#anyways mean girl a pretended to be my ‘friend’ and wanted to ‘help me prove her innocence’
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There was a murder and I accidentally solved it by a) being an easy/fun/oblivious target for a mean girl and b) being a completionist who knew we weren’t making headway in murder a but was too damn nosy about murder b (which was murder a but I’m face blind so I straight up didn’t realize)
#ra speaks#personal#dreams#going to go drive for a few hours now bueee#byeeee*#it was at an eating disorder camp ??? I wasn’t going there but I was there as like. idk a diversity hire? to talk about trees?#anyways mean girl murderer straight up orchestrated this other girls killing ace attorney villain style#and had like half the other girls in camp in on it but blackmailed/etc. to keep quiet.#and I was involved bc I think??? I knew damn well one of the girls was straight up lying bc I knew where she was bc we were tree talking#but she said she was somewhere else and wouldn’t budge on her testimony#anyways mean girl a pretended to be my ‘friend’ and wanted to ‘help me prove her innocence’#anyways we ended up finding a (supposedly different and much older) body somewhere else#idk why she showed me maybe she was like. bragging???#and my dumbass completely trusted mean girl bc idk dream logic so it seemed irrelevant to the case#until my nosiness brought it up in court and someone smarter than me started putting the pieces together#like hey we know this other kid is dead bc of blood/whatever but we don’t have a body. what do you MEAN you found a body???#me: idk man it seemed way to old and didn’t look relevant to this case and I didn’t know if it was something to bring up w an archeologist#anyways mean girl got got. other girls were color coded fairy folk??? whose parents were pissed but bound by law to not intervene???#and then my alarm went off
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your enhypen hogwarts boyfriend
tags: hogwarts au, gn!reader, this is the grind rn
gryffindor: heeseung, niki
heeseung: quidditch team chaser
secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker
please expect to hype him up and fawn over him on quidditch match days -- especially on matches with slytherin (he always has a bet with jay)
“babe i need you to boo jay if he ever comes near you.”
and he is so serious about this
mcgonagall claims she doesn’t like him but he’s just lucky that he’s actually really good at quidditch (bc his transfiguration grades are not sexy)
excels in defense against the dark arts AND potions but snape hates him
he swears up and down he didn’t do anything this time to get detention but you know better. and he’s always begging the captain to not kick him off
“please, you know snape wants my left buttcheek!”
talks shit before the match (especially to jay) and then feigns innocence if he’s asked about it
this is the result of years of watching quidditch matches with his dad (their favorite team is the montrose magpies -- and he WILL badmouth puddlemere united if that team is mentioned)
likes to sleep next to you in the library after practice while you study
riki: quidditch team beater
rebellious, passionate, and playful -- riki is a gryffindor through and through
always getting caught up in pranks. denies ever being inside zonko’s even though that’s the first place he goes in hogsmeade
like okay ????
claims mrs. norris (filch’s cat) is best friends with him, but he has no real way of proving this
shy about pda because of his friends, so he likes meeting up with you in secret and passing you notes in class
…until he gets caught and has to read them out loud
then he decides that fuck it! it’s better to just air it out anyways. not his problem what they find disgusting!
straight up livin’ that thug life y’all #getrekt
lowkey getting brainwashed by heeseung (go magpies!)
makes up all his dreams for his divination dream journal but always makes it about you so he can pretend to be offended if someone says it’s fake
hufflepuff: sunghoon, jungwon
sunghoon: prefect (head boy)
this hard-working and kind-hearted boy is a true hufflepuff through and through
everyone thought by his looks that he’d either be in slytherin or ravenclaw, but it’s more obvious when he opens his mouth
he’s kind of like cedric diggory -- super well-liked, popular, good-looking, and smart
he’s got all the hufflepuff girls and gays giggling around him n shit
“first years follow me to the common room” and the new hufflepuffs are tripping over their feet trying to ask him questions
it’s okay because he only has eyes for you <3
haha jk sometimes he’ll tease you and say “are you jealous? you look jealous~” and then backtrack and say nevermind that he’s sorry and he doesn’t actually know what other people look like. in fact he only knows one name and it’s yours.
he doesn’t really need to be doing all that but it’s fun messing with him
goes around humbly (not so humbly) bragging about you until he gets smacked by snape for messing around during (but that doesn’t stop him)
he likes taking you to cheesy date spots, like madam puddifoot’s tea shop or the covered walkway near spintwitches sporting needs where everyone else had their first kisses
jungwon: quidditch team seeker
well-rounded, responsible, and dependable -- these are all traits of a hufflepuff that describe jungwon perfectly
to be honest, he’s really just here for the vibes
his favorite pastime is collecting chocolate frog cards
(he is specifically looking for the gold and silver albus dumbledore cards that have been out of circulation for years)
he’s a very talented seeker, but everyone else’s praise doesnt mean anything. he needs YOUR praise specifically and will pretend to not like it just so he can hear it more (but you know better!)
please help him study… he is definitely getting that quidditch scouting from a professional team but jungwon said he might get a T (troll) in history of magic
he has a black cat named dooly that terrorizes him before he sleeps
you like dragging him to the kitchens to eat chocolate snacks with him before bed, but he gets nervous sneaking out sometimes
likes sitting underneath the big willow tree near the black lake with his head in your lap. please run your hands through his hair!
ravenclaw: jake
jake: quidditch team beater
everyone really would’ve expected that he would’ve been in either gryffindor or hufflepuff just based on personality alone
the sorting gave him a choice, and he just went with the house that had more of his friends that he made on the train
he loves it when you show up to practice because now it’s even more awesome! now even more of his favorite people are in the same place
“babe look at this!” while he does a flip ???
if he falls off, now both you AND the rest of his team can laugh at him
loves it even more if you show up to his games fully decked out (beyond his imagination) in his house colors, even if that’s not your house
he never expects this from you but he’s soooo happy when it happens that it motivates you to keep doing it
self-declared next quidditch captain (and flitwick will give it to him)
he’ll even tutor you in transfigurations (his best subject) for kisses, because despite being an athlete, he’s also got good grades???? sometimes god has favorites
“if you think i’m a cool boyfriend, give me a kiss”
his favorite type of date is sneaking out to the kitchens with you and sharing a pudding cake
slytherin: jay, sunoo
jay: quidditch team keeper
unsurprisingly, jay comes from a long line of other slytherins
he’s pretty laidback compared to the rest of his family, but always insists that you go with him to family functions (because “baby they’re too boring without you!”)
you two always end up at the snacks table gossiping with his cool cousins anyways
flexes by buying you all your snacks on the train + of course covers all the dates
pretty popular within slytherin house, but only because he’s good at quidditch and also has pretty good grades (in everything except herbology)
hates the keeper pickup lines and jokes but likes
lined up to be the next captain!
claims he wants to work for the ministry of magic’s department of mysteries
“i got an image to keep”
whatever you say babygirl ^^
expects to be holding hands whenever you’re walking the halls with him
requires a good luck kiss before every quidditch match
sunoo: prefect
a lot of people expected sunoo to get into hufflepuff! he defies expectations
seriously, he made a name for himself within the house
with as ambitious as he is, it’s not that surprising to see that someone has confident and charming as him is in slytherin
he’s someone with friends in every house, probably in every year too
he’s got an “in” with every club on hogwarts campus, so take your pick bae. the world’s your oyster!
he flexes like jay, but instead of galleons, he takes you to restricted areas of campus using his prefect badge
would actually help you break the rules if you wanted to
“you want to break in where?! okay, wait, let me get--”
likes it when you compliment his thoughtfulness or talent in these areas
his best subject is charms ;)
his favorite pastime is watching quidditch practices with you, but all you do is yap together
#daegutowns#enha x y/n#enha x you#enha x reader#enha as#hogwarts au#enha hogwarts au#enha headcanons#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jongseong x reader#jake x reader#jaeyun x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#niki x reader
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Please “How long have you been standing there?” with JJ? Maybe some angst, but you can decide ofcourse. 💗
Pairing: JJ x reader. (part 2 is on my profile if you want)
Summary: I’m just saying that your love lenguage is bullying and you have a big fat crush on JJ.
Warnings: swearing and mean flirting.
A/N: this was in my drafts for such a long time and I wanted to share it. Sorry for my english, I’m Italian and this is not my first lenguage. Continue with the requests❤️
You were tanning on the boat with Kie, when the other boys arrived, interrupting the relaxing moment that you and your best friend were in.
“Rise and shine girls, we have some fish to get” John B shouted while messing up your hair.
You tried to hit him, but the boy was too fast and you gave him the finger. Then you took off your sunglasses, it took you a moment to get used to the strong sunlight and then you saw JJ. You smiled at yourself seeing his new cap.
“Timmy Turner wants his pink hat back JJ '' you expected him to be annoyed or to not respond, but he laughed and went to sit in the spot in front of you.
“How are you, pretty girl ?” he smirked at you. Your stomach aches lightly, stupid fucking cute nickname.
“Not so good now that you're here” he brought his hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. You rolled your eyes and he smiled at you.
“I know that you love me” you lifted your eyebrows unamused while he winked at you.
“You’re so annoying I can’t even look at you” you brought back your sunglasses on and turned your head, only to meet eyes with Kie, who was smiling at you.
“What?” you mouthed at her, confused by her reaction. She rolled her eyes playfully.
“Why are you always so hard on him?” Kiara asked. You two were alone in the chateaux, laying on the couch while the others went to buy dinner.
“What are you talking about?”
“JJ, you’re always picking on him” you smirked to yourself at the question.
“Don’t know, it’s just funny and he annoys me ” Kie lifted her eyebrows.
“You shure?” you nodded a yes.
“So you behave this way with him, being all mean and shit, just because he annoys you?” she positioned herself so she was sitting in front of you.
“Uhm, yeah?” in response she mumbled an unconvinced ‘Okay’.
“Why are you asking me this anyways?”
Kie scoffed “Because you acted like this with Jack Walters too and then hooked up with him.”
You looked at your best friend confused.
“And what are you trying to prove with that?” you scoffed. She smiled like it was the most obvious thing.
“I’m just saying that bullying is your love lenguage and you have a big fat crush on JJ.” You widen your eyes,
“What?” you said in an high pitched voice. “That’s so not true” you threw her a pillow.
“Yes it is!” she threw it back at you.
“No, he annoys me… Like a lot.”
''You wanna tell me that there is not even a small part of you that is attracted to him?”.
You looked right in her eyes trying to think of a comeback, but it took you too long.
“Ah, I knew it” she pointed at you playfully “ and I just know you too well Y/N like-“.
“I’m just saying” you interrupted her,” that I have eyes, I mean everyone can say he is attractive.”
“Oh, just admit it.”
“But he is just so… infuriating, like litterally so-“ you exaled deeply.
“He just makes me mad with his stupid face and his stupid ideas and how he acts and,” you interrupted yourself bringing your hands on your face and making an exasperated sound.
“ God, I think I like him,” you threw your head on the back of the couch, “ am I really that predictable?”
Kie screamed excited “I SO knew it you-” her expression quickly changed.
“What now? You look so dumb with that face Kie, i’m…”
Fucked. You were totally fucked.
JJ was standing right there, right at that moment and you knew you were screwed.
After a few seconds of silence, when the boy couldn’t help but look at you with a smile that made you want to move to another country, the only thing you were able to say was: “How long have you been standing there?”
“You really slept with Walters?”
Shit, he knew about your feelings for him AND one of your worst hookups.
“Well, I’m gonna go now,” Kie said, getting up from her spot. Before leaving the last room you would have ever wanted to be in she mouthed the words “Oh my god” and just left you to your destiny.
“So you like me, uh?” he asked with a smirk.
“Oh, god…” you exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands, “this is karma punishing me.”
JJ's laugh sent you over the edge.
“Laugh again and I’m killing myself” laying on the couch, still with your hands covering your embarrassed face.
“Always so dramatic…” he said, with a grin on and walking towards you.
The blonde offered you a hand, helping you sit up so your eyes were on the same level.
“I guess we have to talk about this,” his blue eyes were intoxicating and you had to remember how to breathe because his voice was so low and smooth and sexy “so let’s say I pick you up later to…sort this out.”
Your throat was sore, maybe you had also forgotten how to speak. You didn’t know what to say and he was still looking at you and you were so nervous and JJ is just so…
“I can’t, I have a date” the lie just slipped off your mouth like nothing, you literally had nothing to do that night.
The boy chuckled another time and took another step towards you.
“Since you are so in love with me, I think you can cancel that” still that smile, still that dreaming voice.
“Shut up, you disgust me” you pushed him away, trying to contain your excitement.
“So my house at eight?”
(part 2)
#outer banks#jj maybank#jj x reader#rafe obx#imagines#outerbanks#obx one shot#obx fluff#obx blurb#obx fic#jj maybank x pogue!reader#jjk x y/n#jj mayback imagine#rafe cameron
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ten times faster
DATE: JULY 29, 2022
summary: as the gang hangs out at your place, peter and you get into an argument about if a guy knows a girl’s body more than her own. when you tell peter that you can come better alone than with him, he decides to prove you wrong.
words: 2.3k
song: A Kiss- the driver era <3
warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [nipple play, fingering] hair pulling, dirty talk?) language, way too much dialogue to deal with
note: this is a random thing i found in my notes and i actually had time to finish it?? i love smut, but let’s be honest, i’m not that good at writing it. but here’s this. frat!peter x female!reader
gif is not mine!
