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I got 4 peace peach teas this month, one for every week of pride :)
#peace tea#is so good#omg I love it#and the peach flavor is probably my favorite#I blame the gay rays for that one
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i'd like to hang out with you for my whole life !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which he loves her but so does everyone else. a bit too much.
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for when everybody wanna steal your girl. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - been on my writing grind lately!!! another lando social media au will be posted in a few minutes i swear im working on it <3 i hope you like this, thank you so much for reading!!! i love you <3
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username GOODNIGHT.
username NOT STAY STAY STAY I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH
username oh.
username how the FUCK am i supposed to move on from THIS.
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username i am SO happy for u and ur ugly fucking boyfriend i MEAN it
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username OH MY GOD
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charles_leclerc i don't think i mind that for even one second
-> yourusername i love you <3
-> username OG NY UKF I EILL SCREAMC
username this is me logging off for the day goodbye.
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-> yourusername i did not GIGGLE
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-> username ur so real for that
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username man saw people on twitter talking shit and decided to tell everyone who's ACTUALLY her boyfriend
username she's so AHHHSHSJSJDBXNSJS
username i am in love like no 🧢
pierregasly we know u tell us that everyday
-> charles_leclerc and i will continue to do so ❤️
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username she's so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
yourusername u own my entire heart like what. u dumbass i love u SO much like actually im so ❤️❤️❤️ for u
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username they're so in love like i throw up a little
username they really be setting the standards pretty high huh
username if my future relationship isn't like this then i don't want it.
username im a simple girl i just want someone to love me the way charles loves y/n
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I was really, really hoping that Only Friends wouldn't turn into slutshaming but I feel like the show is just... gonna go down the road of 'monogamy is the only answer' and I'm sad about that. Because what it turns into is removing the mess from some characters and blaming others for the mess because they weren't Good Queers who followed the Right Rules.
Boston being punished by Cheum and Mew (and Ray but, frankly, Ray has the same weird morals so I'm kind of pulling out of this a bit because his judgement doesn't come from a place of judging Boston for casual sex but rather Boston being a direct asshole to him) for casually having sex with Atom because they believe Atom over Boston to the point of not even giving Boston a chance to response because he has casual sex and thus has to be willing to blackmail people into it and take advantage of drunk people? It's... it's unpleasant.
And the fact that the narrative has Boston's response to this to be start insulting himself and try to go right into monogamy because it seems to be the only way to escape the words nasty and filthy? Uncomfortable.
Boston is not perfect but the judgement coming in waves off of both characters and viewers for him having and enjoying casual sex with people and being very clear that all he wants is casual sex... it's so rough.
I've seen people, and gotten anons, basically saying that what Atom said is right and that Boston is just wrong for everything he does and will 'go back to who he was' when he stops hurting from losing his friends. But... did he really do that much before this? He fucked Top, yes. And that was wrong. And he was an absolute ass to Ray, no denials. But... he's one of the only characters in the show who hasn't actually broken the law at any point.
His moral code is his and he abides by his own beliefs about casual sex and drinking and he stuck to it the entire time and he has never broken it. He did not force Atom into sex, he even said no originally and only accepted when Atom, not drunk, initiated what he wanted and was clear that he wanted to have sex and have his photo taken.
Boston was even more clear when Atom came over the next day and wanted more. He was never subtle. At no point did Boston lead Atom on. And he might have been unclear with Nick about their relationship but I definitely think he's unclear with himself about his relationship with Nick out of fear of losing people he cares about when he leaves the country. That is very different than how clear he is with Atom.
And my biggest fear is that Atom's lies aren't going to come out. That no one cares enough to reveal that Boston didn't do those horrible things and that his life and chance of graduation are being entirely ruined because of crimes he didn't even commit.
I went into this show wanting messy gays and to enjoy a really different view on what they're doing... but the more that the show supports Mew and Cheum and says that they're right to judge people the less I find myself able to enjoy some aspects of the show. Because now I think that the show really is on their side.
#only friends#i kind of fear posting this#but it's important to me#and i know that it's not entirely perfect analysis#this is more gut feeling than anything else
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Okay, I admit defeat, I cannot keep myself from writing a little something based on this post from @howdoyousleep3
You gotta read the original post, but, essentially... trust fund baby Buck hiring a Daddy because he wants to be taken care of 🥺
For visuals:
This Bucky
gifs by @/fucklinski
With this Steve
Something about this AU just gives me sweater-wearing Daddy, okay?
Aaaand this got out of hand (as every "short" drabble I try to write does) so:
Warning for hurt/comfort, slight homophobia, drugs/alcohol use (drugs are all in the background though), explicit sexual content, semi-public play, daddy kink, fisting 👀, dirty talk, feminization, breath play, etc., etc.
Anyway, this is like fucking 5k words oops...
Hey, Alexa? Play “Life Of The Party” by The Weeknd then "National Anthem" by Lana Del Ray
Trust fund baby Buck spends all of his time at clubs, parties, events, and any sort of socializing event that is required for someone of his status--of his family's status.
All in all, though, he genuinely loves people. He loves the over-the-top parties, he enjoys the decadence of expensive drinks--most of them alcoholic ever since the second he turned 18 (because it's the European thing to do)--and he flourishes in these spaces. The attention. The social butterfly-ness of it all
…Usually.
Usually he loves it all.
Yet, as he’s grown into his own adult person a little more he’s begun to realize one thing; it’s not as lovely and shiny as it used to feel.
Bucky knows, in part, it’s because he’s simply not a child any longer.
But he also knows it’s because he’s gay. And because he’s lonely. Yes, he’s lonely in part because he’s gay and old money leans more… well, it isn’t called the Grand Old Party for no reason, so, yeah, he’s a little lonely because even within the group of trust fund babies his age, they’re lagging behind pop culture. They’re not, like, spitting on him or swearing at him out of homophobia. And good ol’ pops isn’t disowning him or denying him of their fortune, but… no one has ever asked him if he’s seen any cute boys. No one asked him--when he came out--if he’d even kissed a boy yet. No one asked him about his crushes. No one suggests, oh, look at that dashing (equally rich and) young man, you should go talk to him--you could marry him! Bucky gets nothing of the sort. His sexuality is ignored. The best he got upon coming out was a tight-lipped smile and a nod.
More and more Bucky yearns for community.
Also, Bucky’s lonely because he can’t exactly see a future here. How’s he supposed to find a partner like he wants if everyone is lowkey(?) homophobic?
Also ×2, he’s lonely despite the excess of this lifestyle because… he’s probably always been lonely. Not to blame his parents for all of his problems, but, when your parents are too rich, too busy, and too good to raise their own child--always handing them off to the help with a poorly disguised face of disgust for a child that is simply crying and drooly and snotty because, well, it’s a child--that does something to said child.
No matter how lovely the help is, no matter how bonded he felt to the help, they cannot replace parents you can’t reach. And parents you can’t ever reach, you can't impress, and you can't please since they’ve had everything they could wish for from the time they were young is also problematic for a growing human. At least Bucky was always good at socializing. That (sometimes) seems to please his parents. And it's been very beneficial to Bucky over the years.
Ever since Bucky was able to talk, he’s bounced around any event he was taken to, conversing with everyone and, without even meaning to, ending up with a string of girls behind him. His mother says it’s his smile and his eyes--what girls won’t do for a boy with blue eyes and dimples! His father says it’s his conversation and thanks himself for it, patting Bucky on the shoulder as he roughly and proudly guffaws, “just like his father! Can talk his way out of anything! Could sell a breathing man air!”
Any interest in the people he strung along, without meaning to, faded fast. Every time.
So, he’s lonely.
He's craving companionship.
And since Bucky came out when he was 17, he has been looking for a partner. He’s gotten lucky here and there with hook-ups (most fueled by too much champagne, some drugs he'd rather not admit to having taken, or charged by the fact they were sneaking away to do it somewhere they DEFINITELY weren't supposed to), one-off dates (all his dates comprised of people he met at galas or whatever and always the same social class, never lower), and even a couple handful of months-long relationships (done mostly for show even if Bucky did like them… he really wanted to show everyone he was capable of settling down!).
But by this point, this many tries deep, none of them have been The One and, hell, none of them have even been that good.
Bucky's just tired of prancing around searching blindly for what he wants when he damn well knows what he wants--what he wishes for, eyes shut, sliding down the inside of the door to his brownstone, sighing, day-dreaming and what he craves when he curls up in his massive bed, alone, surrounded by an ocean of sheets with too many pillow islands, eyes shut, beginning to breathe heavily, waking up certain parts of himself… hands wandering down his own body… night-dreaming 👀
He knows what he wants. It's so hard to find though.
And he’s about to throw in the towel (yes, he’s aware he’s still in his early- to mid-20s, and yes, he’s that dramatic) when…
He goes to a bar after another event.
He just needs to be around “normal” people, feeling especially tired that night of lofty, wealthy people. (He’s also a little sick of himself since he knows he isn’t always that much better when it comes down to it)
And at this bar, he sees Steve--he sees this man at the other end of the bar. The man is larger than life, sitting on a bar stool at the counter, the other end of the bar from where Bucky sits, with broad shoulders swathed in a thick, dark sweater and big hands wrapped around a glass. As he lifts the glass to drink, he chats with the bartender.
This stranger is older with handsome crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and grays beginning to come into his beard as well as spreading back through his hair from his temples.
The man laughs at something the bartender says after swallowing, big and loud and full of obvious enjoyment. It sounds good.
Bucky almost wants to shoo the bartender back over to the mystery man when she comes to refill his sugary cocktail later. He would much rather she make him laugh again.
But, instead…
Bucky buys him a drink, tipping her exorbitantly yet again to make sure it’s the best he can get. Bucky would buy the handsome stranger what he’s having already but doesn’t recognize what’s in his glass, nor that particular type of glass, and he’s feeling more creative than just asking her so he just bluntly asks--
“What’s the most expensive drink you have?” The bartender looks at him funny but tells him regardless. “I’ll get that then," he doesn't even wait for her to say how much it costs, "just not for me--” Bucky tips his head in the mystery man’s direction “--give it to him.”
She does as he asks, sliding the glass across the table to the other man and saying something he doesn’t catch but she looks over to him after. The bartender and Bucky make eye contact again.
