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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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Too Close For Comfort

Male! Co-worker X GN! Reader

A/N: Turns out you can write so much when you have free time :0 Anyway I spent way too damn long on this so… here we are! I hope yall enjoy :’) (There are so many things wrong with this piece which is EXACTLY why you do not procrastinate, kids.)

TW: christmas/holiday themes, sour mood on the holidays, drugging, forced kissing/ touching, yandere themes, alcohol/ intoxicated characters

Synopsis: Feeling like an odd one out at your office’s christmas party, you find an overly eager co-worker to spend your time with-- who seems to prove that no company may be better than bad company.

Word Count: 3300

When most thought of the winter holidays, great cheer and comforting cold weather took priority. Whether it was staying inside from the bitter cold with a cup of warm tea, or decorating with shining lights and pine tree scents, there was always fun to be had. Even the music was jolly, no holiday song consisting of a sorrowful melody when it came to the season.

However, you unfortunately did not share the same holiday spirit as most during December. Those who had fun on Christmas or their yearly holidays usually had someone to spend it with, a person or people to keep them company from the windy chill and the loneliness of solitude. You had no such company; your family was unable to make it this year for the holidays, and you had yet to find a spouse that could enjoy the Christmas spirit with you.

You tried not to bring your disheartened attitude in with you today at work, but it was a real struggle when it came to watching your co-workers mingle with one another. You had yet to make any stable friendships since you started your job, which your huddling form in the corner showed quite obviously.

With eggnog in your hand and an ugly sweater covering your chest, you couldn’t help but frown at the floor as you listened to the sound of jingle bells and Michael Bublé for the 100th time this month. You desperately wanted to go home, to cry to a hallmark movie and down 3 cups of hot chocolate before passing out on your couch. But your boss insisted that everyone in your office stay for the christmas party else they’ll have to stay late on new years.

You didn’t have any particular plan for new years other than your yearly ritual of drinking your sorrows away while the clock strikes twelve, but it would be nice not to spend it in the office with a bunch of people you hardly knew. So, you stayed. You listened to the bad karaoke and watched as your co-workers got slammed on spiked eggnog.

A particular person who displayed such a description was your boss: a man in his 40s, currently ‘busting it down’ on the makeshift dancefloor to some holiday rap.

“He’s having a bit too much fun, wouldn’t you think?” A voice said next to your ear.

You turned to find one of your co-workers faces right next to yours, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he grinned. You jumped at seeing him so close to you out of nowhere.

“Sorry, I just thought you wouldn’t be able to hear me over the music.” He apologized.

The man’s flurry of bright blonde hair and fair skin seemed to appear out of nowhere, his face flushed with a slight pink that must’ve been from the cold.

“No its alright. Klaus, right?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve actually been standing behind you for a while now.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, not expecting his choice of words.

“I mean-- I’ve seen you around the office quite a bit, but haven’t gotten the courage to talk to you ‘til now.”

You almost flushed at the sound of that. Someone had noticed you, and was really that afraid of talking to you? You had thought no one batted an eye at you after the first day of your arrival.

You remembered seeing Klaus around the office a few times-- he always seemed to be nearby, never doing anything important but never so visibly available that you felt confident enough to talk to him. He seemed very popular with your other co-workers, always chatting it up with someone and getting a giggle out of them. Sometimes you’d make eye contact with him, but you turned away too quickly out of embarrassment to let it linger any longer.

“Actually I’ve been standing here for 10 minutes hoping you’d notice me.” He bashfully admitted.

Oh.

“What really? I’m so sorry--” You tried to apologize, feeling yourself grow hot at how oblivious you were.

“No don’t worry. I’m just glad I’ve finally caught your attention.” He gave you a small wink, leaning in closer to make himself more hearable.

You widened your eyes at that, surprised at his forwardness-- you couldn’t remember the last time someone came onto you so obviously. Or rather, at all. You had been sort of avoiding the dating- slash- hookup scene ever since you moved for your job.

“O-oh.” You weren’t exactly sure how to respond, taking another large gulp of your drink.

“In fact, I thought you were looking rather lonely over here.” Klaus said, moving forward closer to you. You stepped backwards in time with his movements, afraid of getting too close to him. He didn’t seem to mind, keeping eye contact with you as he licked his lips and smiled.

“Oh, really? Well… I’m, alright. Don’t worry about me.” You laughed awkwardly, caught completely off guard.

He placed a hand on the wall behind you, standing beside and yet in front of you, in a non-threatening but trapping manner. Taking a sip out of his own drink, he watched as you fumbled to fill the silence he seemed so comfortable with.

“Hey everybody! A shrill voice called. “Guess who’s under the mistletoe!”

One of your female coworkers pointed towards you and Klaus in a drunken stupor, her dark skin flushed from the alcohol and showing mischevious excitement.

You looked up to see a hanging green plant, ripe red berries intertwined in its leaves with a red bow holding it from the ceiling. Klaus didn’t bother looking up, continuing to stare at you as you admired the greenery.

It wasn’t until a chant brought you out of your thoughts did you feel your stomach drop.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Your female coworker started, shaking her fist in time with her intoxicated slurs. She stumbled and clapped her hands, the rest of the office following suit. Your boss even chimed in, becoming the loudest with his tie tied around his forehead and his shirt unbuttoned. You hadn’t realized how unraveled the party had become until all the attention was on you. The chant got louder as more joined in, Klaus looking at you for your reaction.