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“i mean, i think the girl would know her own body the best, i’m just saying,” you stated, sipping on your cheap wine as you laid against the couch. you rested your hand on the arm and crossed your legs. you and your friends were having a night in, discussing topics that were anything but age appropriate.
“girls never get to finish anyway,” betty adds and ned looks at her with the most shocked and hurtful look known to man, “hey! that does not include me. i finish every time. if not more.”
we all gag and pretend to throw up while ned whispers a thanks, babe to betty behind it all. you roll your eyes, ready to move on when mr. thinks-he-knows-it-all-just-because-he-gets-good-grades steals the spotlight (clearly you have some frustrations with school and he does not help).
“i mean, i’ve never been with a girl who hasn’t finished,” peter arrogantly voices with a small smirk curling on his face. you didn’t even know girls slept with him (don’t lie, he’s mildly cute. even attractive at most. okay, he’s very attractive. better?) you almost didn’t say anything.
“what is that even supposed to mean?”
“it means the guy knows his girl’s body more than she knows her own,” he shrugs as if he has said the most simplistic thing in the world. peter tilts his beer bottle as he empties it. he makes an overly exaggerated ahh sound of relief as he downs the liquid. it makes you even more irritated.
“how does that even make sense?! just because you’ve had sex with a bunch of girls doesn’t mean you know their bodies. let alone, made them come,” you bit at him, sitting up in your seat. you were no longer at peace with your wine and the couch wasn’t as comfortable as it had been. even though he is one of the smartest people you know (but you would never admit that), sometimes, peter’s stupidity surprises you.
and to note, it was no doubt, blatantly obvious, and super clear— that peter was your least favorite in the group. you could bet he thought the same towards you too. you two were never really “friends”, but are somehow forced to be together every time if you want to see your actual friends. so that’s how mutual friends were created. don’t you love them?
you don’t. at least not this one.
“princess, you don’t need to be jealous of other girls. if you wanted me to help you out—”
“jealous? how conceited are you? you think i want to sleep with you so you can ‘help’ me? please, i know for a fact i can make myself finish ten times faster and stronger than you ever could,” and with that you snatched the bottle of wine and poured a large measurement into your glass. you chugged a good amount and while doing so, you saw peter’s infamous smirk taunting you from the corner of your eye. you set down your nearly empty glass and excused yourself to the bathroom.
“i love watching two people fight over something exhaustingly stupid. it’s entertaining,” mj says as she sips her tea because she was the driver for the night, “this is going to be very interesting.”
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as the night comes to a close, you hug and wave off your friends. you say goodbye to mj, betty, and ned and realize peter wasn’t around. you close the front door with a confused look on your face. when you turn around to clean up the wine glasses, peter comes walking into the living room.
“they left, you know,” you say as you bend down to pick up all the glasses, wrappers, and bottles.
“i’m aware,” peter replies as he follows you into the kitchen. you dump all of the garbage in the trash can and wash your hands.
“then why are you still in my house?” you wit, drying off your hands. without looking, you hear peter’s footsteps getting closer to you in the small kitchen.
“i thought we could test your little theory,” he whispers just over your shoulder and it gives you an odd, unwanted sensation down your spine. you turn your head slightly towards him, so you can see him from the corner of your eye.
“which theory? the one that proves how big of a dick you are?” your chest gets tighter with close proximity, but you still have your wits with you. peter puts his hands on the counter, blocking you from leaving.
you hear him chuckle darkly behind you, which causes you to turn around fully.
“you know what i’m talking about.”
your tailbone is pushed against the edge of the tiled counter when he takes another step toward you. you didn’t even think it was possible to be this close to someone.
there was a heated feeling in your lower belly that you knew all too well, but it was a little different. it’s a lustful feeling, but somewhere inside of you knows that you shouldn’t do this. the wrongness of doing this just makes you want to do it more.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“really? well, let me show you.” he doesn’t wait until you take a deep breath, he just kisses you with hunger and lust. one of his hands from the counter lifts up to caress your neck roughly. you tug at the baby hairs on the back of his neck and you feel him groan in your mouth. one of his fingers gets caught in your hair and he snags it out, but you accidentally moan out.
“oh? you like that?” he releases from the kiss with a smirk, as you try to keep a straight face. he slips off his t-shirt quickly watching your brain rack.
“no—” he lifts you onto the counter and immediately goes back into kissing you with no hesitation. you absentmindedly feel up his body. you’ve never seen him without a shirt on and you would’ve never guessed he was this ripped. you know he saves people for a living, but c’mon on? he gets to be hot too?
what?
okay, you can’t even lie about that. peter IS dangerously attractive whether you hate him or not. it’s a scientific fact in society.
his fingers twists the ends of your shirt and you break the kiss to take it off. you don’t hesitate to get rid of your bra either as you quickly unhook it blindly. peter kisses down your neck harshly as you whimper, trying to keep your moans in. he tugs your hair, now knowing you like it and you can’t help but moan for him. you don’t want him to know how good he’s making you feel, especially when he has barely done anything.
you bit your lip as he kneads your right boob and sucks on your other one. peter sucks around your nipple, pulling and pinching the other one. he spends a good amount of time on your breasts, and if he did it any longer, you sadly might be able to come from just that.
“so i take that you’re a boob guy?” you yank him off of you by his hair. peter groans at the loss of control, so you let go of his hair.
“so you liked it?”
“i never said that—”
“but you never said you didn’t. imagine what it would be like for me to eat you out. may i?” his hand goes straight to the drawstrings on your sweatpants, but you don’t know what he was asking. was he asking if he would take off your sweatpants or eat you out? yes, all of the above is what you wanted to say. oh my god yes a million times yes also came to your head, but that sounds like an agreement to marriage, so maybe not.
“whatever floats your boat, captain,” is what you actually said and you’ve never wanted to hide under a blanket more. embarrassment flows through your veins. however, you stick with it because you can’t change what you said now.
he chuckles with a shake of his head as he slowly tugs your sweatpants down. once they’re off, he pushes your knees to spread your legs and he sees that wet patch of arousal on your panties. peter smirks and you swear you see his brown eyes darken.
“so i take that you’re a boob girl?” he kneads your inner thighs as you huff in frustration.
“shut up and do something,” you roll your eyes.
“aye aye, captain.”
before you could shout and cringe at him, peter’s hands finally go to rub your panties. you whimper as his thumb circles perfectly slow on your clit. you hold his shoulders for balance as you involuntarily move your hips to create faster friction. peter grabs your hips to stop your movements and you whine out.
“more,” you huff, getting wetter and wetter, but aren’t as close to finishing as you can be. he’s deliberately going slow, so you can be tormented.
“tell me what you want, y/n. i’ll probably give it to you,” peter smirks as you looks at you. he removes his hand from your hip to tilt your chin to face him. his eyes are dark and so beautiful it kind of hurts. how can someone so attractive be such a dick? you debate on telling him that you want everything. his mouth, his fingers, his dick. it’s all sounding pretty good right about now.
“dick,” you mumble at him because of his arrogant attitude.
“you want my dick?”
“i—no, i mean yes! but i want your fingers right now,” you squeeze your eyes shut at your neediness and stuttering words. you may be a confident and strong person, but when it comes to sex, you’re the queen at obeying.
“just say please and they’re yours.”
“ugh, you’re such an asshole,” you growl as he flicks your clit three times and you yelp. that little action made you much wetter and he can probably feel that. you are beyond turned on right now and you need him so bad.
“fine! please peter, just do something already!” you grip his shoulders out of irritation and he smiles before yanking your panties down your legs. he rubs you bare for a few moments before he slips two fingers straight into you. you instantly moan out (embarrassing loud), and you can practically feel his ego rising. peter takes his unused hand and pulls at your nipples again. that familiar heat in your belly becomes tighter and tighter as he strategically moves his fingers. peter curls his fingers and twists in a way that’s just so intoxicating and so good that it clouds your mind with lust. you clench around his fingers when he touches a spot deep inside of you.
“you’re so wet. are you going to cum? hmm?” as he talks, his thumb brushes your clit again and you moan again, not trying to hold it back this time.
“peter yes, yes!”
“am i going to make you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can?”
“try me.”
taking the challenge, peter rubs your clit again, while you involuntary open your legs wider, letting him access you deeper. he lowers his head so he’s closer to your ear.
“c’mon love, i know you want to.”
his raspy voice makes you clench around him again and the tightening in your belly finally releases. peter sloppily kisses your neck as you come down from your high.
“good girl,” his deep, sensual voice almost makes you want to do it again. actually, everything he did makes you want to do it again. peter rubs you slowly, drawing your orgasm to a close. he rips off some nearby paper towels and wipes the mess you made. or he made, you should say.
when you go to talk, your voice comes out squeaky, so you clear your throat and try again.
“i still think i can cum faster alone, just so you know,” peter throws the towels in the garbage. you lightly leap off the counter and nearly fall to the ground, but you survive with a little balancing. you bend down to pick up your panties, but they’re gone. you swear you just saw them right there.
“peter—” he turns around with a smirk and your panties twisted around his finger. you gasp, spinning around and grabbing his shirt and throwing it on. you eye him heavily.
“give them back, you dick.”
“or what?”
“or i’m not giving you your shirt back,” you scoff as you cross your arms. his shirt was a bit big for you. meaning, it went down to your mid thighs.
“oh please, keep it. it looks better on you anyway,” he smirks again, looking you up and down and you punch him in the chest. he never has a different expression on his face; just smirking, smirking, and more smirking. “but seriously, i’m keeping these.”
“but why? i really like those ones, asshat! oh my gosh, you probably collect them. you’re a panty collector! i knew you were a weirdo, but jeez, peter,” he coughs looking down, trying to add a comment to your crazy assumption.
“um no. i need to keep these, so when i start telling mj, ned, and betty that i made you cum ten times faster and stronger than you can yourself, i’ll have some proof,” peter winks and starts to walk away. you pinch your face together.
“what are you talking about? you’ll never tell them about this because it never happened! got that?” you shout as he goes across the house. why is he walking around my house?
“whatever floats your boat, captain!”
oh fuck. you’re never living this down.
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thanks for reading!! 😊
#shawnxstyles#peter parker x reader#peter parker#tom holland spiderman#spiderman#peter parker au#peter parker smut#tom holland smut#peter parker fanfics#peter parker x you
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I feel this is cringe but it itches the back of my mind like no other… since it’s late 60s early 70s in tf2, mercs reaction to there being a new recruit who is a female pilot? I’m sorry if this sounds like? Hyper specific ? But she’s like hot biker/pilot bitch who is like the epitome of Cool Girl (tm) flared ripped jeans and tight tank tops yk?
GOING INSANE OVER THIS ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA
I'm so sorry about how long it took to make this and how short it is, I'm trying to do all my requests in order of what I received em ww
TF2 Mercs x Badass Fem Pilot! Reader Headcannons
Wc: 730
Themes: uhh Fluff? Romantic and platonic depends on character
A/N: Sniper bias whoop
A/N 2: okay so. I try to stray away from fem reader stuff but this THIS is a complete exception because I love the idea sm
Taglist: @emotionally-alive-sniper @moopy-milk @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @emotionallyunwellmedic @physically-robotic-medic
Masterlist
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Scout:
-God,, he is immediately in love with your style and vibes.
-Yes, in a simpery way
-Will absolutely fumble on words and flirt miserably
-"Hey girl are you a pilot cause uh you’re really cool"
-Absolutely will find clothes that he thinks suits your style and be your #1 hypeman
Soldier:
-Wants to touch all the buttons
-"SHOW ME YOUR MEDALS!!!!!!"
-Does respect the effort and time you’ve put into training definetly. But is always asking you to prove yourself
-Okay you can pilot but can you do 30 pushups. Right here right now.
Pyro:
-Doesn’t think of you any differently if you’re female
-A new cool friend!!
-Just an adorable little goober. Okay maybe they get to sit in the front sometimes
-Loves loves loves making drawings of you and them and planes!!!! And clouds
Heavy:
-Protective older brother.
-He is SO overprotective of you. You remind him too much of his sisters.
-You’re strong just like them but,, it’s just scary, y’know? He misses them
-Often just kinda chills around- and won’t stand for ANY harassment or anything rude. AHEM spy AHEM
-And the clear bias for you? It’s honestly funny at times
-He definetly makes you sandviches and just. Silently takes care of you
Engie:
-Rocket boosters for the planes. He’s gonna bring it up on multiple occasions
-Makes you little plane trinkets out of wood and stuff!! Pyro paints them :]
-Is so interested in infodumping about mechanical stuff with you- he’s glad he has somebody that just. GETS HIM yknow?
-If you need someplace to go chill away from the chaos that the mercs usually bring, the workshop’s your go-to. Late night convos are the best with this man
Demo:
-Roughhouses!!
-Treats you like one of the guys
-Respectfully ofc but. You’re getting noogies
-Will be offering you beer n stuff, he treats you like a really good friend
-Lives for your vibes
-He thinks you’re so badass!! Hell yeah!!!
Medic:
-Kay so. You probably had to go through lots of training right?? So!;
-Rivalry for first aid.
