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elftwink · 3 years

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no thoughts only taakitz superhero/villain coffeeshop au. taako’s power is shapeshifting but he has a cool gun from lup. kravitz’s power is Big Fuckin Scythe With Unspecified Abilities. also there was no time to get into it but fantasy starbucks isn’t a real starbucks it’s a borderline illegal unaffiliated bootleg starbucks that taako and lup own. like dumb starbucks was.

By all rights, it should have been a fairly routine night for the Reaper. Go out, stop some crimes, arrive just in time to prevent whatever scheme the Mongoose had cooked up this week, exchange some one liners, make some threats that essentially amounted to ‘same time next week?’, the works. A regular Tuesday as a superhero in Neverwinter.

But Kravitz is tired, and more than a little distracted, so he’s not doing so hot on the one liners, and the Mongoose’s attacks are a little closer than they would normally be. He doesn’t even have a good excuse, it’s not like he’s injured, or that he has anything pressing to think of.

It was just— this morning his barista (who he may or may not have been harbouring a small crush on) had mentioned offhand that he thought the Reaper was ‘probably hot under the stupid all-black getup’, and Kravitz didn’t really know what the protocol was for someone complimenting your alter-ego was.

“I think if you were gonna go for the strong silent type, you had to start doing it months ago. Now it’s just acting like an asshole. Are you mad at me?” the Mongoose cuts into his thoughts, firing off another few missiles from his stupid umbrella gun (Umbrastaff, he called it, although it was a gun and not a staff so Kravitz had no idea why he insisted on calling it that).

“We are literally fighting as we speak,” says Kravitz, playing up the cockney accent, spinning his scythe to deflect the missiles off the blade, sending them ricocheting around the room. He’d said something like ‘how can you tell’ to Taako— the barista (well, they’d been on a first name basis for a few weeks, so, Taako), and he’d said ‘I can just tell’ which was not at all helpful in getting Kravitz through the conversation without saying or doing something to give himself away.

He’d almost given Taako his number, but how was he going to justify that? Hey, it’s me under the all black getup. Do you want to go out sometime? As if.

“You can have fights without being fuckin’ rude,” says the Mongoose, firing off another few rounds, which Kravitz deflects again, advancing on him.

“You’re right, sorry. I’m a bit scattered. Not exactly my A game.” As if to prove his point, the Mongoose easily dodges his next couple swings with the scythe, not even bothering to leave his range.

“Clearly. I mean, normally you’re at least close enough that I can feel the breeze from your sword.”

“It’s not a sword, and you know that.” Kravitz brings down the scythe in the space where the Mongoose was only seconds before, having already backflipped out of the way and landed a few metres back. Show off. Not that Kravitz had room to complain about that. The Mongoose spins to face him again, at least this time seemingly aware of what a close call that was. He’s tense, and his hair, which Kravitz supposes has thus far been hidden underneath his costume, has come somewhat unravelled, black braid falling to the middle of his back.

It seems... familiar?

He doesn’t have time for that right now. Kravitz draws back the scythe, feeling the hum of energy under his fingers, swinging again, and—

“Wait! Time out!” the Mongoose puts up a hand and Kravitz, for who knows what reason, stops his scythe mid-swing. The familiarity sticks, so it’s not just a trick of the light. It takes him a second to place, but the hairstyle... it looks a lot like a certain barista he’d been spending all night thinking about.

He shakes his head, trying to clear it. It’s because he has Taako on the brain, is all. Besides, he has other things to worry about besides seeing his crush in his enemy. Namely the fight currently happening with said enemy. “What? You can’t call a time out.”

“I just did,” says the Mongoose, fishing through his pockets and pulling out several bobby pins, sticking them in his mouth so he can use both hands to fix his hair. Kravitz blinks, still trying to shake off the sense of deja vu, but it won’t quit nagging him. “It’s a whole safety issue to leave long hair down.”

“It’s still in a braid,” retorts Kravitz.

“Somebody never took Foodsafe.” the Mongoose gives him a lopsided grin that Kravitz fucking knows he’s seen before, and suddenly it’s more than just passing familiarity, and how could he possibly have not noticed before, and— the Mongoose finishes putting up his hair, raising an eyebrow at Kravitz and his private crisis. “Alright. Ready—”

“You work at Fantasy Starbucks,” blurts Kravitz, without even thinking about it. The Mongoose stops dead in his tracks, and Kravitz can see his eyes widen even behind the mask. He splutters for a moment, and then seems to find his footing, already ready with a snarky remark.

“Yeah, well— your accent is fake.”

Shit. He’d forgotten. At the only time so far that having it would have been useful too. Still, he pushes it out of his mind; the Mongoose hadn’t denied it. And, well, he’s already solidly derailed this fight, so he might as well get some real confirmation out of it.

“...Taako? It is you, isn’t it?”

“Just who the fuck are y—” The Mongoose— Taako— levels the Umbrastaff at him, and then stops again. “...Kravitz?”

Well. Shit. Again. Kravitz doesn’t bother to affirm that; his silence is more than enough confirmation. One of them has to say or do something, but the seconds stretch on.

“You’re telling me I said all that shit to your face this morning?” says Taako.

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?”

“Uh, yeah—” Taako is backing up now, and they’ve fought enough times that Kravitz knows when the Mongoose is looking for an escape route; Kravitz’s feet still feel glued to the floor, even when Taako reaches the window, fingers already turning to talons around the Umbrastaff. Taako breaks the glass (because of course he does, even though the windows aren’t even fucking locked), breaking eye contact with Kravitz in order to swing his legs through the window before his form changes too much. “Look, this is like, a lot right now, and I— I’m getting the fuck out of here,” he says, and then drops. Whatever had been keeping Kravitz in place, slack jawed, ends as soon as Taako leaves his sight, and he’s moving before he has time to think about it.

“Wait—!” Kravitz runs for the window, but by the time he gets there, the bird clutching the Umbrastaff is nearly out of sight.

Well. That could have gone better.

***

Kravitz doesn’t go for his coffee the next day. Or the next day, either, although the day after that he’s sick of making his own coffee. And frankly, he misses chatting with Taako. Even if the guy was trying to kill him like once a week. He couldn’t just avoid this forever.

Still, the fact that Taako is working cash when he comes in makes him want to turn tail and run back home. He conjures up the memory of yesterday’s shitty coffee and pushes onward. The shop is mostly empty still, so there’s no line.

“The usual?” says Taako, like nothing abnormal has happened.

“Please,” says Kravitz, and then, before he can chicken out entirely, adds, “Uhm, do you have a few minutes?”

“My shift isn’t over until—”

“I’ll cover you,” comes Lup’s voice from the back room; she pokes her head out and gives Taako a look that is clearly significant, but that Kravitz can’t quite puzzle out. “Take five minutes after you’re done making his coffee.”

Taako scowls at her, and she smiles brightly before heading to the back again.

“Okay. I guess I have five minutes. Talk to you after I make your coffee.”

Kravitz nods, and goes to hover around the pickup counter, pretending to be interested in things on his phone. Taako makes his coffee in a ceramic mug, which at least means he doesn’t want Kravitz to get the fuck out as soon as possible, so that’s... something.

Taako slides the finished coffee across the counter, circling around to join Kravitz on the customer side as Kravitz grabs the mug.

“Lup!” he hollers, and then starts walking towards one of the corner booths without checking to see if his sister is headed to cash or if Kravitz is following. Kravitz does, though, sliding himself into the seat opposite Taako, hands wrapped tightly around the mug.

Taako speaks first. “To be honest, I kinda thought you would rat me out.”

“That would be shitty of me, to just sic authorities on your place of work without so much as a warning.”

“So is this the warning?”

“No,” says Kravitz, taking a sip of his coffee, “I... can’t really make coffee without burning it. And this is the only place for miles with tolerable muffins.”

Taako cracks a grin, like Kravitz knew he would. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” His smile falls, and he crosses his arms and leans back. “So. Reaper. Why didn’t you rat me out?”

Why indeed. Kravitz takes another sip of his coffee and thinks for a second, not even sure himself what his explanation will be once he starts talking.

“It didn’t seem... fair. You’re less of a villain and more of a pain in my ass—” Kravitz ignores Taako’s indignant noise and keeps talking, “—and while we always have cause to fight when on the clock, you’re not doing anything that I feel needs to leave the bounds of those... work hours, I guess.”

Taako is trying to pick him apart with his gaze; it’s something he’s been subjected to several times, although normally in costume, and in retrospect it’s difficult to imagine how he spent so long not noticing the Mongoose in Taako.

Whatever Taako is looking for, he must find it, because he relaxes a bit, and shoots him a lazy grin. “Plus, Mongoose related insurance just got rolling and it would be fuckin’ rude to take me out of commission before anyone got to use theirs.”

Kravitz laughs. “Sure.” He’s silent for a second, before adding, “You aren’t planning on revealing my secret identity, are you? Awfully rude of you to double cross me like that.”

“Wha— You didn’t even give me a chance to respond! Maybe I wasn’t!”

“Were you?”

“I was,” admits Taako, not even pretending to look sheepish. Kravitz raises his eyebrows, and Taako shrugs. “Oh, like you didn’t think about revealing my secret identity? And could you imagine the hype if I unmasked the Reaper? I was tempted.” He sighs. “But I figured then you’d have no reason to keep my identity a secret. No way am I risking a backfire like that.”

It sounds callous, but Kravitz has been talking to Taako almost daily for months; at this point, he can pretty reliably pick up on when Taako isn’t being entirely truthful about something.

“Hmm. Then I suppose it’d be in my best interest not to tell you that I wouldn’t reveal your identity even if you revealed mine?”

Taako narrows his eyes. “Why not?”

Kravitz makes a face. “It’s just in poor taste. I just think we all go through all the trouble to hide who we are and use these powers for good— or whatever it is you do— that it’s always going to be such a low blow to reveal who we are. There might be times where it’s necessary, but petty revenge is not one of them.”

Taako’s expression hasn’t changed; if anything, he’s narrowed his eyes more. “God, you are like— fuckin’ irritatingly nice. Fine. I wasn’t going to reveal your identity. That would be fuckin’ annoying to deal with. Plus I’m having fun.”

“Fun?”

“Oh don’t— don’t fucking lie to me. I know you’re having fun out there too. With your stupid accent and one liners and shit.”

“Alright, alright,” says Kravitz, rolling his eyes. “But I’m not supposed to be having fun, so keep it quiet.”

“See, that’s why I market myself as a villain. No dumb rules.” He puts an elbow on the table and leans on his hand. “Why do you have a fake accent anyway?”

Heat rises to Kravitz’s face, and he’s hoping he looks less embarrassed than he feels. “It’s my— I do it so people don’t recognize my voice.”

Taako laughs. “Well, it doesn’t really do that if you immediately stop using it when you realize you might know someone.”

“I was caught off guard!” defends Kravitz. “It’s not every day you find out your nemesis is your barista.”

“Nemesis, huh?” Taako grins. “Didn’t realize it was that serious to you. You know I have other heroes to fight.”

Kravitz rolls his eyes again. “I don’t see how you have the time, considering how often you’re causing trouble for me.”

Taako laughs, and it’s so contagious and the whole conversation is so surreal Kravitz can’t help but laugh too, before they both lapse into a comfortable, if drawn out, silence.

“So, uh,” says Taako eventually, “what now?”

“Well,” says Kravitz, “I want to keep coming in for coffee in the mornings. And I assume the Mongoose will continue with... whatever chaos it is you currently have planned.”

“It’s not chaos,” insists Taako, “I have plans. But yeah. And I assume the Reaper is gonna show up and throw a wrench in those plans?”

“Yes, probably. So we’ll just be enemies by night...” Kravitz trails off, not entirely sure how to refer to their by day relationship. Friends? Potential love interests? Acquaintances? There’s a few seconds of awkward silence before Kravitz gives up entirely.

Taako pulls and pen and a napkin out of his pocket, jotting something down and pushing it towards Kravitz.

“Here’s, uh, here’s my number. If you give me a heads up five minutes before you get here, we can have your coffee ready by the time you walk in. If you’re nice to me out there.”

“I don’t take bribes,” says Kravitz, grabbing the napkin and pulling out his phone to type in the number.

“That wasn’t a bribe, it was a threat. You don’t even wanna know what I’ll do to your coffee if you fuck me up.”

Kravitz doesn’t bother to point out that neither of them have ever caused any extreme bodily harm to one another and instead says, “So you’re asking me to go easy on you? I thought you were having fun.” He sends Taako a ‘hey it’s kravitz’ text before he has time to second guess himself.

“Could you stop poking holes in my threats? You’re harshing my fuckin’ vibe, Krav.” He sounds irritated, but Kravitz can see the smile tugging at his lips as he texts Kravitz a couple of skull emojis. “I should get back to work before my sister kicks my ass,” he says, standing back up. “I’ll see you tonight, nemesis.” Then he turns on his heels and heads back to the counter, saying something to Lup as he walks by. Kravitz watches him disappear into the back room.

Tonight.

Kravitz had better make sure he had hung his cloak up to dry.

#this is like. 2k words of unpolished nonsense that desperately needs an edit BUT i had a lot of fun with it #i dont know how the powers work or where they are or why they're fighting or who theyre affiliated with ok just roll w/#*roll w/me on this one. just go with it #taako's name was selected by virtue of being the only thing on his wiki page that sounded even remotely like a good supervillain name #taakitz #taz balance #mine

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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Title: Go To Bed

Chapter: 1/1 (can be considered a follow up to Goodest Boy or a standalone. You don’t need to read Goodest Boy to understand what’s going on.)

Summary: He’s just one giant toddler when he’s been drinking

Rating: T

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Drunk Henry. My botched attempt at a drunken British accent.

In retrospect, staying with Henry at the same time that a 'very important rugby match' was on TV, may have been a bad idea. Don't get me wrong, everyone was super polite. They were also super loud. And as the night wore on, they became super drunk. Add to that the fact that I know nothing about rugby and I wasn't having the best of times. I definitely should have tried to reschedule my visit for the next time I would be back in London. It was only a few weeks away, rugby season would be over by then, right? Did rugby have a season, or was it an all the time thing?

I could probably ask him that when he was sober. As for right now, he was several rounds deep, and probably wouldn't understand the question if I did ask. If he could even hear me. How are they all so loud? Which team was I supposed to be rooting for again? They are all probably drunk enough to not notice me leave right now. I could just walk right out of this madness and curl up all cozy with a book.

My plan went off without a hitch, easily detangling myself from the pile of dudes drunkenly fixated on the TV and walking straight out and up to the guest room. I should probably lock the door in case Henry forgets I'm here and offers the room to one of his pals. The last thing I want to deal with is a drunken stranger in my room in the middle of the night.

The door muffled their boisterous laughter and cheering well enough. I could still hear them, but I was able to concentrate on my book. I fully drowned out the noise as I immersed myself into my favorite fantasy realm for what had to be the tenth time. Once my eyes grew too heavy to force open anymore, I marked my page and clicked off the bedside lamp, snuggling down into the bed for a good night's sleep. I had the suspicion I was going to be the one making breakfast tomorrow.

What was that sound? It sounds like scratching. Is Henry's house haunted? I really needed to check if people's homes were haunted before staying with them for any length of time. When I heard it again, it was accompanied by a whimpering sound, followed by a booming bark. Good news, it was just a bear scratching at my door, not a demon! Henry probably forgot to let him out again before he went to bed.

"Shh, buddy, Henry's probably getting some much needed sleep right now." I soothed as I opened the door. Kal hopped down the hallway, whimpering and tapping his feet when I didn't follow right away. Poor boy must really have to go. "Alright, come on. Let's get you settled for the night." I sighed, following after him.

I was more than a little confused when Kal led me to the kitchen instead of the backdoor. Did Henry not give him dinner? No, he fed him before everyone came over. Was that little piggy trying for another dinner?

"Kaaaaal!" I heard a familiar voice drag out, followed by what could only be described as giggling. "Kal, ca' you ope' the pea'butter?" I cautiously peered around the island, groaning when I saw Henry sprawled out on his back, attempting to open the bottom of a jar of peanut butter. He must really be out of it.

"Henry." I called, slowly stepping closer to him.

"Abi!" He cheered, lifting his head to look at me, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Is there a reason you're laying on the kitchen floor?"

"I... I drop it." Henry explained, holding the jar up, only for it to tumble out of his hands once more, bouncing off his stomach. "Ouch. Not nice."

"Can you stand up? You'd sleep a lot better if you went to bed." I explained, offering him my hand to help him up.

"M' fine." Henry scoffed, abruptly popping himself up into a sitting position. He blinked rapidly a few times, trying to regain his equilibrium before turning his head to look at me. "Abi!" He cheered again, throwing his arms around me locking me in a bear hug, his face buried in my stomach. "You' so nice." He mumbled, his voice muffled by my shirt.

"Ok, save the snuggles for when you're in bed." I sighed, wiggling my way out of his grasp.

"You stay wit' me?" He gasped excitedly, scrambling to his feet and accidentally tackling me when he tried to me hug again, somehow managing to twist us so he took the brunt of the fall. "I... 'm sorry." He mumbled after a second, popping his head up to look at me, still clutched to his chest like a child with a teddy bear.

"Come on, you need to get to bed. No more tackling." I attempted again, slipping free again and stepping back as my gigantic host rose to his feet. It was times like this, when he was unsteady and unaware of his sheer mass, that I am reminded of exactly large he is. He typically carries himself very well, he is gentle in spite of his strength. When he's drunk, he's a bull in a china shop.

"m snack." He whined, looking dejectedly at the still un opened jar of peanut butter on the floor.