Bucky looks away, from her and the man. He's unable to watch the older man refuse it. Bucky doesn't even know if he's gay. He doesn't know why he did it… he just…
Bucky hopes it’s good alcohol. Not to be a picky brat but… his cocktail isn’t very good even with the alcohol hidden behind juice and lots of sugar, so he can’t imagine most of their drinks must be good. It’s just a little neighborhood, almost a dive bar anyway. The more expensive, the smoother the liquor. He knows as such. High-quality champagne goes down like candy.
He hopes this guy appreciates the smoother taste. (If the guy doesn't come over and punch him for being gay.)
Bucky swallows another mouthful of his unsatisfactory cocktail. He barely has it down when the guy approaches him. He has scooped up the new drink in one of those big hands. He must've finished or abandoned his other. And--
He’s smiling as he approaches, apparently as easy-going as he looks in that thick sweater and worn baseball cap.
Handsome and easy-to-please sits down next to him. Playfully mentioning that it looks like things should be the other way around, he should be buying something for Bucky--if Bucky is even old enough to drink? How’d he get in here anyway? It's not the glitzy, flashing-light nightclub he'd expect for a young person.
Bucky internally sighs, if only this was the most debauched place he’s been… but, externally, Bucky tells him, of course, I'm old enough. I've just always had a baby face.
Well, then, even if you're old enough, I'm still right! He grins. Steve--he gives Bucky his name finally--should be buying him a drink instead! Not that it’s hurt Steve’s pride or anything, he just is pretty sure Bucky’s got more important things to spend his money on than buying strangers drinks, like, student loans, partying with kids his age, or actually starting a savings account.
Bucky laughs, harder than he means to, at the examples. He feels lost tonight. The laughter means he ends up having to explain himself, who he is--rather who his father is and who his grandfather was. He doesn’t need another savings account, he already has too many. He bites his tongue before saying he has too much money, which is true but… he's never said that out loud before.
What is going on with him tonight?! He's not even drunk or high!
Steve, however, is obviously taken aback, blue eyes widening. But he tries to hide it. It’s sweet. He continues to treat him like a regular person after he admits it.
It feels real.
Bucky feels like it's not a big deal. Steve even shrugged! If only it was real… not just one night. One moment.
Except…
They talk for a long time.
Bucky buys Steve more drinks. Bucky assumes Steve’s going to take him home or at least back to the bathroom. He wants it. Steve looks like he'd be good at holding and grabbing and fucking. Bucky wants all of that. Steve doesn’t ask though.
And when Bucky asks--would you like to get out of here? Steve cocks his head and says, “we’re drinking.” his eyes also say, I'm so much older than you, are you sure? Am I sure?, but he doesn't voice it.
“Yeah? So?”
“I’d rather not be a drunk hookup.”
“I wouldn’t have to be drunk to hookup with you.”
“You’re sweet,” he says as if Bucky has given him a genuine compliment rather than telling him he’s fuckable, “but still, you’re tipsy. I’m tipsy, so…” He shrugs like that explanation is enough.
Bewildered Bucky asks, “really?”
“As much as I want to take you up on the offer, yeah. We're not really in any state to decide to do that. I don’t think I am at least.”
Huh.
Bucky’s never encountered someone so… responsible? Bucky doesn’t actually know if he's being responsible, but it feels that way. But… okay, sure, not how he thought his night would go, although that's been his entire night, so he might as well keep the punches rolling.
They talk more.
They talk about everything.
And, suddenly, the bar is getting ready to close! Bucky doesn't know where the time has gone. All he knows is that he unthinkingly pays Steve’s tab plus his own. Steve blushes a little in the low bar lighting. And he ends up cracking a few more unserious jokes about role reversal. Their ages. Their income. Their savings. Their lives. The way this should be the other way around if anything.
His jokes give Bucky some ideas…
Ideas that come out of his mouth rather than staying inside his mind because Bucky is only now actually tipsy (he may be young but good, expensive alcohol since he turned 18 will give anyone a high tolerance… especially someone who indulges as often as Bucky does).
Steve might be drunk or humoring him massively because he agrees (with some convincing (less convincing than Bucky expected though)) that they could try that. If Bucky is serious. But not while they're drunk. Again, not while they're drunk.
They exchange phone numbers instead.
Bucky calls his driver to pick him up--he could pay the ticket for driving himself home, no problem, but he's not that much of an ass (or that dumb). He also offers Steve a ride but, apparently, this bar isn’t too far from the place he calls home. And he wants to walk home. Sober up some. Breathe some fresh air so he doesn’t have quite the hangover when he wakes up. Right, hangovers. Another difference in age. Bucky doesn't really get those yet despite how much he drinks.
Anyway, Steve promises to text Bucky later. When he gets home and then even later, about that idea.
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Bucky recalls the encounter in the morning, waking up with the stale taste of cheap alcohol in his mouth and a single text in his phone. But, he doesn’t know if Steve remembers, beyond that misspelled, drunk text. So he waits.
And waits.
And waits…
Steve does not text him.
Steve does not text him for the entire day after their encounter. And you can call Bucky a spoiled brat who has never had to wait for a goddamn thing in his life, but that wouldn't stop Bucky from being a little upset and impatient. He felt something with Steve! Or he thought he did and--
He wants to believe, desperately, that Steve felt it to.
So, Bucky texts Steve first. He waits a day and a half before caving.
Steve responds: Honestly, I didn’t text you because I couldn’t convince myself that I didn’t dream up last night. Plus, if I didn’t dream it, I hadn’t yet convinced myself that you were serious. Sorry to leave you wondering.
He might just be charming Bucky, calling him a dream, to get at the money that he offered him--Bucky’s had plenty of people do that, use him, trying to get at his wealth, but… he doesn’t care. Let Steve use him for the money if that’s all this is going to be. Steve was just so warm. And Bucky wants more of it. He was freezing. He is freezing, maybe even more so now that he's felt just how good that warmth is.
So…
Over the coming weeks, they text back and forth, explaining themselves, getting to know each other, then arranging a time and place to meet to discuss an actual arrangement.
Companionship for money.
Bucky was serious. He's more serious now. He doesn't want Steve to fade away, he likes him too much, but what else can Bucky offer him than money? Steve seems happy. He's old enough he has his own life with a job and purpose. Not like Bucky.
So, Steve will provide the companionship and Bucky will provide the money.
It takes a while to meet up again, after the bar, because everywhere Bucky suggests they get together, private places, are all places Steve can’t get into (country clubs, lavish nightclubs) or hasn’t ever been to (expensive hotels, secretive businesses off the commonly walked path, whatever). Steve asks, eventually, if he might just come over to Bucky’s house after Bucky shoots down Steve's idea of a cafe because, no, too public. Too high of a risk of paparazzi. Bucky is embarrassed he didn’t think of the simple things. Starbucks. Someone's apartment. A park. God. A country club? That was the best he could come up with?!
Either way, they meet and discuss.
An agreement is made.
Weekly allowances for Steve in the form of money that goes straight to one of his bank accounts (a flat rate with additional “bonuses” depending on how much time Steve spends with Bucky), all his to do whatever he pleases with, and money that goes into an account Steve controls but that is meant for Bucky--money meant for Steve to use to buy things for Bucky. It’s not Steve’s money, not really, but they pretend it is.
Extra money will be added for private events, public events (if Bucky decides he wants that), or other "large" things.
They also discuss what companionship will be exactly. Texting. Phone calls. Breakfast/lunch/dinner dates. Cuddling. Binge-watching shows. Maybe outings to spas or events or parties--if Steve will come with him. And…
Steve, this time, is the one to bring up sex. “Is that going to be a part of this?”
“Can it be?” Bucky asks, blushing and helplessly flicking his eyes down to Steve's body. Those shoulders. That chest. His thighs and what's between them, packed into his slim-fit jeans enticingly.
“Let me think about it,” Steve says steadily, unembarrassed. Once he texted Bucky, in a very non-judgemental way, but I'm not a sex worker, as if he were puzzled that he ended up here. Or puzzled that Bucky wasn't just going for a sex worker. But… he seems to be figuring his own emotions out. Bucky lets him. They move on. Discussing other things.
Eventually, Steve goes home.
A week passes.
Steve agrees that sex can be part of it via a phone call. Bucky tries to not react too strongly and wires him money to go and get an STI test even though he knows Steve can afford it himself. Bucky gets one too for himself.
But, when the results are in, both of them infection-free, sex doesn’t happen immediately. It’s more PG-companionship at first.
~~~
Steve comes over after he finishes work to eat dinner with Bucky, prepared by the help. They chat. They drink with dinner. Bucky soaks in every moment of it. Steve doesn't compliment his non-cooking but he does compliment Bucky's outfit. (He does tell the help they've done wonderfully when they come to collect the plates though.) Bucky wants to roll around in his voice, rumbly and perfect. He resists the urge to immediately have Steve over again the next evening.
He limits himself to bi-weekly at most for the first month. But… he can't keep it that sparse for too long. Steve's company is incredible.
So, dinner happens again and again.
They get comfortable around each other.
They move beyond dinner soon enough. And Steve goes shopping with Bucky, dutifully complimenting every item he puts on and how good he looks in it. Bucky watches Steve pick up things he likes--Bucky can see it on his face--and put them down immediately after seeing the price tag with a horrified noise in the back of his throat. Bucky blurts out, "just fucking get it," the sixth or seventh time it happens. Steve laughs, raising an eyebrow at him, and makes another joke. Something about having unknowingly acquired a sugar daddy. Being allowed to buy exorbitantly priced things. Luxury things.
Then, it's Bucky's turn to make a horrified sound in the back of his throat. This is just companionship and some sex and--
He wasn't ready to admit to that!
Steve senses something is wrong and apologizes without even knowing what he supposedly did. Bucky brushes it off quickly though. At least, Bucky tries to brush it off but he can't.
He can't shake it.
Hearing "Daddy" in Steve's voice… Fuck. Bucky wants to hear him call himself Daddy again. Bucky wants to call him Daddy.
Goddammit.
Despite his self imposed rules to Not Cross That Boundary With Steve…
Bucky ends up enticing Steve to fuck him for the first time in the high-end brand's dressing room. It'll be fine. He can control himself. He can get fucked without moaning for Daddy, right? He's done it before!
Yet…
With his legs tight around Steve's solid waist, his hands squeezing Steve's biceps tightly, and his teeth biting down on one of those huge shoulders as Steve's thick cock makes room for itself inside him, carving him open, hot and fast and good, he can’t muffle himself fully. One tiny gasp of, "d-daddy!" slips out of him.
