fun.

The rest of the night was just as lovely, it was like none of you wanted it to end, so you prepared tea and chatted in the living room until late hours, when Wilson came to scold you both for not letting him sleep enough and risking his energy for his morning jog and not going to hear the end of it and blah blah blah.

From then on it was getting to know each other.

Thor got to tease him because now it was Loki filling your day with Asgardian stories. But you’d defend him saying you enjoyed listening to both talk about Asgard. Somehow, you always made the brothers get along. Thor talked about his parties and friends, while Loki narrated the most exquisite pieces of Asgardian literature, recited poetry, and made you laugh until you cried with every prank he ever played on Asgard. Both could talk for hours about their battle anecdotes, night could fall, and they would still be arguing about how events went down while you listened somehow not getting tired of the brothers’ antics.

Training was another place you got to know each other better.

“You sure you want to fight me, little mortal?” he teased you, “Is not quite a wise decision.”

“I’ll take that risk” you replied with a wink that made Loki feel more things that he’d ever admit.

You circled around the training mat for a few minutes, and that’s when Loki got his first to see your powers in action. You weren’t particularly strong or fast. But your mind reading gave you a heads up of every attack, so Loki had a hard time landing a blow. You, on the other hand, got to hit him a couple of times, not that it caused him any harm... well, other than his ego.

Later on, Loki learned why he had trouble fighting you, Roger and Romanoff had designed your fighting style to be evasive and adaptable, focusing on compensating your lack of physical strength with good reflexes and responses. Although rather than making him angry, it made him admire you, and want to learn to fight you.

That made you soon be sent in teams for missions together. Loki’s illusion and deception mastery to infiltrate you both, and your powers to extract intel without even needing to engage in direct conversation.

“Alright darling, I’m on my way to the servers, did you get the code?” Loki asked through the communicator.

“Not yet, I have yet to find O’Donnell, he was supposed to be in tech develop but the room empty, they said he went for a coffee break” you whispered back.

“Yeah, what kind of idiot just stops everyone if they’re not caffeinated enough?”

“Ah, that’s low, that’s hurtful.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait!” you whispered, indicating Loki you had found him, “Professor O’Donnell!”

Loki slowed his pace to pay extra attention to what he heard over the com, you should be alright given Loki’s illusions were unbeatable, he made you look exactly like the general in command on the central. Your word was meant to be unquestioned, Loki himself chose to appear as another lab attendant, mainly to not stand out. But he still held his breath as you interacted with anyone, as low as it was, risk to getting caught was not zero.

“Yes, General?” the investigator asked.

“Are the reports ready?”

“Ah, yes, they are almost done General!” the other voice said. “They should be done later on tomorrow!”

That was a problem, you needed a trigger a certain train of thought, and he was derailing from the subject. And Loki was already by the hall, just a few meters away from his destination.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” you said.

With the illusion over you, your voice sounded deep and intimidating. Loki stopped by a corner to hear, his breath stopping as he felt eyes on, looking at him weirdly for standing by the door.

“Maybe I can stop by later by your office to see some advanced and get some work ahead with what’s already done. Would that work for you?”

Bingo.

“Ah, o-of course General!”

“Alright, I’ll try meeting you after your break.”

Loki soon heard footsteps, detecting your pace extra rushed and a close door.

“1-9-9-3” Loki heard.

Loki walked to the door, and typed in the code, which opened with a beep!

“Took you long enough” Loki teased you.

“Sorry, he focused on the work, I had to bring him to the office, so he’d think of the code”.

“Right, but I got dirty looks for standing by my own door like an idiot.”

“Not all of us are masters of manipulation” you whined. “Just get the data and meet me outside.”

You seemed to be an unbeatable team.

Loki felt comfortable around you. With time, comfort turned into friendship, which eventually turned friendship into fascination. He just loved learning about you, training and improving together, sharing secrets, developing inside jokes and codes that only you two understood, and he loved hearing you laugh.

And soon, Loki couldn’t stand being away from you.

“Darling, I’m thinking getting a drink by that coffee shop we like, would you like to come?” he asked, leaning on your door frame.

“A-Ah... sorry Loki-Doki, I can’t right now... This report is taking me longer than I thought” you declined as you stretched on your chair. “How’s yours going?”

“I haven’t finished either, turns out you can’t stretch much of infiltrating an auction without dozing off” he shrugged, and smiled at your shock, “I was hoping some coffee would wake me up.”

“I don’t know, Loki... I really don’t want to come back to work on this.”

“Come on, love” he insisted, “It’ll be my treat.”

You thought about it, and Loki felt a delightful warmth running through his chest when he saw the smile reluctantly make its way on your face, your resolve breaking under the tempting offer.