You looked back at him and to the crowd, unsure of what you should do. Klaus looked prepared, trying to appear casual yet undeniably eager.

“Should we give the people what they want?” He asked, though you could tell what he was hoping for.

Yet, you hardly knew him! This was your first time talking to the man, and he was your co-worker-- someone who you’d have to see day in and day out 5 days a week. The world of problems this one kiss could bring, was a risk you weren’t sure would be worth it.

Despite knowing that, you began to lean towards him. Maybe it was the eggnog or the fear of disappointing the party attendees, but you kept moving forward as he grinned a bit too excitedly.

Immediately Klaus’s hand shot to your back, pulling you so the inside of his thigh warmed your knee. His hand on your back pressed against your sweater and gently moved to support you, the other coming up to cup your cheek. You expected the kiss to be a short peck-- enough to satisfy the drunken herd, but Klaus’s movements read romance.

His hands were warm, likely from holding his hot drink of choice all evening. He smelled faintly of snow and hot chocolate, his breath hitting your nose as he stood over you, waiting to get closer. His fingers fell to your chin as his pointer and thumb gripped to pull your face towards his softly. You let him take the lead, holding onto his cold jacket as he pushed you up to meet his height.

You could feel the burn of a hundred eyes on you, all staring; watching, anticipating.

Klaus’ lips touched yours, his mouth parting just slightly for yours to fit in like a puzzle piece. He didn’t dare shove his tongue down your throat or slime you with saliva like you bet half of the drunks here would have, instead squeezing his lips around yours with a hand on the back of your head, deepening the act of affection as if he waited a millennium to give it to you.

Thankfully, cheering commenced from the boisterous crowd, though you couldn’t hear it from the blood rushing in your ears. Neither you or Klaus wanted to let go-- though for vastly different reasons. Hands rushed to pat you and your male counterpart on the back once you forced yourself to break away. Klaus still held onto you, moving his hands to hold your waist as the crowd trickled closer to congratulate. The music got louder, a shout of more drinks being poured gaining another cheer from the crowd.

They all shouted words of praise and excitement, some more inebriated than others, but nonetheless all happy and excited with a holiday glow in their eyes and cheeks.

Once the drinks were poured and called to be given out, the attention on you and Klaus was gone. The crowd moved away, diminishing all to go back to partying and their own groups of familiarity. Though Klaus still hadn’t let go of you. You looked at him, awkwardly shuffling backward as he let go reluctantly.

The music had somehow gotten louder, though the attention was now pulled back to your tipsy boss making decisions he’d surely regret in the morning, and everyone else focusing back on their own groups. You felt out of place again-- though now with a partner instead of alone. You weren’t sure if that as any better though, since now it was two all alone rather than one.

“Do you want to go somewhere more quiet?” Klaus asked, leaning once again uncomfortably close to your face. “Somewhere with less, you know, people?” He put a hand to the small of your back, hoping to gently push your decision.

“That’d be great.” You sighed with a smile, glad to be escaping in some way, even if it meant spending time with an awkward acquaintance.

Klaus grabbed your hand with his, bringing a comforting warmth to your chilled fingers. He slid by the twinkling christmas tree, pushing past people with an urgency that would’ve concerned you if you weren’t so eager to leave yourself. You almost tripped over the small presents meant for white elephant underneath the tree if you hadn’t watched your step, trying to move carefully as Klaus lifted your hand to make it easier.

“Thanks,” You said, though you doubted it could be heard over the loud chatter and high note from Mariah Carey on the radio.

You realized Klaus had been leading you back towards your desks, into a small hallway that only held your bosses office and a small janitor’s closet. People still paraded around the office everywhere you went, a few couples making out in their cubicles with the only light source coming from strung up christmas lights on the walls. You squinted your eyes, unable to see in the dark except for Klaus’ shoes in front of you.

You bumped into his back as he suddenly stopped in front of the closet, letting out a small ‘oomph’ into his thick jacket.

“Sorry..” You mumbled, though he only seemed to let out a small, teasing laugh.

Opening the door, he led you into the closet. You gulped, thinking this was a strange place to gain privacy. You thought perhaps the two of you would go outside, or maybe head back to one of your cubicles, even if it wasn’t the best way to be alone. Yet, you still followed him into the closet, hoping maybe you could take a breather without hearing incessant jovial laughing or wet drunken kisses from your co-workers who couldn’t keep themselves off each other. Hoping in, Klaus shut the door with a ‘click.’

There was no light in the closet, and no switch to turn on even a hanging light bulb.

“Well, here we are.” You said, hoping to lighten the thick air.

“Yes.” Klaus said, his body in front of you though you couldn’t see it. You shuffled around, trying to get comfortable despite unknown items at your feet and on the shelves next to you. You stood in silence, soaking up the fact that there was no distractions to remind you of your loneliness. And, well, you weren’t alone. Atleast, not right now.

Klaus’ breathing got heavier, loud enough to fill the silence of the closet.

“I can’t believe…. We’re alone together.” He exhales.

“Yeah….?” You say, unsure of what he means.

Though the hands on your shoulders seem to put forth his meaning more clearly.

“I thought we’d never be able to get away from them.” He chuckles, pressing his chest against yours this time, pulling you into a hug. “Though, I didn’t think the mistletoe would go that smoothly.”