And it's over.
Steve hears it and his next thrust is punishing. It's harsh. It fucks his cock right up against Bucky's sweet spot.
Bucky's mouth falls open with an obscene moan.
"Again," Steve whispers, pinching his side at the same time, adding a flicker of pain to their fucking.
Bucky doesn't hear it. He's too busy being fucked.
Steve won't stand for that though. He presses Bucky harder against the dressing room wall. Bucky smacks the back of his head happily on the wall. And, "say it again," Steve whispers again, voice harsher this time. Gritted out between his teeth.
Bucky moans louder.
And so Steve cups a hand over his mouth, squeezing his face with one of those huge, powerful hands, heavily whispering, "you better be quiet, baby. 'Cause you don't wanna get caught with your Daddy fucking your pretty brains out, do you? Don't wanna get banned from this store when you like their stupidly expensive clothes so--so fuckin' much, do you?"
Bucky's eyes roll. back. into. his. head. as he whines, muffled, against Steve's palm.
"Do you?"
Bucky shakes his head as much as he can with his jaw being squeezed like this.
"Didn't think so, no, sweet boy wants his Daddy all to himself. Doesn't he?"
The rush of Daddy calling himself Daddy and calling Bucky sweet boy has him spilling between their bodies.
Fuck.
Bucky ruins their clothes but he doesn't even blink. They'll just wear some of their clothes out of the store. Steve is floored. Jaw dropped. Bucky's gonna buy all of that? A whole new outfit? Did he even look at the tags? Did he even look at how much it costs? Bucky shakes his head. Nope. It doesn't matter. It can't be that expensive.
"Jesus Christ, boy," Steve murmurs, shaking his head and chuckling.
Bucky, playful and high on such a fantastic fucking and orgasm, leans in reeeal close to Daddy. He stretches up onto his tippy-toes. And he bites that beard jaw, purring, "welcome to the high life, Daddy."
Steve groans, his soft cock twitching in his new, expensive slacks.
~~~
And suddenly it's like hearing Bucky say that once, then hooking up and using it, makes everything click in Steve's head.
It's like he suddenly can read Bucky's thoughts. Because somehow he knows exactly what he craves now.
And Steve fucking steps. up. his. game.
He goes from just your average paid-romantic-partner to dream fucking Daddy.
Steve feeds Bucky dinner, balancing the younger man in his lap, telling him he’s good and pretty and everything Bucky knew he craved to hear but also what he didn't know he wanted--he needed to hear. It's a damn religious experience.
Steve gets a key to his brownstone and lets himself in before Bucky returns home to start a bath for him. A bath complete with fancy products that he buys with Bucky in mind and the peachy smell the younger man likes. Once Bucky arrives home, Steve brings him into the bathroom to strip him, jerk him off until he's crumbling into Daddy's chest, weak at the knees, and lower him into the bath he's made. Daddy washes him limb by limb, massaging him as he goes. Then… Daddy lifts him out of the bath and dumps him on his bed to fuck him. Bucky cannot do shit after his bath. God. His head is lolled back, his muscles are all melted, and his noises only come out as puffed, breathy, and overwhelmed things. Daddy teases him affectionately for being a spoiled princess. But, shit, with the way Daddy puts his back into fucking him… it doesn't seem like he minds.
Steve lets Bucky pull him around social events. Wide-eyed and trying not to be the entire time. He often leans into Bucky throughout the night, covertly asking him what the fuck is that? What should I order? Why is it all in french, what the hell? How the fuck do I eat that? What fork again? Which glass? Disguising all of his questions are sweet nothings that make Bucky blush, doted on by his older partner.
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Bucky knows he’s whining the second he starts talking into the receiver of his cell phone after the beep indicating that he needs to leave his message or hang up, “Daddyyy, I hope whatever you’re doing is important enough to excuse you not picking up,” he can't help but huff. He’s had the, like, worst day ever. Already. It's barely 1:00 pm and he has an event to attend tonight. “I just Venmo-ed you your extra allowance-" that's what they've taken to calling the money that Steve gets to spend on Bucky, "-for this week and with the day I’ve had..." he sighs, pinching his brow and forcing himself over the embarrassment of actually asking for what he needs, once in his goddamn life. His cheeks are pink. At least he knows Steve likes it. Him asking for shit. “I want something really nice, please, Daddy? Something that'll help me blow off steam." Bucky blushes more intensely, finishing off with, "I'll see you Friday, Daddy--don't forget my driver is coming by to pick you up--but it'd be good if you could maybe call me before then. Bye-bye”
Steve calls back after work. He must've sped home to call so soon. Bucky smirks, thinking about maybe having to pay for a speeding ticket. Which shouldn't turn him on but… he's been known to have a thing for bad boys here and there 😏
Daddy has good timing with his call, he's just getting changed for tonight's event.
Steve's rumbling voice greets him the second he picks up the call labeled 💖🔥Daddy🔥💖 “tough week, huh, sweet boy? That's okay, Daddy's here to make it better."
Bucky sighs. Already, he feels better. Already, he can feel his brain begin to fade away into a pink, cotton candy haze he seems to always soak in when around Steve.
Yet, Steve's voice gets more mischievous now, "Daddy bought you some pretty things like you deserve but Daddy also bought himself something… you wanna know what he got?"
Bucky nods, frazzled enough to forget Steve can't see him. When he remembers suddenly though, he forces his voice to work, "y-yeah, wanna know."
"There's Daddy's sweet boyy," he coos. He swallows, then, "Daddy bought himself a Rolex."
Oh, oof.
There's another thing that shouldn't turn Bucky on but does… high-end brand names coming out of Steve's plush lips. Something about hearing it makes Bucky's dick hard. He doesn't know what and he doesn't really care to know so long as Steve keeps doing it.
"But you know the secret about what Daddy bought himself today?"
"No," Bucky breathes.
"Well," Steve pauses dramatically, "this watch isn’t just for Daddy. It's for you too, baby boy, 'cause as cute as you are… I know you're a dirty boy too."
Bucky dramatically flops back onto his bed before he can collapse where he had been pacing in his bedroom, in front of the huge mirrored walk-in-closet doors. Knees starting to buckle as his head swims with arousal.
Steve hears him move and chuckles darkly through his next few words, "I know as innocent as you look, you like it rough."
Bucky squeaks despite himself.
"You like it rough and want Daddy to call you sweet names and tell you sweet things, but you want Daddy to fuck you like he hates your guts."
God. Bucky whines, clutching his phone harder. It's true. It's really fucking true.
"And I know better than a collar you'd like Daddy's hand on your throat."
Fuck. His eyes squeeze shut tightly.
"So, what do you think? You think my hand around your throat with this new watch on will make you look extra pretty?"
Bucky's breath stutters. Oh.
"'Cause Daddy thinks you'll look even prettier with a Rolex near your throat. All shiny and sparkly over that blush you always get. Turning red 'cause you're hard for Daddy but also red because Daddy decides when you breathe. Isn't that right, baby?"
Bucky cannot speak. This is entirely unexpected and incredibly perfect. A punch to the gut of pure arousal.
"Daddy decides everything--his pretty boy doesn't have to think when Daddy's home."
"Daddy-" Bucky gasps.
Daddy doesn't even acknowledge it. He doesn't give him room to breathe. He just goes for the kill, "but Daddy also bought something just for you, y’know?"
"No?"
"Mmm, well, let Daddy tell you then. Daddy bought his pretty boy something pretty. You wanna guess what pretty thing it is?"
"Uhh, yuh-yeah?"
Steve pauses. He waits. He prompts, "what then, sweets?" when Bucky can't kick his head into thinking.
Bucky sputters, "uh, jewelry?" He takes a shot in the dark, only thinking about the press of an obscene priced watch, cold and hard, to his throat and chest, Daddy's fingers squeezing his neck tight.
"Nah, try again."
"A toy?"
"Nope." He sounds smug.
"Clothes?"
"Mm-hm, it's some kind of clothes, yup."
"Pretty clothes?"
"Duh," he playfully admonishes.
Bucky breathes a little harder. Clothes, clothes, clothes, what kind of clothes could it be? "A suit?"
"Smaller than a suit."
This game is getting him more wound up than he cares to admit. He's all hot and squirmy on his bed. "A shirt?"
"No. Smaller still."
"Um, okay," Bucky licks his lips, "wh-what about… underwear?"
"Try another word for underwear."
Bucky whines. Oh.
Oh, no.
He--he can't. He can't say that out loud! He knows--he thinks he knows what Daddy bought him--but…
"Daddy wants to hear you say it, c’mon, kitten. Say it for me."
Those words sound like pure sin coming off of his lips, so, of course, he can't resist obeying. "P-panties?"
"Not just panties, baby boy. Daddy got some special panties for his boy."
Oh.
Bucky--
Bucky doesn't know what to do with himself. Jesus. He's so hard. From just talking. He's aching from just talking over the phone. Christ.
"Daddy bought you easy-access panties. And if you fuckin' ruin 'em from being too excited and eager for Daddy, then I'll just have to buy more... 'cause I've got plans for your little body in these little panties."
The way he says these little panties lets Bucky know he has them in his hands. He's touching them. Bucky wants Daddy to touch him. He wants--he, he…
Fuck.
The image of Daddy jerking himself off with panties meant for Bucky wrapped around his hard cock knocks Bucky off his fucking rocker. He moans like he's being fisted. He moans like he's not just lying back on his king-sized bad being dirty talked so, so thoroughly.
"Wanna hear the plan Daddy has for you?"
Bucky nods frantically, making a ridiculous uh-huh sound. He already sounds fucked out.
"Daddy is gonna put these easy-access panties on his boy and slide his fingers into that pretty little cunt. One finger at a time, using that strawberry-scented lube you like, sweet boy. 'M gonna finger you, all without your new, lacy, pink, easy access panties coming off because you're desperate for Daddy and desperate for how filthy and pretty you feel in panties, you dirty boy."
Bucky can't breathe.
He hoarsely whines.
He can't process how hot that sounds, so he has no idea how he'll be able to live through it.
"And even if you clench down on Daddy's fingers and cum we're not stopping. Daddy isn't stopping. No. Daddy's not gonna quit touching that pink, pretty cunt until it's split open on Daddy's fist--"
Bucky instantly pictures those huge hands. His thick, long fingers. Bucky's mouth waters.