“And maybe a big cookie...?” you asked innocently.

He flicked his wrist making his body be engulfed by his magic, to transform him into his now recurrent disguise, it was subtle, but it was impressive what changing his hair to short blonder hair and a beard did to conceal his presence.

“Is there any other way to have coffee?”

The whole walk you protested, calling Loki a bad influence and fearing you wouldn’t be able to finish in time unless you pulled an all-nighter, and how you couldn’t comprehend how Loki could be so chill about not handing it over in time. Loki just laughed at you whiny rant only making your cheeks reddened as you continue scolding him for laughing at you about something so serious.

You had already arrived at the coffee shop and ordered while Loki went to save a seat for you to keep chatting and drinking while you chatted.

“Thanks for treating me this time, darling” Loki said as you handed him his cup, “but next time I’ll be the one to pay.”

“It’s okay, I just needed something heavier to work tonight” you groaned as you took a big sip of your coffee.

“It’s just a report, love” Loki reminded you, “they won’t kick us out if one of their 18 reports they’ll get anyway.”

“No, they won’t kick you out!” you snapped, “you are worth keeping. I’m just a low-tier mutant.”

“Ah, right, because there’s so many of them around, willing to work for good and keep up with S.H.I.E.L.D.’s demanding regime and lifestyle.”

“There’s more of us than actual than a god magician prince, it’s just the trifecta of «we must keep him! » and that’s without mentioning you’re the little brother of one of the 6 Og Avengers! They’d be insane not to keep you regardless of what you do!”

“Like going rouge and trying to conquer Earth... again?” Loki said flatly, “Half of the time, I can’t tell if they actually want me to be here, or if I’m just being contained to be able to prevent, I plot against Midgard. I’m not an Avenger, I’m just a high-class prisoner.”

“Shut your mouth, because that’s not true, Loki” you shushed him, placing a finger on his mouth, “I know that’s not true.”

Loki gave you a weird look, you were very touchy with everyone in the Compound, but, in the Compound, you weren’t one to be so physical in public.

“I’ve asked everyone in the Compound what they think of you, and... they say they like you, but...”

A waitress interrupted you to bring the freshly out of the oven jumbo chocolate chip cookies, which you thanked her rather loudly and kept on staring at the spot where she had stood, after she had gone back to work behind the counter.

“But...?” Loki inquired, getting your attention back.

“But what?” you asked innocently.

It was then that Loki noticed the pink tint on your cheeks.

“Do you feel alright, sweetheart?”

“Yes, of course... what was I talking about?” you said, grabbing your cup with sloppy hands

“... They said they liked me...” Loki reminded you, wary of your moves.

“Ah, right, right, right!” you said. “But I wasn’t satisfied, so I peeked in their minds, and they thought they could trust you when you first joined, but they think trusting you was the best decision they ever made, because you’re quite a softie.”

“A softie?!” Loki gasped indignantly.

“Yes, cute right? They think you turned into a softie, but I think you’ve always been, but we broke down your defenses, and you actually like us too...” you said before bursting into giggles.

Loki just denied such claims, watching you giggle and laugh as his anger quickly subdued to curiosity and concern with your current state.

“You are though! Like when you helped Peter with his literature by translating old Asgardian novels for him. Or how you gifted Clint and Kate an old set of bow and arrow made by the dwarves...”

Loki rolled his eyes as you kept listing things Loki had done for everyone, while he looked at you drag words, your silly mood, your pink cheeks, and clumsy motions... He knew these symptoms.

“Hey! That’s mine!” you yelled as he grabbed your cup and took off the lid to sniff the drink. “Don’t drink it!”

The smell was faint compared to what he knew in Asgard, but this was undeniably alcohol.

“Sweetheart, what are you drinking?”

“It’s Irish coffee, it’s very bitter...” you pouted.

“This is alcohol,” Loki asked severely, “why on Earth would you drink something like this?!”

You shrunk in your seat like a kid at his scolding, making Loki’s heart ache. He didn’t like seeing you upset, but this wasn’t normal behavior, much less from you.

Loki had only seen you this drunk once before. You had been like this, angry and pressured to push a limit. You had been in an awful mood the whole day, and by the night, you sneaked to the drinks cabinet and drank down half of a wine bottle by the time Loki found you. And just like now, you had gone from angry and stressed to giggly secret-spilling, with the mindset of basically a toddler, that’s how he had learned his brother like doing karaoke nights to cheesy pop songs on dorky Midgardian pajamas and frog feet-shaped slippers and that Stark had Captain America trousers.

But he knew that angry drinking wasn’t a healthy habit, especially on you, who angry drank without pacing or measuring yourself, so you got very drunk, very quick.