Klaus rubbed your back with a sensuality you didn’t expect, humming into your ear as he embraced you moreso than co-workers-- or even friends should.

“I can’t say I expected you to kiss me so easily..”

He let go of the unreciprocated hug to cup your face with his soft hands.

“So, does this mean you have feelings for me…. too?”

“W-what?” You back away from his hands into the supply shelf. “Klaus, uh,” You chuckle for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. “We’ve only talked once, and that was 5 minutes ago!”

You tried to keep your tone light, giving a small laugh to hide your nervousness.

“But our kiss,” He argued. “Our kiss. Didn’t you feel something from that?”

He huffed and brought his hands down to your shoulders.

“Not only that--didn’t you feel any sparks when we made eye contact last tuesday? When you brushed by me in the break room? Come on.” He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, shaking your shoulders and pressing the toe of his shoe against yours.

“I’m sorry, I don’t even remember that--” You tried to find his eyes in the dark, but could only make out vague shapes of his face. “I thought that kiss was just-- peer pressure.”

Klaus went silent. His hands limp against your shoulders, the male hung his head in defeat.

“....Nothing? You haven’t… noticed me at all?” He sounded pitiful, voice cracking ever so slightly. “And our kiss, was just an act to you?”

Klaus bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a sob, his worst fears commencing together to build a crushing momentum.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t know, it meant that much to you. I don’t know you that well, so I really don’t have any room to say I share the same feelings.” You sighed, patting his hands sympathetically.

Well, that was certainly a turn of events from what you expected.

Yet, Klaus perked up at hearing you.

“But that doesn’t entirely rule out the possibility, right? You could still… find yourself falling for me-- potentially.”

“Klaus, I don’t really think--”

“It’s possible, with enough time, with enough-- convincing.” He interrupted.

You were about to refute his rationalization, trying to let him down gently. That was until the feeling of familiar lips crashing onto yours came, devouring you faster than the first kiss had. Klaus shoved you against the supply shelf, forcing your head back with his as his nose bumped into yours. Tight lips wrapped around your mouth as the man desperately tried to convince you.

“Klauth--!” You tried to muffle out, feeling your struggling hands forcefully pushed against the shelf.

“No--! Just let me--” He huffed between kisses. “Give me the chance to convince you--! I’m worth it!-- I promise--”

Thumps could be heard outside the closet, cleaning and old office supplies falling off the shelves as the two of you danced in a struggling fashion.

You let out a series of noises against his mouth, mostly poor attempts at trying to tell him to stop, to get off of you, all of which were futile compared to how overpowering Klaus’s desperation was. He was determined, and there was little that could stop him.

Though with a rightly timed shove and a bite of his lip, you managed to push the man into the door. It let out an echoing clatter, Klaus being unable to catch himself beforehand.

“What is the matter with you!” You managed to huff out, balling your fists up.

Klaus ignores your upset expression, wiping his lips.

“I’m really not a bad guy, you know. I don’t use things like chloroform or handcuffs.” Your heart dropped, panic beginning to set in. “I didn’t even really plan on bringing this with me tonight…. It was just a precaution. So I hope, you won’t think different of me.” Klaus frowned, coming closer to you with heavy footsteps.

“What are you even on about!” You tried to back away, about to tell him to stop once more. The more he came closer, the more worried you became. Clearly, there was something wrong with him on a level that you couldn’t understand, and you weren’t waiting to find out what it was.

But before you could react, a pinching feeling was running down your thigh. Something stabbed into your leg, unwavering as Klaus’ hand covered it. His other arm moved up to shove against your mouth, your teeth biting into his arm as you tried to struggle away. He spun around, pushing you against the closet door as you tried to frantically get free. Klaus thumbed the end of the syringe, making sure the entirety of the sedative entered your system. Once he felt it hit the bottom, Klaus pulled the needle out of your leg and threw the syringe to the floor. He used the rest of his weight to keep you steady and silent.

You tried to scream against his arm once you realized what he had done. You didn’t know what he had just injected you with, but it certainly was not something benign. Your arms tried to flail but could only wiggle within Klaus’s grasp as he held them down.

Only a mere few seconds passed before you felt something strange occur within you, a limpness in your limbs beginning as your eyelids lowered. It was small at first-- just a nagging tiredness in your body. But it soon grew to a point that you could no longer counsciously comprehend, your mind flatlining.

“You’re so much work,” Klaus said with a struggled laugh, trying to keep you down while brushing a stray hair away from your slowly relaxing face. “But worth it. I promise, I’ll prove myself to you. I’ll make you beg for me.”

You could feel your spit drool down your chin from Klaus’ sleeve, your attempts at biting and removing his arm leaving you a mess. It didn’t take long for the tranquilizer to work its effects, your eyes having gone hazy and body nearly falling to the floor. If it wasn’t for Klaus’s reaction time you would’ve slammed against the door, which would’ve been preferable when it came to Klaus’s intentions. Instead, he caught you with his arms, fighting to keep you upwards.

“You’ll be convinced before new years, sweetheart.” Klaus planted a small kiss to the side of your mouth, cleaning the drool from your face. “Merry Christmas, my little present.”