Shit.
"--'Cause Daddy wants his new watch on his wrist to touch your greedy, twitching, and wet rim."
Bucky doesn't even… he can't even think. He, his--his lips just move, reckless and unbearably needy, "fuck the fucking party Daddy. You. Here. Now. Please, please, please. Need it. Need you. You hav'ta get here! Daddy!"
Steve chuckles evilly, "okay, okay, Daddy's on his way, sweetheart. Just sit tight. Oh, and, baby-?"
"Wha--"
"Don't you dare touch yourself, Daddy wants your pleasure all to himself. Hands off." He orders.
Bucky whines like a kicked puppy. That's not faaair!
Anyway I hope that was worth the read lmao 🤘🏻
#fandomfluffandfuck#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky#au#stevebucky#howdoyousleep3#reverse sugar daddy
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Is Nick gonna die? Why is he selectively dating all types of predators in Thailand? Is this a new food chain?
Anon, why would you ask such an aggressive question?! IS NICK GONNA DIE?!
Homie, NO! I wanted someone to die in Only Friends, but Jojo said we will not be killing the gays today *womp womp*
But if I had it my way, we would have had gay killers.
Mew would drown Boston in that pool, let Ray race off in his car without Sand following, and light Top's house on fire, all with the help of Nicolas erasing security camera footage, but Mew and Nick are good kids, so no murder will be happening here *womp womp*
So you asking if Nicolas will die is wild because even in my craziest dreams, my number two lives, but @heretherebedork touched on the second part of your ask about Nick attracting toxic men.
I will not victim blame Nick for being appealing to these harmful dudes, but I will point out that when Top told Nick that Boston was trash, Nick immediately responded that he was a professional dumpster diver so . . .
maybe he'll be down for whatever Daddy Danny is serving.
Which is why I hope Daddy Daniel and Boston punch each other. Part of me believes Boston will step in to protect Nick, but in my soul, I want them to fight because Nick finds what he is seeking from Daddy with a BIG D and Boston gets jealous.
And we know how Boston acts when he is jealous and how much he dislikes others playing with his toys.
And lord knows how he'll react when he sees his former number one enjoying time with someone who isn't him.
Praying that Boss Daddy is the perfect amount of trash to excite Nick and piss all over Boston's parade.
#only friends#boston is trash#and nick likes that#so hopefully Daddy is that special brand of trash too#I need Boston and Daddy to punch each other#it is my deepest desire
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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Eleven. "Trying To Get Settled."
I know a bit late today but here is today's addition to Multi-May! The long awaited update to Through The Heart Is The Only Way! Sorry for the eight fucking month long hiatus, but we are back! Hopefully updates will be more frequent from here on out! Series Masterlist is here. Hope you all enjoy this and find it worth the wait! Also partly inspired by me going to my first gay club last summer.
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4K. Charles Lee Ray/Tiffany Ray Valentine/FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Stressed And Anxious Reader. Drinking. Softness. Making Out. Fingering. Implied Threesome.
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The rest of the shift goes by in a blur. Rachel stays behind after close, you and your coworkers sit, huddled around a table, all the other ones already wiped down, chairs upside down on top of them, hushed tones as you try to comfort her. Logan makes drinks, the lights are low as you all talk it over, trying to make her feel better. By night's end she looks less shaken, you and Jackson walk to the train station, hand in hand.
You hold his hand very tightly, fingers interlaced, you wonder if your grip makes his knuckles ache. You walk with him and the air feels a bit tense. Jackson and you talk about anything and just about everything, filling the spaces with whatever else mundane shit that you can. When finally on the train platform, a moment of silence has overtaken. You are the one to break it. You ask quietly into the cold, breath fogging in front of your face, “Why am I so scared right now?”
Jackson’s head turns, so does yours, he looks down as you look up and concern has painted his features, his mouth opens and then closes. He seriously considers what to say before responding, “Because it’s normal. It’s really normal to be scared by this kinda thing, Rach was…She was freaking out, and we care about her, so we are freaked out too.”
You know it’s more than that, you are sure Jackson knows it is more than that, too. You remember a conversation you had with him over a year ago where he confessed to you his own story similar to the one you had about Trent.
It was winter back then too, it was cold, you and he were having a drink post work, crowded around a table, hoping the snow died down a bit before leaving as he filled you in. Jackson told you about some guy who came onto him and then, asshole that he was, got violent with him after, making claims that he “wasn’t really like that” and blaming it all on him, that Jackson was asking for it on and on. You held his hand and listened intently over half drunk cocktails and didn’t judge him, handing over a napkin for him to wipe his eyes.
It was totally unfair bullshit.
What happened with Rachel is another fucking reminder that this job is a touch more dangerous than you’d like. It reminds you that there are total fucking jerks at every turn, whether it be customers who treat you like shit and less than human, or even some of the good ones could be at the mercy of similarly terrible treatment. You love your job most of the time, but it is exhausting on nights like this.
You rest your head on Jackson’s shoulder, and he says as he leans his head on yours, “She is going to be okay. I am going to be okay, and so are you.”
Your mind wanders to them, thoughts flood your brain of your newly minted boyfriend and girlfriend. You worry. What if something were to happen to them? What would you do? Your heart is beating out of your chest and your palms are sweaty, you are thankful for the gloves you wore, that Jackson couldn’t feel how slick your hands were and feel in turn your massive anxiety. Christ you are being crazy you just started dating them, you need to reel in your emotions right now, this is an outlier of a situation, this is fine, you are fine. You shake off the bad thoughts and look back up at him, a quick glance as you make the decision to try and believe him, you say, “Yeah you’re probably right. Thanks.”
Jackson smiles. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You’re welcome.”
You stand in heavy silence once more, both your eyes and his staring forward until the train comes. When it does arrive you part from Jackson reluctantly, waves and promises to see each other the next day at work again. The ride feels too long, when you come to your stop you race home and once there you have trouble sleeping, when you eventually attempt to.
Tossing and turning, sleep claims you after quite some time.
Over the course of the next few days, you slowly start to calm down, but you are still on edge, the knowledge of what happened to Randall poking at the back of your mind, reminders cropping up at inopportune moments and giving you small setbacks. You should be over this, it’s been a long time, why is this sticking with you so badly?
There was no news.
You’d see Rachel at work and meet her eyes and she’d know what you were going to ask, she’d shake her head and your look would turn from pleading to know what she did, to instead sympathetic as your stomach turned and heart ached for her.
It’s late, it’s after work on a different day, you need some serious stress relief, Jackson had the day off and so you didn’t have accompaniment to the train station, too alone with your thoughts at the moment. You can’t keep feeling like this, you can’t keep hiding, so you make the decision to do something for yourself, try to feel a bit better.
You go to your favourite rink.
Winter is slowly on the way out, the extreme storm is beginning to thaw, this will probably be your last skate of the season. The rink is closed this late, you weren’t planning on this and don’t have your skates, so you snagged a pair that other people would pay to rent, no one was around, not like you’d get caught. You find your size easily under the open air renting counter, and soon you are at a bench, boots off and lacing the skates up.
Your bag is left near the bench, and you make your way out onto the ice. You start to skate, gliding on the ice easily, it’s quiet, cloudy but not snowing, it’s very still and the only sound is metal on frozen water and your breath. Mind turns to them as you turn on the ice, the last time you were here was on your date, you smile, lips turning up as you recall how shitty Chucky was at skating, how he had to cling to you and Tiff to stay upright. You wonder if you will still be together to do that again next winter, maybe you can teach your new boyfriend a thing or two.
You pick up the pace, skating faster, sharper turns, you enjoy the speed, the wind on your face, the chill and then the silence and rhythm you had gotten into before it is broken, a call of, “Hey!”
It makes you stop short, ice shavings kicked up from the abrupt halt, a turn of your head towards the voice and look who it is, boots crunching through snow, tight jeans, a fashionable jacket and that familiar blonde head of hair with a warm smile.
You skate up as she reaches the edge of the rink, she holds her hands out, and you take them, a quick glance and no one is around, so you do it. Leaning in, she meets you in the middle, she kisses you and the cold of the night is forgotten. The bliss is short-lived, but it is a balm to your frayed nerves and calming to your rushing mind. You pull back, smile stretching wider as you say softly, finally returning her greeting, “Hi.”
You squeeze her hands and ask, “What are you doing out?”
“Coming back from seeing a friend, just cutting through the park on the way home-” She leans closer while looking in your eyes she jokes, “-probably a bad idea with all the news lately.”
You stiffen immediately and without meaning to, your smile faltering a little. The reminder isn’t helpful, it’s well after midnight, and you are skating alone in a park, it’s asking for fucking trouble. Gaze has dropped, and your mind is churning, one of her hands releases yours and cups your cheek, tilting you to look at her again, “Hey, you okay?”
You bite your bottom lip, and you know that you should be honest, if you can’t be with your girlfriend than who could you be? You spill, “I’ve been having some stress lately, not been feeling the best, just kinda, bogged down.”
“Oh sweetheart.” She hums, she pulls you into a hug, arms tight around you, “I am so sorry.”
You slip your arms around her, return the affection, and melt into her closer. God, you needed this, needed her, you had really been missing her without realizing it. The smell of lingering cigarette smoke and her favored perfume has become an intimate comfort, mixing with the winter night air, it’s more than welcome, it was craved. Eventually she pulls back, her hands on your arms, and she says, “I think you need some help with your stress and if there is one thing I am good at, it’s relieving stress.”
A small laugh bubbles out of you, “Okay, doctor Valentine, what do you recommend?”
“I’m gonna take you out, night on the town just you and me, a special date.” She offers, and you ask, intrigued, “A special date?”
“Yeah! I know a great club, I think a night to cut loose would do you good.” Her eyes were alight with mischief, she seemed excited and honestly, so were you at the idea, your first official date out with her being your girlfriend. It had been forever since you’d gone out to a club, last time was probably before you started working at one, the idea of going out to one with her sounded like just what you needed.
“Tiffany, that sounds amazing, I’d love that.” You tell her sincerely, and she makes a sound of pure delight, it’s adorable, “Yessss! When is your next day off?”
You tell her and the date is set for then. You end up taking your skates off and returning them, she walks you to your train station as you talk and get caught up on the past few days she had, and then she bids you goodnight, leaving you excited about your next night off.