"Sorry buddy, I talked with sober Henry and he told me he has a strict rule about peanut butter in the bed."

"He sound' like a... stupid." Henry mumbled, leaning against the island and rubbing at his eyes.

"Now come on, big guy. Bed time." I repeated, gently turning his shoulders toward the hall and giving him a small push in the correct direction.

"'s your bed time." He grumbled, taking unsteady steps to the hallway, pausing when he reached the archway, leaning on it and looking back at me again. "You' go ta bed."

"After I make sure you're safe for the night." I compromised, shooing him down the hall again.

"I can... I can take care 'o m'self." He scoffed, pinballing his way down the hall to the stairs. "See? You' bein' dramatic." He yawned, plopping down on the third stair and leaning back against the rest them.

"And you are trying to take a nap on a staircase."

"No 'm not."

"Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, get your ass up those stairs and go to bed, right now!"

"Tha'... tha's kinda hot." Henry chuckled, his eyes popping open to look at me again. "You bein' bossy. So lil' and bein' bossy." He continued rambling as he crawled his way up the stairs, giggling to himself the entire time. "Call' m' by m' full name an' ever'thin'."

"Keep it moving." I sighed, grabbing onto his hips to steady him when he stood himself back up to weave his way down the hall, finally shoving the giant onto his bed, relief washing over me when he landed face down, bouncing safely on the mattress. "I'll get you some water and a painkiller. Don't move." Henry groaned and shot me a thumbs up from his face down position, finally turning his head so he could breathe.

I was halfway back up the steps, Kal dutifully following me when I heard a loud thud from upstairs. Of course that stubborn man wouldn't listen when I told him to stay put. I rushed the rest of the way back to his room, rolling my eyes when I found him sitting on the floor, trying to wrestle his shirt over his head.

"Help." He whined, pausing in his struggle when he took notice of me and his canine companion standing in the doorway. Kal only huffed at his human, trotting over to his bed and curling up for the night, content his job was done.

"I thought I told you to stay still." I chastised, setting the glass of water and pill bottle down before helping him out of his shirt.

"I gotta take a piss." He grouched, pushing himself up on unsteady legs and stumbling off to the bathroom.

"I am not cleaning your bathroom if you pee on everything!" I called after him, my shoulders slumping when I heard him start swearing from the bathroom. "You just peed on everything, didn't you?"

"No! Fuckin' zipper!" He yelled back. "AH HA! I got it! Hey... Hey, Abi, I got it." He called triumphantly.

"Thank God." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was getting a headache of my own from dealing with this over grown toddler. "And make sure you leave your underwear on!"

"'S on!" He grouched, shuffling back in just his underwear, sending me a dopey grin. "Abi!"

"Yes, Henry. I'm still here."

"Oh 'm glad 's you." He laughed, wrapping me in his arms and leaning his weight on me. "You... you're th' bes'."

"And you are drunk." I reminded him, shuffling us around to sit him on the edge of the bed.

"So pretty." He sighed, snatching me up again and burying his face in my chest. "Mrr mmeee."

"I'm sorry, Henry, I can't hear you."

"I said marry me!" Henry repeated, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he looked up at me. "It'll be great!"

"Now I know you're trashed." I laughed, pushing his forehead until he fell back on the mattress.

"Noooo." He whined reaching for me again, though I was sure to stay out of his reach this time.

"You don't know what you're saying, Henry." I soothed, grabbing his long, muscular legs and heaving them up onto the bed.

"Yeah I do." He pouted, his hazy eyes locking on me again. "You're th' bes'. You... You're always there 'f me. Gon' marry you."

"Ok, big guy." I sighed, throwing the blankets over him.

"Stay." His voice was so quiet I wasn't sure I heard him at first, but then I heard him wiggling around in the bed before speaking again. "Plea' stay?"

"Henry, you're drunk. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Pleeeeease?" He whined, pouting back at me. "I wan' make sure you don' run 'way 'morrow."

"I won't go anywhere, Hank. Get some sleep, I'll check on you in the morning."

To say I was surprised to find Henry not only walking around the next day, but bringing me a cup of coffee before I even woke up, would be an understatement. He looked freshly showered, he had dressed himself and judging from the smell wafting through the house, he even cooked something. He really was Superman.

"Morning, Abi." He greeted, shooting me that obnoxiously handsome grin.

"Morning, Henry." I yawned, sitting up and rubbing at my eyes. "Feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm doing much better now. Thank you for helping me last night."

"I'm shocked you're doing so good."

"Well, it is almost three in the afternoon." Henry chuckled, shaking his head at my panicked look.

"Why did you let me sleep so long?!" I gasped, scrambling out of the bed like it burned me.

"I'm pretty sure I kept you up a fair bit last night. It's all a bit fuzzy, honestly, but I thought you earned a bit of a lay in."

"How much do you remember about last night?"

"Not much. I remember wanting peanut butter and you yelling at me, but not much else."

"So you don't remember asking me to marry you?" I teased, laughing when all the color drained from his face. "You know, if you wanted to be more than friends, all you had to do was ask."

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emmanelson · 3 years

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Chapter 3: Feelings and First Times

A little prequel that takes place during 2.01-2.02 when Devi is dating both Ben and Paxton. The first time they have sex, it isn’t in a friends-with-benefits relationship. It’s bordering on the brink of something real, something special, at least in Paxton’s retrospect.

tw: rated M for sexual content

In the days that followed Devi deciding to date both Ben and Paxton, their relationship moved at a quicker pace than expected. Paxton meant what he said by wanting to make the time they still had together count, even if it would only be for a couple more weeks. So when Devi is invited to the Hall-Yoshida household that Friday night with the implicit instruction to stay over, she tells her mom she is sleeping over at Eleanor’s and is maybe even a little too eager to get there, the walk feels more like a sprint. They had tried taking the next step a few times, and then realized they wanted to live long enough to actually see each other, so doing it at the Vishwakumar residence was out of the question.

She isn’t expecting much, a pizza, maybe some video games in the garage and then she’d retire to Rebecca’s room and try to raid her closet unsuccessfully. But what she arrived at was a whole other story.

She was greeted at the door with a long, slow kiss and Paxton’s lit up face as he ushered her inside.

“We’ve gone on enough dates for me to get that it means one on one, so tonight it’s just us.” He was biting the inside of his cheek.

“Do you have protection?”

“Yeah I-Why, do you?” Leave it to Devi to be the first one to bring up sex. She did say that Paxton brought out her mega-horny side after all, and never thought she would actually get this close to having sex before being moved halfway around the world.

“Yeah, I kind of panicked and asked Kamala to buy me some at the drug store and drop it off a block away so my mom didn’t catch on.” For talking a big game, Devi knew next to nothing about sex. She only knew what she saw in tv shows, read about in weird Wattpad-fanfiction-turned-best-selling-novels, and researched on the internet. She had tried watching porn once but she clicked play when her airpod was off and you couldn’t pay her to relive that experience and the horror of her mom asking what she was doing.

“I kinda asked my parents to take Becca out for the night. I wanna show you something.” Paxton lightly took her head as they walked up the staircase towards his bedroom. Not the garage, not the couch, his room.

“If this is going to be one of the last weekends we have together, I wanted it to be special and shit.” She had been in Paxton’s room before, but had never seen it so clean, and was that the smell of fresh sheets? Upon taking in Devi’s widened gaze, he quickly backtracked and shook his head vigorously. “Not that we have to fool around or do anything that you don’t want to.”

Devi was shaking her head and stifling a laugh for a whole other reason.

“I just wanted you to have something that was something out of the stupid chick-flicks that Becca makes me watch. Something that you can think about while you’re in India and I’m stuck here. I had to use these dumb environmentally friendly light bulbs that my mom buys because the last time we had real candles, there was an incident with Trent and the house almost burned down.”

He had lit candles, or at least light bulbs in the shape of candles, ushered his family out of the house and seemed rather hesitant about asking for sex. She couldn’t believe this was her life right now. Her relationship with Paxton had always been somewhat based on physical attraction. When they first talked and she asked him for sex, to when they started dating and moved onto beyond chaste kisses and lingering touches over clothes to long makeout sessions and bruised lips and body parts.

If anything it only made her want him more and she eagerly hooked her arms around his neck. “This is perfect. More than perfect actually, you didn’t have to go through all the trouble, but I’m glad you did.”

Normally Devi was the one rambling and Paxton was the one initiating things between them, it was kind of a rush to be on the other side of things for a change.

“I want my first time to be with you, here, just like this.” She whispered against his mouth, watching as his lips curved upwards into a wide smile.

He took his time kissing her, familiarizing himself with her body, teasing things out in her that she figured laid dormant. He was moving so slow that Devi was getting frustrated as they fell back onto his bed.

“I know I’m the virgin here, but doesn’t it usually move a lot quicker than this?” She was trying to unbutton his jeans, lift up his shirt to feel his abs, anything to speed things up but Paxton simply continued pushing his tongue past her lips and making her head spin.

A hand snaked under her shirt and Devi immediately moved to cover her breasts, insecurity surfacing at the worst time.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know I have small boobs and I’m not like Zoe or Shira levels of hotness. So if this isn’t, you know up to par with the sex you usually have, I understand.”

Paxton only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Did she really not know how he felt about her?

“Not only are you beautiful on the outside, but you’re gorgeous on the inside, something that they...are lacking.”

His words always made her flush, and this time was no exception. “I like your body. Now can I continue to appreciate it the way it deserves?” He chuckled under his breath and with one hand, grabbed both of hers and pinned them above her head. Her eyes widened in surprise and anticipation, she bit down on her bottom lip and if things weren’t already well on their way, he would have muttered something about wanting to do very dirty things to her. Repeatedly.

“If this is the first time, and quite possibly the last time we have to do this, you better believe that I am going to be taking my time with you.” He caught her lower lip with his teeth, slowing his movements which only made a whine emit from deep in her throat.

Paxton’s free hand moved between her legs and brushed her core through her underwear. Without breaking eye contact he moved her panties aside and inserted one finger into her, and then another.

The sudden pressure made Devi suck in a breath, no amount of YA novels or research could have prepared her for what it would actually feel like. Her whole body lit up, as if she was covered in gasoline and Paxton had lit a match, starting a fire that only seemed to spread.

“So tight.” His breath came out ragged, his jeans tightening against him. Paxton thought that guys thought about sex more than girls, and he hadn’t heard anything to the contrary until he met Devi. She had stared at him one too many times past the point of charming and made remarks about wanting to “climb him like a jungle gym.” Mostly through text to Fabiola and Eleanor that he may have happened to stumble upon when he used her phone to play Candy Crush.

In the days that followed their kiss in the park, Paxton wanted to nail his next history while Devi made it increasingly difficult to concentrate with all the short skirts she would wear, and don’t forget about the constant sexual innuendos she would make that went over his head because they had to do with whatever subject they were learning about.

“Is this okay?” He asked, his eyes searching hers for any hint of hesitation. One word, and he would gladly stall his movements. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, just go faster. I want more of you. All of you.”

This night was all about making her comfortable, making sure she was getting the most out of this, that her needs were met. A selfish part of him hoped that if he made a lasting impression, she wouldn’t come back from India with a smarter, hotter, boyfriend or worse, fiance. His fears only made his grip on her tighten and tilt her chin up so she was forced to meet his eyes.

“Tell me, in words or else I’ll just assume and that’s a really shitty thing to do.” He spoke slowly, deliberately as her eyes fixated on his chest.

“I want you inside of me.”

Paxton breathed out a sigh of relief, or was Devi breathing out her own? He withdrew his hand and her body instantly shivered at the loss of contact. Within the time it took for him to shake off his jeans, Devi had regained control of her hands and grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt into her hands, yanking it over his head in record time.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Shh, this is about making you feel good.” He mumbled into her hair, dragging his lips towards her ear as she ground her hips into his. He took a condom out of his jeans pocket and rolled it on before positioning himself in between her legs.

He pushed into her slowly, the movements stilling as Devi dug her nails into his back in retaliation. She grimaced at the feeling, her body was tightly wound up and only when Paxton began to move his body at a quicker pace, did hers relax in response.

They laid in bed after, Devi’s legs felt like the jello and even if she had to be home in a few hours, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk without falling or at least looking like a klutz. “Is that a picture of Gigi Hadid on your ceiling?”

Now it was Paxton’s turn to almost flush to an unseemly red color.

“I’ve had that up there forever, just forgot to take it down that’s all.”

“Do you look at it when you, you know?”

“I was just inside you Vishwakumar, I think we’re as intimate as two people can be. You can say the word masturbate.”

“Well, do you?” She pressed, ignoring the way nerves once more fluttered against her stomach. “Do you ever think of me, when you touch yourself?”

“If only you knew.” He murmured against her neck, not wanting to give away just how many nights he spent relieving himself to the memory of their first kiss, or more recently, to their makeout sessions that didn’t just leave her hot and bothered, but him as well. “That was your first time right?”

“Is it that obvious? Should I just have had the word virgin written across my forehead?”

“I think it’s cool that you waited or whatever. Did what was right for you.”

“Why? What was your first time like?” Devi didn’t want to pry, or ask something too personal, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious.

“Um, I think I was 14.”

“14? As in like freshman year of high school?” That was one year younger than her current age, it made bile rise to her throat at the thought.

“Eighth grade. It was the summer before high school and the JV and Varsity swim teams invited us incoming freshmen to a party, to get to know each other and whatnot. It was chaperoned by this one guy’s sister, I think she was 21. Her name was Stacey or Stephanie, something with an S. She brought us all beer and acted cooler than any of our parents at the time.” Devi didn’t say anything, but silently nodded and urged him to continue.

“Anyway, one night like the first week of school, we all get wasted right? Some more than others I guess, because I woke up not remembering anything that happened or even how I got so intoxicated. I was mostly drinking Coke the entire night, with some rum here and there sure, but nothing too extreme. I passed out on the couch and when I woke up, she was on top of me, stroking my hair, touching me, and telling me to stay quiet so we didn’t wake anyone up.”

“I-Is that all?” Her eyes were wide, almost glassy, and Paxton instantly felt years older than her. Like she was too innocent to be hearing this and yet here he was, exposing her to it anyway. Exposing her to the harsh reality that he didn’t want her to know, yet she was already familiar with after what happened to her dad.

“She started whispering in my ear. Tell me how I seemed really mature for my age and how college boys are so rowdy and they didn’t listen to her like I did. I don’t even remember us having any kind of in-depth conversation.” His voice dropped to a low whisper. “She said that it wasn’t cool to go into high school as a virgin, especially if you were a guy. The other guys on the swim team would just turn it into some kind of contest to see who could get laid the fastest. She said I would have a leg up on all of them and be able to show off.”

A bitter chuckle passed through his lips. “Except, I didn’t feel superior or like a man or wanted, I just felt empty.”

“Did you tell anyone?”

“Only Trent.”

Not wanting to sound rude, Devi bit her tongue and remained nonchalant. “Is Trent really the best person to be telling your secrets to?”

“He’s actually cool once you get to know him, okay? He told me that if I wanted to go to the cops and quote ‘make her a prison bitch’ unquote that he would back me up. He may act stoned 90% of the time, but he has a good heart. I trust him with my life.”

“Did um, did you ever see her again?” She asked patiently, as her fingers ran up and down the length of his torso.

“At that point, it didn’t matter. When I got back to school on Monday everyone had heard, turned me into the big man on campus and whatnot, whether I earned the title or not. I wish I had waited, you know? For my first time to be with someone that I really cared about.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know I’ve been with other girls before and you know, I’m some ladies man or shit. But that’s all it was you know, just sex. It’s isn’t like that with you.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, this was better than what I had in mind. It was better than any rom-com or YA novel.”

“This doesn’t mean nothing okay? It would never mean nothing, not with you.”

Devi immediately wanted to correct his use of a double negative, but she refrained. She was speechless, too raw, first from the sex they just had and then hearing Paxton’s story. She was touched that he felt comfortable sharing such a private event with her.

“Would you have done things different? Your first time I mean.” She asked quietly, finding her voice again after letting all the information she had just heard sink in.

“Well I definitely would have waited to do it when I was sober.”

“Everyone deserves a second change, a do-over. And you aren’t drunk or high or impaired in any way right now are you?”

“No.”

“So take your do-over.” Sure she didn’t handle her own trauma in the best manner, but she was surprisingly insistent in helping others overcome their own turmoil. Plus with her big brown eyes, Paxton felt like he was saying no to Bambi.

“Dev-”

“I want you to feel good.” His own words hung in the air between them uttered by her soft voice, only a silent nod of his head and Devi had pressed her lips against his and rolled them over so she was now flush against his chest. “We can go as painfully slow as you want.”

“So now you aren’t in a rush to jump me?” The warmth in his features returned, he seemed to have a genuine smile on his face and was raising an eyebrow at her in slightly amusement.

“Something tells me this won’t be the last time, we’ll get there.”

#daxton #daxton fanfic #devi x paxton #paxton x devi #daxtonedit #nhie fic #heatwavefic

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years

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number neighbor — tsukishima kei | [ 17 ] – you, clouds, rain

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in retrospect, perhaps you could’ve dealt with the current predicament better. perhaps you could’ve just ignored him when you two accidentally bumped into each other when both of you were too enamored within your phones. perhaps you shouldn’t have screamed the moment you looked up at him and caused a scene. there were a lot of ‘perhaps’ between you and tsukishima, too bad a ‘perhaps’ was simply a possibility and not reality.

“what are you doing here?” kei spoke. it was calm, yet there was something so venomous about his intentions hidden in the depths of his voice, you couldn’t help but feel an inkling of sadness within your gut.