“But yeah, we all adore having you around Loki” you babbled “and I agree with Thor, you’re his favorite, you know?”

Now that he didn’t expect, you weren’t much to talk about your feelings. But hearing that made him melt. You were trying to assure him that even his brother loved him, but the implication that you liked him as well made him stupidly happy.

He just smiled and grabbed your hand.

“Come on, love” he said gently, “Let’s get you home.”

Soon he realized you were drunk beyond what he had seen you, you could barely stand up, so with a sigh, Loki kneeled to let you climb on his back giving you a piggyback ride. You shyly accepted given you were not gonna be able to walk on your own.

And it turned out rather nice having you against him with your arms around his neck, you were warm and comfortably resting your head on his shoulder as you giggled while spilling dorky secrets to the young prince. All harmless innocent stuff, but amusing, nonetheless. And it usually came from places of care and concern.

“...And Peter has an Iron-Man plushy that he talks to when he’s nervous...” you mumbled, “I wish I could tell him he can go to the real Tony, but I can tell him I know...”

“You know a lot of secrets, don’t you?” Loki teased you.

“Sorry...” you said hiding your face against his shoulder.

“Dear heart, what could you possibly be apologizing for?” Loki asked gently.

“I don’t know these secrets because I want to...” you mumbled, “I can’t help but catch the thoughts like passing conversations on the street.”

“We are aware, and it was hard to get used to,” he admitted “but we are aware you don’t intend to hear people’s thoughts.”

“I know... but people still get angry about it,” you muttered “I don’t intend to, but no one likes feeling their privacy was invaded. I hate being the way I am...”

“Don’t say that dove, I doubt anyone in the building blames you” he assured you. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, love.”

“Thanks Loki” you said, as you nuzzled against his neck.

Immediately he jolted as he felt your breath against his skin.

“Ah, sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”

“Yeah, you are” you pouted, “you can lie but your brain doesn’t. You’re very-very super very ticklish... Look you’re getting embarrassed because I’m right!”

It would be useless to lie given you could see right through him.

“You’re super ticklish... here.”

And right then he felt your hands sneaking under his arms, as your fingertips wiggled against his armpits, which immediately made him break into laughter.

“Ehehehe-hey!” he cackled, “Stohohohop it!”

“See? So ticklish, and so cute” you smiled as you changed to scratch with your fingernails, making Loki double over with laughter. “And I’d dare to say you like it.”

“Shuhuhut ihihit, you mihinx!” he whined. “Thahahat’s so bad!”

“Ow, but it’s fun...” you whined, breathing against his neck, which only tickled more.

And then something unexpected happened, between the tickles that were overwhelming and having all his focus spent on not dropping you, his magic failed, making his spell wear off, revealing his usual self.

“Uh-oh...” you mumbled shyly.

The previous scene had earned a few looks from bystanders, but their endearment and amusement turned into horror when they saw Loki’s real appearance. You hid against him when Loki, barely with time to recover from the giggle fit you had induced on him, summoned a teleportation spell and both of you disappeared under a green cloud.

You reappeared on the halls of the Compound, right by your door, so with a relieved sigh he opened it and delicately placed you in your bed. Before sitting beside you.

“Sorry I ruined the fun” you muttered.

“Fun?” he gasped indignantly, “You called tickling me to pieces fun?”

You nodded.

“I do not like being tickled, you’re talking nonsense” he huffed. “It’s so childish and idiotic.”

“And it puts you in a good mood because it’s mischievous fun” you cut him off.

“You’re insane.”

“It’s okay” you assured him, patting his hand, “I like getting tickled too.”

That made Loki perk up his ears.

“Do you, now?” he smirked. “Well, well, well... Now that’s a secret I’m interested in.”

Immediately your face turned red as your eyes grew wide as plates, as he leaned to straddle your with his hands as he sat on your upper thighs.

“W-Wait! Wahahait, Loki! Nononono, Loki don’t, I’m stupidly ticklish I—”

“Oh, are you?” he grinned. “My, my... I’ve always loved your drunk honesty, but this is the most important bits of information you’ve given me...”

“Loki!” you whined as you covered your beet red face with your hands.

An opportunity he took to scratch your sides, making you jolt and burst into bright silly hiccupy giggles.

“Lohohohoki! Thahahat hic tihihihickles, plehehehease hic hic—!”

That was an adorable sight, you squeezed his wrists, yet not pushing him away. Guess you weren’t lying about actually liking getting tickles.

“Please what, darling? Please more? Please tickle me to pieces? Gladly” he teased as moved to knead that sides of your belly.

You wheezed arching your back as he gave repeated pinches to the sides of your tummy, slowly climbing to your ribs, pinching and squeezing your ribs and sides, causing you to scream with laughter.