-Hear me out
-Everyone all of a sudden wants you to help make them feel better when they get small injuries because of the one time you mentionned you had to do a buttload of first-aid courses
-So. Lots of who can make it to the scene and get (injured person) back on their feet the quickest
-Does ask you if you’ve ever expirinenced or witnessed anything wild- such as big crashes, and how people dealt with the situations
-Loves your stories despite pretending to hate you- it’s just a friendly rivalry!
Sniper:
-He’s not one to really apprach you, but he does definetly admire you from a distance.
-He thinks you’re too cool for him :(
-But eventually one day, you’ll ctach him stargazing- and you’d have the amazing idea of bringing him for a ride just the two of you so that you can see the stars
-.God maybe he just fell in love I MEAN WHAT????? ANYWAys
-He LOVES stargazing with you!!
-You get to tell eachother stories and it’s overall really calming- a nice from the hectic mercenary life
-He also happens to know a fair bit about constellations, so he’ll infodump unconsiously if you let him :)
Spy:
-Spyyyy… dislikes your ideals, and has traditional values
-Not a fan of the way you hold yourself, but will eventually warm up a bit
-Im sorry,, I just don’t like Spy aheh anyways
-You probably end up showing off your skills- not of purpose though, just- you seen a natural at what you do, and that’s when he sees that maybe there’s a reason you’re such a big deal
(Bonus!) All:
-They all fight over who gets to sit in the passenger seat. Some are more civil about it, for example Engineer or Heavy- but they still want to sit in the front for their own reasons. You may have walked into the room only to find all the mercs fighting iver who’s calling shotgun for the next ride.
“I AM GOING TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!”
“NO WAY CHUCKLEFUCK, I’M SITTIN’ NEXT TA THE HOT CHICK!”
“No. Heavy will sit next to pilot for protection. Is only fair.”
“Ya’ll- I have some things I’d like to see up close in the cockpit, I think I should be next.”
“Mmhhph!!!”
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Sep.20.23
#x reader#fanfic#tf2#team fortress 2#team fortress two#tf2 scout#tf2 pyro#tf2 soldier#tf2 sniper#tf2 mesic#tf2 heavy#tf2 demo#tf2 spy#team fortress 2 x reader#tf2 headcannons
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That’s a lot of questions, but I’ll try my best to answer them all!
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Aoi doesn’t care about an individual perception of her, she genuinely has no interest in a stranger because she always assumes they have bad intentions. They want to hurt her: It does not matter if they are jealous or worship the ground she walks on, they they will hurt her. Which is a sad way to view the world, so she defends herself.
Her attitude is a big wall that says “If I don’t care about you or your opinion, you can’t hurt me”.
She detaches herself from it all, preferring apathy over being vulnerable and opening herself to be hurt. This lack of confrontation, this apparent lack of care (she doesn’t seem to ask even simple things most kids would in her situation “Why are you bullying me?”) makes her feel arrogant, which feeds into people’s bad view of her and prove her trust issues right, which gives her more reasons to believe she is right and became more arrogant.
Akane was always there to stop anyone from going too far when messing with her, so she can look down on others even when they got aggressive without fearing for her health. She can’t be hurt emotionally in her indifference, and she doesn’t care about physical injuries, not when the most she’ll get with Akane around to protect her is a scratch.
So she keeps this up to the point Akane genuinely starts believing she is a tough girl that doesn’t care when people are mean to her.
But she does.
She just pushes it all away, and pretends she is above it all. Growing genuine in her arrogance after training herself to not care all the time, convinced the way the world sees her doesn’t matter, because they don’t matter.
Aoi can’t use this defense when she already cares about someone, but she still naturally assumes the worst of people when it comes to how they view her, so something as small as a petty fight with someone whose views she deeply values can be extremely hurtful.
She is scared.
“Akane hates me, he doesn’t want to be friends anymore, he never liked me in the first place!"
She is also visibly angry: She hates that she cares, she hates that she can’t hide it. Notice how she doesn’t say anything or try to run after Akane. She is trying very hard to convince herself she “Doesn’t care”, she wants so badly to ignore Akane, or to hate him, but she can’t do either, so she defaults to being angry at herself.
The reason Akane finds her crying so cute is not because the tears look cute, is because it shows how much she cares about him. Under all that bravado and arrogance Aoi is a sensitive girl who wants to be loved, and she is very attached to the people she considers friends, she can act tough all she wants but if a loved one says "I hate you" she is so distressed she cries.
Aoi hates how sweet and 'weak' her heart under all her icy defenses. Akane finds it cute.
Akane was her only friend for most of her life, so the person she pays the most attention to, and the one she compares herself to the most is Akane.
Akane is the direct opposite of her: People are unfair to Aoi and she react by closing her heart so no one can hurt her. People are unfair to Akane, making him do annoying work without giving him anything in return, and he reacts by loudly acknowledging people are being unfair instead of bottling up any discomfort, and trying his best anyways instead of running away, keeping his heart open and wearing his emotions and feelings on his sleeves.
Akane doesn’t care about others opinion of him, he’ll swing his bat like a crazy person at school and be rude as fuck to people he just met, but he help other because he wants to help, he is a nice person.
In comparison to Akane, Aoi feels selfish, cruel, and cold. She only ever cares and worries about her close friends because their opinions matter to her.
Akane is someone even she, with all her walls, can’t help but love. And since she is the oppose of him... Is easy to come to the conclusion she is unlovable. She may not care about a stranger calling her a slut, but she can see people don’t like her. Again and again, people always find some problem with her.
She hates herself too, so she is convinced even the people that claim they love her don’t care about her, they just love the sweet personality they come up with after seeing her pretty face, and they’ll hate her when they realize there is more to her than a cutesy smile.
She is unlovable by design, so she assumes the only reason her friends don’t hate her yet, is because they don’t know her true self.
The “cute, sweet, and friendly, popular girl with a pretty face!” is loved. She is Nene’s best friend, the girl all the guys want and all the girls envy.
But Aoi? The arrogant and distant coward that is scared of caring too much? She isn’t loved by anyone. She is sure she will be rejected if she act honest, so she doesn’t even try.
Her life was never a “perfect life”.
Aoi is either by Nene's or Akane’s side. She isn’t close to anyone else.
The manga is in Nene’s point of view so her situation is narrated through rose tinted glasses: Nene lives in a fantasy world where Aoi’s life is perfect since being popular is Nene’s dream, so Aoi’s popular life must be amazing! Right?
Nene can’t break this view. Even when the truth stares her in the face. She does not change her view.
Aoi was a wreck when she tried to apologize, but she does regret trying to kill Nene, she wants to apologize, so she tries her best to get out of her comfort zone and face her biggest fears for Nene: She is willing to have a confrontation instead of hiding
Instead of asking Aoi how she feel, or making any questions about her behavior, Nene immediately dismissed all of Aoi’s actions. Nene doesn’t want to deal with Aoi’s problems, she just wants her popular bubbly friend back.
Their hug in chapter 96 means Nene embraced the “popular girl bff with a pretty face” and rejected Aoi.
Aoi is hurt by this, but she is a coward, so she accepts it, pretending nothing happened. (I go into more detail about Nene’s views, and why Aoi doesn’t open up: Here.)
Despite all her flaws, Aoi is not nearly as bad as she sees herself as, she is mostly insecure, desperate to be loved even when she feel like she doesn’t particularly deserve it.
She is harsh on herself, wanting to keep all her emotions under tight control, but she is sweet to her friends, she genuinely loves them and tries to fight her bad habits. She wants them to be happy!
She’ll get invested in topics she doesn’t personally care about, because she knows Nene likes it, and worry about Akane’s health for the simple reason that she cares, she wants the best for them.
Her sweet side clashes with her bad habit to always assume the worst.
Despite being a sweet girl at heart, caring about others is still very painful. It does not come easy for Aoi, who has trained herself to be isolated from her peers.
She wants her friends to look at her, she wants to be important and be reassured she is loved! But even when she is shown love, she doesn’t believe in it
She convinced herself they don’t care about her, just like all these strangers don’t care about her. And she is arrogant enough to believe she is always right, so if she can’t see this ‘wonderful girl’ Akane sees, it just means Akane is the wrong one. That this isn’t her insecurities talking, Akane is the one lying, he is the one that doesn’t truly love her.
Aoi believes she has misled him just like she had misled Nene, and she wants to talk about it, she wants to be honest, she is so tired of hiding her flaws! But she is too scared to risk losing the love she is given so she will keep hiding, she’ll keep lying to herself that it doesn’t matter, as she has done since she was a small child.
All the things that she claims to hate about Akane, the things that make her feel envious, and lacking in comparison, are also what she wishes she had, things she genuinely admires about him. Things that make him so special and “easy to love” in her eyes.
The idea Akane isn’t lovable does not compute to her. She never says “he is not my type” even when she is neck deep in denial because to Aoi, only an idiot wouldn’t see how lovable Akane is, and Aoi is too arrogant to lower herself to the level of an idiot.
She adores him so much that even when she believes the “cute humble and popular Aoi” is the only Aoi he’ll ever love, she can’t let go. She keeps him at arm's length to not get too attached, but she can’t bring herself to truly run away, to reject him point blank.
She wants him after all, when we get a glimpse of her alone with her defenses down, she melts just from watching him work hard.
She wants them to be closer (unrelated but I can’t get over how she went “watching Akane from my window isn’t enough, let me lean on my balcony, so we are closer.”)
She wants them to be side by side. She wants to accept his confessions. But she is too scared to admit even to herself that she is smitten.
Opening up is hard for her after all, and admitting he cares about him so much? That’s terrifying.
So she runs.
Because if Akane gets too close he might see her flaws, and if her “unlovable self” make him stop loving her, if her flaws make him leave her, she will crumble.
When her usual defense of “I don’t care, you can’t hurt me!” isn’t effective, her second one is to distance herself from what is hurting her so she has some ‘control’ of the situation.
The drug no.6 gave her may have lowered her empathy, but “discarding people so they can’t hurt her” and “running far far away” has always been an itch she had. She always dismisses any stranger from her life, because she doesn't need them. She always runs away when she is hurt.
Is a desire born from the ugliest, most selfish, and insecure parts of her heart, something her kinder and friendlier side never allowed her to act on. But it is a part of her, the one she hates: this is the “unlovable Aoi” to the extreme, fully out.
Is a part she constantly tries to hide, but is always there, as important to her character as her kindness. A part of her that is resentful of the world and wants to stop caring altogether, to hide and hide forever, make it so only she can hurt herself.
She assumes if Nene asks Akane out he’ll accept, despite how much Akane only focuses on her, so she spends a week without going to school to spare herself the pain.
She accepts Akane “have been lying and secretly still likes Lemon” right away because of a silly ghost game, going straight into depressive mode and running away from the pain.
She genuinely wants Akane to be happy, and while she wants him to be happy with her, she hates her possessive nature, using her usual defense mechanism and trying to convince herself she doesn’t care about him, that he is disposable.
She doesn’t want to hurt anyone but she is arrogant, so she doesn’t protest or do anything to show she likes Akane (even when its obvious), going “I hope you’re happy” and running before she says what she really wants and ‘ruin their fun’ and ‘give her feelings away’.
She wants control over the situation: To leave before others ‘inevitably’ leave her. And Akane knows.
But he genuinely like her for who she is, he know how sensitive she is under her smile, so he always run after her to calm her down.
Akane is her biggest weakness and Aoi despises feeling weak and out of control. So her crush on him is a two edge sword.
She genuinely believed Akane doesn’t love her real self, but she also used it as an excuse to have control over her crush, to justify her lack of courage to pursue a relationship.
She is still the same scared kid that cried when Akane said he hates her and got mad at herself for crying about it.
She is too arrogant to admit Akane has control over her feelings even when her composure is shattered.
Part of her genuinely doesn’t want to care, she wants to raise her walls and keep Akane away so he can’t hurt her! That is why she stabbed him and tried to throw him away in the first place.
She tries so hard to use her usual “I don’t care about you, so your opinion can’t hurt me” strategy with him, it's frustrating that it doesn’t work.
She is a flustered mess by the point Akane start gushing about a flaw she hates so much and makes her life difficult.
The reason she is uncomfortable with Akane is because she is uncomfortable when she can’t control her emotions. And Akane? He could make her blush even when his approach was so tactless she dissociated from his shower of neverending compliments, so this assertive approach, practically forcing Aoi to accept that he likes her for who she is and that she can’t run away from his love no matter how hard she tries, it’s as much of a dream (she always wanted to be loved fully) as it is a nightmare (he is too direct! He does not give this poor coward a break!!).
He doesn’t allow her any escape. He is taking her far far away from her comfort zone. Her panic is completely and utterly genuine. Help her cause she does not know what to do.
She isn’t able to give him a verbal answer when Akane asks “Do you like me, even just a little bit?” but Akane never expected an answer.
He only acted so bold in the first place (holding her and kissing her neck) because at this point, he already knows she loves him.
Aoi doesn’t deny his claim, she doesn’t use meaningless excuses like “We can’t marry because that would make me Aoi Aoi” , she just... cling to him, holding on.
Only after she hugs him back (which is a silent “I love you too” in this context) does Akane go for the kiss.
Let's compare when Akane tries to kiss her to a similar scene where she is genuinely uncomfortable so I can show you she is more nervous and flustered by his advances than truly scared or uneasy.
In chapter 24 Hanako possessed Nene and tried to ‘seduce’ Aoi. Aoi had no idea supernaturals exist at the time, and she even goes “Nene-chan...?” to show she fully believes this is Nene, not some ghost possessing her friend.