“i’m supposed to be meeting someone.” you answered briefly.

“who?” he mused, “the guy you like?”

you raised your eyebrows at him intently. the moment your gazes locked onto each other, you couldn’t but be reminded on why you had fallen for such an enigma like tsukishima kei.

you hadn’t seen him in ages. he was your golden boy with hair all ruffled and messy, just how you liked it, and yet it still looked as if it was made from the finest alabaster silk. height and proportion given to him by the gods, he seemed too perfect in your eyes that he ended up breaking it. to you, he was nothing but artificial and synthetic.

and you wished he wasn’t.

“no.”

he scoffs, “then what are you doing here? stalking me?”

“stalking you?” you exclaimed, huffing at the audacity. “you would be the last person i would be stalking.”

“so you’re telling me, that we both suddenly come across each other by mere coincidence?” kei tested as you gradually grew suspect to him until you both received a buzz at your phones.

hin-a-ta

have fun on your date !! ;))

he had texted the both of you at the same time. you sighed, rolling your eyes. you felt your shoulders drop as kei’s gaze was looking at their surroundings for a dumb carrothead that wasn’t even present.

“great,” you deadpanned.

kei pulled at a face at you, one that you had to stop yourself from giggling. god, you hated how you still found him adorable. “that dumbass probably thinks i’m the guy you like.”

your eyes widened slightly, pursing your lips as you fiddled your fingers a bit. awkward silence fell upon you two like an uncomfortable, wet blanket as you both just stood there. neither had the audacity to say anything as people continued bustling past you two.

gulping, you flicker your gaze at him, parting your lips to speak, but you were ultimately cut off. a crash of thunder emitted from the skies just as quickly as the cerulean skies diminished into a light gray.

“shit,” you mutter. your hand extended out in front of you as minuscule drops of rain landed upon your palm, “it’s raining. what the hell—”

without missing a beat, kei quickly grabbed at your wrist and pulled you along with him.

your feet dragged against the pavement slightly as you struggled to catch up with the tall boy in front of you. he was obviously trying to find shade or some form of shelter to cover from the heavy downpour upon the city.

kei slows, pulling you next to him as the two of you stood huddled tightly under a newspaper stand with other strangers who seeked shelter from the rain.

you two were way too close for comfort, “this fucking sucks. i just wanted to see the cherry blossoms with friends but instead i’m stuck under a little ass roof of a newspaper stand with some dickhead.”

“says the girl who ignored me for weeks for no apparent reason,” kei scoffs.

“you’re a liar.”

furrowing his eyebrows, he pivoted his body to completely face you, which caused him to be much closer to your face the others surrounding you pushed further in for shelter. “a liar? how the hell—” he cut himself off as his gaze left you in annoyance, “please, y/n, enlighten me.”

“you lied about your feelings for me,” you answered completely. you didn’t care anymore as it probably didn’t matter at this point anyway.

you watched as kei’s eyes widened, lips parted slightly as he struggled to form the words that was right on his tongue. “How—?”

“the night of the reunion, you were incredibly drunk and i was there to help you sober up a bit.” you began to explain, “i was with you for a while up until we needed to leave. but a couple minutes before that, you told me that i was beautiful and had feelings for me. we ended up kissing before yamaguchi took you home.”

kei’s expression was unreadable at this point, but it was evident this was new information for him.

“the thing is, the only reason why i was ignoring you was that i was trying to lose my feelings for you since you told me that what you said was a lie.” you finished your thought, eyes staring at kei’s as you tried to find some kinda of answer within them. you hated to admit it, but there was a hope inside you that this outcome with be different.

“i-i didn’t know.” was all he said, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion.

“what do you mean?”

kei shook his head, “i couldn’t remember a thing from that night. from what hinata told me, i thought i did something so stupid that it would cause you to hate me.”

oh. well that explains it.

you mentally facepalmed yourself as you tilted your head back to scoff before letting his rest against kei’s chest. “i’m an idiot.”

“it’s okay, i should’ve said something.” kei mutters, his hand patting the of your head, “besides, i’m the only one who gets to call you that, idiot.”

you laughed slightly into kei’s chest. his torso filled with warmth as he felt his heart pound against his ribcage much harder than usual.

lifting your head from his chest, you looked out into the city as the rain didn’t seem as if it was going to cease anytime soon. a sigh escapes your lips as you turned back towards kei.

you opened your mouth in attempt to say something, but you were immediately interrupted a hand lifting up your chin and bringing you close. before you had even comprehended what happened, your lips pressed against kei’s as if it was the missing piece of a puzzle. the world around you blurred into nothing but the crisp speing air and the blatant white noise of pouring rain.

you two were the only thing that mattered at that moment.

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a/n: since we’re nearing the end of this smau,, i’ve decided to write a little as the scenario would be better told through writing than texts. hope you all liked it :))

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years

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For your title thing: "with these hands" :)

Steve is cake artist and works in his other’s family bakery. It’s a small thing, kinda hidden away, but its a gem to Brooklyn and people adore it. They’re constantly busy, especially wedding season. Sarah runs the front and Steve runs the back, making the baked goods, decorating them, etc. They’re so busy that they’d had to hire extra help through Bucky and Clint. Clint, of course does deliveries because Sarah can’t trust him alone with her apple tarts. Now, despite in the need of hearing aids, the scrawny blonde knows their regular’s voices and can tell you their orders. Thompson likes the black coffee and muffin donut. Victor likes a weak brewed tea and a apple fritter. Oliver likes an espresso and a blueberry muffin. For the last week, Steve has heard a new voice come in, a charming one. British. She sounds labored at first, like she’s in pain and it’s an old pain that she’s suffering from. He can guess that by the way she carries her tone. He tries to ask his ma or Bucky about her but by the time things calm down, they’ve forgotten. Sarah is out sick one morning when Steve has to man the front with what limited supplies they have, putting a sign at the door that they’ll be closing early. He’s slightly startled when one of his first customers of the morning rush is a beautiful brunette with a sharp jawline, beautiful honey-pooled eyes, and a demanor that claims the room she walks into. She walks with the aid of a cane, putting more weight on it than necessary. Steve can’t see over the counter, but he can hear her cane hitting the floor. She’s taken aback by Steve being there, but orders the usual Steve has heard for the last week. Black Coffe [since Steve doesn’t know how to make tea] and a slice of an apple tart. Steve makes mention that this is his birthday tart she makes every year and the woman smiles knowingly. She’s quiet and polite, but she watches Steve like a hawk as he loads the tart into a box. Her fingers brush over his as he hands the box over and Steve’s mind is blank. He nearly forgets her name when she leaves. Peggy. Peggy Carter. When Sarah is feeling better that evening as Steve drops off soup, she tells Steve about Peggy. How she’s visiting Brooklyn with her brother whose in the hospital for a new type of treatment. That’s who the apple tart is for. Steve knows the hospital life better than anyone, so he maybe does something stupid. It does prove to be stupid when Steve realizes mid-way that he doesn’t know her brother’s name, so he’s standing in middle of the hospital the next day with a container of coffee and a box of donuts and a whole apple tart. He’s getting ready to leave since he’s embarrassed himself but as he turns, he hears Peggy’s voice. She asks him what the’s doing here and not at the bakery. A man in a wheelchair that looks just like her is rolling beside her and she’s leaning on a dark wooden cane, raising an eyebrow at Steve. He’s stammering so much that her brother has to take mercy and snatch the donuts up. Steve admits he was looking for her and wanted to...welcome her into town since she’s new, even if visiting and how he used to go to this very hospital lots. It all spills out and then some and Micheal is staring at Steve, mimicking a hamster with his cheeks stuffed while Peggy is trying her damn best not to smile. Admirable and very sweet in Steve’s own way, she supposes. And quite frankly she has no choice but to say yes or else Micheal would not let her down [Or so that’s her reasoning even if she /likes/ Steve.] Steve shows Peggy around New York, getting to know her. She has to drag information out of him about his own life just because he wants to hear all about her. She tells him she’s from London, she was set to join the military with her brother when she was young, but the day she flew out on Micheal’s private plane, it was shot down. No one can prove it was shot down, but the Carter’s know and its been an investigation between them since. Even if no one believes them. She tells Steve this with confidence and he’s confused as to why because it seems confidential. Peggy shrugs and just says because he’d believe her. She’s right. Turns out, Micheal’s therapy is stretched on for another three months. They rent a small apartment near Steve’s and Steve is there every day with some treats or cooking for the Carter’s, getting to know them. He comes to find out they both have PTSD from the flight. They came to America by boat. In retrospect, Peggy is still pretty messed up by the crash and it seems a not-so pleasant charming life back home as she makes it seem. Or so Steve gathers from the slight conversations he heard between the Carter siblings. Things come to an ugly head when Micheal disappears one day with no warning. Steve drops his life as a baker to help Peggy embark on a journey to find the lost Carter brother and unravel secrets of the Carter family that should’ve never came to light. He uses his time to get to know Peggy and learn the poise attitude she poses is a facade and inside, she’s raw and hurting. It hurts to see, but its a show of trust that she likes Steve, even if those she has feelings for, bad things happen to. Basically: Peggy has PTSD and isn’t in a good place physically or mentally despite she forces herself to be to protect others. The Carter family isn’t what it seems and Steve is drawn into finding Micheal and helping heal Peggy and allow her to get some closure. no, i do not know where i was going with this

#steggy #stevepeggy #peggy carter #steve rogers #michael carter

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gamerwoo · 5 years

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Baekhyun: Persona (part 19: somebody knows i’m ar3um)

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Summary: Rising Twitch streamer, Baekhyun has a massive crush on a popular Twitch streamer who goes by the name “ar3um”. You never knew Baekhyun even existed until a few odd turn of events that led you to get closer with him until you can’t help but fall for his own charm. There are only two problems: Baekhyun has his heart set on someone else, and he doesn’t know that you, his friend’s reclusive roommate, is actually the faceless girl he’s falling for.

a/n: so I took a break for a week because despite updating everyday, people were still nagging me for updates. so basically don’t ask me for updates because I’m doing things as fast as I can (and it literally says in my faq to not ask for updates). that being said, I hurt my back and honestly just sitting hurts, so I can’t write more updates and there’s only one update left that I’ve already written and saved to my drafts, so I can’t promise daily updates nor can I give a solid update schedule (and I’m leaving for New York on Friday and won’t be back until Monday). so I’m just going to be updating whenever I can until I’m feeling better. and no, that doesn’t mean you can ask me about when the next update will be

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Before Chanyeol had so rudely barged into not only your apartment, but your room, you were streaming as normal. Junmyeon had said he was leaving for a late class, and you said “see you later, Junmyeon,” before he left. That was what tipped off Chanyeol to your secret. You thought he was too busy with his friends to even listen to your stream, but he was on his way home when he heard it.

“Gotcha!” he shouted with a smirk on his face, seeing your surprised expression.

He knew he was the first to figure it out. He was considered the dumb one in his friend group, and he was proud to have been the first to figure out the mystery of who ar3um was. He felt like a genius.

“What’re you doing here?”

The familiar voice made him jump instead, spinning around to see who it was. He assumed you had been home alone since he didn’t see Junmyeon anywhere -- then again, he could’ve been in his room and Chanyeol’s outburst would definitely catch his attention.

Sehun was walking out of the bathroom, giving Chanyeol a quizzical look.

“Sehun?” Chanyeol asked, looking completely confused. “What are you doing here?”

He just shrugged, “Hanging out.”

“With _____? Why--? Wait, hanging out?” Chanyeol’s mind was going a million miles a minute as he tried to make sense of everything going on. “Wait, so... You knew?”

Sehun nodded casually, hands in the pockets of his joggers as he slipped passed the older boy to sit down on your bed like you’d been friends for years. You were still in your gaming chair in front of your setup, watching the interaction silently.

Chanyeol watched him, his eyes narrowed before they widened again, “Oh my god, are you actually dating?!”

“No,” you mumbled with a disgusted look on your face at the same time Sehun burst out in laughter and said, “Fuck no!”

“Wait, so then...what happened?”

Before Chanyeol had burst in, Sehun was talking to you on Discord.

oohsehun: I’m awake if you’re still streaming

ar3um: yeah, I am

ar3um: when’s baek get home?

oohsehun: Why do you always wanna play with him?

ar3um: no reason, just think the three of you are fun to play with

oohsehun: He tells us when you talk to him yknow

oohsehun: You talk to him a lot more than you talk to us

oohsehun: Not that I’m mad about it. I don’t actually want to date you, I just do that shit to tease Baek

ar3um: whats your point?

oohsehun: You like hyung, don’t you?

ar3um: okay lets say i did like him

ar3um: so what?

oohsehun: Wouldn’t you tell him who you really are then? Nobody knows, and if you wanted to date him, he’d kinda have to know

ar3um: i know that

ar3um: but i don’t wanna tell him yet

ar3um: so please don’t bring it up around him or anything, okay? i’ll tell him when i’m ready

oohsehun: Don’t worry, I won’t

oohsehun: Besides, he’s pretty clueless despite him being book smart. He literally has no idea you’re _____

Your heart stopped, your body froze, and you couldn’t stop reading it over and over again. Sehun knew? How did he know? When did he find out? Why didn’t he say anything? You were panicking so badly that you just ended the stream completely. Your hands were shaking so badly, you knew you wouldn’t be able to play anything.

oohsehun: I didn’t mean to freak you out

oohsehun: I’ll come over

You had let him into the apartment, and then into your room since he’d already called you out. He sat on your bed while you sat at your PC and listened to him explain how he figured it out.

“I follow both your twitter and ar3um’s, and you tweeted something pretty similar. I knew it wasn’t much to go off of, but I was watching you play at the gaming cafe, too. I’ve watched your streams only a handful of times, but I’ve seen you clutch plays like that before. I wasn’t positive, but I kind of had a suspicion. That was only furthered when ar3um tweeted she had homework to do and couldn’t stream that one time, and then I just happened to have had to stop by here to get my headset back from Junmyeon. You were in the living room doing homework that night.

“Typically, I wouldn’t have cared enough to look into it. Honestly, I didn’t really give a shit who ar3um was, but then I went with Yixing to check on you. You two went to the kitchen and I had to use the bathroom, and Yixing told me not to go snooping. Well, I didn’t care enough to listen, so while you and hyung were making boring small-talk in the kitchen, I was looking around the apartment out of boredom. I didn’t go into your room because I’m not a creep, but I went into Junmyeon’s and saw the Twitch sweatshirt with ar3um’s name on it.”

So that’s where your sweatshirt went. Clearly, it was a mistake to get it baggy.

“It was pretty obvious after that, but then it just kept getting more and more obvious. I brought up the ‘you sound like ar3um’ thing to tease you and give you a hint that I knew, but you didn’t realize. You said on stream you met your ‘friend’ through a mutual friend -- you met Baekhyun through Junmyeon. Ar3um followed Baekhyun randomly. It was like, a couple weeks later out of literally nowhere. She hadn’t followed anybody else, so I knew it wasn’t just random chance. She didn’t follow him when he was mentioned during her stream, it was just out of nowhere.

“By this point, I obviously already knew it was you, so it made sense to pick me or Chanyeol for your contest over Baekhyun because picking Baekhyun would be too obvious. And I knew you did all of this because you had a crush on him. Any idiot could tell, but Baekhyun’s not just any idiot. You two spend all your time together, and from what Junmyeon says, you’re not one to spend your time with anybody outside your apartment. It was really easy to piece together, honestly -- especially in retrospect since we never really saw you around. I just didn’t bother saying anything because I don’t care and it’s not my business.”

After hearing his explanation, you realized you weren’t as sneaky as you thought you were. There were too many hints and clues. You just didn’t think Sehun would’ve known this entire time.

“If you didn’t care...why did you keep digging?” you wondered quietly, unable to look Sehun in the eye.

Through your peripherals, you saw him shrug, “There wasn’t much to dig for. Everything was right in front of our faces -- except the Twitch sweatshirt, but I could’ve figured it out even without that, and I only went snooping in hyung’s room because I was bored, not because I was looking for clues. But I was bored and keeping up with this gives me something to do. Kinda wanna see how long it takes for Baek to realize. I don’t think you know how amusing it is to see how fucking stupid he is.”

Sehun’s amused smirk made you feel slightly better about this, but you still felt anxiety coursing through your veins. You couldn’t believe you’d gotten caught. What were you supposed to do now?

“You’re clearly still terrified,” he began as he stood, “so I’m gonna give you a minute while I use the bathroom.”

And that was when Chanyeol burst into your room.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened as he jaw dropped, dumbfounded that Sehun somehow figured it out. He kept saying it wasn’t you. Most importantly, he was supposed to be asleep!

“You were watching her stream?” Chanyeol questioned.

“No,” Sehun scoffed, “I’m just not a moron. I knew it the whole time.”

Chanyeol’s face fell, sputtering out beginnings to questions and sentences but not knowing which one to finish.

“I’m-- I didn’t figure it out first...?” he asked, his voice quiet and sad.

You and Sehun both shook his heads -- Sehun looked casual and almost uncaring while you looked upset that somebody else caught on.

“If it makes you feel any better, you figured it out before Baekhyun-hyung.”

“Speaking of which,” you finally spoke up, looking between the two boys, “you cannot tell him or any of your friends. Absolutely nobody can know.”

“I haven’t told anybody yet, have I?” Sehun pointed out.

Chanyeol just nodded, “Got it. ...Wait, what about Junmyeon?”

Sehun sighed, falling back on your bed, “Maybe Baekhyun still is smarter than you.”