Tiffany came by to get you as opposed to you meeting her out and that felt nice, not like you didn’t like going to her, but getting picked up was still special and an appreciated gesture.
You’d seen her dressed up for clubbing before, obviously, the many times she came to your work, this was just a touch different, almost hard to put your finger on, but then it clicks. She is wearing things you’ve complimented on her previously. The instances flit over your mind, times you’ve told her particular hem lines or cuts look good, what colours you think look best on her skin and further, she absorbed every sweet word, took it to heart and was dressed not explicitly for you, she was still dressed like herself, but had just taken what you’d expressed that you liked and applied it. Her coat was open at the moment, leather gloves on her hands to combat the cold outside your apartment building, the skirt was tight, the top was flattering, the belt sitting on her hips was more decorative than to help keep anything on, and you wanted to dip your fingers in the shiny chains and tug her close to kiss her, ruin the pretty lipstick she wore.
Your arms open, lean close, inviting her in, the hallway is empty, and she takes you up on it, the hug is nice, the kiss is nicer, you breathe the compliment as your lips break apart, “You’re stunning.”
“And you’re sweet.” She hums, pulling back she tells you, “And you’re one to talk, you look incredible, angel.”
You preen under her praise, you had purposefully made sure to wear something different from what you usually did to work, typically dark colours and clothing designed to get boat loads of tips as opposed to something that reflected your personal style, not tonight. Now you’d chosen something with colour, a dress that was well suited to go out, on the tighter side, you felt good in it and hoped it’d invite her to touch, give her that same craving you found yourself always infected with when near her.
“You ready to go?” She asked, and you nodded, your own coat was shrugged on, purse over your shoulder, and you closed the door, she stood next to you as you locked the door. Soon you and her were walking down the hall, headed to the stairs, and you asked, “So where you taking me?”
“I told you already, M’ taking you to a club, gorgeous.” She teased, and you laughed slightly, “Yeah I know that, but what club?”
She refused to tell you, not until you were there. The club entrance was a little hard to find, well it would have been hard to find if you were trying to get there solo just off the address information, Tiffany seemed to know just where it was, the front of the building was dark, a single light over the metal industrial looking door with one person standing out front to let people in.
You were ushered in with no issue, the music now reaching you once the door was opened, you check your coats and let her lead you deeper into the bar, coming near the end of the darker hallway you ask, “You finally gonna tell me what is so special about this place?”
In a moment of ridiculously perfect timing, you come around the corner, the music gets louder, the lights are bright, and you see the crowd, people close together, dancing and as your eyes struggle to adjust, she leans closer. Next, she is saying into your ear so you could hear over the thrum, “It’s a gay bar.”
Holy fucking shit.
What that means hits immediately, you can act like any other couple, can act like her and Chucky do out at your work or how you and her do in private, you can hold her hand and kiss her and more without worry. A full on date without restrictions in public. You had no idea this was possible for you and her.
You were so happy you could hardly stand it, you threw your arms around her neck and hugged her tightly to you, “Oh my God, are you serious?!”
She laughs, her hands rest on your waist before sliding slowly over your lower back, hugging you as she responds, “As the dead, beautiful.”
You pull back, hands on her shoulders as you say, “Well c’mon, I don’t want to waste any time.”
Tiffany grins and let's go of you, taking your hand she leads you deeper inside. First order of business was getting you both a drink, you pass through the moving bodies on the dance floor towards the bar. You stand next to her, fingers lacing together with hers as you observe the people nearby, you try not to stare any place for too long, which is easy because you can’t help moving from one person to the next. You see couples not unlike Tiffany and yourself, groups of friends, easy displays of intimacy in any and every direction, it makes you feel warm and affectionate. You lean closer to her, press a kiss to her cheek, and she turns her head, saying, “You can do better than that, can’t you?”
You take her hint, the hand that wasn’t currently holding hers coming up, fingers stroke over her impossibly soft cheek, and you lean in, soon kissing her. She kisses you back, the taste of her lipstick and faint cigarettes greets you, it is easy to get swept up in it, in her, you can’t believe you can do this in a crowded public place. One thing snaps you out of it, namely a person misjudging how close they were to you, accidentally bumping into you, the kiss breaks and the person says, with a wave, “Sorry!”
The stupid grin takes over your face, you squeeze Tiffany’s hand and say, “No problem.”
And there really wasn’t. Just the fact that it has the potential to happen, a totally harmless and innocuous annoyance of someone accidentally interrupting you kissing your girlfriend, is a fantastic change of pace. You would gladly take it over trying to steal small moments of affection, terrified of someone seeing you and outing yourselves.
You get your drinks after that, fruity cocktails that Tiffany selected, you end up at a standing table near the dance floor, it is hard to talk over the thrum of the music, but you are just giddy to be out with her. After the first drink you can’t help it, pulling her out onto the floor, the music isn’t even necessarily to your taste but who gives a fuck about that when she is pressed against you like she is at this moment. The smile on her face is infectious, the sway of her hips captivating, and the mood is undeniably high. You realize you’ve only ever watched Tiffany dance before this, never had the opportunity to dance with her and God, you need to go out clubbing more often for the chance to.
You love the time you spend with her and Chucky together but getting to have her to yourself is addicting, how she brushes hair aside to whisper in your ear, leading you as you dance, you find yourself forgetting your stress, all your problems seem so far away.
After getting both of you another drink, you come back to someone hitting on Tiffany. She looks amused at the nervous attempt, the short haired redhead is doing her best, and it’s endearing, sweet, you come up and slot yourself against her side, giving her the cocktail, she takes it as you kiss her cheek, “Hey honey, who’s this?”
“Someone who I think is trying to ask me out.” The blonde responds with a smirk. The cute girl ends up profusely apologizing not aware she was seeing you, “Oh my fucking God, I am so sorry, I wouldn’t have if I knew-” Tiff and you laugh it off, and end up having a good conversation with the girl.
The night stretches on, you end up talking to some other people, you have more drinks and dances, at one point you are in the bathroom, she is washing her hands, and you are looking at her in the mirror. Her eyes caught yours, and she grins, “What? Something on my face?”
You laugh, a shake of your head, “Sorry, just, I can’t get over how great tonight has been.”
“Yeah?” She asks as she dries her hands, and you nod once, finding it impossible to look away, “Yeah. I am so out of the loop, I’ve never been to a place like this and coming here with you for my first time has been incredible, you, Tiffany, are incredible.”
She tosses the paper towel into the trash. She inquires, “You always this soft and sentimental when you drink?” She closes the distance, no one else is in here at the moment, funny how you keep finding yourself alone in empty club bathrooms with her.
“Hardly.” You reach out, fingers brush down her arm as you tell her, “You just bring it out of me.”
“My sappy little sweet thing.” She hums before leaning in, she kisses you, and it has the ability to do your head in more than any drink. The realization you are kissing again in a club bathroom is not lost on you.
The time together flies by after that.
The club is getting near closing, you and her are splitting one last drink, you ask over the music, “Can we come here again sometime?”
She beams and tells you, “Anytime you want.”
Lucky you.
The last dregs swallowed, the last call completed, you and her are headed back out into the night, you see that redhead from earlier ended up with someone else, and it makes you happy to see. Your coats pulled tight around yourselves, holding hands and unable to stop smiling.
“You wanna come back to our place?” She asks, and you couldn’t agree faster.
Your feet ache, and you feel lightheaded and joyful as you stumble into her apartment, heels are discarded, you are moving backwards towards the couch, fumbling to get your coat off. She has shrugged her own coat off, letting it drop onto the floor along with yours, you’d pick them up later.
Her mouth is moving down the side of your jaw and down your neck and soon the backs of your knees hit the edge of the couch, and you flop onto your back, hands hooked on the straps of her top you pull her down on top of you.
The heat sparking inside of you is stealing your breath away, you gasp her name as her leg slots between yours as she starts to suck a mark into your collarbone. You tug uselessly at the straps, she is already as close as could be, but the move shows just how needy you are, a move of your hips, grinding on her thigh you let out a weak moan.
She breathes out your name as your hand moves, slides down her body and between her own legs, her head tips forward with a sharp inhale from the rush you provide her. You are constantly taken aback by how she can make you feel, whenever you have a moment like this, that you affect her in just the same way, it does everything for you, strokes your ego, turns you on further.
She helps with her clothing in the way and your hand is in her underwear now, you can feel how wet she is and when your fingers slip inside, curling to find that spot you’ve come to know so well, you remember you aren’t alone.
“Man, you two are not good at being quiet.” Your head jerks up as does hers, a look over, and you see Chucky standing there in the doorway of the living room, cocky half smile on his face.
“Who says we were tryna be?” You giggle as you press, fuck your fingers in and out of Tiffany, and she moans louder, unapologetic smile on your face at the sound you dragged from her.
“Ye-ahhh, sorry sweetface, did we wake you up?” Tiffany asks with a small upward curve of her own mouth.
“You did! Terrible, the both of you.” He laughs, very amused, as he comes over. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, or socks, just a pair of pyjama pants sitting low on his hips, and you want to reach out and touch him too.
“We are the worst. You should come teach us a lesson.” You tease, and he gets onto the couch next to you, a hand reaching down, fingers stroke under your chin, tilting your head up, and he says, “Yeah I think you are right about that. Can’t let you go around thinking you can just do whatever you want, when you want.”
“Mmm, that would be truly awful.” Tiffany mused, watching as Chucky kissed you, making you melt. Being pressed between both your partners, passed back and forth, in the early hours of the morning, there isn’t anything better than tasting the heady mix of him and her.
#FINALLY#HERE IT IS#TTHITOW#Poly!Chiffany x reader#Tiffany Ray Valentine x reader#Charles Lee Ray x reader#slasher x reader#BHF writing#Multi-May#Through The Heart Is The Only Way
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Mew was awful in this episode. He gives Ray a little bit of what he wants to keep him happy and hooked. It’s so sad
I think it’s important to remember that Mew is going through a bit of a hard time right now. Is he taking advantage of Ray’s sympathies and using him to make Top jealous? Sure. But I don’t think he actually realizes he’s doing that.
From Mew’s perspective, two of the people he cares about most in the world have just betrayed him and the one person that was there for him—the one person who told him the truth—was Ray. I think, maybe even subconsciously, he’s trying to thank Ray by being with him. He knows Ray wants this. He knows Ray loves him. He knows that Ray won’t betray him the way Top did. Ray is safe. And I think he thinks that given time, he can learn to love him back. But obviously he can’t. Love doesn’t work that way.