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bendycxmet · 5 months

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Happy New Year—Vash the Stampede

summary: bringing in the new year with that special someone

content: 830 words. fluff, some drinking, teasing vash, the gangs all here

a/n: happy new year yall! lets celebrate the new year with some vash kisses

new years eve. you didn't think it possible that you and the crew could actually catch a break to embrace the festivities but here you were. vash had recommended this quaint little bar he often visited over the years as he weaved through countless towns.

a lively band played in the corner, an upbeat melody sweeping everyone on their feet and onto the dancefloor. you sipped on a cocktail in the corner with the girls, chatting and giggling as the alcohol took effect. your eyes searched for your partner, spotting him standing opposite of nicholas, the latter wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned in. vash looked down, almost as if in thought, before glancing sideways at you over his shoulder. a shudder ran through your body at the look in his eyes.

what's he thinking?

"-and that's when i decided to throw caution to the wind and swing on the guy!" milly drunkenly blabbered, head slamming onto the table right after.

"milly, you didn't do that. you cried yourself to sleep one night because you accidentally stepped on a tomas' foot. anyways we were there. y/n, don't you remember that day?"

you giggled at meryl's slurring. "c'mon meryl, let's humor her for once and just accept-"

one second you're staring at your friend's pouting face, and then the next your whole world goes black and an enveloping warmth covers your mouth. you barely get a chance to recover and realize what's happening when the feeling passes and you see meryl and milly's aghast faces.

you cover your mouth, shooting your gaze upwards to find vash smiling down at you, pink dusting his cheeks.

"we have two more hours left till the new year mayfly. expect the unexpected." he winked at you, leaving you with that bit of advice before walking back to the bar. you hadn't revealed to the group yet that you and vash had become a thing. to be fair, it was just last week that he confessed to you.

"and you weren't gonna tell us?!"

….

throughout the night, just when you relaxed from vash’s first kiss, your world would fade back into darkness as vash would come back in to steal your breath away, but only for a second. you were beginning to feel on edge, heeding his previous warning.

still sitting in the booth with the girls, you feel hands slither around your neck, before they tilt your head back. you catch a glimpse of vash’s quirked grin before he seals his lips against yours again.

"so you're not gonna tell me what you're up to? i mean not that i'm complaining, but still." you asked after he pulled away.

he only chuckled before extending his hand out to you.

"wanna dance again? I gave you a long enough break. we have a couple more minutes before the countdown." he wiggles his fingers, inviting you along. you sigh teasingly, sliding your fingers into his palm, before he hoists you up and onto the dancefloor.

his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer as your hands fall around his neck. the band’s music entrances the horde of people on the floor, nicholas and the girls following after you two to dance. vash’s face comes to rest near your ear.

"left you wondering why i kept kissing you tonight?"

"it was a surprise, a nice one, but maybe we should've told everyone we were a thing before you came to smash your lips against me." you tease your finger into his side, eliciting a boyish laugh from him that rang into your ear.

the band abruptly ends their song, before yelling out to the crowd.

"alright everyone, the new year is upon us, so grab that special someone and saddle up! don't get too graphic though, no one wants to see that. go across the street to the inn for that. count with us now! 10! 9!-" every person in the bar is on their feet, glasses raised, and voices chanting the countdown.

you feel vash squeeze your sides, begging for your attention to be back on him. you peer up at him, both of you saying the last couple of seconds together.

"2! 1! happy new year!" confetti explodes as screams fill the air around you. none of that matters. all that matters is vash closing the distance between you two, only this time he indulges you in a kiss that lasts more than a second. he pulls back slightly, nuzzling his nose against yours before saying a number. you quirk your eyebrow at that.

"were you counting? the number of kisses i gave you signifies this new year, a year i get to spend with you." you blush at his words, heart fluttering.

"let's keep the number going, for all the next couple of years i want to spend with you, vash."

you see several emotions swim in his eyes before he's leaning back in.

"happy new year mayfly."

"happy new year vash."

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xbabybajix · 2 years

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Halloweenie w/ Hanma~

A/N: hiiii my fellow hanma stans!! here’s a small drabble? I thought of on the quicks for Shuji bc his birthday just passed and it got me thinking about what it would be like to spend halloween w him <3 hope everyone who reads enjoys!

It’s October 31st and what better way to spend it with your boyfriend they call ‘The Reaper’ because of this Hanma thought of the idea as having you be a succubus and he as the grim reaper- picture this as a slutty couples costume

Hanma basically wearing the cloak with no shirt under and some leather pants w/ platform docs, and yours being a body suit with ass and titties out with some fake blood and cute lil horns too

Hanma’s a pretty unpredictable guy so knowing what was planned for today was a bit worrisome, yall can either spend it going to random parties that Hanma got invited to, roaming around a downtown area and hitting up bars or clubs, or perhaps indulge in trick or treating if Hanma wanted something sweet to snack on while watching you strut your cute ass around the neighborhood.

Going to Halloween parties with Hanma is the best because he LOVES to coordinate costumes with you as you pleased, he needs to wear makeup? Sure! Anything his baby asks of him, she gets. Spend a full hour taking selfies together? Ofc! He has to show off his girl everywhere!! Yall love pregaming before heading out and pumping yourselves up to dance the night away!! (have a headcanon that hanma is a doja cat fan so that’s what you guys listen to before leaving)

Parties with Hanma end in a couple ways, either both of yall are plastered and end up being all over each other inside a random room, or someone ends up making moves on either or and one of yall ends up getting kicked out by the host for starting a fist fight but also ending it! :-)

In the case where the night actually ends less chaotic than most, it’s spent with constant banter and flirting. Hanma likes to wander off to where he usually finds Kisaki or other members from gangs he knows and will keep an eye on you from afar. Your safety will always come first but Hanma likes watching you lose yourself on the dancefloor with your besties too, it turns him on seeing how your hips sway along with the beat of the music.