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oblivious ☆ part one

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: swearing

plot: (Y/N) could not make it anymore obvious, she was dropping Peter hints like crazy. Despite being insanely intelligent, Peter can be so blind to his surroundings.

A/N: A classic plot, part two here

“You’re such a nerd,” (y/n) laughs, hitting Peters arm.

“I-is that a bad thing?” Peter asks.

“No, it’s actually attractive.”

Peters face burns up at that comment, but (y/n) just sits there smiling innocently.

She couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t attractive to him, ever since that faithful day on the seventh grade, she was trash for him. At first, she was just physically attracted to him, she didn’t know him. During ninth grade though, her prayers were answered and she was assigned to be his partner in science. Their friendship blossomed, she got to know Ned and Michelle, becoming a part of their crew. But (y/n) always hoped for more with Peter. She didn’t make any moves at first, that idea was petrifying. Her? Flirt with Peter? She would die on the spot.

It was during junior year she changed. She was just so fed up with Peter getting hurt by Liz and him complaining how he was going to die alone. She was about to burst into flames, she was right there wasn’t she? Thus, she began taking bolder moves. It was baby steps at first, like sitting next to him at lunch or saying she liked his shirt. However, a month into her new plan, she was full-blown flirting with him.

Ned and Michelle began to notice with the subtle hints. Then their suspicions were completely confirmed during gym, where she said, “Wow, Peter, your arms are ripped. It’s like you can carry me.”

In retrospect that was a terrible attempt at flirting, but at least she was blunt.

When Ned and Michelle asked about it, (y/n) didn’t even stutter. She said, “Yeah, he better notice that dumbass.”

Peter being Peter was oblivious to it. When Ned told him that he should make a move on (y/n), he almost choked. He responded with, “She would never like a guy like me. What even gave you the idea of that?”

When Ned proceeded to ask Peter if he liked her, he just said, “K-kinda? She was really cute in tenth grade, but I don’t think she sees me in that way. I feel like I should move on.”

While they were sitting on his couch, (y/n) just wanted to ask him out, The words would never formed, just like the other times she told herself she would just be straightforward. She could easily flirt, but when the time came she just couldn’t. Flirting was different, she could always pass it off as her teasing him if he wasn’t interested. But the second she would confess her feelings, she’s left in a completely vulnerable spot. She was scared that he would reject her, that he’ll laugh in her face. So she just prays that one day Peter will finally notice.

He takes a sip from the hot chocolate they have. Peter calms down enough from (y/n)’s comment to say, “Do you really think it’s attractive?”

This was it, this was the break. (y/n) tries to conceal her smile, with “Yeah, of course it is Peter.”

“I hope Cecilia thinks so too.”

(y/n) nearly spits out her hot chcolate, “Execuse me?”

“I asked her out.”

“Wh-, what- I mean when did she come in the picture?” (y/n)’s confidence that she carried has disappeared, her voice was shaky.

“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about it for a few months. I have her in my english class and she’s super nice and chill. I just thought, why not?”

“Few month? H-how long was a few months?”

“Maybe October-ish?”

(y/n) was losing it. She’s been flirting with him since September and it’s December right now. She was shooting her shot for months, but he was focused on someone else half of the time, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was that important,” Peter shrugs.

“But we’re friends,” the distress was becoming clearer in her voice, “You were supposed to tell me!”

“I don’t know, it seemed minor with all the stress from junior year. But I’m taking her ice skating,” Peter says. He was taken aback from her reaction. He was expecting support from her and them celebrating by clinking their mugs, but she was asking so many questions.

“You don’t even know how to ice skate.”

“Well she said she wanted to and that she could teach me.”

“I don’t understand,” her heart was breaking bit by bit. She sets down the mug on the table.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Just like, you have never mentioned her once. Then all of sudden you’re dating her,” (y/n) voice was becoming weaker, she close to losing it. Her heart was dropping to the bottom of her chest, her spirits were crushed.

“I wouldn’t say dating,” Peter says, “Aren’t you happy for me?”

(y/n) looks at him, he did look hurt. He was that type of confused hurt, where he didn’t know what’s wrong. She could tell him right now. She could say, hey Peter I’ve been in crushing on you since the seventh grade! Then maybe, it would be alright. But then she thinks to when Peter told her about his date, he was beaming. Her disapproval in Cecilia definitely extinguished his happiness. She sucks it up and smiles, “Yes, yes. Of course I’m happy for you.”

Peter smiles again, placing his mug down. He takes her into an embrace, “I’m so happy.”

She manages a weak laugh,holding him back. She inhales his scent, letting her smile slide off her face just for a second. She held him a bit too long, but she wanted to be close to him, she wasn’t sure if he would ever hug her again. Cecilia could be a completely controlling for all she knows. (y/n) finally pulls away, forcing a smile back on her face.

“When’s the date?” (y/n) manages to muster.

“Tomorrow, after school. Not to be rude but I have to leave for my internship soon it’s 5,” Peter says.

She shoots up from her spot, “Right of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She’s out the door before Peter can ever respond, her heart was shattering into a million pieces. She should have known if she didn’t ask him out, someone else would. He was adorable with his dorky smile and his fluffy hair. She should have asked him out, god, been more clear. She could’ve done anything.

Her heartbreak carries into the next day when she arrives at school. She really played herself, flirting but never asking him out. All night she felt jealousy and anger at Cecilia, even though she knows it’s not her fault. She walks to their usual spot, spying Ned and MJ already there chatting.

“Did you guys know?” (y/n) asks, slumping against the wall.

“You’re going to be more specific,” Michelle responds.

“About Peters crush on Cecilia.”

“You didn’t know?” Ned asks.

Her eyes shoot up to meet Ned’s. She assumed they wouldn’t know about it, maybe not until today. Peter didn’t tell her, so it only made sense he would tell anyone right?

“When did you find out?” (y/n) says.

“Two months ago,” Michelle answers.

“None of you guys told me?” (y/n) asks, clearly hurt.

“I thought he would’ve told you,” Ned states, “You guys are close too.”

(y/n) slides down, sitting against the wall, bringing her head into her knees, “I’m gonna beat both of your asses. You really let me flirt with while he was crushing on someone else!”

“We though you would’ve made a move or asked him out already, since we thought you knew he liked Cecilia,” Ned explains.

“I was making moves! I was flirting my ass off all the time!”

“Hey, at least you can stop being so flirty all the time and talk normal,” MJ suggests.

(y/n) shoots a dirty glare at her, “Look I’m gonna go to the library, have to print an essay.”

“Whatever, have fun,” MJ says and Ned waves as (y/n) walks away.

What was really happening was that she was trying to avoid Peter. At first is was because she was hurt. He broke her heart without even knowing. This later develops into embarrassment after Michelle’s comment. She was flirting for him for so long and he wasn’t even a slightest bit interested. His mind was on some other girl, that was mortifying. She put herself out on the line for no reason. Her pride was shrinking, there was no way she could face Peter without dying on the spot.

Her ‘avoid Peter plan’ runs pretty smoothly, she has two classes with Peter. The first class was gym, she would just partner up with someone else, case solved. Then it was science, which was a rough one for her to avoid. They were lab partners, there was no away to avoid him there. She just hopes she dosen’t say anything stupid or bursts into tears. For lunch, she plans on texting the group chat saying she needs to retake a test. Now, avoiding Peter in the halls might be tricky. She just has to hustle though and not meet Peter at their usual spot, she can bullshit an excuse about being held back late.

The plan was successful. She didn’t even talk to him at all, except for gym where she greeted him and then turned around to talk to some mutual. It was going great, except for the fact that her heart was aching.

When science comes around, Peter was already sat at the lab table when she walks in. She sits down and tosses her stuff off to the side. She can do this, she can get through an hour without bursting into a ball of self pity.

“Hey, I felt like I barely saw you today,” Peter mentions as the bell rings.

“Had a lot of work due today,” (y/n) mumbles.

“Oh sick, listen, do you thin-“ Peter begins.

He was cut off by the teacher, “Mr. Parker do you think you can hold off on this conversation?”

Peter turns red and mumbles an apology, saving the day for (y/n). She was only around him for less than five minutes and she was so close to telling him that she thinks going out with Cecilia was stupid.

The rest of the class the conversation between her and Peter maintained strictly class work. There was no one-ended flirting or talking about dates. Peter felt there was something off with no quirky remarks from her. He just assumes it’s from the stress of all the tests she had today.

“Hey, do you think I can wear this ice skating?” Peter says at the end of the class, while waiting for the bell to ring.

(y/n) looks him up and down, he was wearing a graphic t-shirt with jeans, his usual outfit. “What do you mean?”

“Like, do I, uh, look good? I was talking about this over lunch and MJ thinks that this isn’t the best outfit, but Ned thinks that I sh-“

(y/n) sighs, “Look, Peter, you look amazing in everything okay?” She mentally slaps herself for saying that. It didn’t really come off as flirting though, she sounded exhausted.

“You think so?” Peter says.

“I know so.”

The bell rings as she says this and the pair gets up to leave walking side by side, “I hope this goes wells,” Peter tells (y/n).

“She’ll love you, she’s really lucky to even go on a date with you,” (y/n) reassures him.

Peter smiles at her, it melts her heart, “Thanks. I’m picking her up from her locker, see you this weekend maybe?”

“Of course,” and then they separate.

It really sucked to put it bluntly. (y/n) couldn’t bare to see Peter hurt, so she’ll go along with it. She’ll probably let it go soon anyways, she usually dosen’t dwell on boys that long. But there’s this little voice in her head insisting that she should be the one ice skating right now. She tunes it out, Peters happiness should go first. (y/n) refuses to make a big deal about it, there was no point if Peter wasn’t interested.

As the weekend passes by, Peter blows up the group chat with how amazing Cecilia was. It was a punch in the face, but at least it was texting. There it would be easy to fake excitment for him. It was exhausting though, pretending that she was happy whenever Peter would boast about the success of the date. She distracts herself by doing work for school, but there was till a pit of sadness in her heart.

During Sunday, (y/n) decided today she was going to cope with this unrequited crush by watching some sitcoms. It was always a great idea to ignore your feelings and hope for the best.

She picks up her phone, maybe she could tell him, just maybe.

☆ part two here ☆

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Some thoughts on Spider-man: Far from Home

In no particular order. Some significant spoilers below.

1. I love the face that the events of Infinity War/Endgame are referenced multiple times. I thought it was going to be a bit of hand-waving at the start and then ignored, but no, it kept coming up. May was running a charity for people left homeless after they came back, the kids discuss how weird it was that a guy who used to be five years younger than them was now in the same class, the teacher talking about his wife, MJ tattling on Flash when he was being served alcohol (“He’s actually sixteen, not twenty-one”). Given the comment about how they were forced to restart the school year and that it’s now summer vacation, this film presumably takes place a good nine or ten months after the events of Endgame. People have settled into a new normal, but everyone’s still feeling the impact of what happened and it’s nice that that got acknowledged.

2. The Getty Images watermark in the stock footage during the memorial video. :)

3. “You speak really good English.” “Welcome to the Netherlands.”

4. Peter and Happy’s relationship was awesome. The change from Homecoming is noticeable, but it makes so much sense. And the hug in the tulip field! Amazing.

5. That said, I really wish Happy’s speech about how Tony wasn’t perfect included the words “Remember Ultron?” Peter was fretting about how he’d screwed up in a major way and wasn’t a worthy successor, etc. Happy should have said something along the lines of, “Yeah, you screwed up, kid, but you’re a kid. Tony build a robot that tried to drop a city from orbit to wipe out humanity and he didn’t have that excuse and people still thought he was a hero. You’ll be fine.”

6. On the subject of still thinking Tony was a hero, the EDITH acronym!

7. MJ hitting the drone with the mace. I liked MJ in general in this. She’s intelligent, she acts independently, she was responsible for Peter figuring out what was really going on. She felt like a person and not just a designated love interest.

8. On the other hand, I wish Betty had gotten more character development. She and Ned were adorable together, but I didn’t really feel like I knew her at the end of the film. Ned made a comment about how they had a lot in common. Like what? Other than a propensity for cutesy nicknames and matching hats?

9. Mysterio to Peter: Never apologise for being the smartest person in the room. *Hill gives him a dirty look*

10. That little moment with Mysterio felt genuine. He seemed to actually like Peter, which gave his character some depth. I couldn’t help thinking of the parallels to Thanos and Gamora and Mysterio’s “He was a nice kid, I didn’t want to kill him,” felt more real than Thanos crying about killing Gamora. Maybe it was because the way it was framed made it clear we weren’t meant to sympathise with Mysterio.

11. Mysterio was just a good villain in general and I liked his interactions with his crew.

12. I kinda love that Mysterio’s villain origin story was basically, “Tony gave my tech a stupid name.”

13. The Iron Man zombie was seriously creepy. That thing was in shot for, what, about ten seconds? But those ten seconds were seriously disturbing, especially with the spiders crawling all over it.

14. I was a bit annoyed while watching this by Fury’s characterisation. He was very hard on Peter, pushing him to save the world when he’s just a kid, putting so much pressure on him, snapping at him, etc. Then you have things like Hill saying Fury wasn’t at all suspicious of Mysterio, despite Fury being one of the most suspicious people in existence. Then the post credits scene! Suddenly all that made sense. He wasn’t really Fury, he was a Skrull shapeshifter who was only supposed to hand over the glasses to Peter and then found himself caught up in all of this mess. He clearly didn’t have any clue what to do and was just winging it, and so putting pressure on Peter makes sense because he’s there going, “Fury didn’t tell me how to deal with this and I’ve no idea where the other Avengers are, you’re the only one I can find, please fix this for me.” He was completely out of his depth the whole time and that explains everything. It also retrospectively makes the line about Captain Marvel all the more meaningful. (I now want an AU where Peter figure out that Fury is acting out of character, thinks he’s another illusion, and then the Skrull guy is forced to come clean).

15. Mysterio’s first fight against Peter was really cool, with Mysterio messing with Peter’s head in so many ways and using their surroundings to mess with him physically.

16. Happy’s little smile when he sees Peter using Tony’s tech.

17. Happy announcing he’s in love with Spiderman’s aunt when they all think they’re going to die (made even better by the fact that only two of the people present know exactly who that is).

18. Happy: “I work with Spiderman not for him.”

19. Happy in general.

20. Flash getting so excited when he finds out that Spiderman watched his live stream.

21. Flash getting London Bridge and Tower Bridge mixed up.

22. I really want to see how Flash reacts now that he knows who Spiderman is. It’ll probably never be shown in the films because presumably there will be another large time skip between the end of this one and the next one, so I guess fanfic will have to fill the gap, but I would love to see who Flash takes the news and what he does with the information. “This is clearly an effort to discredit the greatest hero there is by comparing him to a puny wimp like Parker. It’s obviously a lie. He’s a hundred reasons why you can tell the video is faked.”

23. The constant interruptions when “Fury” was trying to talk to Peter in the hotel room.

On the whole, I very much enjoyed it. It’s not up there with Thor Ragnarok or Black Panther, but it’s a solid, enjoyable superhero movie and certainly better than Endgame. There were a couple of moments that had me cringing (the drone strike on the bus) rather than enjoying it, but overall it was good and there were a lot of great moments both in terms of humour and drama.

#Spider-man #spiderman #Spider-man: Far From Home #Spiderman: far from home #spoilers #spiderman spoilers #far from home spoilers

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Crazy Ex-Girlfriend season four full review

How many episodes pass the Bechdel test?

100% (seventeen of seventeen).

What is the average percentage per episode of female characters with names and lines?

47.22%

How many episodes have a cast that is at least 40% female?

Thirteen, distinctly over half, and with nine of those hitting or exceeding 50%, and two of those making it to/over the 60% line.

How many episodes have a cast that is less than 20% female?

Zero, unsurprisingly.

How many female characters (with names and lines) are there?

Thirty-nine. Sixteen who appeared in more than one episode, five who appeared in at least half the episodes, and two who appeared in every episode.

How many male characters (with names and lines) are there?

Forty-three. Twenty who appeared in more than one episode, seven who appeared in at least half the episodes, and one who appeared in every episode.

Positive Content Status:

Nothing to write home about. It isn’t devoid of good qualities, but it also isn’t half as good as it seems to think it is, and it rarely makes any genuine effort to try (average rating of 3).

General Season Quality:

Patchy. Never regained the highs of the series-best third season, though it showed some potential now and then; likewise, never dragged down the way the show did at its worst in series-low season two, but still definitely wandered in that direction time and again. Comes to a conclusion as predictable as it is boring.

MORE INFO (and potential spoilers) under the cut:

Ok, since full-season reviews for the final season of a show have a tendency to take on strong full-series overtones, I’m gonna keep this simple, and just focus on the way the character’s storylines came around (or didn’t) by the last episode. Considering that they used that abominable time-skip technique to neatly skip major developments yet again, they made it very easy to reflect on what the narrative has positioned as core to the character’s lives.