In all honesty, it reminds me a bit of the last boyfriend I had before I came out as gay. He was perfect on paper and he loved me so much and I truly thought that given enough time, I could learn to love him too. The pain I caused him is a regret I live with to this day, but it wasn’t a pain I caused purposefully. I think that’s what’s going on with Mew and I imagine the fact that he doesn’t feel for Ray what he thinks he's supposed to is causing him a great amount of guilt (which is probably also contributing to his drinking).
Mew’s spiraling for sure, but he’s not being deliberately mean to anyone except Top or Boston. It’s not a black and white situation and I certainly can’t bring judgment down on Mew for something I’ve done myself. He’s human. He’s making a mistake. He will learn. And I don’t actually think Ray will blame him for it because lord knows that boy's making some mistakes of his own.
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BATB CF:
Part 2!!!
Warnings: Eating disorder and a bit of violence?
And this was made for fun-!
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Rayman
•Before he turned to a candle stick he was the castle's maître'd
•Have a contest with Raymesis who’s the better eggplant (/j)
•Speaks French
•Confuse the fuck out of Murfy—
“Bonjour bon monsieur. Comment vas-tu?”
“WHATAREYOUSAYING-?!” (Tell me I get it wrong, please let me know)
•Can’t cook for shi-
•My man almost burned down the kitchen-
•..At least Mr.Dark didn't find out?-
•Have a crush on Peaches
•Ask Gloxbox for advice..
“How did you get Uglette?!”
“…Easy. I do nothing-”
“That was a lie-”
“Shut up Murfy-”
•Was about to confess Peaches in Mr.Dark’s ball.. But..
•A Fairy Enchantress shows up to ruin it.
•…After that.. Raymesis started blaming him.
•Rayman felt very guilty seeing his friends turn to objects because of his mom
•Haven’t eaten well or slept well, can’t look at his friends…
•Peaches and Globox reassured him.
•Rayman felt a bit better.
•Raymesis apologizes to him by force. (Peaches scared the shit out of him.)
•When Jeanie arrived he thought surely it was not her to break the spell..
•His Master is Gay! (Head-Canon)
•Took him 5 minutes to see a ring on her finger
• “Ohh-” *Cue Raymesis smacks Rayman’s head behind*
•Daydreams a lot. Mostly about Peaches
•Blow out his fire, not wanting to Repeat from last time.
•In his spare time he hangouts with his friends but mostly hangout with Peaches
•Loves to hear Peaches' stories and is very curious about her homeland. I mean Two Princess?! One of them is named after a fruit and the other a flower? Now he was curious are they that?
•In future chapters he was happy that his Master/Friend finally found love and started a- (*NOSPOILERS-*)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Raymesis
•Edge Lord-
•My man like bitter candy but can deal with sweets-
•Can Cook
•Teaches Rayman how to cook but didn't work out-
“HOW THE FUCK YOU BURNED BOILED WATER?!-”
“IDONTFUCKINGKNOW?!-”
•Technically he’s a prince? I mean he is the son of Mr.Dark?
•Calls Mr.Dark ‘Master’ when people are around.. But if not-
“Dad, Globox wanted me to tell you he will not be here for the past few days..”
“Why?”
“Uhh… Babies?” (Smooth Raymesis)
“..-”
•Somehow friends with Murfy?
•Teases Ray if he screw up his job-
“Lol skill issue-”
“At least I don’t have Daddy Issues.”
“At least I don’t have Mommy Issues-”
“Well at least-”
“Boy.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
•Thank you Uglette
•When Betilla came in and cursed his dad and the others guess who he blamed first.
•Almost beat Rayman but was stopped by Mr.Dark (Might make a fanfic of that-)
•Was surprised he turned to a candle stick. *looks at Ray* “Of course- WE HAVE TO BE THE SAME-”
•Is scared of Peaches. Did or did not get threatened by her to be thrown out-
“She’s innocent-”
“IN HER EYES IS NOT.”
•Doesn’t have hope if the spell can be lifted
•Was shocked Beep-O was staying here
“HA! Once those two fall in love the spell will be lifted!! Take that Raymesis!!”
“…”
“..Raymesis?”
“..”
•Rayman was right.. He hates to admit that.. But.. He was right.
•Since Beep-O is staying here at least he can tell him some tips/facts about Mr.Dark.
•In one of the future chapters he helps Beep-O make a cake for Mr.Dark (One of Mr.Dark’s favorites)
•Saved Ray being burned by a Villager from the Mob Fight
“I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO BULLIES
HIM!! GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!”
“Yeah..! Uhh.. Thanks-?”
• In One of the future chapters he may get a girlfriend thanks to Rayman’s help- I mean what-
>>>>>>>>>>
That's all for now, thank you for reading my silly headcanons <3
#Beauty And The Beast AU#raymesis#Rayman#Rabbid Peach#Beep-O#Mr.Dark#rayman murfy#betilla the fairy#globox x uglette
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dream & their godly parents
warnings: blades swords swearing gay shit mentions of kissing and food I think
note: love pjo and nct sooo yeah
마크<3
defo big 3
i think Poseidon is the best match
in chilling in the dream
how he was ok with the cold ass water
ma boi yes.
when he finds out ab being able to control water
(also surprised he can talk w horses)
“whoa dude- what just happened”
“u have powers” “wtf”
also … his spider-sense
very agile in combat
outside the arena……
clumsy somehow??
different story for another day
don't let him near bows and arrows
my guy how did u manage to break 4 bows in the span of 3 minutes
he is clearly as confused as you are
“dude I'm as lost as u”
our Canadian boy<3
런쥔<3
did I make this whole post just to vent ab child-of-athena!renjun
ummm… ofcourse
every sane person would do that right ????
right????
n e gays
very smart
book and street
gives the best advice
very calm…. is……. yeah no one believed that
shouts a lot but outside of libraries
if u disrespect libraries u are done w him
gets lost in thought a lot
lots of spacing out
probably planning his next murder but u didn't hear it from me
very skilled w bow and arrow
with swords….. not so much
very charming in an unexpected way
loves owls bc they remind him of his mom
has read harry potter
avid hater
(has secretly watched the half blood prince 13 times and has a ppt of 40 slides ab why its the best movie)
ace <3
does not care ab sex
제노<3
big 3
100%
he is the one with the most Zeus vibes
or ares maybe
but I don't see him being conflictive
but he is sharp? if that makes sense
(it does not ik)
but yeah
very scary looking
has a reputation for being good at close combat
biggest softie ever
can sometimes control electricity
gets called sparkly fingers by jaem
bc when he's nervous he fidgets w the electricity
gets along w jaemin bc jaemin was very anti-social
and he was a social butterfly with no real friends
they are inseparable now
rumor says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me
bi wife energy but he's the bi wife
동혁<3
an Afrodite kid if I ever saw one
when he arrived to camp
he was the moment
the initial thought was that he was gonna be mean
bc that's how movie logic works
pretty= mean
don't blame me blame Hollywood
but he is an actual ray of sunshine
gets confused a lot w apollo kids
bc ma boi has pipes
gets along w everyone
but is not afraid to stand up for his friends
very extroverted and witty
has a good sense of humor and is street smart
met mark just as they were both discovering their powers
when he is close to a person he can see who they have feelings for
safe to say he saw Jeno and jaem
stuck w mark bc he could relate to him
ended up being soulmates
hyuck is a ray of sunshine
재민<3
hades…
yes
he is powerful and he knows that
likes that he can inspire fear
On the inside he loves romcoms and cries every time he watches the notebook
big softy
tsundere!!
was not close to a lot of people
no one except his brother and sister (irene and yoongi)
they adore each other so much
it's like they have their own language
but he had like o friends so when jeno approached him
he was surprised to say the least
likes being accompanied in silence
haTES small talk
would very much rather talk ab ones purpose on earth
or death too (pun kinda intended
talks ab deep shit w renjun
who he met through jeno
jeno says his coffee order comes from the depths of hell
(funny u say that )
jaem switches their drinks to see the disgusted expression on jeno’s face
(a simps behavior)
천러<3
apollo kid??
yeah
doesn't really fit in w his siblings
bc he has a darker aura
people mistake him for an ares kid
but he loves his siblings and his siblings love him
as an apollo kid he can sing v well
beautiful voice
but kinda shy to sing live
not scared to approach others
but prefers staying in his circle
really likes daggers
and is vv good w them
he trained mark for a bit
and then gave up bc he realized the canadian is helpless w any dagger or bow or anything except swords for a reason
arrived at camp w jisung
been stuck by the hip ever since
I see chenle where is jisung 🤨🤨 oh there he is hi ji
constantly giving each other gifts
fun fact his dagger was a jisung gift when they were finding their preferred weapon
lowkey like each other
they spend time near the auditorium
(word on the street says they make out sometimes but u didn't hear it from me)
i love chenle
지성<3
CHILD OF ARESSSSS
tell me u don't agree🤨
impossible
cute but agile
he is vv shy tho
when he battles completely transforms
extremely talented w swords
when he first picked up one
he felt complete??
idk that's what he told chenle
his sword is made of celestial bronze
takes care of it more than his life
his sword was a gift from his dad
but his dad sent it by chenle
chenle jokes that he is the best gift-giver ever
training and fighting is very therapeutic for him
98% of the time is in the arena when he is not with chenle
trains with the straw dummies when he has a lot on his mind
“training w straw dummies is very mundane so it helps me think”
he is on the younger side out of all the campers
but has more experience than most of them
#nct#nct dream#nct fluff#nct headcannons#nct imagines#nct reactions#nct escenario#mark imagines#mark headcanonns#mark reactions#renjun imagines#renjun headcanonns#renjun reactions#jeno imagines#jeno headcanonns#jeno reactions#haechan imagines#haechan headcanonns#haechan reactions#jaemin imagines#jaemin headcanonns#jaemin reactions#chenle imagines#chenle headcanonns#chenle reactions#jisung imagines#jisung headcanonns#jisung reactions
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Whumptober Day 23:
"It's gonna get me by the end of the night."
Shadows | Stalking | "Who's there?"
Fandom: Legend of The Three Cabs
Prompts used: roughly all
So, pretty short this time round, but I wanted to explore a way Josés powers could come into play in the LotTC universe. He got some splainin to do when they are all healed. And yes they are gay cause I said so even tho I didn't.