There is a lot of focus on Nene’s reaction, an attempt to make it comedic, but Aoi is extremely uncomfortable with this forceful behavior.
Aoi likes Nene, Nene is one of the two people she considers a friend, but she hated this: She is sweating, there isn’t even a hint of blush on her face, and she keep her hands far away, having her back on a wall. She likes to hold hands with Nene, comfortable being touchy with her friend, but in this situation, her instinct is to lean away. She doesn’t want it. She is uneasy.
Now let's go back to chapter 69. There are a lot of similarities, both Hanako (who she assume is Nene) and Akane hold her chin before trying to kiss her and both have her backed into a wall. Akane should arguably be worst cause she hasn’t been touchy with him in years while she is constantly holding Nene’s hand, but not only does Aoi blush, she doesn’t try to run from her feelings like usual, she reaches for him, holding on to his jacket.
She isn’t confident, she is sweating and shocked, (which makes sense considering how chaotic her night have been) but there is light in her eyes: She is scared, but she wants to kiss him too.
She have craved to be closer to Akane for ages but this talk didn’t magically heal her issues, no matter how much she dislikes this part of her, she is still an arrogant coward at heart: This kiss is hard for her. Any sort of intimacy is. It goes agaist her instinct to hide and sabotage herself.
That’s why she always blushes hard and gets extremely nervous with Akane when he gets too close. Even when what he is doing isn’t forceful, it feels overwhelming to Aoi.
She needs to hold back the urge to run. She needs to fight the urge to think about the worst and trust him, allow Akane to have sway over her emotions.
She still have a long way to go, and I’m rooting for her.
#tbhk#toilet bound hanako kun#jshk#jibaku shonen hanako kun#aoi akane#akane aoi#nene yashiro#aoiaoi#aoikane#I think i trimmed down enough to take away the 'read more' actually#but still...#long post#i hope this helped cherrynene i swear i did my best#character analysis
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Hey! Not sure how many times I can request, so I’ll just make my appearance as small as I can (no promises though 😉)
B u t.
I was able to think of something else, because I was inspired by the story of Pallas and Athena (she was a daughter of Triton and friends with Athena before accidentally getting killed by her during a competition). So, how does a relationship between a child of Triton (a.k.a the reader) and Annabeth sound?
Maybe things were rocky at first, since Annabeth was a hard-to-get gal, but the more the reader protected her and went out of their way to use every drop of their power JUST for her the more Annabeth started to love them. Does that sound good?
(P.S. I don’t know why, but I can see the reader accidentally splashing Annabeth with water at one point when they tried to woo her, which ended up with her reeking of salt water for days. Also, I think you did a good job with Hecate!reader! Oh, and sorry for how long this is.)
I have no limits on how much you can request so you can send in as many as you want! I just take some time with them💀 I’m also glad you enjoyed the previous one, I had so much fun with it😍😍
I REALLY like this one because we all know how Annabeth is with stories of the gods and heros
She’s studied and remembers all of the ancient stories of Greek mythology, so it only made sense for her to avoid you after finding out your father was Triton
So while both of you know the story of Pallas and Athena, you don’t think much of it while Annabeth fully believes that history can and will repeat itself
Which is why she avoids reader to the MAX when they first meet
As much as she gravitated towards your easygoing and friendly personality, Annabeth feared that your guys’ friendship would lead to your demise one way or another
You wanting to prove her wrong on her theory, made it a point to try and be her friend, no matter what😍😍
Small talks turn into full conversations, with you mostly speaking while Annabeth tries not to give in to the temptation of continuing the interesting subjects you bring up
Imagine you standing up for her whenever Clarrise and her siblings start talking smack about her :0
“Back off Clarrise, why don’t you actually do something productive for once instead of obsessing over Annabeth.”
Cue some insults thrown your way while said girl walks away
“I had that covered Y/N, I didn’t need your help. But… thanks, anyway.”
SHES SO FLUSTERED AS SHE WALKS AWAY WHILE YOU CHUCKLE AHH
Your smile when you to bump into the girl around camp slowly breaks her resolve too
You always manage to see how her eyes light up whenever you’re around which makes your heart FLUTTER UGH
Lingering eyes on each other definitely makes Annabeth rethink her original plan on keeping her distance from you
Ok maybe it’s just me but I can see the reader being kind of a show off BUT IN A GOOD WAY
Like you’re always trying to get Annabeth’s attention one way or another, meaning that some of those ways aren’t the smartest ones
Like one time you wanted to put up a water show for the girl which ended up with her and anyone in a 100 foot vicinity to be soaked in sea water after a miscalculation on how much water you needed to complete your show💀💀
She pretended to be upset with how you made her and countless other campers smell like salt water but would bust out laughing whenever she saw you around camp for the entirety of the week
Secretly loved it though because the water smelt similar to you
Annabeth would slowly forget about Pallas and her mothers story especially after seeing you risk your life countless times for her during battles and secret attacks near the camp
Like that one time you forced her to stay within the camp grounds once you saw how she was knocked down by an angry hellhound
She can still remember being held back by some of her siblings as she watched you get ganged up by more hellhounds, watching from the side as your chest heaved in exhaustion
Remembering how she rushed to your side, gently holding your face as fear coursed through her body, watching as you took shallow breathes
It was then that she knew she grew to care about you too much to just stand by while you protected her from the monsters of the world
Her eyes still trace over the scars left behind from that battle, guilt planting itself in her heart whenever you catch her eye when she’s caught staring at you
Definitely gets frustrated at you when you don’t understand why she was so upset when you took her place in the battlefield
She cares for you too much and she would let out her confession to you in the moment
Then you would confess to her as well and basically explain why you protected her the way you did and everything would easily fall into place
Now she isn’t afraid to hold long conversations with you, but she does tend to hide her face in your shoulder when her siblings tease her about her new partner
You would definitely join in on their teasing too💀
Annabeth enjoys taking long walks beside the shore with you
Sometimes you even take her below into the cool abyss and just take her to your favorite spots in the ocean
She also enjoys being able to hug you whenever, loving how the fresh scent of the sea tends to linger on your skin URGHHH😭💔💔💔💔
IM MAKING MYSELF SAD CUZ I WANT THIS LMAO
OMG AND YOU BOTH TRACE EACH OTHERS BATTLE SCARS WHENEVER YOU GUYS CUDDLE TOGETHER I CANT💔💔
She doesn’t care about how you don’t think your actions through, she’s just supporting you all the way no matter how weird and silly they are
Like trying to balance the hilt of a sword on your forehead (homegirl was literally biting her nails in fear that the sword would fall over and stab you💀)
BUT…
Do beware, everything may seem perfect in the moment but Annabeth was correct about one thing
History does repeat itself in the end
It’s up to both of you to see if your story ends in happiness or tragedy
#pjo x reader#percy jackson and the olympians x reader#Percy jackson x reader#Annabeth x reader#Annabeth chase x reader#Annabeth chase#annabeth pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson pjo#pjo x you#x reader#percy jackson#Annabeth pjo x reader
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French Lessons - Pierre Gasly
Pierre has had enough of his friend's bad French, but in teaching them reveals one of his best-kept secrets.
Warnings: fluff, slight moment of angst, awful French, friends to lovers, new writer
Note: sorry about disappearing, anyway this is so bad but I hope you like it, please do leave feedback :)
"Je m'apelle y/n" you read out from your textbook, mimicking the conversation between the two characters in it. "comment ça va?" you continue, flicking your eyes over the bold text.
Pierre, your best friend, is currently slouched on your sofa, scrolling through his phone. Every so often, he raises his eyes to look at you, or sighs loudly.
"Ça va bien, merci" you continue, whispering it back to yourself several times in order to imprint it properly in your brain. You had an important test coming up, and you were determined to prove everyone wrong, to show them that you could learn a new language, even if you were starting it in your adult years. "Salut! Je m'apelle y/n. et tu?" you restarted the conversation.
A loud sigh was heard from across the room. "Am I boring you?" you inquire, turning around in your chair to face Pierre. "No, but your French is" he replies, tossing his phone onto the sofa. You frown at him, but he quickly follows "Why won't you let me teach you some actually useful French?", moving his feet to make space for you on the sofa.
"I've got to study for my test Pierre, I'm sorry" you reply. "You've been studying the same conversation for the past hour, it's getting tiring." he grumbles back, clearly annoyed. "Sorry that I bore you that much, you can leave if you want" you turn back around in your chair. Pierre realises how harsh his comment had come off and says "You don't bore me, I'm sorry, that was mean of me"
You don't reply, pretending to not acknowledge him. "Y/n come on I'm sorry" Pierre repeats, standing up and walking over to your desk. Suddenly you felt Pierre's strong arms cage you in from behind, and you relaxed a little. "How can I make it up to you" he mumbles in your ear. You suddenly had a great idea. "How about you help me practice this?"
Pierre drags you back to the sofa, after snatching your textbook from your desk. "Alright, I'll be person A" you nod at him. "Bonjour! Comment ça va? Je m'apelle Pierre et je suis votre professeur de français aujourd'hui." (Hello, how are you, My name is Pierre and I am your French teacher today)
"Pierre" you giggle "that's not in the textbook, what does it even mean?" He waves you off, continuing. "Ecoutez. Jaime les chiens" He motions for you to repeat. "Jaime les chiens" you reply, still giggling at his serious demeanour. "Jaime les chats" you repeat after him again. "et je t'aime" he finishes, looking you right in the eyes. You pause, knowing what it meant, and hoping he had meant it. "je t'aime" you whisper back, still lost in his eyes.
"I mean it y/n" he whispers, the air still thick with tension. You nod gently, and he slowly leans towards you, pressing his rough hand on your cheek. Your lips meet gently, softly pushing against the others. He tasted of mint, his lips soft and careful. You had dreamt of this moment for god knows how long.
You both pull away after a while, and you laugh at the state of Pierre’s hair after you had been running your hands through it. “What?” he gives you a puzzled look. “Come here” you say, and he moved towards you. You reach out for the tossed strands and move them back to the correct side of his parting. “All better” you say. He gives you a sweet peck, and pulls you into his chest.
Pierre has helped you with your French ever since, your rewards for mastering new words often sweet kisses. Every time you come home with a test score, you always call Pierre, who is overjoyed with your progress and couldn’t be prouder.
“I guess my French Lessons must be paying off, maybe I should become a French teacher” He teases. You pout. “No you can’t, all the girls would just crush on you” He chuckles. “What, does that make you jealous?” “Very” “Okay Madame but you always know it will always be you” He assured you, leaning over to press his lips on yours. “I love you” He mumbles against your lips. “Je t’aime aussi”
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Thoughts on Uprising ep14 “Tagged”
- note: we are now in Unknown Territory, for me! I have not watched any episodes past this point! all I know is what I’ve seen chatter about; that’s it!! SO LET’S GET STARTED.
- cold open: I see we have a team of feral dogs libertarian street artists making trouble in Argon! good thing they got away from the cops, at least?? (in re: feral dogs: Night Vale references? anyone? anyone?)
- “my fanclub strikes again” “you mean my fanclub” Tron are you being SASSY??? I agree with Beck, this is an improvement!!
- I get the sense from this conversation that Beck is still a little testy about his encounter with Cyrus, hence his insistence on bringing the street artists into the fold. Tron is advising caution, but I think Beck is feeling a little stretched thin by all this Renegade stuff and wants some, y’know, help. can’t say I blame the kid.
- then we cut to Paige dealing with a bomb threat on a train and it is lowkey kind of hilarious how she shoves the bomb squad aside and fucking opens the bomb herself—like girl!!!!! we have the bomb squad for a reason!!!!!!! STOP. thank god it’s just a paint bomb, cause she would’ve been derezzed instantly if it wasn’t.
- then Beck catches up with the artists three and basically does to them what Tron did to him; poses as a Black Guard and questions them and then reveals himself to be “Tron” aka the Renegade. also the subtitles totally gave away Mara’s role in the Jolly Tricksters, which… boo. but I love Beck’s obvious shock when he sees her; he was not counting on that! also Mara kind of flirting with “Tron” makes me (and Beck) uncomfortable…..
- meanwhile back at Tron’s, Beck tries to feel out why Tron chose him and also tries to suss out what, if anything, Tron will tell him about the Stranger/Cyrus. (again, not sure Cyrus actually introduced himself in the previous episode; I think I was too busy cussing to actually remember….) anyway, Beck wants Tron to tell him about Cyrus, but Tron is apparently pretending that chapter of his life DID NOT HAPPEN. (also Beck’s weird wrist circuits are still freaking me out………. hope they don’t prove significant in the future……)
- back in the main plot (though I’m surprised that this episode is ALL A-plot! no charming sideplot required, apparently!): Beck gets the Jolly Tricksters to do a distraction so he can sneak in and get some intel from Tesler’s ship. he’s in and out with no trouble, but then: trouble arrives!! in the form of Moog and Rasket who want to put a tag on Tesler’s whole ass ship. Mara is the only one of them with any sense, and she insists on going with the Renegade to get them back.
- so Moog and Rasket (Raskay~~ whatever your name is Rasket) do their big tag, and get fucking caught by Pavel. and taken to a torture chamber, essentially. Pavel’s doing that thing where he swings between silly and deadly serious and it’s a little terrifying. the torture device is horrifying and very much Do Not Want from me, like……… holy shit. and they don’t even shy away from showing it onscreen!!!! WHAT THE FUCK, SHOW. it’s like the creators realized Disney wasn’t gonna do shit to promote their show and just decided to do whatever!!!!!!!! jesus.