First, a note on time skips: like any technique, they have their place in a storyteller’s toolbox, and it is completely possible to use them to strong effect. Time skips, in and of themselves, are not the devil, nor are they automatic signs of lazy storytelling - they just need to exist for a good reason. Having serious changes take place in the interim, and dropping the audience into the chaos on the other side so that they can unravel all that change and work out how things developed and how they fit together now after the fact? Great use of a time skip, because it still uses the interim developments for active storytelling, and drives viewer engagement by making you pay attention to put the pieces together. There’s heaps of potential in that, plus you can bring vitality to plot development that might actually have been laborious to watch in real-time; when viewed in retrospect, it can become much more interesting than it would have been as a chronological thread. The two big time skips we had in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend? Categorically not that. The first one, in season three, was essentially a way of going ‘nothing interesting whatsoever happened in these character’s lives for eight entire months’, which is just abysmal storytelling, and the only real explanation for why they bothered with the time skip at all was that they wanted to fast-track the pregnancy plot (which, I’ll say again, I am still really disturbed by - it meant declaring that absolutely nothing that happened - for Heather, as a pregnant person, or for Darryl as an expectant parent, or for Rebecca as the egg donor who never really addressed her own feelings about her decision (this season limply acknowledged that in one episode, but you know what would have been better? The inclusion of emotional ups and downs over time! It’s only EXACTLY the kind of thing which is deeply pertinent to Rebecca’s mental state!) - none of it was meaningful enough to be worth telling a story about, and that’s depressingly lazy and insulting to the characters, frankly, and NOT just because of my own pregnancy-related feelings). Skipping eight months of your own story without using that missing time for anything is ridiculous (and if you don’t want to waste time on a plot thread, don’t include it in the first place - since the entire baby storyline came to a big zero on character and narrative development anyway, they might as well have not bothered pretending). The entire year they time-skipped in the final episode of this season? Kinda the exact same problem, even though they did include little flashback scenes this time to pretend that anything meaningful happened. If it actually mattered, you shoulda built it into the course of the actual season, instead of handwaving it in at the eleventh hour without any development or fallout. This is not how storytelling works.

And what did we get as the sum total of our character development in the time-skipped year, what action was jumped over and then treated as the culmination of each individual’s life and time on the show? Well, Josh got a new serious girlfriend. One of the better characters on the whole show, a highlight when there was sometimes little light to be had, and he...got a girlfriend. Wow. Josh’s story really went places, huh? Nathaniel? Quit his job and went to work at his favourite place, the zoo, which is a much more interesting development and easily my favourite one, but also, they didn’t build towards that at all. You could be forgiven for forgetting that Nathaniel likes going to the zoo when he’s sad, because that was just a bit from a song one episode, long ago, and the show never reinforced his interest in the zoo outside of that. Objectively, I love this as an end-place for his character, but in the context of his development on-show, it’s kinda out of left field, they did not incorporate it in to his narrative the way they should have if they were gonna use it in this way. Similar problem: Paula, whose Great Achievement was bringing pro bono work to her firm, only, we’d never had any real indication that she was passionate about it before, it was just something she started doing to support Rebecca. This doesn’t feel like a development that actually has anything to do with Paula at all, and it certainly doesn’t bring things around on any part of her personal plot in a way that could be considered meaningful. Valencia finally gets to be engaged, she makes it happen for herself by being the one to propose, and that’s nice but hardly less of a bland culmination than ‘and Josh has a girlfriend’. Darryl’s relationship and child-in-the-making is also ho-hum, and kinda reinforces the idea that they coulda just skipped the stupid Hebecca plot since it was seemingly just a way to preoccupy Darryl while they couldn’t come up with any real story for him, only to have his story end with achieving the same thing he had already spent the previous season achieving, just with a partner involved this time. Heather, Hector, White Josh? No meaningful developments, they were never important. Greg? Something restaurant related? I literally can’t even remember already, that’s how much I don’t care. Why was he even here? Nope, still don’t care.

And then of course, Rebecca. She sure did ‘resolve’ her BPD as a plot point by taking medication, so, not impressed by the way they handled that in the end, and in the meantime she finally realised that her happiness was not and should not be defined by relationships and that she should pursue the things in life which actually make her happy within herself, and that is...exactly the basic conclusion that I assumed this show would come to back when it started. I somehow foolishly thought they would have to have something more up their sleeves than ‘don’t define yourself through your relationship with someone else’, especially after they doubled and tripled down (get it, tripled? Because of the three guys?) on the idea that romance was part of the endgame for Rebecca, literally to the last episode; turning around and pulling a ‘but romance isn’t the most important thing!’ after THAT MUCH time and energy spent on forefronting it in the late stages of the show doesn’t feel like some kind of clever twist, it’s something really obvious that the show had various leaned on at other points in its run, only to return to the romantic centre with a greater and greater vengeance. By this point, blowing off the romances with all three of these other characters that Rebecca had already blown off - numerous times! - in the past isn’t some revelation of character development, it’s just pattern repetition. For the sprinkling of other plot threads they wrapped up for Rebecca this season, each of them applauded to some extent for whatever catharsis they brought, this ultimately ended her story in the most redundant of ways, placing at the core of her story the very same thing that the show had already denounced and restored time and time again. But anyway. This all sounds awfully series-review-ish. The moral of the story is, I hated the final episode with a passion and it made me feel like the entire show was largely pointless viewing, and that’s unfortunate because there were various glimmers of thoughtful wrap-ups across the rest of the season. Anything else, I guess I’ll talk it out in the only place left for it: the full series review.

#Crazy Ex-Girlfriend #Crazy Ex-Girlfriend season four #Bechdel Test #female representation #full season review #Crazy Exgirlfriend

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hello 💞 could you please share your thoughts on a gemini sun & taurus moon? thank you dearest gg!! 💕 bless you and your cute astro blog filled with amazing content!! 💖🌸

Helloo!! 💕💕💕 Aww’ I’ll do my best okie!! 💕💕 aksndknfk you’er so sweet thank u so much for ;; 💕💕 dropping by! to say that! and to ask!! 💕💕

[Below Cut: Gemini Sun - Taurus Moon 😤]

Ooof when you join these two together, you get a person who is inspirational to others

Mostly because 1) they FEEL youthful (to others) and 2) they’re joyful, spirited and kindred souls

Can you feeL??? How much Taurus Moon cares?? Can you See?? How Gemini drives you to be better to yourself??

Gemini/Taurus are one of those people who can make mistakes over and over again...habitual mistakes, and they never learn how to undo it

Things from their childhood like maybe they finish one project and then jump onto the next suddenly (bc they’re inspired/curious about it) and can often feel dissatisfied/unaccomplished-- because they move from task to task like this without ‘waiting’ for results (impulsive to a degree)

But underneath all that... did you know

That these people are s t u b b o r n as hell, but won’t admit it skdnfksn

Gemini/Taurus have the resilience of Taurus...against the youthful/adventurous spirit of Gemini.

With both of their signs being young’ins....they may seem more youthful (and good to u)--- but they also have a serious side that we don’t normally talk about

Did you know....that Gemini can be quite confrontational when they want to?

Gemini/Taurus are backed up by the sensibility of Taurus, the ‘stand-their -ground’ motion and self-assurance that Taurus has (makes them stand out/again, part of inspirational cause they DO have a back-bone)

Sometimes that Gemini/Taurus combo makes a person literally feel like ‘thought/sensibilities’ climb up their throats ... they can’t help the verbal stuff that comes out... like ‘why didn’t you do xx’ ‘did you think about xx?’ or ‘did you know xx was gonna get xx by xx?’

They just want answers. Gemini/Taurus combo can make them inquirers, even one for truths/trying to understand if other people understand the consequence of their action or how far their common sense goes (bc it appeals to them both rationally and emotionally)

It’s cause they care y know, they care about being careful when it comes to other people. When it comes to not hurting others through ur action (recklessness, thoughtless actions) that brings consequences

(even when they’re reckless to themselves ooooof particularly how they treat themselves/their own intellect or capabilities :( )

They’re not like-- trying to actively attack you or anything (even if it may come off as kind of confrontational)-- it was just a question.

Ask why, get some clarity, want to know the person’s side/why they do it. It also serves to help others possibly think through their actions more (by back-handedly offering some alternative means/approaches to the situation if they ever faced it again)

They’re reasonable and logical tho, will win over u in a debate with their self-assured manner -- but that’s not ALL to them obviously

These people mind their own business (but maybe they “wont mind” listening in 👀to your ‘problems’ ---bc secretly they may also thrive on other ppl’s drama)

They may be a lil less talkative/flighty than normal Gemini, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be as sociable or activity-oriented (busy-bodies) as the others!

These Gemini-Taurus people are friendly, and they also have a few close friends--- people they hang out with. These friends are the people Gemini/Taurus would Hurt for (either be hurt themselves, or hurt others for them---not physically, just like-- mildly/subtly interrogative)

You never want to make them cry, or hurt them. Because it’s the Gemini/Taurus that will show up at your house and Come For You (with a bat or maybe just themselves-- they don’t need violence to ream you a new one).

Ah- see, the thing about Gemini/Taurus is 1) they’re devoted af and 2) they always seem to have this Inner Strength attitude about them that they exude out

Most of the time it’s used to help others, like reassure others/comfort them or give them strength

Gemini/Taurus can be a good friend, because while they may be somewhat a lil distance (emotionally) at the beginning--- once they open up to you they are caring, warm-hearted and Will Do Their Best For You

Of course...they may still be a lil stiff and awkward at some points (It’s Gemini and Taurus after all) --- but when it comes to Social Relationships/people they care for--- they’ll Do Their Best For Them

I think it’s really nice.... But let’s talk more about the Gemini/Taurus side as well

Gemini/Taurus talks about a combination of people who may be activity-oriented, Gemini - always on the move, on the go and Taurus-- search for belonging, trying new things, doing new stuff/hobbies

It makes for a person who wants to get involved with activities, try new hobbies, different venues of their interests and build something out of themselves for it there

But as soon as they feel ‘less stimulated’ their eyes may also wander-- they may feel like searching for the ‘next step’ of where they should go

The thing that differentiate these Gemini/Taurus from other Geminis is that their Taurus may give them more perseverance. They may stick to doing something longer, a sense of ‘wait for it’/concentration (can be tunnel-vision) -- patience is waiting, and they’re waiting for something else that will ‘reward’ their patience with stimulation/excitement or a ‘new path’ to travel into again

See-- with these Gemini/Taurus people here they’re more of the ‘look at the ground’ type of people (*whether they realize this or not).

The kind who enjoys the process of things, working in it, doing the thing they’re interested in.

Rather than look up and let themselves see (and therefore ‘jump’) onto other opportunities these people get nervous/a little light headed when they lose control of themselves (when they see more possibilities/paths than they can choose from) -- they go ‘wait for it wait for it’ and go at their own pace, eventually something will open up for them

The hallmark of these Gemini/Taurus is how they control their nervous energy--- I mean they acknowledge that it’s there and that it’s a part of them, but they like to be in-control of it.

They like the energy to keep them moving, keep them active. But when it hinders their self-control, or give them too many paths/possibilities they can go down in--- it makes them light-headed and sometimes ‘too anxious’

They get dizzy--- they’d rather have a focused/narrow structure/vision to choose from when it’s too wide (they’ll cut down the path themselves, criticially view and edit what is ‘good’ or ‘bad’ -- black or white elimination technique)

But at the same time when it’s given to them (structure/narrow paths or vision)--- they want to jump/get away from it.

Gets huffy confrontational ( ‘why’ ‘whats the point’) or rebellious-- Gemini/Taurus doesn’t like to be bogged down by ‘criteria’ others set up for them (expectations, social standings, etc)-- but they’re the ones who makes criterias for themselves (others too, if they need some help).

So you have this dichotomy....can’t function with too many rules, but also can’t function without some structure/guidance. If you want to figure it out-- just think like this

Big is better. The wider it is the easier it is for the Gemini/Taurus to cut down and narrow. It’s harder for them to ‘fight against the flow’ (small to big again) because that requires them to ‘break down every single wall--- even the ones they aren’t prepared to break’

I think the Gemini/Taurus has the Most Thing about themselves.. like, their Most Hang Up is with their own accomplishment. With not feeling satisfied with the things they do (rewarded/feeling fulfilled)

They think they gotta ‘stick’ to something, dive deeper. Don’t be too shallow or impulsive or make careless mistakes etc. etc.

These people take their own accomplishments for granted.... they may feel like they didn’t have to ‘struggle’ and therefore they didn’t have anything to ‘achieve’... They may think/be doubtful of their own talent.. They they’re talentless just bc they don’t realize they’re Good at everything...

The most frustrating thing about this placement is looking into yourself, introspection and retrospection. And seeing/accepting the value and amazingness of what you’ve done.

You will always wander and search...and may feel like nothing ever sticks mostly because you don’t take enough notice of yourself to acknowledge you did well, that you should give yourself a pat on the back for the stuff that you did. That you don’t think you’ve ‘completed’ something because you never learnt how to celebrate victories-- so you never know how to say ‘hey you did very well!’ to yourself when no one else does it for you.

Even minor details....minor things. You are positive to everyone else, except to your own internal workings/standards. So be good to yourself.

**This part is optional, some Gemini/Taurus may not have experienced with it (and may not feel like it applies to them) but some might...so I’m gonna include some more Gemini/Taurus srz face stuff:

When you did something stupid (either 1: they’ll laugh or 2:) They’re the type of person who will definitely give you A Look when you did something stupid/hurt yourself. But won’t say anything until you mention what you did to them (they will stare u down and you will think ure an idiot)

These people are....the kind of people who’ll let you know they don’t like something/disagree with you just by their facial expressions

Did they know that their eyes kinda narrow?? Or sharpen?? Or their face stiffen cause they Do (it’s a contrast against their normal youthfulness-- although this may come from something else as well. Considering Taurus Moon may rarely let their negativity show)

They want to make it admit it to yourself, so they can get started with the...approaching you.

Have a way of not being condescending while doing so-- but rather like a therapist guide for you ‘mmhmm...and why did u think u did that?’

Awesome friends (although they can sometimes be kinda icy without realizing it....)

That’s all! 💕💕 I hope u enjoy!! 💕💕

#gemini sun #taurus moon #gemini-taurus #gemini #taurus #anon #asks

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Persona 5 Problems: “Goro can’t escape Shido” doesn’t make sense

Might be a pt 1. But before I get into it, what I mean here is “Goro can’t escape Shido” doesn’t makes sense in the context of the characters interactions that we see nor the rules or the world we see in Persona 5.”

I probably could title this as “Atlus doesn’t know how to utilize it’s Metaverse and everything around it is shit pt 1: In relation to Goro” but that’d be too long, and it gives you more insight on what’s in store. 8U

Also this isn’t to rag on Goro, but the failure of the writing with P5. I mean I hate Goro, partially for his writing partially for how I think he’s a jerk and not in a fun way (cause I do like characters who are jerks but he just doesn’t jive with me)....this for full transparency (esp if you are new). 8U That being said I wont’ tag it as Goro cause I’m not a jerk, I’ll tag it as anti I guess but...........yeah in retrospect after typing this I do kinda take a dump on his writing so anti tag it is. 0u0

Now why arm I talking about this? Well a new chapter of P5MM came up and.....well this picture appeared:

Now I love Saito, the manga is pretty good, so this is nothing against Saito. My issue is.....I guess the over victimization of Goro esp when it 1) makes no sense and 2) is contradictory.

Now do I think an antagonist that is a victim doesn’t make sense? No. What doesn’t make sense is that P5 doesn’t bother to develop it. P5 throws out the bare minimum of hints all while making NO SENSE how that could work. So fans have to fill in the blanks, and that’s either making him more sympathetic or like me who’s either deciding to start master blasting holes everywhere or is ready to throw this suit case out all together.

I know a lot of fans, and adaptations (such as this) kinda lean towards making Goro more sympathetic. I DON’T BLAME THEM. Like I said, there’s a lot of holes to fill in. And one of them is his relationship with Shido, something VERY crucial to the plot and is.....glossed over with like a few min worth of dialogue.

Anyway what am I getting at? The issue that annoys me a lot, and that was shown in this picture that hair-triggered me into wanting to write this, was the fact “Goro is being controlled by Shido/Goro has no power and Shido has his claws into him/Goro can’t escape Shido.” As seen in the pictured above, you see Goro has hands to his throat and Shido has an overwhelming presence. Goro is trapped by Shido. And a lot of people will agree with this. It’s understandable because the game half assidly will say things like “you know what happens to people who defy me!” and basically threatening Goro’s life. EXCEPT IT’S ALL BULLSHIT!

“Woah that’s a little extreme what do you mean?” I mean it, Goro is not being controlled by Shido. It’s annoying P5 even INSINUATES that possibility in its writing! It makes no sense for Goro to be the powerless one here, not with the game we were given. And it’s amazing this wasn’t caught in the writers room. This is how that scene should’ve gone down given what we know:

Shido: You know what happens to people who oppose me! Goro: Yeah motherfucker, you send me! What do you want me do? Kill myself? What are you a 14 year old troll on the internet? Do you want me to kill you for threatening me-you scrotum looking asshole?

Just freaking think about it, Shido or his confidants want a breakdown? Send Goro. They want a shutdown or to possibly kill someone? Send Goro. What the fudge is Shido doing threatening the guy who does his dirty work? Is he gonna kill him himself? No. Shido is a gd moron.

“But what about the cleaner guy?” Great question! And here’s my answer! What about him? No seriously what could anyone but the PT or a god do to Goro? Nothing.

“But how is that nothing?!” Easy, Goro can take him out, breakdown or shutdown, before he could hurt Goro. If Shido sic’d anyone on Goro, Goro could easily take down Shido, the cleaner, and anyone related to either who know they should take Goro down. All thanks to the Metaverse. And because of that “Goro is trapped by Shido because he’s threatening Goro with death” is such a BS excuse by the game.

“But what about Shido’s knowledge of the Metaverse? Didn’t he say he could utilize it?” Yeah what about it? The game doesn’t showcase HIM using the Metaverse. He always sends Goro. Which is REALLY FREAKING WEIRD considering he still acts this way, knowing full well Goro is missing. Like how are you going to do it Shido???? 1) you need an app first and foremost, 2) you’ll need a Persona or else you’ll get rekt’d! YOUR LOGIC MAKES NO SENSE! And him knowing about how the Meteverse works is just bs plot device so that we can shoo away how he could believe Goro in the first place let’s be honest.