“Ah, so pretty and so ticklish... and so helpless” he growled as he sneaked his fingers under your arms.

“AHAHAHEHE, LOHOHOHOHOKI STAHAHAHAP!”

“No, I don’t feel like stopping, you shouldn’t have a problem taking what you dished out on me earlier, would you?”

“PLEHEHEHEASE LOKI! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE!”

He simply decided to take it up a notch, grabbing your wrists, and pinning them both above your head, making you even more helpless to his tickling free hand.

“LOHOHOHOK—” you protest was got off by a wheeze that sentenced the end of the screaming laughter.

Now the only sound you could make was wheeze in silent laughter and gasp for air as Loki tickled you silly. Tears began streaming down your face as Loki’s hand roamed to squeeze, pinch and scribble over every ticklish spot it could find. He only stopped when you began coughing between gasps of air.

He got off you and saw you curl your legs up to your chest in an attempt to protect yourself. But it only made Loki grab your feet and take off your shoes and socks.

“Noohohoho, no, no Loki please nohoho dohohon’t tihihihck— ACK!”

A single finger scratch with his nail across your sole made you jump and swing your foot, kicking Loki right on the stomach making him fall off the bed.

“Oh my gosh, Loki, I’m sorry!” you said, truly horrified.

The trickster god, huffed and groaned in pain, not expecting a human kick to do so much harm.

“I’m quite alright, you’re just stronger than I thought” Loki said, “I’m impressed.”

You went down to sit next to him, placing a gentle hand on his stomach. Truly it didn’t hurt after initial impact, but you weren’t going to be at peace until you’d check yourself. And maybe he enjoyed having your hands on him.

Until it tickled.

“Hehey!” he whined.

“Sorry...” you said, as a smiled shyly.

“Oh, no I know exactly what you’re thinking” he groaned, “I do not, I repeat, I do not enjoy these childish games."

“I can tell you do, but that’s okay... I know you’re not the type to admit you like something...”

“Wha— What is that supposed to mean?” Loki asked.

“A-Ah! Nothing no... it’s nothing!” you squeaked nervously.

“Darling, you may read minds, but I am the God of it,” Loki said, “I can tell exactly when someone is lying.”

“N-No, it’s nothing!” you said as you curled up on the spot, hiding your face on behind your knees.

“Darling... you’re scaring me... What’s wrong?”

“Can you promise you won’t get mad...?” you asked.

“I don’t think you could truly upset me” Loki comforted you as he grabbed your hand to give it a gentle reassuring squeeze. “After all, you are my favorite.”

Your face turned red and a shy smiled appeared on your face for a moment, before that anguished look made its way back to your features.

“We were getting ready for the last mission, and I heard you, Thor and the others talking... About... me. How you maybe sort of actually... liked-liked me. And you said no... but, your thoughts... did not agree.”

Oh, oh no. Oh dear, oh gods.

Now a lot of things made more sense. How your face was red was in when you walked in the room, and how you suddenly decided to pair up with Steve to rescue the hostages rather than going for intel with him and Nat. How you were moody and distant afterwards. And why this mission report was causing you so much conflict.

You knew he liked you. You had managed to peek that thought of his mind. A thought even he refused to admit. But now, out in the open, he felt relieved, and the way you just seemed embarrassed.

“So you’ve known all this time? And that’s what upsets you?”

“You promised you wouldn’t get mad” you whined.

“I’m not, I think you are more upset than I am!” he laughed, before realizing something, “Does it bother you...? That I long for you like this?”

“N-No...” you mumbled, “Not at all... I maybe sort of like you too...”

“Then why were you so upset?”

“How would you feel if you realized the person you have a massive crush on likes you too but you can’t do anything about it without revealing you may have stepped his boundaries?”

“Massive crush, eh?” he grinned. “So.. It's safe to say that you wouldn’t mind if I stole a k—hmpf!”

He was interrupted by a pair of lips against his own, that quickly melted him into a kiss. You had placed your hand on the side of his neck, sliding it to the back to play with his hair. The young prince pulled you closer to kiss you more, even pinning you against the side of your bed.

Only breaking the kiss when you needed to gasp for air. And he got to admire you bright open eyes staring at him with a huge happy grin.

“Beat you to it” you smiled.

“Whahat?” he laughed.

“I stole the kiss” you beamed proudly.

He smiled as he leaned to kiss you again.

“Now that you admitted you liked me... will you admit you like getting tickled...?”

“Mmm, not yet...” he grinned. “But I have something better in mind.”

“Wha— No! N—EEEEEEEHHH!”

But Loki had already tackled you on the floor and went back to tickling you silly once more. But it was fine, one big confession at the time, and today had been more than enough.

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