- Mara and Beck-as-Renegade save them tho!!! hooray!! and then Beck gives them all an assignment—keep the gate open—that Moog and Rasket immediately give up on and Mara, I can’t believe you thought you could control these two!! my god!!! but she manages to buy time for the Renegade as Beck is fighting Paige (there were some good shots in that fight btw) and they all just barely escape and ooOOF.
- less great that Moog and Rasket are out, and that Beck, as much as he needs Mara, can’t afford to put his friend in danger and essentially pushes her away. sigh.
- and then Beck and Tron have a conversation in PUBLIC ABOUT THIS???? AND TRON DON’T EVEN HAVE HIS FACE COVERED???????? the FUCK are you doing Tron???? GODDDDD.
- that said the coda of Mara doing another tag is glorious, and I hope we see more of her efforts towards revolution in the future. Beck is absolutely right: she really truly believes in the cause, and if (who she thinks is) Tron telling her he doesn’t need her doesn’t make her give up, then nothing will.
- all in all: fun little romp of an episode, and a very nice breather after the sheer fuck-inducing intensity of the previous episode.
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Kabe Koji Ending Thoughts
I wanted to give this one some time to marinate, and myself time to watch it again, because I have to confess the first time I was a little disappointed.
Yeah. I left episode 7 crying, aching inside for both Nekoyashiki and Issei and wondering how they would resolve Nekoyashiki’s glaring self-esteem problems, his self-loathing and his desperate need for acceptance and belonging, and thinking that twenty some minutes could never do the thing justice.
And in a way I was right. Nekoyashiki apparently only had to hear that he should draw what he loves to finally get it together, and voila! Everything slots into place.
At least that’s what I figured at first.
But then I really thought about it. Hasn’t he been hearing that from everyone, over and over and over, almost every episode? Yamada, Framboise, Issei...all of them have been saying it to him in one way or another the entire time. So no, after some marinating I don’t think that it was just Yamada saying it right then that did it. It was Nekoyashiki finally being in the right place to really hear it. it wasn’t a case of one and done - it was more a slow realization, the words sinking in and biding their time until Nekoyashiki was finally at a place where he was able to listen to them.
The time skip of a few months was another sneaky way to get past showing the inevitable work that he’d have to put in to truly resolving his issues, but honestly it’s a 24 minute show and I think we all deserve some damn cute after last ep so time skip away, I say.
There was a lot I loved about this ep. Framboise being his fabulous self, seeing the look of satisfaction on Nekoyashiki’s face and knowing that he’d done something he was proud of. The manga being about Issei and him, and how doing that was what finally made him calm and okay with whatever. It was lovely seeing him finally settled in his own skin. Tsubasa showing up to get the manga and bring it back to Issei (that mask did not one thing to really hide who he was - I know Yamada clocked him because my girl is smart). Issei crying as he reads it (and oh, that shot of Nekoyashiki holding the please recognize me sign and looking all shy, I liked that). Issei walking right back out of the closet that his well-meaning reporter friend put him back in after he was dragged out by the other one’s scoop. I really loved that. I loved him putting his money where his mouth is, so to speak, and choosing love - both in his personal and professional life. I loved the rest of Shiny Smile encouraging him.
I liked that it was Tsubasa who did the thing, too, because Issei helped him out when he was at his lowest. He can pretend he doesn’t care all he wants but that’s such a lie, and this proved it.
I also liked that the reporter did his own part to try to help. I love that Issei won two of the grumpiest people he knows over just by being kind and sunny and genuine with them.
I am sad that Framboise didn’t fulfill his dream of getting Nekoyashiki to the get together, but there is always next Comic King. He got a yes once, I fully believe that the man will be more tenacious than ever and get a second one, even if Nekoyashiki makes a bit of a fuss (he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t make a bit of a fuss anyway. That’s why we love him).
The scene between Issei and Nekoyashiki was very sweet and I loved it, aside from the spinny cam. Can we just not do the spinning please? My poor head can’t take it. I’m not even disappointed with no kiss, the handhold was adorable and Nekoyashiki’s whispered “I like you, too” felt almost like getting one after all. And I liked the implication that they’re living together in the end (and aw, the Issei stalker wall is back up. I swear Nekoyashiki found the one man in the world who isn’t fazed by that. What a keeper).
All in all I thought this was a gem of a show, and actually moved me more than some more “serious” dramas have in the past. 9/10, would recommend. I’m gonna miss this Monday treat.
#Kabe-Koji-Nekoyashiki-kun Desires to be Recognized#Kabe Sa Doujin Sakka no Neko Yashiki-kun wa Shouninyokkyuu wo Kojiraseteiru
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Okay, so, Your Turn To Die (A Death Game by Majority Vote) spoilers ahead or w/e but I just finished watching the first two chapters of YTTD and I have to say: “Sou Hiyori”, if that even is your real name (its not), is the Absolute Most Character I’ve ever seen.
Like, this poor guy roles up, kidnapped, to a death game & the people in charge are immediately like “Hi, hello, you have a 0% chance of surviving this, look at our AI generated data boy”. And he’s like “oh no, I have to become a different person to survive??? I guess???” And then maybe gets like abused by real/AI Sou Hiyori??? I’m not sure I assume that gets expanded on later lol
Then he meets the other contestants and is like “Okay, I’m going to hang out around the girl with the best chance of survival and be really friendly and useful and this’ll be great :)” but his resolve lasts not even three minutes? I guess he gets bored??? Bc Sara is, if not polite, at least not actively impolite to anyone? But anyway he decides to be THE most suspicious person anyone has ever met ever and for why??? Unclear.
And if ALL that wasn’t enough, during the first death game he IMMEDIATELY proves why he had a zero percent survival rate. Like, Sara’s cool, don’t get me wrong, I love her very very much and she’s precious, but every outcome is a possibility Sara at least *thought* about, which means there *is* a universe where she gets everyone’s votes lined up in the second death game, and then betrays them all anyway and escapes with Nao. On pain of not wanting to die, she reveals what she believes to be the truth: that her best friend is someone safe to vote to kill in the first death game. Like, it’s all understandable, don’t misunderstand me, but it’s that ability to do what she has to that lets her survive so many death games. And Keiji too, he’s willing to lie & mislead & push all decisions on a 16-18 year old girl, and that ruthlessness also is helpful in a death game.
But our Sou Hiyori is like “haha I’m going to act like the world’s biggest scum & set it up so either someone I think is a traitor dies (good), OR I die (also cool, & I don’t have to watch this high school student die, bonus!)”. And listen, it’s not that he’s not smart, EVERYONE in this game, from baby elementary school student Gin to high school professor Mishima is very smart, but then he does THE EXACT SAME THING the second game.
This man stumbles around, concussed, the entire free time before the first game, then pretends to get knocked out AGAIN for the second free time before getting up to shenanigans where he is trying his hardest to get everyone out and free and alive, but as soon as they are forced to enter the second game he’s like “Whelp. Time to be a jerk again :)”. And tries to set everything up so either the child he *thinks* is going to die is voted for (even though he KNOWS he wouldn’t be picked to go with her, she feels guilty about Sara, if she got to pick the one other person to go free with her SHE’D PICK SARA) or he gets voted to die (Great! Once again, I don’t have to die :)). And then he gets MAD at the end if you vote to kill the child and save him! Like, my guy!!! You are not cut out for death games!!! No wonder you always die!!! Truly incredible.
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Gossip Girl Reboot 2x03: Quotes
- “No table at Odeon? No comps at Dame? Waiting in line at Ostbahnhof? (Max)
- You waited in line? (Luna)
- See? Thank you. She gets it. Diagnosis? (Max)
- Your cachet’s based on everyone’s desire to fuck you. Now that you’ve gone from Élite to Baby-Sitters Club, you might as well have moved to Austin. (Luna)
- So you’re saying now that the world knows he’s in a relationship, he’s boring? (Aki)
- Exactly. (Luna)
- Maybe you need your very own Manhattan Maxploration. That helped me when my image needed updating. (Julien)
- No. No. You can’t explore a barren ground. This is absurd. But nothing I can’t fix by end of the day. (Audrey)
- How? (Aki)
- How? (Max)
- By helping you do what you do best. Throwing a party. A debaucherous, drug-fueled, who’s-who and who’s-under-who, proving, in sheep’s clothing or out, you are still the Wolfe. You don’t even have to partake. You just have to present. (Audrey)
- From participant to promoter is a level up.” (Luna)
- “Maybe “crash and burn” is a good place to stop. I’m getting contact basic, anyway.” (Luna to Julien)
- “What was once peace is about to be blown to pieces.” (GG)
- “Your ratios are all off. If I wanted CBD, I’d go to CVS.” (Max)
- “Do you think that you could introduce us? (Monet)
- Sorry, my mee-maw taught me to never get involved in other people’s relationships. If it goes badly, you could lose a friend. I’m sorry.” (Grace)
- “How lovely to be dragged down by you again. (Julien)
- I’ll bounce back. And faster. (Monet)
- Synthetics usually do. (Julien)
- Ooh...” (Monet)
- “So maybe we’re thinking too small. I mean, why be a local sensation when you can be a global one?” (Audrey to Max)
- “And we don’t engage in frivolities anymore. We’ve, matured. (Max’s friend)
- What, from six months ago?” (Max)
- “Isn’t because you’ve gotten boring. It’s because everyone else has. (Audrey)
- No, they’ve just forgotten what fun is. And it’s up to us to remind them.” (Max)
- “You’re smart, stunning, cunning, and cruel, but I’m not really into girls. Now we can both get what we want. Power and influence. What’s the problem? You of all people understand it’s the illusion that matters, not really.” (Grace’s friend)
- “Well, I... I wanted a sapphic victory, but I got Pyrrhic one instead. Turns out, she’s a secret straight. (Monet)
- It’s okay. It’s human nature for us to convince ourselves that the things we’re doing are noble when they’re selfish. If I can’t get what I want, instead of letting it go, I just figure out another way of going after it.” (Julien)
- “Really been beating myself up about that. But the truth is.... I am sick of pretending that I’m some great person. I use people I try to control things. You should let everyone be who they are too. Life around us is never smooth. And you’re only gonna be able to hide that for so long before it explodes all over you.” (Julien to Obie)
- “None of us are as bad as we think we are.” (Kate’s nemesis teacher)
- No.... Some of us are worse.” (Kate)
- “I think i’d rather just spend the night with you two. At home. I mean, what good is a bad reputation if you can’t spend it with the ones you care about?” (Max to Audrey and Aki)
#gg#gossip girl 2x03#gossip girl reboot 2x03#gossip girl quotes#gg reboot 2x03#quotes#citation#quotation#quote#gossip girl hbo
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We are three
and your hair is the color of starlight.
We lie on our stomachs
on the floor of a ship
our postures, our outfits, our hairstyles identical
eyes wide and rapt as we watch the magic being performed before us
and I look at your soft blue eyes that sparkle with wonder
and they are the most magical thing I have ever seen.
We are five
and I am the main character.
You always want to be the princess
and I am left to play the prince, the street rat, the hero
whether I want to play him or not
because there is only ever one girl in the movies
and I go home and I find the soundtracks and the tapes
and I listen, over and over and over and over
until I am word- and pitch-perfect
and I can sing his half of the duet to you.
We are seven
and you are leaving.
Neither of us understands why
or where you are going really
or how far away Alabama is from Virginia
or what it is going to mean
except that it means we won’t see each other every week anymore
and we promise to write and to visit
and we pack up your room together
and you make me promise to take good care of the sofa
the one that was your grandfather’s and that your parents can’t take
and we hug so, so hard
and I pretend I don’t notice when my mother doesn’t answer my question
about when we can see you again
and I sit alone in my room and I miss you for the first time.
We are thirteen
and you remembered to write.
You send me a letter about your school
and about the books you like and the stories you write,
and you send me a tiny, tiny picture,
your school picture,
and I stare at it for a very long time,
thinking about how we both wear glasses now
and that we both cut our hair shorter
but yours is to your shoulders and mine is to my ears
and I look hard but I can’t see your freckles anymore
and I think about sending you my picture in trade
but I don’t want you to see me
because everyone tells me I am fat and ugly
and I want you to remember me when I was almost as pretty as you
and anyway my mom forgot to buy my pictures this year
and I tell you that when I write back
and I talk about the same books that I love too and the things I write as well,
and I tell you I miss you
but I don’t tell you that I don’t enjoy Scouting anymore without you
and I don’t tell you about the girl I thought I could be friends with
because she had eyes and hair almost the same color as yours
but who turned out to say such nasty things that I can’t prove are mean
because she’s rich and popular and I’m not
and I don’t tell you about the cigar box I call my butterfly jar
where I keep all my special memories to make me smile when I’m sad
and I keep going back to your picture.
We are twenty-two
and you are getting married.
I drive with my mother through seven states
and you greet me for the first time in fifteen years with a smile and a hug
and it’s like we’ve never been apart
and you laugh as you tell me how you met your husband-to-be
and we giggle as we realize we have the same opinions on Star Trek
and you’re so excited to show me the groom’s cake
and you tell me how much you love my new short hair
and I still have my glasses but you’ve shed yours
and I’m not a bridesmaid but that’s okay
because when you need someone to help you fasten your train up so you don’t trip
you ask me before you ask anyone else
and I come out onto the dance floor with you and the others to do the party dances
and your smile is as beautiful as ever.