TW for near death/thoughts of death
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Donald was not as adventurous as the rest of his family. Between his terrible luck and general want for peace and relaxation, most adventures left him exhausted at best and on the brink of death at worst. He'd done the Navy thing- the sketchiest Navy thing ever but he did it- and before that he'd gone along with his sister and Uncle, he'd faced all kinds of craziness. Of course, the minute he thought some good fortune had come his way, he ended up dragged into another adventure.
He loved Panchito and José, loved the triplets, loved Xandra and Aracuan, he didn't even really mind the adventures, not with them on his side anyway. But of course, nothing good ever seems to last for Donald Duck.
They get seperated on a mission, Xandra hadn't been sure what creature they were supposed to be on the lookout for, no one had lived to tell of its appearance. She had warned them, that as far as she knew, no one had lasted more than a night with the thing. That they would need to watch their very shadows, for as soon as they faded into the rest of the night, it was likely they too would be goners.
Donald had tried so hard to keep them together, they had all been spooked by her words, he was sure they'd be fine- together. But something… someTHING, comes between them, and next time Donald opens his eyes, he's alone.
Well… perhaps not alone.
Donald was used to shadows being more than that, as he stated before, he's lived a crazy life, but he really wasn't liking this.
The forest was dense, the sun had barely penetrated the thick leaves before, but Donald missed the high noon sun. The sunsets rays were casting moving shadows across the ground, and with the fading day, they were spreading quickly. Xandra's warning echoes in his mind, as something cracks behind him.
"Who's there!?"
He turns in a slow circle, dwindling light doing nothing to ease the panic in his chest. Things dance beyond the swaying branches and Donald gets a sinking feeling he's being watched.
"It's gonna get me by the end of the night." He mutters, arms wrapped around himself tightly as shivers dance across his feathers.
Perhaps it will get its fill with Donald and his friends will be safe.
A growl echoes around him, the sun's last rays dance in the sky, and the shadows seem to stretch towards him now. His heart beats in his ears, his hands tremble where they have a white knuckled grip on his shirt, his feet are frozen in place, and not even the moon's glow reaches him here- hidden from him in his last moments.
This is how Donald goes? With no tale to tell his family, no face to blame, no big hurrah or feat of bad luck. Just him, alone with some mystery beast, in a forest he entered of his own free will, his last hope that his friends are free of this demise- the shadows crawl over his feet, up his legs, he stumbles backwards but the limbs refuse to cooperate. His back hits the rough terrain and the inky darkness creeps over his form at an alarming rate, he feels stiff, his heart beating so fast he worries it will explode- this is it then. Breathing becomes near impossible, lungs freezing in his chest, the shadows only have to cover his face, then his end will be nigh.
Tears spill past his defenses, though he can't feel them on his skin, he bids a final goodbye.
He doesn't expect to open his eyes. To see the ceiling of the shack above him. He felt numb- not a new sensation but startling nonetheless. It takes effort to raise a trembling arm, to stare at it incredulously, grooves in his feathers to mar the skin beneath with thin white lines. A hand clasps his own gently, his head snaps to the side to find Panchito giving him a teary look.
"Welcome back Danaldo… you had us worried, amigo."
"W'ht 'append?"
"Jo saved us, he'll explain when you're both back to full health, rest now mi sol, you are safe."
The hut is filled with soft light, shadows staying where they should, and with his hand in a warm hold, he finds sleep pulling on his eyes. His friends were alive, he sighs as his world goes dark once more.
#whumptober 2023#no.23#“its gonna get me by the end of the night.”#lyric#shadows#stalking#“whos there?”#legend of the three caballeros#fic#near death#thoughts of death#donald duck angst#donald angst#three gay caballeros#angst#found family#ducktales
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Clyde's Thoughts On The Only Friends Mains After Episode 8:
This is entirely on vibes cause I miss when we were all just so excited to have Messy Gays: The Series.
Boston: Him drinking alone at the bar while sadly looking at pictures of him and Nick? Hilarious from a self proclaimed man with no feelings or attachments. Basically going "fuck it, why not?" when he realized Cheum's baby brother wants to smash? You can't blame a hoe for doing what hoes do. He very clearly doesn't want Top's dick anymore, making all his earlier actions even more insane because he was an entire circus trying to get a repeat performance, finally got it, got called a pathetic mistake the next day, and just said alright and moved on. Did he dress up like Tyler Durden, Peter Quill, or just a hot dude wearing a red leather jacket? The world may never know.
Nick: He really did bug Boston's car and just sat on that audio listening to it for his own humiliation and/or degradation and/or cuck kink. At no point did he have a plan for that audio except for his own personal use to cause a smad boner. Him and Boston really deserve each other cause they both make insanely stupid decisions for no reason except boyish whimsy (fucking your friend's man, outright antagonizing every single one of your friends and then being like “fine I’m a pariah”, illegal voyeurism, wanting your not man man to not hate you but telling his ex friend and new found enemy about where to find illegal filmed revenge porn of him). His new boss 100% wants to explore his body and he has no idea. I predict struggles in his future because of that when all he deserves are snuggles. And make no mistake, he deserves snuggles despite being a weird little voyeur. Is it illegal for a boy to have INTERESTS and HOBBIES? I didn't think so.
Sand: GET ON UP OUT OF THOSE TRENCHES BROTHER. As I've said for eight straight episodes, Jesus be some self esteem for Sand. Because GET OFF YOUR KNEES GIRL RISE UP OFF THAT GROUND. But bless him, he did try more in episode 8 than he's tried the previous seven. I'm not even upset that's only trying cause he thinks Ray loves Mew and he's sad about that and not because he thinks Ray sucks even a little bit. So I award him 50 points for finally telling Ray to fuck off, but still deduct 100 for almost getting himself arrested trying to save Ray from his own stupid self centered actions. I want him to lay on his bed and listen to New Rules on repeat until he internalizes it, lives, and breathes it. Because you know he's only calling cause he's drunk and alone. Sadly, he's a textbook "behind every bad bitch is an ain't shit man dragging her down while she’s Ariel screaming DADDY I LOVE HIM." He and Nick making a bestie pinky promise that they're both done with those flop boys, but then both still being at the party, tells us all they've both already lost. We’ve all been there and you hate to see it.
Top: I am standing before you all today as a noted Top Hater since episode one to tell you I really did mostly hate this young man solely cause he dresses like a 48 year old uncle. I'm a weak shallow individual and I've never claimed to be otherwise. But baby he put those polos AWAY in episode 8 and looked hella good. Him in that Top Gun flight suit? I am looking disrespectfully, carnally, and like a whore. I see why Boston was desperate to bounce on that dick again, I see why Mew's just dissociating with booze and coke. I see the vision. Call me Rapunzel because at last I see the light.
Mew: It's sad watching him be utterly devastated over Top and his polos because he got played, in a way, by a 22 year old wearing polo shirts buttoned up to the top and tucked into dress pants. I know that stings, because how could it not. But he's a drunken woo girl and I’ll always go up for any and all characters that get white girl wasted. I appreciate how much he just doesn't see it for his bestie Ray in any romantic or sexual way at all. I also appreciate how he's just not cut out for the slut life. There's nothing wrong with slutting it up, I was a prolific slut in my heyday, but there's also nothing wrong with not being cut out for it either. He needs to stop getting blackout drunk and doing lines and just meet Top's mom to tell her her son sucks.
Ray: He’s on my shit list right now and I make zero apologies. But he has beautiful big cow eyes. I just really need to see him fucking wrecked because Khao is, imo, by far the best actor on this show where I don't think anyone is bad. And as previously mentioned, I am a weak shallow individual and if you give me a cute short king with how now brown cow eyes crying at rock bottom? Well I'm gonna cuddle him to my bosom. So I have nothing good to say right now, but I hope to cuddle him to my bosom in episode 11.
I forgot how much fun this show is. I was too connected to tumblr, but now I'm letting the mess flow through me and I'm living. Thank you and god bless.
#only friends#only friends the series#like I'm guilty of serious meta but like you know what#this is a show I've been excited for because I love mess#so I'm like baby let's just get back to the mess#let's go#regular clyde
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Toy Store AU!
I AM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK! I blame college.
ANYWAYS...
This is more of a toy factory(but like the fun kind) than a store, but that's the vibes I'm feeling. The Molina family runs a toy business, making super cool stuff from scratch rather than all that cheap plastic stuff that gets mass produced. It's a Molina family tradition that Ray married into(Yes Molina is Rose's last name, you can pry that headcanon out of my cold, dead hands).
Rose was the master of all things woodwork, and passed on many of these skills to her daughter. Their house has always been filled with little carved animals, handmade dishes, and lovely woodburned signs on the bedroom doors. Ray was slightly terrified when Rose started teaching Julie to carve pretty young, but it was mostly without serious injury.
Ray is better at the stuffed side of the toy world. He and Rose met when he was an apprentice in the stuffy workshop and she was learning the ropes from her dad. They fell slow and steady (Rose's parents shipped it from the beginning), even when Ray took some time away to act as the tour photographer for his friend, Trevor. Rose and Trevor ended up being good friends as well when they finally met!
Back to the present, Julie has just come back from a year away at boarding school. It wasn't anyone's first choice, but after Rose died, trying to be around the toy store was just too much for her. Boarding school was Tia's idea, as a way to give her some space to find herself. It helped some, but Julie comes home for the summer sick of being the girl with the dead mom. It's still hard to enter the workshop space though, so she starts working at the shop part of the business instead.
Enter Flynn, who got the cashier job back in January. The two of them become fast friends, bonding over stupid Karens, after hours restocks, and helping kids find just the right new friend. Julie discovers a surprising link between them, that being that Flynn is dating Carrie, Trevor's daughter. Trevor and Carrie hadn't been around much since Rose passed, so Julie hadn't seen Carrie in ages, but they start to get to know each other again through Flynn. It's sweet!
Alex grew up near the factory and he and Julie were super good friends as kids. They still are. Ray and Rose took a liking to him as well. So when he showed up one night when he was 16, explaining that his parents had found out he was gay and made it clear that they wouldn't be paying for anything for him outside of the roof he was 'allowed' to share with them, they quickly got him a job. He floated through positions for a while, doing well in most areas but just trying to find something that he really loved. He's settled at the moment as a delivery driver for the store. He likes the freedom of it, and how concrete it is. He's the best driver they have.