To spice things up in your relationship, Hanma LOVES to roleplay w you in public and act like he’s just some guy hitting on you and you LOVE IT because of the tension that rises when his face starts to ease into yours while feeling traces of his fingertips on your lower back till he reaches your ass and gives it a lil squeeze.

If Hanma notices you act more aloof and silly, he’ll know it’s time for yall to head out, when this happens it usually ends with you shouting out your profound love for him and it catches him off guard every time. Hanma is used to hearing you say loving things, but for some reason when you say it while being drunk, it makes his stomach do flips. They say the truth comes out when your drunk, so knowing that even in the state you’re in, you still choose Hanma every time.

Drunk y/n can be a handful sometimes, mostly because it ends with you throwing a small tantrum about how you can still have another drink or five before leaving and Hanma is not having ANY of that esp bc he’s seen you blackout and he refuses to let you get to the point of throwing up, but in the case that you do anyways, he’s there with the hair tie and water <33

If Hanma doesn’t feel like dealing with your brattiness he will just carry you over his shoulder until you reach your home and sit you onto your shared bed together, and will get all your things you use for your bed routine <3

Hanma is also the type to indulge you when you go off a tangent talking about the most random things you thought of while being drunk. “Oh yeah? I didn’t think of that” “oh wow baby you never told me this, that sounds crazy though” “And what else happened?” “you’re so smart even when you’re drunk too doll, its no wonder I love you” pls he says all this while helping you undress and get into your nightwear and then proceeding to take off your makeup and gently rubbing it off from your face.

Once the night has finally ended, hanma makes sure that you’re all taken care of again and then he starts to get ready to climb into bed with you. Nights like these end with you drifting off to sleep in his embrace but before you whisper your i love you’s and smother him in kisses <3 my guy is in heaven and loves the holidays for this reason

#hanma x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma x y/n #kisaki x reader #hanma shuji imagines #rindou x reader #sanzu x reader

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tiredsoundsofagnes · 1 year

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the first week of the year has gone past us! i want to start documenting and using tumblr as some type of diary - so here's a lot of pictures and writing about the week!!! if you all find it interesting then i'd gladly post more stuff like this (i will do it anyways but i want to know if its fun to read or not??) OK HERE IT IS:

me n my beloved before the first indie club! very cute very cute in my opinion >:) i was a bit nervous since this was the first club of the year and there was gonna be like. A LOT of people since it was the only club open in this bastard city.

speakin of cute... heres us right before i started playing! first pic is adorable and i look goofy but happy in the second one. who knew a goth and a twee kid could fall in love?! this was actually their first indieclub EVER (they do NOT like indie though so it makes sense...)

very tired outside the club... drinking the first trocadero can of the year (thanks to my friend axel) this was the fifth of january (or technically the 6th since it was 4 am)

then we went home, slept like angels until 1 pm, ordered pizza, kept watching the owl house and just enjoyed being around eachother. i have never been this in love before and it feels like ive met the love of my life? more about that in the future...

on to the 7th of january... this was a DJ set at a new "rock" restaurant. i have eaten there once before and it was really really cool, they only played REALLY good indie. they hit me up on instagram and were like "hi we have heard you are a super good dj, we want you to have a club in our bar" and i was like DAMN OK. i invited a bunch of pals and played for five hours! IT WAS SO SO SO FUN??? there was no dancefloor so the focus was on singalong...

here was my outfit before it got hellishly hot! twee as fuck! my swaged out computer and its stickers right by my side...

SILLY PIC OF ME AND MY BELOVED MID SET! idk how they can be so cute but hey thats life innit mate...

me and my friend simon during the last song of the night... my friend was like HEY LETS TAKE AN INDIE SLEAZE PIC and we were like YES. the white stuff on the tip of my nose was from kissing my partner. the struggles of loving a goth huh....... anyways simon is a legend, we met through going to the same indie clubs and connected because we are always the most energetic dumbasses in the dance floor. he always bombs me with love when i play and says stuff like "YOU ARE THE BEST DJ IN TOWN" and it was my silly little heart <3

we catched the last bus home and slept until late. the next two days consisted of me and my partner (oh yeah their name is tilda hi) being in bed watching dumb shit and being cute. we baked a pizza and it owned. they took the train to their stupid little town and we cried. we might see eachother very soon though, ill keep yall updated!

THAT WAS THE FIRST WEEK! THANKS FOR READING IF U DID!

#tireddiary #LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS INTERESTING #loved making this #tiredsoundsofagnes #twee

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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Show and Tell

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Jake Jensen x woc!reader

Summary: The one where Jake gets jealous so you have to take him to the side and remind him of a few things.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: there’s barely any plot, there’s some dirty talk, thigh riding, public sex (well it’s just thigh riding but it counts), a hint of breeding talk

A/N: I decided to hop on @stargazingfangirl18 & @navybrat817‘s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge. Hope yall don’t mind jumping on this challenge. Anyways hope yall enjoy my first attempt at a Jake Jensen fic. Moodboard made by me, and the divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

Character: Jake Jensen Quote: "I didn't like the way he was looking at you." Kink: Clothed/Thigh riding

You were going to scream.