We are twenty-nine
and you are a mother.
I don’t get on Facebook very much these days
I’m not even sure we’re still friends
�� because I think you might have consolidated your profile
but it’s fine because you’re still friends with my mother at least
and she makes sure I know what you’re up to
and she tells me about your beautiful children
and how proud your brother is to be an uncle
and what you and your family are getting up to
and one day you share a picture
of two girls swing dancing together
and you say that if you had stayed in Virginia
if you hadn’t moved away
that would have been us
you and me
and I think about that sometimes before I fall asleep at night.
We are thirty-two
and I know myself now.
It’s been a long hard fight
and I had to learn a lot of words and unlearn a lot of other things
and it took time to find the courage to tell others
but I know who I am now
and I know what I can be
and I know what I feel and have felt and will feel again
but it took so long
and I feel like I lost so much
and I wish I could talk to you about it a little bit more
and I wish I could have talked to you about it before
and I wonder how much better I would know myself
and where we would be now
if we had begun with one simple truth:
We are three
and five
and seven
and thirteen
and twenty-two
and twenty-nine
and thirty-two
and I am in love with you.
#poetry#ollie writes#queer love poetry#i guess#this has just kind of been floating in my head all day#and I wanted to get it out#things you don't realize growing up
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BARBIE MANIFESTO
I’m gonna see the Barbie movie tonight
because I had a feminist mother who didn’t buy us Barbies
and when I said I wanted to be a nurse, she said why don’t you be a doctor,
but I really did want to be a nurse
because of the perky hats they got to wear,
bobby-pinned to their sleek, shiny hair,
and I’m going to wear pink to the Barbie movie,
hot pink, the color of cheap candy,
like the chalky sugar cigarettes we pretended to smoke
with their fake red tips,
and I’m going to squeal like a cheerleader on Ecstasy,
I’m going to be silly and girly and super excited,
and all the things you were never supposed to be,
because doing anything like a girl–running,
or throwing, or thinking or writing or talking,
is the worst insult—
an icky, sticky, oozing, bleeding, shrill, smelly girlie-girl.
It means you’re not smart, or cool.
You cry when they throw footballs at your chest
which my boyfriend did in high school
because he wanted to help me toughen up.
It means you’ll be laughed at and dismissed,
so I’ve acted serious and intelligent
and tough for about a thousand years, just to prove them all wrong,
but now I’m begging to be dismissed—please! Dismiss me,
so I can lounge by the pool in a bright pink bikini
while some Ken bring me drinks with little umbrellas.
Because I’m tired of proving my point.
I don’t remember what my point is anyway,
or the point of this whole thing in the first place—
men, women, who cares? I just want to hide under the bed
with my best friend and a flashlight, constructing secret worlds
we can live in forever. I want to grow old on Planet Girl,
painting each of my stubby fingernails a different color of neon.
I have pretended I sprang fully-grown
from the forehead of my father, bristling with armor.
I have worn olive drab and camouflaged the delight I once took
in smearing myself with Vaseline and admiring my new little breast-buds
in the midnight mirror. I have done all the right things,
I have feigned interest in what bored me,
I have feigned politeness. I have pretended that my inner organs
are not all glistening pink, my heart and my liver and my lungs.
Pink as your own tongue, or the pads of your feet, or your palms.
— Alison Luterman (from Rattle)
#poetry#alison luterman#barbie manifesto#barbenheimer#women in poetry#the girls are girling#coquettecore#or whaetever#modern poetry#freeform poem#poetryblr
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Prom: Josh and Henry
[Henry]
Henry and Josh were waiting at the school for everyone else to show up since he knew that David would be bringing her and her friends there. He was just making the finishing touches on the decorations before they arrived. “Do you think that it looks good? Should I have done more?”
[Josh]
“They look fine to me, but I don’t know Hallie all that well. If David thinks she’ll like them and you do then she will.” He responded. “I think it’s nice you guys are doing this for her. I am sure she’ll appreciate it.”
[Henry]
“I did prevent her from going to the one that she wanted to go to though. I tried to invite the same people from before that she wanted us to pick up on the way.” He smiles before pulling Josh closer to him. “Well we can always enjoy the music while we wait or do other things…” Henry teases.
[Josh]
“Right, Hallie was telling me about her friends. They seem…great.” He nods before feeling Henry pulling him closer. “Hm we are moving slow. We just got back together and I already slept with you way sooner then I should have. You still have to prove you changed.”
[Henry]
“What, we can’t kiss for a bit then? That is still going slow…and um speaking of which. They mentioned that there are some changes you are going through that I don’t know about. What were they talking about?”
[Josh]
“I don’t know…” He said before hearing the question. “Nothing that I know of.” He shrugged. “Anyway, so your parents ended your punishment just for tonight or are you still grounded?”
[Henry]
“What do you mean you don’t know? They made it sound like it was really bad…that worries me.” He tells him. “Yeah they ended the grounding starting tonight so.” Henry says before hearing everyone else walking into the room.
[Josh]
“Nothing has changed from what I know. But he would be the one you would ask. I figured you wanted him anyway. You did bring him out.” Josh said before looking over and seeing the group walk in.
[Henry]
“What? No, why would I want him. He is cold and doesn’t care. I didn’t mean to bring him out. It has been a while since I have seen it, so I don’t even know what I did to bring him out.” Henry says honestly. “Plus he is not as cuddly as you.”
[Josh]
“He comes out every time I top, you know that. So you did ask for him. I don’t mind. I mean it’s just a part of me that I can’t get rid of, so it’s not a big deal if you did.” Josh responded before watching one of the football players spike the punch. “Hm..”
[Henry]
“I was trying to make it up to you, not him. Is there a way for you to, you know…suppress it? I heard my grandmother had a friend who had a bunch of personalities and he took some sort of medication to help with that.” He says before looking over at what one of the football players was doing. Henry saw one of the girls dragging Hallie to the bathroom and it was confusing because it looked like she didn’t want to go.
[Josh]
“I don’t know, my parents don’t really talk about it. They just pretend it doesn’t happen. I went to a bunch of doctors when I was young. But it’s fine. Really.” He smiles before watching the interaction. “Is everything okay?”
[Henry]
“Well if it gets to be too much I can ask my grandma about it.” He says before watching as she came back out in a not so good state. “Um I actually don’t know…” Henry watched as one of the players picked her up and David seemed to be getting irritated. “I think I should go over there and help him.”
[Josh]
“I promise I will.” He smiled reassuringly. “Are you sure? Maybe you should let David and Hallie work it out. Didn’t you say Hallie was still mad at you? Just…these are her friends right? I don’t want you to be upset or anything.”
[Henry]
“I mean just listening to their conversation it doesn’t seem like they are friends…they have been using my sister as a guinea pig for drugs…what the hell. No, I need to…my mom would kill me if I let them do that to her. I will be right back. I promise.” Henry says before giving Josh a kiss and then going over and hearing them talking poorly of his sister, he punched one of the football players.
[Josh]
Josh kissed Henry back before watching him walk over to Hallie and David. He watched the interaction before seeing Henry punch one of the guys in the face. He moved over to the group before stopping as he saw Hope and Zach walk in.
[Henry]
He headed back over to Josh and told him that he was texting his parents about what was happening. “I need to help so that my sister doesn’t remember those horrible people. Can you help David keep an eye on Hallie while I help my parents really fast? I need to replace her memories.” He tells Josh before going over and bit down on Hallie’s neck to replace her memories and David caught her.
He then walked back over to Josh. “I will come outside shortly. I promise. Just make sure she is okay please.” Henry asks.
[Josh]
Everything happened really fast before Henry was back in the school. Josh looked over at David and Hallie, who was still knocked out. “Um…did you need anything? Like did you…did you want me to help with her?”
[Henry]
Henry heard David telling him to help get the doors while he carried Hallie outside. He waited until Josh left before helping his parents and then leaving the school. There was some blood on his tux but he didn’t mind. Then he made his way outside to where Josh was before hearing his mom locking the door.
He got into the car with them as they drove back to their house.
[Josh]
Josh opened the door for David before seeing Henry. “So…I guess the party is over?” He asked as he sat in the car with everyone. “I’m really sorry about how they were treating Hallie…that sucks.” He says awkwardly to the two boys.
[Henry]
“Yeah the party is officially over. But we can still you know…listen to music in my room if you want? I feel bad you came out here and it wasn’t even for that long.” He says. “She kept telling me they were her friends. I should have known that they weren’t her actual friends. I feel horrible.”
[Josh]
“It’s fine. I’m not a big prom person anyway. I just wanted to go for you and her really. It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs. “How could you know though? You aren’t always around and they are smart enough to know not to do that in front of people.”
[Henry]
“I am her brother. I should have seen the signs or realized it when people talked in school.” He sighed. He got a message from Hope telling them to go stay at David’s.
Once they arrived at the house, David told them they are more than welcome to stay since the night didn’t really go as well as they hoped. Then he carried Hallie inside. “Did you want to come inside too?” Henry asks.
[Josh]
Josh stepped out of the car with everyone and looked at Henry. “I can’t stay the night but I can stay for a second.” He told him, smiling. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You did try to give her good memories to help her.”
[Henry]
“I did give her good memories of the four of us at the prom instead of the assholes showing up.” He tells him before taking his hand. “I have my own room here just in case.” Henry leads Josh inside to his designated room.
[Josh]
“You have a room in his house? Are they really getting married?” He asked as he followed Henry. “They were assholes. But now they are gone so it doesn’t matter.”
[Henry]
“Yeah, and yes they are. They seem very in love with each other and he has been nothing but supportive for her so I don’t see why they couldn’t.” He says as they make their way down the hall.
[Josh]
“She is pretty young though.” He says as he looked around the house. “Is he rich or something? Teachers don’t have a lot money right?”
[Henry]
“He is older so he had a lot more saved up than most people and he was planning on trying to have a family soon anyway. I am sure that’s why my aunt introduced them?” He sits down on the bed and gestures for Josh to join him. “I don’t know. I think they started to improve the salary depending on where they teach.”
[Josh]
“Oh Hallie’s into older boys. That’s sexy.” He laughed as he sat down on the bed. “I am sure your parents loved that. But I will say he seems to love her a lot, which is nice.” He smiles. “But anyway, I’m sorry your surprise was ruined.”
[Henry]
“Yeah they weren’t very fond of it but he did want to meet them and give them a good impression of him. I mean he faced my dad and that in itself is an accomplishment to make it out alive.” He teases. “It’s okay I guess. I still get to spend time with you so it’s not a complete loss.”
[Josh]
“Yeah I had fun…for the second we were there.” He teased. “Your dad was nice to me. I am sure since Hallie is your only sister it’s a bit different.”
[henry]
“Yeah, he is a lot more protective of Hallie. She is the little girl. I wonder what will happen if my mom has another baby girl…I mean if Hallie has moved out by that point maybe she won’t mind?” He says while taking Josh’s hand in his.
[Josh]
Josh smiled as Henry took his hand and nodded, “I am sure she would love a sister. It might take some getting used to, but I thought your mom was going to kill your dad if she got pregnant again?”
[Henry]
“Yeah I highly doubt she would. She would die too so I don’t know. I think it would take her more than a while to get used to. I am sure that I will probably have another baby brother, boys seem to be the strongest in the gene pool.”
[Josh]
“Well if your mom was queen people would love her. All they want is sons.” He teased. “Well she’s not pregnant so it’s fine.” Josh reminded him before looking at him. “Did you still…want to kiss me?”
[Henry]
Henry nodded his head as he looked over at Josh. “Of course I do. I always do.” He smiles before leaning in and cupping the boy’s cheeks before giving him a kiss.
[Josh]
Josh kissed him back before smiling, “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. If you could just ask your grandma for help I would appreciate it.”
[Henry]
“I can definitely ask her to help you.” He smiled before giving him another kiss as he pulled the boy closer to him.
[Josh]
“Okay, thanks.” He smiled before feeling Henry pulling him closer to him. “Also I think our parents should meet…like really meet.” He said against the boy's lips as they kissed.
[Henry]
“Did you want to come with me? I can’t see her ever saying no…” He tells him before nodding. “I think I can convince my parents to behave.”
[Josh]
Josh’s eyes widened, “You want me to meet the queen? No…no I can’t. I…what would I even say? I would have to tell my parents. They would want to go. I can’t…”
[Henry]
“Well yeah? I mean it’s not that big of a deal and plus I will be with you every step of the way Josh don’t worry.” Henry reassures him. “I mean if your parents get along with my grandparents that is a step in the right direction.”
[Josh]
“It’s not a big deal to you because they are your family. They literally make the laws I live by. My parents are big about the royal family, you know this. I just can’t go over and meet them.”
[Henry]
“Okay? I know they are so that is why I said if you want to you can bring them. They don’t like when people make such a fuss about them. The only thing you don’t want to do is hit on my grandmother. My grandfather has quite the temper when it comes to her.” He tells Josh. “I mean technically my mom is a princess so that is still royalty and I am a prince technically speaking so…”
[Josh]
“Why would I hit on your grandmother?” He asked. “Well when would you want to do this? I mean I would need time to prepare, you know. My parents will need time.” He responds. “Well actually you were named duke when you were born, you wouldn’t be named prince unless your parents were next in line. It’s a long thing.”