Reggie and Luke are partway into their first year as workshop apprentices. Luke mostly applied to satisfy his mom, who was angry about him not going to college, but he has discovered the fun of music boxes and maybeeee is slightly obsessed. Reggie has ended up in Ray's old position as the stuffy apprentice with his knack for tidy stitches and adding a bit of love to every single one.
Luke ends up poking around a bit in a closet of older models and stuff and finds some of Rose's music boxes(one of which has Julie's voice on it). He loves it and immediately goes to ask his boss/mentor, John, about it. John explains about Rose and how they all thought that Julie would follow in her footsteps as a woodworker, as she was one of the most talented he'd ever seen at such a young age, but how she hadn't been able to keep creating after losing her mom.
Not realizing that Julie is back now, at least for the summer, Luke gets sad but lets it go. And then she walks in on him listening to the music box in the break room a few days later. She kinda flips cause where the heck did he get that, and he goes on his whole thing about talent and art being something you have to let out. Julie ends up bolting into the workshop to get away. Luke is like, "Frick I came on too strong again didn't I..."
But who should Julie run into other than Reggie and Alex, who were packing up an order near the back of the space. And Alex immediately realizes she's having an anxiety attack and sits her down. Reggie grabs a big teddy bear for her to hug, and then ends up pulling Luke away when he comes in after her. After Julie calms down with help from Alex, Luke apologizes and they all just kinda... keep talking after that. And eventually Julie starts doing woodwork stuff again. The first thing she actually finishes is decal for Alex's bass drum with the logo of the boys' band on it. They all cry.
Andddd why must these always get so long when I do them? /nm
Anyways, hope you like it!!!!
#legolas tag#julie and the phantoms#legolas answers asks#jatp#also Willie is definitely around too#he's super good with electronic toys#and grew up in his uncle's toy store a couple of states over#but he bolted once he turned 18 cause uhhh... Caleb isn't the best boss... or parental figure...#but he had the skills still... so he just started working at the Molina's#he's still a little confused by the lack of disciplinary action if you don't meet the exact quota that gets set by someone higher up#but he is very much enjoying actually getting his lunch breaks#especially since he's managed to time them pretty well so he's in the break room at the same time as the cute delivery driver boy...
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My unpopular(?) hdf opinion because the first thing I wanna do after creating a new account is get hate/j
-as much as I like chenry, I feel like they work better as best friends then anything. In 5 seasons they spent only one episode to actually talk about the possible romantic relationship between the two (the one where Charlotte would have rather died then kiss Henry 💀). I don't remember if they actually developed their (romantic) relationship more and if they did it was too subtle for me to notice
- jasper had the best development in hd and I feel like no one talks about it
- on the other hand Charlotte had little to no development, but that's ok beacuase that means she was perfect to begin with.
-the ending for hd for perfect for the show, with or without the spinoff. It was very mature for a kids show and I feel like even if henry had decided to stay in swellwiew the same thing would have happened just a little later
-henry being able to pull every girl he met was unnecessary if not a little annoying
-i didn't really like chapa in season 1, it was pretty obvious they were trying to create another piper but eventually gave up and gave her the development she actually deserves
-I don't really blame the fandom for ignoring Miles , the creators don't really put effort in his character, which really saddens me because if whey looked into him more, not only he would turn out to be an actual interesting character but also a relatable one at that. I also think that him being the "black best friend who is also comic relief" is annoying and the trope is overused in general. I REALLY hope that in season 3 they actually give him more screen time and stop excluding him so much.
-bose's character in general is too dark to be looked more into. The divorce of his parents, his dad being out of the picture, his relationship with his stepdad, the DRINKING of his stepdad, his relationship with his mother, his really bad anxiety are all to dark themes to be talked about in a kids show. We already have proof of characters with pretty horrible backgrounds that are only slightly talked about and it always becomes a laughing matter(jasper, cat, sam, ray...). Which makes me worry that character will remain pretty much the same (dumb and attractive). With that being said he is a protagonist nkt a side character, and Luca himself said that he would like to see a darker side of bose so maybe I shouldn't loose hope yet
-bose's character as of right now could be the best representation of gay that we (lgbtq members) could have in a kids show ( if you ask I will elaborate this)
-Mika is a queen
Right now I can't think of anything else so let me know what you think about my opinions! I really don't mind if you disagree, actually I'm jnterested in more points of view and I'm a person who actually likes to change opinions If yours makes more sense
#henry danger#danger force#dangerverse#bose o'brien#mika macklin#lula elena chapa de silve#miles macklin#henry hart#jasper dunlop#charlotte#ray manchester#i use the words development and character too much#sorry#also english is not my first language#so please be patient if you see any grammar mistakes😭#am i gonna be hated on for this?
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Alex R. Hibbert and Mahershala Ali in Moonlight (Barry Jenkins, 2016)
Cast: Trevante Rhodes, Ashton Sanders, Alex R. Hibbert, André Holland, Jharrel Jerome, Jaden Piner, Naomie Harris, Janell Monáe, Mahershala Ali, Patrick Decile. Screenplay: Barry Jenkins, based on a play by Tarell Alvin McCraney. Cinematography: James Laxton. Production design: Hannah Beachler. Film editing: Joi McMillon, Nat Sanders. Music: Nicholas Britell.
Coming-of-age films are the cinematic equivalent of the Bildungsroman, the usually semi-autographical "novel of education" that tracks the formative childhood and adolescent experiences of the protagonist. Dickens, for example, wrote not one but two Bildungsromane: David Copperfield and Great Expectations. In the movies, the classic coming-of-age films include Satyajit Ray's Apu Trilogy (Pather Panchali, 1955; Aparajito, 1956; The World of Apu, 1959) and François Truffaut's The 400 Blows* (2017). Lately, Richard Linklater has added a distinguished entry to the genre, Boyhood (2014). And now Barry Jenkins adds to the genre with Moonlight, a fine film about growing up black and gay, while deftly avoiding the double pitfall of making his film about being black or gay. There have been plenty of films about growing up black and about growing up gay and much commentary about possessing the dual stigma in a straight and/or white society. But what sets Jenkins's film apart is its avoidance of pop psychology and trite sociology: Moonlight is about being human. You don't need to have grown up in India or France to understand and sympathize with Apu or Antoine, and you don't need to have grown up in the Miami housing projects to sense why Chiron (rhymes with "Tyrone," but with a spelling that suggests the mythical centaur) is so blocked, so stubborn, so silent. Jenkins and Tarell Alvin McCraney, who wrote the play Jenkins adapted for the film, step carefully around the clichés of the genre, especially when it comes to ascribing blame. Juan (Mahershala Ali), the drug runner who finds the young Chiron (Alex R. Hibbert) hiding from bullies in an abandoned crack house and shows him kindness, isn't entirely the heroic figure he might be. Juan becomes the fatherless Chiron's first adult male role model, but he's a poor one even though he's generous and understanding, since Chiron grows up to follow Juan's profession and even imitate some of his showy mannerisms. Paula (Naomie Harris) is a terrible mother, but she doesn't want to be: It's the drugs that Juan sells her that send her skidding off the track she desperately wants to be on. Kevin (Jharrel Jerome), Chiron's first (and apparently only) sort-of boyfriend, isn't strong enough to stand up to the taunts of the bully Terrel (Patrick Decile), so he betrays the teenage Chiron (Ashton Sanders), provoking him to violence. So the film ends on an ambivalent note with the reunion of the adult Chiron (Trevante Rhodes) and Kevin (André Holland). Are they strong enough now to provide support to each other, or are their lives going to be haunted by the damaged child that was Chiron, seen in the film's final shot? There is something a little too formulaic about that ending, I think. I'm not entirely convinced, for example, that the handsome, bulked-up, successful drug runner that is the adult Chiron would have remained celibate for so long. But Jenkins has risked much and mostly succeeded -- after all, there's that Oscar -- in crafting a film that doesn't play the blame game or rely on pat explanations and outcomes.
*I'm not including the other four Antoine Doinel films by Truffaut because, like many others, I don't sense a real continuity of character between the Antoine of The 400 Blows and the Antoine of the sequels.
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FR FR. sharpay? queer icon. literal queer icon.
nandini? come on you cant say there isnt even lil bit queerness in nandini. like. shes like. lesbian milf goddess. or is it just aishwarya rai? idk. but ya. gay.
you can tag me as anything you want! what should I tag YOU as?
i really do think every unhinged female character i see onscreen is just a lil bit to the left of being straight. theyre NOT straight thats for sure
YES i feel like straight women are a dwindling demographic in today's world and do you blame them ALSO WILL YOU LOOK AT HER
hdhjghghjh you know what I've had like a hundred urls on this hellsite so pick whichever one you like lmao 😽 or you could just tag me kavya
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Mistreatment of a Desperate Child
Mistreatment of a Desperate Child
by Bnha au gay
‘I was excited,’ Izuku started, ‘I had finally figured out what was wrong with me and I mentioned it to Kacchan,’ Izuku fingerspelled the seven-letter word with ease, ‘he didn't have much of a reaction. Not like I had expected him to. It was his friends. They began to tell the class and someone blurted it out to Ms. Yao.’
Izuku's hands were shaky and sweating puddles but he continued after a small pause.
‘She started yelling at me for lying even though I hadn't. No one would listen to me and I kept getting spoken over. She did this in front of the entire class until I had a-’ Izuku paused for a moment, ‘until I started crying.’
‘I couldn't stop and she was- just making it worse because she kept yelling at me with no explanation and-’
Words: 2892, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 6 of Izuku Midoriya vs ASD(autism spectrum disorder)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Nedzu, Nezu, Original Characters, Aldera Middle School Faculty, Aldera Middle School Students, Tsubasa, Bakugou Katsuki
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Original Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Nedzu
Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Break, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Autistic Midoriya Izuku, Autistic Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aldera Middle School Faces Consequences, Aldera Middle School, Aldera Middle School Bashing, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is So Done, Hurt Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Needs a Break, Nedzu Knows Everything, I'm Going to Hell, Aizawa is autistic because I say so, fight me, No Beta, no beta we die like sir nighteye, You can rip my autism head cannons from my cold clammy hands, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Victim Blaming, Past Abuse, Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Bullying
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40421070
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Izuku#♠#Izuku Midoriya#Aizawa Shouta#Bakugou Katsuki#A:Bnha#Quirkless AU#Abuse
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