The only people who use the Metaverse that we don’t know how they got there was the SWAT team that busted the MC, and while not explained it’s possible Goro had something to do with it (either giving someone his phone, since multiple people can go in with just one phone). That’s the only thing that makes sense, since only app users (aka PT+Goro) can got to that world. Tho the cut content seem to indicate even the police don’t know:

And it seems that you only get the app if you have a Persona (minus Goro, MC, and Futaba), cause that’s what Yadly wants:

(btw Ryu’s first pic is pre awakening and the 2nd is post awakening, Futaba’s the only one to get her’s before her Persona with the exception of Goro/MC, but Yadly must’ve thought she was useful or some shit judging by his dialogue early on in the game XP)

But yeah, bringing this up because it’s relevant to know who can and who can’t use the Metaverse. Goro CAN. Shido/Shido’s confidants CANNOT. Goro has the advantage. Shido does not. Goro holds all the cards. Shido’s a gd moron.

As for how Goro could end Shido and his Confidants. If for some reason Goro doesn’t know some of Shido’s confidants JUST BY WORKING WITH THEM, then he can find out through Shido’s Palace. Shido’s Palace literally contains every single one of his CoOps in Cognition form. Which means he probably knows their name, and all Goro really needs is a name cause that’s the hard part. Once he interrogates all the Cognitions and Shadow Shido, he takes Shadow Shido out, go after the real CoOps’ shadow, interrogates them (plus cognitions if they have a palace), and work his way down the latter until know one is after him. He can also squat in the Metaverse if for some reason the heat is really on him, and what’s the worse that could happen? They get pulled in with him? Well that’s bad....FOR THEM! Cause Goro has more powers there, his Persona, he’s stronger and more durable. There’s really no losing here.

So again, one last time. “SHIDO’S THREATS ON GORO’S LIFE MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE GORO HAS THE POWER TO END SHIDO NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!”

“Well what about his strangle on giving Goro affection?” Ok, ngl....been awhile....but I legit have NO RECOLLECTION of Goro or Shido showing any possible fatherly affection. I feel like I’ve seen more of the fans make this argument then the game. If the game did then it was just....such a throwaway line, and it’s a classic “P5 tell don’t show” move. Coupled with how contradictory the writing is with the way the story is built (like show literally above in how Goro’s life should not be threatened like AT ALL). P5 goes out of its way to show how much Goro HATES Shido and HE CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM GO DOWN! That doesn’t seem like someone hesitating cause he wants a hug from daddy. The only reason he waits so long was because he wanted him to be prime minister (or just close to election) and then bring him down from the highest pedestal. THAT’S IT. He has so much more backing that then “I really wanted a daddy figure that gave me pats on the head and told me I was a good boy.” If P5 WAS going for that then they did an even piss poor job than with the issue above.

And listen, I’m NOT saying that’s not something that couldn’t have happened, I’m saying the writing makes it not really support it or have it make sense. (edit: after typing this I vaguely recalled Shido saying that all Shido had to do was tell Goro he was a good boy and he thought he had him wrapped around his finger-of course this could’ve just been a tumblr post I read that’s how much I remember Shido praising Goro XP, and lkfsd;lakvl;vs this is soooooo batshit all over the place, are you controlling him with fear of death or love???? cause neither are working here bro. Btw at the bottom I go into a route in which this COULD work, but it means dropping the whole fear of death bs argument I made at the very beginning, and even then it’s not Shido actually controlling Goro, it’s him thinking he does.)

And if anyone says “What about destroying his career and social-hood by revealing Goro is a bastard?” And give Goro the platform, the audiences’ full attention for him to be like “YEAH AND GUESS WHO MY DAD IS?! :D” Like, considering Shido figured out Goro was his son, it’d be even more stupid of him to think he could do that when it’d be social suicide for him. As for Goro? That was his plan all along, nothing to lose! Maybe it’s not as high of a fall that he wanted, but he’s still bringing him down!

Now despite this rant, I’m NOT saying Goro isn’t a victim. As a bastard/foster child in Japan, he is a victim for their horrible treatment towards that group. That can’t be argued and in all honesty if it was just that I’d be happy. What I don’t think he is a victim of is Shido, at least beyond the parental abandonment (he is a victim for his dad being horrible and not marrying his mother and stuff like that OBVIOUSLY), by Shido I mean the Conspiracy related stuff. Making it out so that Shido controlled Goro the whole time, that Goro had no agency, that Goro couldn’t oppose him. That’s what I hate. I hate how people make him such a woobie victim when....he very well probably wasn’t. When he made Goro kill, it’d make more sense for Goro to be scared of losing his connection to Shido (aka not being able to monitor him and continue his plan) than be scared Shido might kill him (I mean he had freaking superpowers what the fudge?). But if people looked at it like that then Goro would be more in the wrong no? Choosing to value his goals of revenge over other’s? Maybe he didn’t want to kill but he still CHOSE because his own goals meant more than someone else’s life. But noooooo that would hurt him being a victim right? We need to make it all Shido’s fault! Goro did nothing wrong! Right? So we made it seem like Shido could threaten Goro’s life, make it a kill or be killed situation, even when it made no sense.

I think Goro could been good, could’ve been complex. A boy who was an abandon bastard son of a politician, mistreated and abused by society until teenhood, suddenly granted the power to get revenge on his father, and going to any lengths, even if it broke his own moral code, because he was that dedicated to bringing down someone? That’s interesting, it’s simple. But “ A boy who was an abandon bastard son of a politician, mistreated and abused by society until teenhood, suddenly granted the power to get revenge on his father, forced to go to any lengths because he ended up in a trap by said father he wants to take down, even if it MIGHT (cause Atlus be chickens and “ambiguous”) be against his own moral code but like he’s being forced by his dad so is it really his fault? That? Fudge that. That’s needlessly confusing, it’s bending itself all out of shape to try to purify this character....and I hate it.

There’s also the weird contradiction on Shido’s end where it’s like “He’s super paranoid that he kills people, and he doesn’t trust Goro since he plans to kill him, but he trusts him enough for certain things that he doesn’t need to double check on himself even if it poses a threat to him like I dunno checking IF THE GD MC BODY IS DEAD?! >:(”

I dunno, I just think Goro having the strongest conviction to take down Shido (even killing because he wants to take him down so badly for what he did), with Shido not knowing Goro is his son and actually trusting him (with maybe gaining suspicions later towards the end for plot drama) because he’s so confident he groomed Goro into being his perfect little follower, is just so much more interesting? Goro is still a victim, but he’s not the perfect or “bending the character out of shape” to be perfect victim. He was hurt horribly and chose to deal with it in an....unhealthy way. It also makes the two seem reasonable, Shido thinks he’s in control because he took this starry eyed follower under his wing not because he’s threatening him with violence. Even tho we know Shido isn’t in control, Goro just likes to think he’s in control.

;tldr: I hate how people (and even Atlus/the game) try to twist Goro into being this perfect victim, all while saying “well he does do bad things but it’s because of Shido!” instead of letting Goro be accountable and have it make logical sense in the game (because the game is a hot garbage mess).

So yeah this concludes a 5 am rant I started yesterday. 8U

#persona 5 #p5 #anti-goro akechi #anti goro akechi #anti goro #anti-goro #this doesn't even cover the possibility that goro's real personality might be 100% shit bag and might be fine with killing #queue #q #random hyper focusing at 5 am woot 8U #persona problems #persona 5 problems #again this is more an issue with the illogical and inconsistent writing in P5

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tere706 · 5 years

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Love is Blind - Chpt 11

(What could be better than one chapter a day?

Two chapters in a day!

Aka: I still have no self control with posting chapters. Enjoy.

Tagging: @dark-night-sky-99, @inumorph, @liadreyar-dragneel, @lunalustrix, @thirstyforvenom

Words: ~1900)

Liz felt sleep fading away. She didn’t want to wake up. Her mouth had a funny taste in it and her eyes felt dry and scratchy. Liz burrowed herself deeper into the blankets, hoping to escape the memories of why she felt so awful. The feel of her dress blouse riding up her torso was uncomfortable. She sighed as the events from a few hours ago flooded back. With a quiet groan, Liz pushed herself into a sitting position and scrubbed at her face. The skin felt dry and scratchy from crying earlier.

Wait, she didn’t remember going to bed. Liz paused and frowned to herself, trying to remember. Ah, Eddie had been reading to her on the couch. Venom had been purring, which in retrospect had been adorable. They must have tucked her into bed before they left.

Liz managed to pull up a soft smile despite herself. She knew it was silly to feel so invested in Aaron’s life. It wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t blame herself for his decisions. But she still felt heavy guilt and sorrow like a stone in her chest.

There would be no more sleep. Liz dragged herself out of bed. She stripped off her dress clothes, carefully putting them on correctly tagged hangers and putting them up so she could send them in for cleaning. Hopefully they weren’t too messy. She opened the top right drawer of her dresser and felt the material with the pads of her fingers. Liz pulled out a pair of casual shorts made of soft, sweats material. Another of her oversized night shirts was slipped on afterwards. These were comfy clothes, meant to help her feel better.

Today would be a rest day. A day to recover her emotional balance. Her stomach made a plaintive growl suddenly, almost startling her. Ah, breakfast first. Then she could take a shower to feel like a real human again. Maybe catch up on that audiobook she’d been enjoying or go for a workout.

Liz was contemplating her options for her rest day as she walked into the living room. It came as a complete surprise when she stepped on something and stumbled, rolling her ankle and falling to the ground with a grunt.

“What the fuck?!”

“LITTLE BIRD?” Venom’s voice was sleepy and coming from the couch.

Liz got to her knees, grabbing the damn shoe she’d tripped on and throwing it at the location of Venom’s voice. “I said what the fuck?! Why is there a shoe on my floor?!”

There was a solid thump and a surprised grunt from Venom, apparently she’d hit her mark.

The couch gave a small squeak as Eddie moved, sitting up to look over at her as well probably. “Liz? What happened?”

She gritted her teeth and ran her hand in an arc as far from her body as she could until she found the other shoe. That one got thrown at Eddie’s head. “I’m dying on your shoe!” She shouted at him.

There was no satisfying thump from Eddie. Damn, she’d missed or he’d caught it.

“Hun, it was an accident. We stayed over to make sure you were okay.” Eddie’s tone was conciliatory.

“You almost killed me!” Liz shouted at him, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes. She was angry and her ankle hurt. This was not what she needed.

“WE WANT TO HELP. WE ARE SORRY, LITTLE BIRD. DO NOT CRY.”

Liz pointed an accusing finger in the direction of Venom’s voice. “Don’t you ‘little bird’ me! I’m not crying! I’m pissed!”

“Whoa, calm down. It was just a shoe.” Evidently Eddie had gotten up from the couch and come around to check on her.

This was a mistake.

As soon as Eddie was within range Liz slapped his leg. “It’s not just the shoe!”

“Ow, damn it, that stings. Are you hurt? Calm down!” He added the last part when she slapped his leg again, angry tears trying to escape.

Venom “stepped” in at this point, catching Liz’s wrist and coiling tendrils around it to hold it in place so she would stop attacking Eddie.

“It’s not the stupid shoe, Eddie.” Liz stopped trying to tug her arm free from Venom. “It’s my home!”

Eddie dropped down to his knees and gently cupped her face in his hands, wiping at the few tears that had slid down her cheeks. “Liz, hun, talk to me. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“This… this is my home. It’s safe.” Her throat felt raw and voice hoarse. “It stays the same. I can walk through my home with confidence. I know where everything is. I can go in the kitchen and get whatever I need without worry.”

“YOU DID NOT GET ANGRY WHEN WE KNOCKED THINGS OVER BEFORE.” Venom sounded more confused than anything else. He had curled his tendrils up her arm and across her shoulders, tightening them into a gentle hung.

Liz sighed, relaxing her face into Eddie’s cupped hands. “That was different, Ven. You were hurt. Yes, it upset me, but I was more worried about you. This… this was just stupid.” She grumbled at the end. At least the tears had stopped.

Eddie blew out a slow breath. “Okay. I think I understand. I’m sorry, Liz. I didn’t even think about it. Just wanted to take a nap.”

Her right arm was still pinned by Venom, but Liz lifted the left to gently touch Eddie’s face in return. “I want you to be here. I don’t want you to stop visiting. Just… I need you to be aware of my space. I’m sorry for freaking out. It’s just…”

“After last night, you’re feeling kinda raw. I get it, that makes it easy to lash out. I’m not mad.”

“YOU HIT US WITH EDDIE’S SHOE.” Venom sounded pouty.

Liz let out a startled laugh and pulled her face away from Eddie’s hands. “I’m sorry. Bring your head over here and I’ll give you a kiss to make it feel better.”

Venom rumbled and complied, pressing the top of his head close to her face so she could place a soft kiss on him.

“Do you forgive me?”

“WE ARE CONSIDERING IT. CHOCOLATE?”

Liz chuckled. “Yes, I have chocolate. I was trying to get to the kitchen to have breakfast.”

“FORGIVEN.”

“And we messed up that plan. Can I help to make it up to you?” Eddie asked, gently grabbing her left arm while Venom continued to hold the right. They pulled together to get her back to her feet.

“Sure, but it was just going to be cereal with milk and a fruit cup.” Liz winced slightly as she put weight on her right ankle.

“YOU ARE HURT.” Venom sounded worried again.

Liz shook her head, testing the ankle again. “I think I just rolled it. It’ll be a little sore, but I’m not really hurt.”

Eddie held onto Liz’s left arm and they both helped her to the kitchen table to sit down. “Alright, let us handle getting your breakfast. It’s the least we can do.”

“There should be an ice pack in the freezer. I can prop my ankle up and ice it. And I have ibuprofen in the bathroom medicine cabinet. Just put it back where you got it, okay?” Liz smiled faintly, lifting her eyebrows and tilting her head in Eddie’s direction.

“WE WILL MAKE SURE EDDIE DOES NOT MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN, LITTLE BIRD. WE BOTH WANT YOU SAFE AND HAPPY.”

“Yeah, what he said.”

Eddie fetched the pills and pulled together the promised breakfast. Venom was a pain until Eddie let him eat some of the chocolate from Liz’s stash.

“There is something else I wanted to talk to you about, if you’re feeling more awake.” Eddie said the words slowly, almost hesitant.

Liz leaned back in her chair, shivering a little from the ice pack on her ankle. Venom had insisted upon wrapping the rest of her leg up to the ankle to try and keep her warm. “Well, I’m certainly awake now. Go for it.”

Eddie chuckled for a moment. “It’s about last night. I hope I wasn’t being too forward in front of your coworker.”

“You mean calling yourself my boyfriend without discussing it with me first?”

“…Yeah.”

Liz grinned at the apprehensive tone. “Then relax, Eddie. The only problem I would have with it is not including Ven. Which you couldn’t. Whatever this relationship we have is… it doesn’t really need a name for me. And calling yourself my boyfriend got him to back down. Win win in my book.”

“THEN ARE WE YOUR BOYFRIEND?” Venom sounded more curious than anything else.

“Yes. You are also my boyfriend. I get to have two for the price of one. And you and Eddie are boyfriends. I guess if we lived together we’d be a ménage à trois.” She set her elbow on the table and cupped her chin in her open palm.

“WHAT IS THAT?”

“Hmmm… three people who have sex together and live together, basically.” Liz shrugged slightly.

Eddie coughed to try and hide either his choking or laughter. Or both. Liz wasn’t sure.

“BUT YOU HAVEN’T HAD SEX WITH EDDIE. AND WE DID NOT GET TO FINISH WITH YOU.” Oh, he definitely sounded petulant that time.

Liz fought to hold back her laughter, but she couldn’t stop herself from grinning. Eddie was certainly coughing and choking now. He probably hadn’t expected that from Venom either. “Well, we can discuss all of that later. Besides, we don’t live together.” Still, she could feel her face heating up as she remembered what they’d started last night.

Venom was quiet for a few moments as Eddie gasped and struggled to catch his breath. “THAT IS TRUE. YOU SHOULD REST TODAY. WE COULD TAKE YOU SWINGING TONIGHT.”

He sounded too hopeful to turn down. “Sure, Ven. That sounds nice. And it’ll keep me off my ankle.”

“Look, I’m sure you want some time to yourself today.” Eddie said quickly. “So… why don’t I bring dinner? We can talk before we go out.”

“We being me and Ven, right?”

“Uhhh… yeah, but you do realize that I’m just as aware of what’s going on when V is in control as he is when I am in control.” Eddie half asked, half stated after a moment.

Liz felt her face heating even further from embarrassment. Not only had she made a bad assumption, but Eddie had been part of what happened last night. “Oh.” Her voice squeaked and she coughed to clear her throat, lifting her chin from her palm. “Oh, well, of course I knew that.”

“…Uh huh. Well, one of the reasons V likes going out and swinging around town is because I hate heights.”

“YOU ARE SILLY. WE WOULD NEVER LET YOU GET HURT, EDDIE.” Venom scoffed.

“If you’re scared of heights we don’t have to go out, Eddie.” Liz said quietly, suddenly feeling bad for enjoying swinging around with Venom.

“No, it’s fine. V is going to do it, regardless of if you’re with us or not. I’d rather have you in our arms.” Eddie’s voice turned slightly smug.

Liz waved a hand at him. “Tease.”

“Flirt.”

“COWARDS.”