[Henry]
“I am talking about your father possibly. Some try to give her a compliment but if he perceives it a certain way well…so we should definitely prep your parents. I mean I will tell him to be on his best behavior and if Misty is there he will most likely listen to her.” He says before looking at Josh.
“What if I brought you first alone and then we could bring your family after you meet my parents? I mean…well technically my mom is next in line for the throne and if my grandparents didn’t go back to it then my parents would have had those roles.”
[Josh]
“Oh, your father changed the law of succession?” He asked before nodding. “That makes sense, skipping over women is so dumb. Women can be queens without a man.” He said. “Honestly my dad is more likely to hit on your mom. He said they went to school together. He was just in a different class or something.”
[Henry]
“I mean yeah he changed it because I guess my other uncle wasn’t fit enough to be king so Hope seemed to have the most stable head out of all of them at the time so…” He shrugged. “Yeah don’t have your dad hit on my mom. He doesn’t take lightly to people hitting on my mom either. And she doesn’t have much tolerance for it either. I heard she beat up a bunch of guys before for flirting with her and if my mom is having another kid then that chance is more likely to go up. It’s the protective gene thing.”
[Josh]
“Well I hope he doesn’t. I am sure he wouldn't. I was just saying the likelihood that he insults your grandmother is slim to none.” He replies. “Does your family just kill people that hit on them? They haven’t heard of just…saying no?”
[Henry]
“Well no. They tell them no and to back off and sometimes people don’t listen. Then they threaten them and if they still don’t listen then they die. They have the choice to listen and respect my family and if they don’t they suffer the consequences much like if someone insults the queen the punishment can be death. My mom has been through a lot that is why my dad is so protective of her. She has said no to people and they did things to her…”
[Josh]
“Oh…you don’t have to…you don’t have to tell me anymore if you aren’t comfortable.” Josh says as he kind of got what Henry was hinting at. “Um, I will just maybe go and ask if the queen is comfortable with my parents meeting her and if she says yes then they can come in and if not, they will stay outside.”
[Henry]
Henry shifted a bit before nodding his head. “Yeah that would work too. I mean if we are trying to get you some help though it might be better to bring them on a different day so that they don’t distract her from wanting help though. I think she would have to bring us to meet someone…”
[Josh]
“Meet someone? I don’t understand. Like a doctor or a therapist? I have tried some before, but I’m sure that the castle has more qualified people to help me.” He shrugged. “I still have to ask permission though. I can say they come another time, but they still are my parents. I can’t help if they want to be involved.”
[Henry]
“I know. And yeah meet someone. She knows of someone who has the same thing as you. The whole split personality thing. They were friends.I don’t know what happened but I am sure she will be able to bring you to him or something. Maybe he would be able to help?” He tells him. “Of course, you still need permission. I am not telling you not to bring them. How much time do you think they would need in order to prepare?”
[Josh]
“I’m not sure. I should go and ask.” He said as he stood up. “Besides, my parents will be freaking out after what happened at the prom. What exactly do I say again?”
[Henry]
“For all intensive purposes it was just the four of us at the prom to celebrate for my sister. That is all that they need to know. And we invited a few friends but they got into a crash since they were doing things they weren’t supposed to and crashed before ever arriving. That sounds believable right?”
[Josh]
“I mean I think so. But I do remember them mentioning taking photos on Hallie’s phone. You might want to delete those.” He says before kissing him softly. “I will call you later okay?”
[Henry]
“Oh yeah I can do that.” He smiles when Josh kisses him. “Did you want me to fly you home? I mean I don’t want you going home alone, it is late and everything.” He tells him.
[Josh]
“I love you, but you flying me home will just freak my parents out again. I don’t need them asking you to go through how you shift again. But thank you.” He smiled. “I’ll let you know when I get home.”
[Henry]
“Oh yeah it can be hard to explain…you are right. Okay then yes please tell me when you get home.” Henry smiles before getting up so that he could walk Josh to the door.
[Josh]
Josh walked with Henry to the door before kissing his cheek. “I will see you later. Have a good night Henry. If you get bored, call me.” He teased before leaving the house.
[Henry]
Henry blushed as Josh kissed his cheek. “Okay I will see you later and you know I will most definitely call you.” He teases back as he watches the other leave before heading back inside.
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Wreck My Plans.
Mob!Bucky x Reader AU
Run-through: Taking time off work, you come back to your hometown for the holiday season, and you decide to go clubbing with a few friends. There, in the middle of the dark, loud room your eyes meet with a pair of familiar blue ones. Ones which you never thought you’d see again after so many years. There he was, your ex-boyfriend; Bucky Barnes.
Themes: mob!bucky, smut, fluff,
a/n: i missed my Sin Army. Happy evermore day. And to my Marvel fam, how we doin’ after those trailers?!
Time stopped.
One minute the music was deafening and the next, you couldn’t even hear it. All you could focus on was your current, erratic heartbeat as you stared into a pair of stormy, blue eyes. They looked darker and much more mesmerizing than you remember.
His name echoed in your head as a smile formed on your face. Bucky.
The smile on his face mimicked yours as he walked over to you at the bar, crossing the ocean of drunk people swaying to the music. Amongst the crowd he crossed, were some of your friends who ditched you just minutes ago to go have fun with a pair of dudes they met just upon entering the club.
You could join them, but rubbing your body against a stranger’s sweaty body was not what you intended to do tonight so you stayed back at the bar.
Good thing you did so, else you wouldn’t have noticed Bucky on the other side of the room.
You smiled a little brighter once he stood in front of you. Very, very well dressed in his dark suit.
“Is it really you?” he spoke, teasing you right away. Just like he used to.
You smiled and rolled your eyes at him, mainly to hide your nervousness as you realized how much deeper his voice had gotten. Or how much more attractive he was. He had always been a hottie, now even more so. Muscular and tall, even with the suit on you could tell he had a body to die for.
You and Bucky broke up right after graduating high school. You moved for uni while he stayed behind and joined his family business. It wasn’t a messy break up, just two 18-year-olds deciding to end a relationship and focus on their futures.
You finished college a few years later then moved again, for your dream job. And now, almost 7 years later, you were back in your hometown for the holidays for the first time in a long time.
“It is. How have you been, Buck?”
He smiled and took the seat right beside you. “Great.” he wasn’t lying. “You?”
You let out a little laugh. “Are we seriously gonna do the whole work and the weather thing?” you asked, and he laughed.
Oh how you had missed his laugh. It’s been years since you saw him, but everything about him was so familiar it hurt. The way his eyes closed when he smiled or laughed too hard. The blue in his eyes, the crinkles by them. The perfect shape of his nose which you always teased him for.
Everything about him reminded you of a simpler, happier time of your life.
He stared into your eyes for a few seconds, then smiled in nostalgia. “You’re just as pretty.”
You rolled your eyes again, casually ignoring the sparks which flew in between you two.
“Oh please. Enough about me, what about you? You’re quite the talk of the town I heard.” It was true, they were saying all sorts of things about him ever since you came home. No one knew where he lived, whether he was in town currently or no - he was, you just confirmed it a few minutes ago.
“Yeah? What have you heard so far?” he spoke with a smirk on. Words didn’t affect him anymore.
You raised an eyebrow. “So the rumors are true?”
He chuckled, and signaled the bartender to bring him a drink. You watched each of his actions cautiously. Everything about him screamed power. His stance, his movements, his poise. You had heard around that his dad’s business was doing poorly years ago and he turned to some shady stuff. And he dragged his son along. Something about mob, gangs and illegal stuff. You had trouble believing it at first, because you knew him. You knew Bucky and you couldn’t imagine someone as gentle as him being associated with this side of life.
But the smirk he gave you proved all those rumors and theories to be true.
“Oh,” you wondered why you didn’t feel the slightest bit afraid. “Well, it suits you.” You scanned him quickly and wondered where you got the confidence to do that.
You were right, it did suit him. The power, the mean yet magnetic demeanor, the way he could get absolutely everyone to stare at him in awe and fear - truly, it did suit him.
He smiled and took a sip of his drink, then placed his glass down. “You should be running for the hills, not complimenting me. Is that what your strict, conservative father taught you?” The last part was an inside joke so he couldn’t hide his smile.
You shook your head. Bucky and your dad never gelled well. Ever. “Leave dad out of this, he still hates you by the way.” your words made him chuckle at some memories. “So now what, you have gangs and guns and stuff?” you asked.
“Yeah I’m kind of the bad guy around here.”
You laughed. He stared at you in complete awe and he couldn’t help but smile. He felt it too, the pull or sparks or whatever it was that was preventing him from looking away. Like as though something had tied him to you and he couldn’t get away and he definitely didn’t want to.
“You’re here with someone?” he asked, looking around and hoping you’d say no because he hated the thought of you being here with another man. Which was weird because he was meeting you for the first time in years, yet he was already feeling so protective.
And that skin-tight coral dress you were wearing wasn’t helping either.
“With some girl friends,” you replied and he quietly let out a sigh of relief, “But it seems they’re nowhere to be found.” You looked around and couldn’t see them. They were wild party animals anyways.
Bucky smiled and got up from his seat, extending his arm out for you to take. “Come on then, let’s get out of here.”
You took the last sip of your wine and took his hand. You let him guide you to the back of the club. “You know the owners?” you asked, seeing he was so comfortable in the space. He chuckled.
“I am the owner, doll.” he answered in that cocky, velvety voice of his. And that nickname, that damn nickname brought back so many memories; they came flooding back in like it was no one’s business.
The first time he kissed you. Prom. That road trip you took together. All the ones you planned but couldn’t take. All the times you snuck out of the house to hang out at his place. The one time you got caught and how your dad almost lost his shit completely. The time you had your biggest fight and didn’t talk for two whole days. How he apologized first for that one.
You remembered everything.
He held the door open for you as you slid into the passenger seat of his slick, black car. He was quiet when he got into the driver’s seat. But the silence was comfortable, like the kind you have around your closest friends and family; where you’re just happy with sharing space and air, just knowing the other is here and not having the need to fill the silence with useless talks. The kind of silence which spoke louder than words ever could. Comforting, and warm.
He pulled into the entrance of a private property and your eyes widened for a brief moment. “You live here? This is your home?” you asked, a little surprised at the grandeur of the mansion in front of you, which grew bigger and bigger as you approached it.
“One of my houses, yes.” he replied, cocky as always.
You playfully scoffed. “Showoff.” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear and laugh at.
He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for you. You rolled your eyes at his antics, “You don’t have to do all that, you know?” you teased.
He chuckled and casually reached down to hold your hand in his as he guided you over to the front door. It was chilly out, so he walked a little faster. “Oh come on, I know I’m the bad guy now but I'm chivalrous enough to treat my ex-girlfriend right.” he played along, knowing exactly which word would get a reaction out of you.
“Ouch.” you pretended to be hurt. He laughed as he ushered you into his home.
The first thing you noticed were the guards. Then the extravagant foyer which led to the equally extravagant living room. The color theme, the lovely smell of the house, there was something about it which was so familiar, yet you couldn’t place a finger on it.
“You have a beautiful home, Buck.” you looked around and noticed that the guards had left.
He smiled and let go of your hand, letting you walk around his personal space for a bit. He could get used to this, the thought popped into his head out of nowhere. He could get used to seeing you in his home.
“Come on up, you’ll love the library.” he spoke and extended his arm out again. You took his hand and he led you up the large, fancy wooden stairs.
He was right. You did immediately fall in love with his library/study room. It was everything one dreams of. Spacious, yet cosy. Modern, but with a vintage twist. The right amount of light, but not too much. It was beautiful.
You walked a few steps further and started noticing the little things; like the mini bar, the unused typewriter on the desk, the scattered papers next to it, the chandelier which made the room look magical.
“This is beautiful.” you commented as you lazily skimmed through the books on the shelves. You heard him move around glasses in the background.
“Thank you.” he paused, pouring himself a drink. “You want a drink?”
You turned to face him for a brief moment. He had taken off his coat, leaving him in his very expensive looking black shirt. “Sure.” you answered, then you turned back around to check out the books and you could feel him staring at your back. You smirked as not so holy thoughts filled your head.
How would tonight end? You wondered.
You walked over to his desk and plopped down on his large seat. He walked over as well, placing your glass down and leaning against the edge of the table, staring down at you with a smirk on and a look in his eyes which you couldn’t quite understand.
“What?” you laughed as you took a sip of the liquor. It was smooth, and sweet and left an amazing aftertaste in your mouth as it slid down your throat, burning just a little. It tasted expensive.
“Nothing.” He replied, softly as he eyed you carefully. “I just can’t believe you’re here, after all this time.”
You smiled and looked up at him. “Things changed, haven’t they? I mean, the Bucky I knew hated whiskey and brandy. He liked cheap beers and vodka.” you pointed out.
Bucky smiled and rolled his eyes, shoving a hand in his pocket out of habit. Suddenly he looked much younger and very boyish. “He changed, Y/N.”
This was the first time he used your name tonight and you felt funny inside. The good kind of funny.
“Mhmm.” you agreed. “He got meaner.” you teased and stood up from the seat, and looked past him. Right by the couches, was a small coffee table upon which something shiny caught your attention. And being the curious being you are, you walked right over without a second thought.