No you were going to strangle him, and then you were going to scream.

Okay so maybe you weren’t going to strangle him, but the thought had been there.

Jake Jensen was a mess, a beautiful, ridiculous mess. He was also a jealous mess, and you were instantly regretting inviting him to come out with you and your friends. The night had started out fine, and then somehow, someway Jake had found a reason to act like a jealous idiot. You ignored it at first, choosing to go to the dancefloor with a few of your girls to enjoy the buzz that came with the couple of drinks you’d already had. You could only enjoy yourself for so long though, because soon a commotion was heard coming from the bar and looking over you could only sigh.

There was your beautiful mess of a boyfriend in a shoving match with some idiot that you could only assume was drunk. You rushed over, hoping to break it up before your man actually hurt the idiot. Jake might not have looked it at first glance to some, but the man was highly trained, and dangerous. “Seriously, what the fuck?” Your hands were up, shoving your in between the men so that you could push Jake back.

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you." He ground out, making like he was going to lunge at the man again only for you to give Jake’s chest a hard shove.

“That’s enough, let’s go before you get us kicked out.” You snapped, dragging him away from the scene by his hand. You didn’t know where you were going, stomping away with Jake in tow as he grumbled under his breath unintelligibly. Whatever he was saying was being drowned out by the loud music and pumping bass that filled the club. Honestly you shouldn't have been surprised, you knew Jake well enough to know that under the sunny, happy go lucky personality there were insecurities. One of those being his worry that one day you might figure out that you deserved better than him. Times when that old insecurity reared its ugly head he either withdrew into himself a bit or in cases like this he reacted out of jealousy.

You didn't care about who he thought you deserved, you only cared that you wanted him. The good and the bad, even the worry that kept you from having a good night's sleep when he had to disappear on missions. Hell you wanted him for the long haul, a house, a ring, and way down the line maybe a spawn or two. That was how much you loved the big idiot that was currently letting you drag him to an empty section so that you could shove him down onto the tacky velvet couch.

“Babe, look I—” He started, trying to lean forward.

“Shut up, Jensen.” You snapped, god you were so annoyed but at the same time the heat and frustration that had flooded your core at seeing him so jealous and protective had your panties damp. Glancing around you weighed the options and likelihood of the two of you getting caught. It was a risk but that risk just had you needing to do something about the throbbing ache between your thighs even more. Shoving him back as you tugged the tight dress you wore up against your hips before your hands were disappearing under it to pull off your panties. Jake’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click of his teeth as he looked up at you with a furrowed brow. “You are so frustrating sometimes, you just had to pick a fight huh?” It was a rhetorical question as you threw your panties against the man’s chest. “God, you’re lucky I love you.” You huffed when he did nothing but stare up at you in shock. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to react this way, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Besides, you were always the type to show better than you could tell.

Hands moving to his broad shoulders to steady yourself you straddled his thigh, letting out a little sigh at the slight relief that the pressure brought on. “I don’t want anyone else but you, you big idiot.” You whispered against his ear, hips grinding back and forth as you teasingly let a hand wrap lazily around his throat. He swallowed thickly, reaching a hand to his lap to pull at the front of his jeans. “If someone wants to stare at me shaking my ass then let them.” Hair flipping to one side, you pressed a kiss to the spot just beneath his ear and smirked at the groan that it earned you. “You know you’re the only one that gets to see what this ass looks like when it’s bouncing all over your dick.” You reminded him, causing him to shift as your words had his cock stiffening almost painfully in his jeans. Smirking you let a seductive chuckle roll past your lips as you felt his big hands gripping against your ass as he squeezed tight. “You’re the only one that gets to feel how tight my little pussy squeezes around you when your inside me. Let them fucking look that’s all they can do.”

You knew what you were doing to him, teasing him and reminding him that you were right where you wanted to me. You could have stopped there, but you were feeling bold now and the thrill of riding his thigh right there in the club where anyone could see was spurring you on. He knew all about how you wanted him physically, so you dug deeper wanting to soothe the worry you knew was still there. “You’re the only one I’m planning a future with.” It was said like an intimate little secret, and it earned you another needy groan from him as your arousal soaked into the rough fabric of his jeans. “A house, a wedding...maybe a kid if you’re lucky.” You teased, leaning back just enough to catch the flash of want and need in his lust blown pupils before he was moving a hand to the back of your neck to drag you down for a kiss as you continued to ride his thigh and chase your high.

He swallowed your moans greedily, dragging you into his chest as your hips dragged faster back and forth against his thigh. “Two kids.” He huffed out, doing his best to not pull his cock out right then and there and drag you into his lap properly so he could fill you with every thick inch. You just chuckled, the sound breaking off into a desperate moan as your felt yourself nearing the edge quickly. You could feel the coil tightening, every move of your hips against Jake’s thigh only twisting it tighter as your toes curled in the expensive heels you wore.

“Oh? Maybe if you’re really lucky then.” Your teasing earned you a sharp, stinging slap to your ass that was just what you needed. The coil snapped and you were falling over the edge with a muffled cry into his mouth as he caught your mouth in another heated kiss. Your slick flooded his thigh as you came, leaving a large dark patch against the denim that you hardly felt ashamed over. Knowing Jake he’d wear it as a badge of honor, and that was just another reason for you to love the mess of a man that was practically vibrating with lust after your little show. Pressing another kiss to his lips you sighed against his mouth, feeling less wound up as you slowly pulled yourself out of his grasp and pulled your dress down from where it had rode up.