Liz blinked. “What?”

“WE COULD HAVE SEX WHILE SWINGING.”

Eddie was still spluttering, offended and embarrassed, when the pair left her apartment.

Liz kept her face buried in her hands after they left. Her face felt like it was on fire and she wasn’t sure if she was more turned on or horrified.

#love is blind #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock | venom x reader #venom x reader #named reader #symbrock #eddie/venom/oc #flustered pterodactyl noises #dark-night-sky-99 #inumorph #liadreyar-dragneel #lunalustrix #thirstyforvenom

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50 eldonado:)

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

Morgan looks up as an unfamiliar voice rings out across the editing studio, loud enough to be heard from Peter’s desk across the room. She traces it back to the guy slumped into the chair next to Peter with perfectly gelled hair and a wounded expression, someone who looks vaguely familiar but that she can’t place right away. They’re so close to a project checkpoint that she hadn’t even noticed him come in, too focused on the segment she’s tried to put together four different ways, but based on the heads popping up he’s made himself hard to ignore.

“Be faster next time.” Peter pops a chip into his mouth and wipes his fingers on a napkin before going back to typing.

“Peter Maldonado, you ungrateful bitch, I fly all the way out here, I come in to help you out of the goodness of my heart, and you have the audacity to steal my last nacho.”

“We were sharing the nachos, you didn’t have exclusive rights to the last nacho.”

“Yeah, but I was gonna eat it.”

Peter just smirks, but it morphs into a smile somewhere along the way. “My deepest sympathies. Be faster next time.”

In the two months she’d been working for him, Morgan didn’t think she’d seen Peter Maldonado smile. Not that he was unpleasant to be around or in a perpetually bad mood or anything; he just didn’t smile much. But here he is, grinning wide and devilish as he looks up at the newcomer.

The guy scrunches up his face and makes a mocking noise back at Peter, and for some reason that’s when it finally clicks.

“Is that Sam Ecklund?”

“Hmm?” Morgan’s coworker Leila looks up from organizing imported clips, short blonde hair sticking up in three directions. Morgan’s heart skips a beat, then does double time to catch up. She can never remember what Leila’s official title is, only that she’s good at everything and is incredibly attractive and, okay, maybe Morgan is a little bit hopelessly in love with her. “Oh, yeah.”

It takes Morgan a second to remember she’d asked a question, scrambling to pick her train of thought back up at the next station. “I thought I recognized him.”

“Yeah, he comes in to like… help with structure and editing and stuff sometimes when he’s in town? Theoretically. I think mostly they just have stupid arguments.”

“That’s cool. I guess I thought since Sam wasn’t working on this doc they’d maybe had a falling out or something. But it’s cool that they’re still friends.”

Leila snorts, and Morgan frowns, trying to figure out where she’s misstepped.

“What?”

“Friends.” She tips her chin up, directing Morgan’s gaze towards the whiteboard that covers the left wall. Sam is diagraming something out, gesturing animatedly with his free hand as he explains. She can’t hear what he’s saying but she has a clear view of the way Peter is looking at him, so intensely focused that it borders on religious adoration. His eyes never leave Sam, his expression softer than Morgan’s ever seen it. It’s the kind of look that suggests there might not be anyone else in the world.

So, okay, ‘friends’ might have been the wrong word to use.

Sam circles his final point on the whiteboard three times for emphasis, and Peter rolls his eyes, but he’s still half-smiling. He says something quiet before glancing around the room, and Morgan drops her eyes back to her work, not wanting to look like she’s been staring. Once he’s satisfied, he twists a hand into Sam’s shirt and tugs him in to kiss him. Sam’s hands go to Peter’s waist and it’s natural the way they fit, twined together like it’s as easy as breathing. If Morgan feels a twinge of longing at that, she shoves it aside.

She figures she should probably let the whole thing drop before she gets too invasive, but curiosity is outweighing common sense by a significant margin, so she just lowers her voice. “So they’re… oh shit, they’re married, aren’t they?” She suddenly remembers the gold band on Peter’s left ring finger, a detail that had been vaguely interesting when she met him and then faded into the background.

Leila looks up again, glancing over to where Sam is now resting his head on Peter’s shoulder while pointing out something on the board and then nods. “Very much so.”

“They don’t coproduce anymore? I know they used to.”

Leila shrugs. “Not for this. They might for other stuff.”

Morgan just shrugs back and they go back to work, everything quiet for a little while. Peter relocates to his desk, Sam perched next to him and alternately looking at something on his phone and leaning over to make suggestions.

The next time Morgan hears them, nearly an hour later, they’re bickering again, Sam’s voice cutting across the room as he packs papers into Peter’s bag. “Date night. You promised. If you don’t leave soon I’m legally allowed to divorce you.”

Peter just raises his eyebrows and keeps typing. “I kinda don’t think that’s how this works.”

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s it, I’m an expert.”

“You’ve been married exactly as as many times as I have.”

“But I’m better at it.”

“Bold claim, Ecklund.” Peter closes his laptop anyway, stealing his bag back from Sam to finish packing up.

Once he’s done, he stops by Leila and Morgan’s table, trailed closely by Sam. “Apparently, I’m leaving early. Are you good to get the segments we talked about finished?”

Leila gives him a thumbs up, and Sam says, “Great!” and promptly drags Peter out by the arm.

Morgan watches them go, then turns back to Leila. “God, that’s so weird.” She hastily backpedals, because that hadn’t sounded anywhere close to the way she meant it. “I mean, not weird weird, they seem super happy and shit, I just never thought about them being married.”

“Who’d you think Peter was married to?”

“I don’t know, could’ve been anyone! Also I… kind of maybe thought he was straight?” Which seems ridiculous in retrospect, but how was she supposed to know?

Leila laughs, and honestly, Morgan’s okay with the fact that she’s being laughed at because holy shit Leila looks gorgeous when she laughs, her face all lit up. “How’s your gaydar?”

“Apparently not as good as I thought.” Of course, that’s not the issue when it comes to Leila, who’s mentioned ex girlfriends as though the short-cropped hair and the array of piercings weren’t sufficient clues. The issue is that Morgan hasn’t been brave enough to ask her out, but something about watching Peter and Sam interact makes her want to be brave enough.

And, okay, maybe it’s a little cruel to Peter (who is, in fact, her boss and is a generally good person), but she doesn’t think she can be more awkward than him and he’s happily married.

So, fuck it, right? “Speaking of… gaydar and everything. Do you wanna get dinner tomorrow night?” As soon as the words leave her lips, Morgan’s heart starts pounding so hard she thinks it might be trying to escape her ribs, and she just gives up on breathing entirely.

Leila looks up, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Thought you’d never ask.”

#do i ever know what i'm doing? fuck no i don't #anyway theyre married #it's fun #american vandal #eldonado #also: lesbian time

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scriptatur · 5 years

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(Demi)love

Soo, it’s @27dragons birthday today and I thought I’d take this as an opportunity to share this... I did not really have the time to revise it and English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes or weird wordings... @27dragons I wish you all the best for your birthday and I hope you have a good one! This is for you :)

Tony Stark had long ago stopped believing in love. Or at least he didn’t believe in the kind of love the media told him should exist. The mushy, romantic stuff that never felt quite right, never actually felt good, just- like a obligation somehow, like going through the moves without bothering to pay attention. Because it didn’t feel real, it didn’t feel like this was something that should actually feel good. So, he stopped believing in love. Because it was easier. It was easier to spend his time with one night stands, or even alone, instead of being reminded how it was never enough. He hadn’t been enough for Pepper. He’d tried, oh how he had tried, but the bunny incident was just one of the many examples of his failure so at one point he just- stopped. He joked, tried to find a way out, saying he was just bad at gifts, bad at romance. But maybe, maybe he was just bad at love. Maybe that wasn’t something he could feel, or deserve. Because if what he felt for Pepper, what Pepper felt for him, wasn’t enough, then he was sure that nothing would ever be.

Tony Stark had long ago stopped believing in love, which was why he was so surprised by the sudden butterflies in his stomach, that he almost dropped his coffee.

“You okay there, Tony?” Steve asked and Tony nodded, dumbly, because what else could he do. He didn’t understand what was going on, was he going into cardiac arrest? But no, JARVIS was monitoring his vitals all the time, this couldn’t be. But it didn’t feel like a panic attack either, it felt- good? What the fuck?

“Tony, you’re looking kinda pale here,” Steve said, taking the cup of coffee out of his hand and putting it down. What the hell was wrong with him? Nobody was allowed to take his coffee away, and yet the fluttering in his stomach only grew stronger as Steve touched him and he caught himself thinking that he would gladly forgo coffee for the rest of his life, if only Steve would not stop looking at him like that, touching him and okay, something was definitely wrong here!

But then he realised that the feeling wasn’t actually that new, somehow. Just stronger, more pointed. But the way his stomach was all fluttery and his knees all weak, the way he wanted to smile and to lean in and-

“Holy shit, is that what love feels like?!”

In retrospective, he realised that this had maybe not been the best idea. Steve froze, staring at him and nope, this was not gonna happen. He abandoned his coffee and fled the scene, or at least that was what he tried to do. Because Steve was of course quicker and stopped him before he could even make it out of the kitchen.

“Tony, wait-“ They both stood there suddenly, starring at each other, neither saying a word, just- yeah, fluttery feelings all over again.

“Did you-“ mean that, maybe? Tony wasn’t sure what Steve was thinking, because he mainly looked surprised, but also maybe a little hopeful? Did that make sense?

“Did you never fall in love before? I mean-“ He blushed, which made the fluttery feelings come back even stronger and okay, this was getting kinda annoying.

“I don’t- I don’t know.” Steve was slowly guiding him back into the kitchen and onto a chair, which was maybe a good idea. He also got his coffee back, so- yay.

“Do you- I mean, you don’t have to tell me of course, if you don’t want to, but…” Steve hesitated, breathed in, breathed out. That seemed like a good idea, Tony realised and let the breath he was still holding go. Ugh, why did that have to happen now?

“What makes you say so?” Steve finally asked.

“What makes me say what?”

“That you’re not sure you’ve ever been in love.” And somehow Steve made the question sound easy, as if it was normal. As if people didn’t fall in love all the time. People on the wrong side of forty to be precise. But the way Steve looked at him, all earnest and open, not judging, not laughing, made Tony want to answer. That and the way he imagined Steve’s smile would be, if he didn’t run away. If he faced this, because Captain America was all about facing your problems and fears head first. Or fist first, most of the times actually.

“I’m not sure… I just- this feels different.” It was dangerous, and probably incredibly stupid to talk to Steve, of all people, about this. Tony was sure that if he did open up, even a bit (or at least a bit more than he already had, assuming it wasn’t already too late), then Steve would surly realise. Would work out that it was him Tony was talking about. But at the same time, he couldn’t really not answer. Captain America’s puppy eyes should definitely be categorised as lethal weapon.

“Different how?”

“I- weaker?” But no, that was not it. It was different, it was something he had never felt before. The closes comparison he could think of was-

“It feels like flying, now. It never felt that way before.”

“Flying?”

“Yeah. Like flying with the armour.” That for some reason, made Steve smile and Tony was so fucked, because there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep him smiling, to have that smile directed at him.

“Yeah, that does sound like falling in love… Did you ever have a crush?”

“A crush? Isn’t that just-“ He broke off, not really knowing how to finish that sentence. But Steve was clearly waiting for something, for him to finish probably. “Isn’t that just something that happens in books, or movies or something?” Tony finally asked and he didn’t even finish the sentence before he regretted it. He had always known something was wrong with him, why did he have to go and ruin everything by voicing it now? But Steve still didn’t look like he was judging him, still didn’t laugh. He smiled, a bit sadly maybe, but still a smile.

“Yeah, for some people it is,” he said, stunning Tony into silence. Or as close to silence Tony Stark could actually come.

“I- what?” He knew he was starring, he knew he should get up, go, make a joke and disappear into the workshop and ideally never come up again, because this was just- it was just too much, all of it. But- “What?”

“Some people never have crushes, Tony. Some people never fall in love, or never want to have a relationship – of sex actually. Is that something you want? Something you enjoy?”

And okay, now Tony was blushing again. That was not supposed to happen anymore. But really, he didn’t think he should be the one to be blamed here.

“Yes?”

“Are you telling me or asking?” Steve wanted to know, smirking gently.

“Telling. I mean, I like sex.”

“But you never had crushes?”

“I guess- no?”

“Hm… Would you say that what you’re feeling now is a crush?”

“I don’t know… It- no? But not- I don’t know.”

“Maybe more than a crush?” Blushing again. Tony nodded, not really willing to answer that out loud. Steve smiled again, all proud now. Why was he proud?

“You might be demiromantic, then,” he said and kinda turned all of Tony’s world upside down.

“Demiwhat?” he whispered, not daring to speak any louder, afraid it would become real if he did. Or maybe afraid it would disappear, he wasn’t too sure which one actually.

“Demiromantic. That’s a word people use to describe the fact that they only feel romantic attraction to someone after they have established a strong emotional bond with that person. It’s on the aromantic spectrum.”

“But I’m bi…” Steve smiled.

“Sure. You can be bi and demi at the same time, there’s nothing wrong with that. Demiromantic just tell you how you experience attraction, not to what people you feel attracted to.”

“But that’s… Is that real?” Steve nodded, reaching out over the table to take Tony’s hand and only then he realised he was trembling.

“Yes, it’s real.”

“Do you…” He didn’t know how to ask, but because Steve was awesome, he didn’t have to.

“No. I’m pansexual and panromantic, but the people at SHIELD told me about all different kinds of orientations when I first woke up, so…”

Tony nodded slowly. That was- a lot.

“I need- I need to think about this…” he said slowly. Steve let go of his hand, but he was still smiling.

“Sure. Take all the time you need, Tony. Just- you’re not broken, okay? I need you to know that.”

“I- fuck Steve, how are you even real?” That had Steve laughing and at the same time there was a soft blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?” He didn’t know why he was asking, didn’t even know he was going to before he did, but Steve just smiled at him, blushed coming in stronger now and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d like that very much,” he said and then met Tony halfway. The kiss was soft and slow, barely there, but it was also everything that Tony didn’t realise he had been missing.

“Date,” Tony blurted as soon as they parted, “let me- I-“ He sighed, rolled his eyes at the way Steve was now definitely laughing at him – but now it didn’t bother him, so that was fine. “Let me take you on a date, was what I wanted to say,” he finally got out.

“Yes, please,” Steve said and the butterflies in Tony’s stomach were back at full force. So maybe, just maybe Tony Stark did believe in love after all.

Thanks for reading :)

#my fic #stony #stevetony #queer #questioning!Tony #demiromantic!tony

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In the Land of Gods and Monsters: Part Three

A/N: I really wanted to get across in this chapter that she knew. That she was aware of all of the warning signs, and that she ignored them and went ahead and fell in love with this man that she knew she shouldn’t anyways. There’s something so…cosmic with that, I feel. Like they just cant help themselves and it kills my ass and I want it to kill you guys too. So this is kind of like a filler chapter, but it’s important to the future of this story because it sets up that notion that she really cant feel bad for her self because THAT BITCH KNEW. SHE WAS TOLD. SHE WAS AWARE.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: As with all of my stories there’s a permanent warning of cursing. I have a mouth like a sailor and express myself through the word fuck. Heavy mentions of Drug Use and Drug Addiction. Starting to stray into the NSFW realm, just heavy petting in this chapter but still. Mentions of Death(murder) of a parent.

Summary: You knew what you were getting yourself into when you met Bucky Barnes. He was a known wise guy. A feared mobster. Everyone in the neighborhood knew his name. Funny, in retrospect, you think that might have been why you couldn’t help but be drawn in like a moth to a flame. This first and foremost, is a love story. Blood stained and littered with bullet holes, but the story of how you fell in love with the man none the less. Mobster!BuckyxPlus Size Reader

All my friends tell me I should move on, I’m lying in the ocean singin’ your song- Dark Paradise, Lana Del Rey

-Past-

Problems with addiction ran in your family; you had an aunt who drank a half pint of vodka a day, a handful of junkie cousins, and a mom who had been in and out of rehab because of her love of prescription pills your entire life. The L/N’s liked their high’s. That was just the way you’d grown up. Even Grandma Viv loved her pot(she had a killer bong collection that would make even the biggest stoner gasp).

And you- you weren’t any different. You liked peaking; smoked weed regularly. Dabbled in coke, more so since you’d met Wanda, and other drugs. Nothing scarily hardcore, nothing in your veins. No needles. Even the words heroine and meth scared you shitless… but you enjoyed being high. Loved the rush of endorphins that came with it. Loved feeling…disconnected from everything bad, even if just for a minute.

Bucky Barnes was your new drug.

He made you feel so much better then anything else you’d ever tried did. He made your heart race and your brain fog over, made your stomach clench in anticipation and all of your inhibitions slip away. And you were starting to crave your fix, more and more. The two of you were together every moment you could be; when he wasn’t “working” and you weren’t helping out in the shop or hanging out with Wanda. It was almost ridiculous; you went at it like teenagers. The moment you were together, you couldn’t keep your hands off him, couldn’t help but revel in the kisses he showered you with. Kisses, and gifts.

You’d come to learn that Bucky was an old school kinda’ guy. He liked spending his money on you; “I’m just givin’ you what you deserve, baby” he’d reassure whenever you’d eye something suspiciously. The most you’d ever been given by a man before him was a headache and a box of chocolate they’d picked up at the local 7-11. And then here Bucky comes; drowning you in bouquets of flowers, taking you to the nicest restaurants. It was honestly all a whirlwind, the last month with him had been something out of a fever dream. More then you could have imagined-and sometimes more then you could make yourself believe, accept.