“You think?” he sounded playful as he watched you walk over to the coffee table where his guns were kept. He doesn’t usually leave them out in the open like this but he was cleaning them earlier so he left them there.
Bucky watched how you picked one up and examined it.
“Yeah,” you spoke up without taking your eyes off the hand gun. “He got dangerous.” You weirdly liked how it felt in your hands. A little heavier than you thought it would be.
He was surprised at how comfortable you were with this side of him. Another woman would turn the other way and would run. But not you. “Be careful with that, doll.” he warned you softly. “They’re all loaded.”
You smirked as you placed the gun down and picked up another. And you sensed him tensing up where he stood.
“Don’t touch that one.” he said calmly. You frowned.
“Why not?” you asked.
He placed his glass down and walked over to you. “I’ve done bad things with that one. I’ve hurt bad people.”
You knew your way around a gun. Your father used to hunt as a hobby so you knew the gun was locked. But just for the hell of it, you aimed it at him and smirked. “Yeah? I think I like this new Bucky a lot better.”
He smirked, loving the fact that the city didn’t diminish your spunk. He realized then that you were still the same girl he fell for in highschool. “Careful.” he warned again, giving you a soft smile. Seeing you like this made him want to do bad things to you. He felt hot as he watched you aim a gun at him. He didn’t know why.
“Scared?” you teased, loving the reaction you got out of him. The buzz of the wine earlier and the whiskey just now amplified your confidence and you loved it.
Oh fuck you looked hot. It made it hard for him to focus on anything else. “Put it down, Y/N.” he kept his devilishly handsome smirk on. You held your ground and it made him groan and roll his eyes. He approached you and you giggled. He carefully took the gun from you and placed it back down on the table, then without another word said, he circled his arm around you and pulled you closer. “Good girls don’t play with those. You used to be so obedient, what happened?” he teased.
You smirked, finding his body heat really comforting. “I’ve changed.” you purposely repeated his own words, then added, “Maybe I’m not such a good girl anymore.” you purred. He clenched his jaw and exhaled loudly.
“Don’t tease me baby girl. I’m not as nice as I used to be.” his words made you all hot and bothered.
You smirked. “Prove it.”
And just like that, with one look of his, you were under his spell. He smirked and leaned in, purposely avoiding your lips as he gently kissed his way along your jaw. You shivered when his lips touched your neck; leaving soft kisses along the side of your throat while his hand wrapped tighter around your waist.
He made you whimper and whine, you could feel him smirk against your skin. He pulled away after a while, and held your chin in between his forefinger and his thumb, and he looked into your eyes with an intensity which made your body tingle. His thumb soon moved up to touch your soft lips gently. He traced the shape of your mouth and spoke, “I’ve missed you.” he looked down at you softly.
Your lips parted as he trailed his fingers down your chin, down your neck before he gently wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying just a bit of pressure there. You smirked as you looked up at him. “Not so sassy now, are we?” he sounded cocky and in control, just how you liked him.
And suddenly all those years which had gone by didn’t mean a thing. You picked up right where you left off. The spark was still there.
“Buck… please,” you whined under your breath. Oh how he had missed this…
He chuckled. “Come here, baby girl.” he walked a few steps backwards and plopped down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap where you fit perfectly. A soft, unexpected moan left your lips as he slipped his hand under your dress and inched higher and higher up your leg, and caressed your inner thigh as he went.
He smirked when you moaned and kept going. He leaned in to kiss your jaw and down your neck; his stubble brushing against your skin gently. His lips warm and soft as they peppered your skin with kisses, making you instinctively tilt your neck to give him easier access. He chuckled when you visibly trembled as his knuckles brushed against the front of the flimsy thong you were wearing. He couldn’t wait to tear it off your body.
His need to have you grew with each passing moment. Hot, fiery, burning desire. Bucky slipped his hand past your underwear and touched your wet folds, his two fingers circling around your clit, “You’re dripping, doll.” He chuckled as you moaned when he slowly pushed a finger past your entrance. Then another and started gently pumping them in and out of you.
Your body throbbed. You whined, throwing your head back and letting him do whatever he wanted with your body.
Bucky looked up at you in pure adoration as he placed his thumb on your throbbing clit and brushed it occasionally while he finger-fucked you; your wetness dripping and smearing all over his hand; his fingers touched you in all the right places; curling just right and massaging your walls perfectly. His other hand gently wrapped around your neck; not squeezing yet but just holding you firmly.
You got a little louder as he sped up; his fingers slipping in and out of you with ease and eliciting sounds which turned you on even more. Seeing you were whining and whimpering already, Bucky moved his hand from your throat and pushed two fingers into your mouth; slowly pumped those two as well; an obscene attempt to keep you quiet.
Your mouth immediately wrapped around his fingers. And he swore under his breath again at the sight of you so salacious and open; his fingers buried in your wet core, slipping in and out of you rapidly while his other two fingers were buried into your warm mouth. The sounds you made alone were enough to make his pants feel tighter; and make him want to devour you even more. You moaned when he sped up again; his fingers stroking your walls perfectly and increasing the sweet, almost agonizing pressure forming in between your hips. You felt a rush and a warmth washing over you; intensified by his tight grip at your throat.
“Are you gonna cum for me, doll?” he asked, leaning in to just bite your lip; not kissing you properly but just biting down and nibbling on your lower lip and making you go crazy. You whined in pleasure and nodded. He sped up again; and you rolled your hips against his hand in a haze – chasing your orgasm; moaning and whimpering. “Cum for me, come on, babygirl.” He encouraged you and tightened his grip around your throat just a little bit more.
You let the familiar waves of pleasure wash over you as you came all over his fingers; crying out loud in pleasure. Gushing out all over his hand as he kept pumping them in and out of you, getting everything he could out of you. Once satisfied, he removed his hand from your underwear and pulled his hand back from your throat and wrapped both his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, causing your sensitive core to brush against his crotch. And you could feel his erection.
“You have no idea how bad I’ve missed you, baby girl.” He whispered against your parted lips. “I searched for you, but I couldn’t find a way to get to you.”
“Buck…” your hands reached up to cup his face and you pulled away just a little to look down at him. “I’m here.” you whispered, breathless still.
He wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He finally pressed his lips to yours and kissed you like there’s no tomorrow; there was nothing gentle or innocent about the kiss, just hunger and passion and pure craving. His soft lips moved perfectly against yours through the messy kiss. He moaned through the kiss when you slid your hands into his hair and tugged on it gently. His hands rested on the curve of your ass; holding you close to him as he gently pulled away from the kiss and stared into your eyes.
He gripped your waist and pressed your cloth core onto his, making you grind against him; causing you to feel his hard on through his pants. You almost moaned at how big and firm he felt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your body shuddered as a wave of pleasure washed over you while you shamelessly rocked your hips ever so gently against his clothed hard on. He smirked at your involuntary actions.
“Fuck… I need to have you. Now.” he growled before pushing you down on the couch and hovering on top of you. He purposely pressed his crotch down in between your parted legs, making you moan at how fucking big he felt. “You feel that?” he breathed into your ear and made you shiver at how deep his voice sounded. You could almost feel the lust in his voice. “You did that, babygirl.” He pulled away from your face a little to look at you, smirking.
He kissed his way down your body, sliding your dress down your body while at it. You felt his mouth in between your thighs. Your back arched off the surface of the couch as his tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit and licked down, parting your wet folds with ease.
Your taste drove him wild, so did your soft whimpers. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His stubble rubbed against your sensitive skin incessantly, and the friction burned a little but it was the kind of pain you kept wanting more of.
His deep blue eyes watched you in awe and how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. You came violently all over Bucky’s tongue, body shuddering and shaking while you moaned his name out loud. It gave him a pleasant rush when he heard your strained voice moan out his name.
He kissed your inner thighs, licking you clean before kissing his way up your body and finding your lips again. He kissed you with ardor; eager to just be inside you already and make you squirm and shake under him, but he also wanted to cherish each moment and worship your body. You felt his tongue stroke the top of your mouth, and his hands touched you wherever he could; your breasts, your waist – leaving trails of goosebumps wherever his fingers touched your skin.
He pulled away for a bit and grabbed both your wrists and pinned them down on the couch above your head. “Keep your hands there for me, baby girl.” He mumbled under his breath and lifted his hips to align his erected cock to your entrance. You instinctively spread your legs apart to give him more room. His hand reached down and he pumped his cock, rubbing it all over your dripping core in the process. You squirmed and moaned when he did so; the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your wet lips, parting them as he circled your clit gently. You shuddered under him; whining in need. Your body begging him to just take you already.
“Look at me.” He almost moaned as he whispered a little breathlessly, looking intensely into your eyes. The dimmed lights made his eyes look darker than usual, and his face looked dangerously handsome. His voice was deep – which caused the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered as you felt all of him. You heard his ragged breaths as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again.
You moaned out loud, unable to hold back the sound which escaped your lips. “Fuck…” was all you were able to mutter under your breath as he pulled out of you completely, then pushed back into you again; filling you up entirely.
He sped up just a little, rocking his hips against yours and his hand reached up to wrap around your neck gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth. You could only nod senselessly, overwhelmed by how good he felt deep inside you. His lips left your mouth and kissed down your face. You let out a moan as he found your sweet spot, and felt him smirk against your skin. You moaned again as he bit and licked the skin beneath your jaw, all while slamming into you relentlessly; stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it.
You could no longer keep your hands off him so you reached out and held onto his shoulders; your nails digging into his skin as you felt a pressure forming around your lower region. Bucky quickened his pace and pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the room.
The dim light made his eyes look even more piercing than usual. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his waist. The new position was much more pleasurable for the two of you; the tip of his cock touched your most sensitive spots and your back arched off the couch – your chest pressing against his partially unbuttoned shirt; his body heat radiating through the fabric.
You moaned out loud and he very gently tightened his grip around your throat. His voice cracked as he whimpered in your ear. He somehow sounded needy but in control at the same time, and it drove you crazy. You felt your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud.
“Cum for me, babygirl. Come on.” he panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came – hard.
You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even after you came, and your face burned as you felt the knot forming again right at your core. Bucky fucked you relentlessly; not even stopping for a second. He panted and groaned at how good you felt and shamelessly told you about it; whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him – wet and warm all for him. You moaned as you felt your second release approaching while the first was still fading. Your legs were numb, and your body moved along with his like a rag doll; yet, you wanted more of what he had to give. You craved him.
A rush coursed through your veins as you felt your mind clouding with lust again. His large frame hovering above you as he tightened his grip around your throat just a little more. “Cum for me again, come on.” He growled, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him.
A series of cuss words left your lips as you came for the second time in a row, walls tightening around his length. He bit down on your lip as you lifted your hips to meet his thrust; chasing your release. Your body trembled under him as you came again; gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you before slowing down again.
He kissed you again, while you tried to steady your breathing and calm your racing heart. He chuckled when he pulled away to look at how disheveled and messy you were all because of him. His hand left his throat and his thumb traced your lips again, he was mesmerized by how much of a whimpering, tear-stained mess you were.
“It’s okay doll, I’m right here.”
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You woke up in his bed.
And the flashbacks of the time spent there hit you immediately.
You felt his arms around you as you peaked from under the blanket to try and reorient yourself. The room was brighter. You checked the time and it was around ten in the morning.
Well, there goes that family breakfast you promised your parents.
You felt Bucky stir in his sleep behind you. He peeled one eye open and smiled at the sight of you still in his bed.
“Morning baby girl,” he said in a deep, groggy morning voice which made your heart flip.
“I have plans with my family, you know? You’re just, shamelessly wrecking them.” You teased and watched how his smirk grew. His arm tightened around your body, under the covers. His touch was warm and gentle as he tugged you closer to his equally warm body.
Your bare chest pressed against his and you looked up and stared into his blue eyes. They were so dreamy you still couldn’t believe they were real.
“Oh please. Admit it, you like it better here with me rather than being confined in that old man’s house.” He rolled his eyes as he mentioned your dad.
You giggled. Him and your dad always hated each other.
“Imagine what he’d say once he finds out I’ve been hanging out with the bad guy. Again.” You played along.
Bucky laughed and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I’ll deal with him. I’d do anything for you.” he whispered softly, the last part even more so.
Your heart did that thing where it felt like it was bursting into a millions little pieces in the best ways. The butterflies in your stomach went wild at the sound of his morning voice. You looked up at him and then leaned in to kiss his neck softly.
“I missed you, you know?”
“Hmm, I know.”
You giggled and hugged him tighter. “What now?” you asked, thinking about what would happen two weeks from now, when you’d have to get back to the city.
His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath. “I was planning on expanding my… business to another city. How is it over there?” he asked, a smirk forming on his face as he waited for your reaction.
Your eyes widened as you quickly pulled away and sat up on his bed with a shocked look on your face. “You’re moving?”
He smiled at you. “I’ll go wherever you go at this point. I just got you back, I'm not giving up on us this time.”
“Are you sure about this? Our lives… they’re so different.” you looked down at your lap as you spoke. “Will we make it?”
He sat up and leaned against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap, caging you in his arms. “Oh we will.” Then he looked past you for a brief moment, out the floor-to-ceiling windows. He noticed the snow falling delicately. It was truly beautiful, but nothing matched how pretty you looked - messy hair, swollen lips, love bites all over your skin.
He leaned in to kiss you, then whispered against your lips. “We will make it doll, don’t you worry. Just trust me.”
a/n: ily.
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