“You’re not gonna leave me like this are you?” Jake practically whined, motioning down to the obvious bulge that was pressing against the front of his jeans. You simply shrugged, reaching down to grab your panties from where they had been laying against his chest so you could shove them into his pocket with a wicked grin.

“Don’t start any more fights tonight and maybe I’ll let you get a head start on practicing to create a couple of little Jensen spawns.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly behind his glasses, weighing his options before grinning and standing uncomfortably as he did his best to readjust himself. “That’s a tempting offer.” He muttered into your hair after slinging an arm around your shoulder to pull you into him. He didn’t budge when you tried to take a step and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll wear the Princess Kitana outfit.”

A pause, and then, “Thirty more minutes then we’re leaving.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Neither of you made it thirty minutes, between Jake practically pawing at you the whole time you stood by the bar with him, and you pressing up against him at every given opportunity he was dragging you out the doors in ten.

#jake jensen x woc!reader #jake jensen x black!reader #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x woc #jake jensen reader #jake jensen smut #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen fic #jake jensen fanfic #woc!reader #black!reader #trilla writes #shamelesshoesforchris2021

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momoshin · 3 years

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ok hear me out, maybe? sub space yeji, i would love to give her the strap for her birthday, maybe after dancing it out at the club or sth w the girls, yall had a few drinks but only enough to help loosen up a little bit, and the way she was all up on u on the dancefloor makes u impatient to get home and just wreck her respectfully, but she definitely feels the same way (🎂)

this is exactly what i wanted to write !!

i feel like she'd have something simple like champagne if the girls or you bought a bottle for her birthday, she's not really about getting drunk, but she likes the taste of it. so she has a glass or two and quickly drags you across to the dance floor. the others have already dispersed around the place, way drunker than the two of you.

you can't think straight from the beginning because of the dress she's wearing. it's pink, sort of a satin material that brings out every curve of her body, not to mention the black, thin straps that accentuate her shoulders and collarbones. you can see her best when she's facing you and swaying her hips to the beat, and you hope your body is acting on it's own, that you're not standing there staring at her but your body moving to the beat too, unlike your brain that could only process her looking edible right then and there.

when she turns around however, grinding her ass against your crotch, you can't think of anything else but being home and having her under you letting out the prettiest moans and whines. not even two hours later you're left to assume she's on the same page, because as soon as the song that the two of you were almost dry humping to ends, she turns around and tries to say something in your ear that with the music at a first try is difficult to understand.

"what was it baby? i didn't quite hear" you try to get closer, hands on her hips to make sure she doesn't stumble and fall anywhere, and part of it to just be close to her.

"can we go home?" her voice is soft, mainly shy when asking you, but you were able to catch the desperation in her voice as she looked at you with her pretty eyes, waiting for an answer.

"are you sure? it's still early" you remind her, looking for the girls anyways.

"please" she's too shy to tell you exactly what she wants, but her hand in yours and the way she pleads at you with her eyes is more than enough for you to understand.

"okay, yeah" the last thing you do is peck her lips, looking for ryujin, tonight's designated driver before letting her know you'd be taking an uber home early, probably because she's the only sober one, but she catches up right away, sending the two of you a wink and assuring you she'd take care of the other two.

as soon as you get home, she doesn’t even allow you to turn on the lights. yeji drags you with her to your shared room, attaching your lips as soon as you step inside. she lets you press her against the door, your hands roaming up her thighs and lifting her dress with them. she whines just at how hard your lips moved against hers, her fingers wrapping around your sides and squeezing any parts of your body she could when you press your thigh against her center.

"so this is why you wanted to come home, huh?" your lips graze against her own as you speak, you're so close you can even breathe each other's air.

"please" her eyes are stuck on your lips, she wants to kiss you more, she wants you to do so many things to her right now, but you're taking your sweet time teasing her.

"please what, angel?"

"please fuck me." you don’t reply, but instead walk away from her eliciting a few whimpers at the loss of contact. she’s free to walk around the room, and even wait for you on the bed if she wants, she knows that, but she still waits for you to drag her along after you’re done. you’ve made sure to tie the strap nicely around your thighs and waist, leaving just your matching underwear on.

you know exactly what she wants, how she wants it, everything. and she smirks a little when you slowly take off her dress, kissing all over her neck and chest leaving a few marks in between, before laying her on her stomach at the end of the bed. yeji hums in satisfaction when you press kisses behind her ear, and lower to her nape…. all the way down her back, before you reach her thong. she pushes her ass up and tries her best to look back at you when you drag it down her legs, pressing kisses to the back of her thighs too.

and quickly after you’re back up, one hand to her side to hold you up and the other spreading her wetness around while you kissed her, taking advantage of the way her head was tilted for better access.

“everything’s okay birthday girl?”

“yes.. just do it please” yeji pushes her hips back, moaning when the tip of the fake cock grazes against her entrance before you pull away

“i do it” she huffs after that, quickly giving up on doing anything herself and instead waiting for you. you didn’t make her wait long tho, smoothly pushing the head between her folds making her gasp loudly, fisting the sheets and looking back at you. “relax baby”

“fuck” she throws her head forward now, letting out pretty moans and whines at how you’re fucking her in the right places and you’ve just started, so don’t be surprised if it flatters your ego a bit. “harder. fuck me harder please”

“like this?” your hands grab on to her hips and you can both quickly hear the slapping of skin, and yeji immediately feels how much harder you’re thursting inside her, groaning pretty sounds for you.