How was Bucky even real? He was almost perfect…almost.

Wanda continued to warn you, to ground you and remind you exactly what you were fucking with.

“He’s not perfect, Y/N. He’s been to fuckin’ prison before!”

She was…wary, of the relationship you seemed to be building with him. Not in that annoying, whiny way. Where she’d bitch at you constantly about breaking it off, but in a way where she had your back. Made sure you checked in with reality every once and a while.

And the reality of Bucky was that he was a gangster. His flashy car and nice apartment came from blood money. You weren’t ignorant to that, and he knew it. Of course you knew, he’d decided. You were best friends with Wanda- there was no way not to know.

It should have deterred you; knowing about the gambling and killing and crime. He was a dangerous man, you should have taken that in to consideration. And you did, sometimes. When you got a moment where your mind and body weren’t buzzing from his touch…

But mostly,

You just got high.

Like now; he had you pressed up against the side of Wanda’s house, the brick biting your bare shoulders a delicious contrast to the pleasure that came from his hands that were drifting under your top. His lips are pressed to your neck, sucking kisses into the skin there and you let out a breathy whimper when you feel him cup your breast through the thin lace of the bralette you wear, your hardened nipple scraping against his palm.

You and Bucky had messed around, a lot. He told you he couldn’t get enough of you, and he was constantly grabbing you. Turning you into a puddle of goo with his mouth and hands…but you hadn’t gone all the way yet. You were just…scared. That if you let him have that part of you, he might change. Change in the way he seemed you yearn for you.

And you weren’t quite ready for him to stop looking at you like you were Aphrodite reincarnated yet.

“Bucky-” You gasp, your hands that had been bracing themselves on his shoulders begin pushing at them, weakly “Stop, we have to stop”

“No!” you think he says, but it’s muffled by the mouthful of your skin. He nips at your plush flesh and you swear your eyes roll into the back of your head, your nails taloning through the material of his shirt.

Fuck, he just made you feel so good. Your hands travel from his shoulders, planning over the strong muscle, up his neck, making their way to tangle in his hair. You love messing up the pretty, styled locks. Running your fingers through his mane until it stuck up in disarray - you liked knowing you could get him here. Rowel him up this way.

“We’re gonna’ get caught. Wha-” your sentence is cut off by the hiss that leaves your throat as he squeezes your breast, tweaking the bud under your top “What if someone comes out?”

You and Bucky…hadn’t really made anything “official” yet. Another reason you were hesitant to sleep with him. He called you his doll, slung his arm around you and flirted openly with you in front of everyone. The two of you went on a handful of dates; you’d drug him to the museum and he’d taken you to all of his favorite restaurants, up and low scale, you’d even been to his apartment. But there hadn’t been that conversation yet. You know, the big important one. The ‘I want to be with you, and no one else, one.’

“I don’t fuckin’ care, let 'em” He pulls away from his assault on your neck to whisper in your ear, before giving it a wet, languid lick that had your knees shaking and your mouth seeking his needily. He happily obliged and slotted his to yours, the kiss deep from the get go.

See, the dilemma was; Bucky turned off your brain. You couldn’t think, logically, with him. Especially not with him kissing you. So you allow yourself to get lost in the kiss, in his touch. In his smell and the sweet taste of his tongue. Ignoring the fact that Wanda was waiting for you upstairs in her room. You’d told her you were going to take a call, and instead you were getting dry humped against the side of her home.

The Stark and Maximoff families were doing business, their partnership sold as of the moment. Which meant you we’re running into Bucky a whole lot lately. Not that either of you minded, it just made it easier to get sucked into his trap. Under his spell.

You tear your lips away, dragging your head to the side as he tries to recapture them “Wanda’s gonna’ be so pissed at me, I have to go back in”

He huffs out a whine and you smile at your work. For as much as he affected you, you knew(his reactions clear), that you affected him right back. “She’ll get over it. She get’s you all the time”

“Well she’s my best friend, so…” Your eyes trail away as you say it. Not looking at him, not wanting him to read the uncertainty in them.

“And what am I? Chopped liver?” He nuzzles your cheek, pressing a small kiss there. You know he had to be running your face makeup, as usual.

“I don’t know, Buck. You tell me” Your words were knife like and you could feel him hesitate. That just fueled you on though, your hands dropping from his hair.

Did he want to be with you or didn’t he. What the fuck was this?

Bucky wasn’t a stupid man, actually, one of the things you had learnt about him, first and fast, was how insanely smart he was. Like 'Good Will Hunting’ smart.

So of course he picked up on the change of the vibes, on your shifting mood. He just tries to push himself closer though, pressing you tighter to the brick, his body pinning yours even though you were staring to squirm.

“Baby doll…” He breathes, running his nose along your cheekbone and you just close your eyes and retreat from it “Don’t be like that”

“I’m not sure what it is you want from me”

He sighs, the hot air he exhales fanning across the side of your face “Whattya’ mean? I want you, I want you so bad-”

That’s not enough. It’s not enough for him to want you, your body. Not when you want so much more from him.

“I’ve gotta’ go back inside now, Bucky” You push him away, and he can tell your serious so he lets you out of his cage like arms.

“Y/N-”

“It’s fine” You’re re-arranging yourself. Smoothing your shirt back to its previous state and making sure your boobs weren’t popping out due to his ministrations .

“Talk to me then”

“I don’t have time right now”

That earns you another sigh and you look over to see him running his fingers through his hair, slicking it back. It wont exactly stick back into it’s style; into the neat way it had been before you’d messed it up.

Good, some vicious side of you acknowledges. He can’t fix what you’d messed up.

“What about later? We can go get somethin’ to eat”

You hate that you’re so petty sometimes. That because you were feeling insecure, you couldn’t stop yourself from being a bitch.

“I’ve got to work later”

“Baby” This isn’t pleading, this is strong. He’s demanding you, using that tone that you barley ever heard from him. It forces you to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong? I’m not gonna’ beg for you to fuckin’ talk to me when I don’t know what I did wrong, Y/N”

It really shouldn’t turn you on so much, that commanding, strong side of him. Because you knew this was the side that he used in his “work”. This was the Bucky that pepple whispered in fear about.

…And yet there you were, with wet panties.

It made your head spin. Your Bucky high could be too much sometimes…

“You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s fine”

“That’s bullshit”

“Y/N!” Wanda’s voice comes bellowing from somewhere out of sight and you’re happy for it because you didn’t know whether you were about to start an argument with him or let him fuck you against this wall.

His jaw tenses and un-tenses and its your turn to sigh, to reach out for him and run your hand along his arm as you leaned in.

“I’m fine, okay? I’m just- fuck. I’ll text you later okay?”

He doesn’t look convinced, and he’s still doing that jaw thing but he nods and you press a quick smooch to his lips before you step away from him, intent on hurrying back to Wanda because you knew she’d come looking.

You only get a couple steps away though, before you’re being yanked back, into his arms.

You giggle into his mouth as he kisses you, as his hands squeeze at your doughy hips for moment.

“You’d better text me later” He commands, but its playful and light, accentuated by a lick.

“I will” You promise and he glowers down at you so you give him one more peck, dragging his bottom lip out with your teeth as you pull back “I will”

And then you’re walking away, giving him a faint smile before rounding the corner of the house.

When you find Wanda(which is like a game of Where’s Waldo in this big ass fucking house), lounging against the railing of one of the balconies she has a smirk and a raised eyebrow waiting for you.

“Your hair is fucked” She informs you, before she takes a drag of her cigarette and you chuckle and give her a dry “thanks”

You go and lean next to her, not smoking yourself, but staying with her as she does. Raven, Step Mommy number six, had made the house a no smoking zone due to Wanda’s father’s ever worsening lungs. Wanda had of course been livid, but had agreed to light up outside. She hated Raven, but she loved her dad.

“That was a mighty long trip to the bathroom”

“That Mexican we had earlier didn’t agree with me?” You reply lamely, feebly lying and she just busts into laughter.

“Yeah right, you little hooker. I know Bucky had to come by for a drop off”

You shrug and turn so that you face her big back yard. You’re feeling very conflicted.

“Did something happen?” She’s so intuitive it’s like she’s reading your mind sometimes.

“No. Why?”

“Because you usually cant shut up about him” She retorts, turning too so that she’s facing the same direction as you. You snort. It’s pathetic, but it’s true.

“I just don’t know…you know?”

“No, I don’t know. Care to elaborate?” She pries, but she cares. So you don’t totally hate her for making you talk about feelings you couldn’t even comprehend yourself.

“It’s like he wants me, and I know that. But does he want to be with me? I mean you’ve told me about all the girls before and I totally fucking believe it. He’s like- ugh, Wanda. I feel like I’m being an idiot”

“What you need to be thinking about is if you want to be with him” Wanda starts, flicking the ash of her cigarette “It’s not like normal relationships, Y/N. Committing to a man from this life is hardcore. It’s not something you should do on a whim, because shit can hit the fan really fucking fast. If you two are together, like really together, and everyone knows about it- you become a weak spot”

Wanda seems to be fighting to keep herself calm and you feel bad. You hadn’t even really thought about this, about the harsh truth she was about to lay on you.

“And other families, other branches- like to exploit weak spots. You’d be in danger. Constantly. Your name would be connected to his. It happens all the time, someone wants to get back at someone else, they do it through their loved ones-”

It had happened to her. You knew very little about Wanda’s mother and her death. Only the bits that Pietro had reveled to you one drunken night- Wanda, herself, had never brought up the woman. You knew their father loved her, and you knew that she had taken a bullet that had been meant for him. It was sad, in an ironic way. Mr. Metals wife killed by metal.

“I’m not saying Bucky’s the greatest dude, and for all we know he could be talking to other girls, but I think this is the reason he’s being weird about being with you. You’re not an idiot- well I mean you are, for willingly involving yourself with him in the first place” You glare at her and she chuckles.

“But I mean these guys have wives and girlfriends all the time? What if it’s just…me” Your insecure mind forces your mouth to utter the words.

“What do you mean you?”

“I mean I’m obviously not a fucking super model- OW!” When Wanda throws her elbow, very hard you might add, into your boob you cut your sentence short.

“Shut. Up. You are gorgeous and you know it”

“You’re my friend, you have to say that” You continue in vain as you rub your now sore breast. Funny, it’s the one that Bucky had been playing with. Little guy was gettin’ a lot of attention today.

“I really don’t, and you know I wouldn’t if I didn’t think it was true” Honesty rings in her words and you know it to be true. Wanda could be a bitch, you could just picture her telling someone they needed to go powder their nose. She’d told a girl at a party that she should consider brushing her hair every once and a while.

“Y/N” She breaks you out of your silence, out of your thoughts and you turn to her. “You’re my best friend. My only friend, if we’re being real…so I’m going to tell you this, because I love you”

Oh no. You’re not sure you want to hear what she has to say but you stay quiet and brace yourself for it anyway.

“Falling in love with him is a bad idea-”

“I’m not!-”

“But you’re going to. I know it. So I’m telling you now, it’s a bad idea. It’s a truley shitty fucking idea. I love my father, I really do- but he’s a bad man. He does horrible things- daily! And Bucky’s the same”

Her words taste like poison, nothing like the honey sweet ones Bucky filled your mouth with. Her bitter clashed with his sweet and left you torn. You just nod, because you knew damn well she was right and lean into her, your head resting on her taller shoulder.

You don’t say anything, because what is there to say? You cant tell her that you were going to stop seeing him, because you both knew that wasn’t the truth…

“You lesbians want to smoke this blunt with me?” Pietro asks, joyously, obliviously, as he bounces out onto the balcony with the two of you. In his hands is a thick, already rolled weed-gar and on his face is an excited grin. He waggles his eyebrows at you and you cant help but laugh.

Leave it to him to break the tension, to raise the mood.

When it came to the twins; they really were night and day. Where Wanda was unapproachable and slightly antisocial- Pietro was loud and made friends with everyone he met. They balanced each other in a way that was almost unhealthy because you really couldn’t imagine one of them being able to survive without the other.

And so, you opted for a different kind of high. Trying not to think of Bucky as you faced the blunt with both twins. You didn’t know what kind of weed that was, but your completely, stupidly, fucking stoned for hours.

Even when you head into to the Bodega for your shift. Grandma Viv just shoots you one look and tells you to go put some eye drops in so you didn’t scare away her wholesome customers. Time seems to pass both too fast and too slow and you vow to yourself that you’re never smoking with the silver haired twin again because he had to have roofied you.

You’re finally coming down later that night, after a long shower. You’re clad in a matching pair of black pajama shorts and a tank top as you’re sprawled across your bed. It’s starting to get hot, summer time sweltering, and your window is cracked open because the air conditioner is on the fritz yet again and the maitnence man wasn’t going to come until the end of the week.

You grab your phone and scroll through the contacts.

And even though Wanda had warned you- even though you fucking knew what you were playing at, you texted Bucky.

-Hi. What are you up to?

His reply is fast, and unexpected.

-Come outside

That had you sitting up, fast, you’re eyes widening as you hurried to the window. He wasn’t serious- he couldn’t be.

And yet he was. His familiar car is parked in it’s usual spot a few cars past the Bodega…

“Fuck” You hiss as you run to the mirror and look yourself over. Your hair is wet from the shower still, and your face looks chubby and young and bare. You forsure hadn’t gotten to the “No Makeup” part of the relationship yet “Fuck, fuck, fuck”

Your phone buzzes again and you reach over to grab it

-C'mon doll, come outside

-Ur fucking insane you text back, fishing out a bra to throw on quickly under your tank top.

-I know. Hurry.

And so you slip on your furry slides and make your way outside. Your grandma had gone to sleep hours ago, after the store had closed, so you didn’t have to worry about her. You take the stairs down to the ground floor at an embarrassingly fast pace, almost tripping more then once.

God, you were running to him. Litterally. You’re acutely aware of how much of an idiot you are as you step out into the late night air.

He’s standing there, waiting for you outside of his car. A box of roses in his arms. You approach him hesitantly, spearing your lip between your teeth. He grins at you, the closer you get. His eyes drinking you in and you try in vain not to flush under that scrutiny.

“Hi” You say, as you close the gap. Til’ you’re standing right in front of him

“Hi” He breathes back “These are for you” he extends his arms, giving you the flowers that you’d envied on luckier girls social media’s for ages. You look down at them with big eyes. You’d never though anyone would get you something so beautiful…

“Bucky, you didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to”

“But-”

“I want you” He interrupts and your chest clenches and you feel like you need to shut your eyes. Straight to the point. He never seemed to bother with inbetweens. It was all or nothing with him, you’d guessed his severity had been picked up from his “job”.

“Bu-”

“I want us to be together. I do, you know that, right? That’s what earlier was about?”

When you don’t reply his hands grab at you, pulling you by you hips until your bodies are pressed flush against each other- well they would be, if you didn’t hold the box of roses between you like a protective barrier. You cant seem to properly function. So you just grip the flowers, tight.

“My life is messy though, and I don’t want that for you”

“So you want to be with me, but you don’t?” You glare up at him suspiciously.

“No- I just want to be with you. That’s all” He assures, as thought it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“But you just said-”

“I know. And I’ve been thinking that since our first date because, shit, Y/N, I’ve wanted to be with you since then. I don’t want you gettin’ caught up in the cross hairs of all my…shit. But you’re already best friends with Wanda so I figured…screw it. I want to be selfish with you, because I fucking love the way I feel when I’m around you”

You are SCREAMING.

On the inside of course.

Your heart literally feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, like you’re about to start throwing palpitations.

“Just me. No one else?”

He shakes his head vehemently “No one else. Fuck. Is that what you were worried about?”

You don’t answer that, just purse your lips. He takes the roses gently from your arms so that he can place them on the hood of his car. Pulling you close then, once the protective barrier is gone- his body heat plus the early summer air has you sweltering.

“I haven’t been with anyone since we started datin’, Y/N. I promise. And even before that- well none of the women I’ve been with have mattered in a long time”

“That’s horrible” You sniffle into his chest, ever the feminist. You can feel his chest vibrate with laughter.

“I know. I’m not the greatest guy…do you want to be with me, baby girl? I’d understand if you didn’t. It would hurt like a son'uva bitch, I’m not gonna like to ya’, but I’d understand” He soothes as his leather gloved hand rubs circle on your back, playing with the ends of your wet hair.

“I do” You tell him, strongly, pulling away so he can see your face. So he can see how serious you were.

You shouldn’t.

You know that.

But you do, it’s all you want.

When his lips press to yours, in a kiss that’s sweet and passionate and full of something…different, you know you’re fucked.

That’s the thing, you always knew with Bucky.

You hoped for the best.

But you knew, that most likely, this would end in flames. And you’d walked into them with a smile on your face.

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This story is already absolutely painful to write- just because I’ve already written up the outline for it. I know exactly how this is going to end up and it’s like…fuck. Why? Why lord? Next chapter will flash forward to the present and connect back with the Intro.

So yes, Y/N is a confident plus size woman, but she is also a human being. And self doubt is a very prominent human emotion. And I mean come ON, if you were dealing with a guy like Bucky you’d have some questions for yourself too.

Do you guys love Wanda as much as I do? LMFAO I think she’s my favorite character to write.

I’m all but pouring my soul into this story and I really hope you guys can feel that, and enjoy reading it. Let me know! Leave me some love, ya’ll know I’m a slut for comments. I love you guys times a billion. Oh, and ps I'm on winter break so expect a few more updates this week if I get some juicy comments!💛

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