“y-yes. just like that.”

“you’re so pretty like this baby… so needy.” you gather her hair into a ponytail, wrapping it around one of your hands before tugging it softly and eliciting a louder moan than the ones you’d caused before. “you like that?”

“do it again” she pleads, her words interrupted because every time your skin slaps against hers her voice cuts off and is replaced with a gasp. “you feel so good- so fucking good.”

but you just hum and tug at her hair one more time, also spanking her ass in the process. that itself probably elicits the loudest moan out of your girlfriend you’ve heard all night. she’s so worked up already, chasing only her (hopefully) first orgasm of the night as she backs up her ass to you in an attempt of speeding things up.

“im not gonna go anywhere baby, slow down” she relaxes at the kisses you press behind her ear after reassuring her

“i know” she huffs, pout on display in the most endearing way as she keeps getting interrupted by soft moans you provoke with each snap of your hips. “but i want to cum”

you chuckle at her stuttering, and then her whining when you pull out and detach yourself from her. she thinks its some sort of twisted joke and that you’re not letting her cum on her birthday. which would mean all that perfect behavior was for nothing, but her thoughts are easily interrupted when you turn her around, kissing her pout as you slowly push her legs up against her chest.

yeji hums slightly when you finally push back in, so easily because of how wet she was. her hands at her sides bunch the sheets as you slowly start snapping your hips against her. her moans increase the closer she gets, and in the end, all she needs is your thumb lazily rubbing her clit to push her over the edge.

unlike other times, she quiets down, lets her breath hitch and eyes roll back as the orgasm rakes through her. but as soon as she’s calm, your girlfriend immediately looks for you, hands palming the mattress for your skin and the moment she’s able to peck your lips a couple of times, the two of you can’t help but giggle, looking at the bright red clock on her wall and thinking of how many more times you can make her feel like that before ryujin comes home with the others..

#🎂 anon #happy yeji dayyy #so late lmfao sorry #hwang yeji smut #yeji smut #yeji blurb #my stuff #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #itzy smut #kpop smut

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wienerbarnes · 3 years

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Much Ado About Nothing (5/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,747

Warnings: none! wedding stuff?

A/N: happy new year yall hope everyone had a safe one! das all imma say tho im keeping my mouth shut about 2021 i aint risking shit anyway enjoy this chapter :P

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For being given a week, the ballroom looks immaculate. Satin drapes and tablecloths of cream and white cover the room, gold and olive green accents strewn throughout. The handful of tables in the room have large centerpieces of small white flowers, thin branches, and delicate leaves, as well as a lace trim around the vase they rest in. A warm toned light makes the room look bigger than it is and the dancefloor welcoming for everyone.

The wedding guests include the team, of course, some of Sharon’s family that were able to make it in such short notice, and anyone’s dates were welcomed. Sam brought a date himself, Sharon extended the invitation to some agents she’d been training over the last few months, and she told you invite those who worked in the lab with you.

She insisted, in fact.

Sharon banished you and Nat to the ballroom, while she finished getting ready, wanting to have a few minutes by herself before the wedding started. You assume Steve felt similarly when you see Sam and Bucky enter the ballroom and merge together with the rest of the team. You linger by the bar, hoping to get a bit of liquid courage before the party starts, but to your dismay, the bar doesn’t open until after the ceremony.

You also don’t want to take a seat because you’ll be one of Sharon’s bridesmaids, along with Nat. You and her wear matching warm brown dresses with a slit on the side, tying in with the neutral and woodsy tones going on throughout the rest of the wedding. Sam and Bucky wear brown bow ties and you assume they’re taking the role of Steve’s groomsmen. You pray you don’t have to walk with Bucky.

As more and more people take their seats, you find Nat and meet the other boys at the back of the room.

“Sam already claimed me.” She tells you cheekily as she loops her arm through Sam’s bent elbow.

Of course he did. You sigh and begrudgingly loop your own arm through Bucky’s as he smirks. While the group of you wait for the music to start to indicate your time to begin walking, you take in the man standing next to you.

He smells crisp and clean, his cologne smelling fresh and flooding your senses with lavender, rosemary, and cedarwood. His bicep is ginormous in your hand and you can feel the warmth radiating off of him through his suit jacket that he wears. He cleans up really nicely. Not that you’ll tell him, but you’ll definitely be thinking about it for the rest of the night.

Bucky’s mind goes through a similar thought process. Your skin is shiny and smooth, and he imagines you applied lotion while getting ready with the other girls. Maybe there hints of glitter in whatever cream you use, because to him, it looks like you’re glowing. You smell like the sweetest of roses and juiciest of fruits, and you look good enough for him to take a bite. He won’t give you the satisfaction of a compliment - God knows the argument that would lead to - but he imprints this vision of you in his mind to remember.

Finally, Steve enters the ballroom and makes his way towards the front of the room and any few people left standing take their seats. As people settle, Steve adjusts his jacket and glances over the room to take in all of his loved ones in one room. He glances over to where John sits alongside Leila and Kennedy, the two other lab interns that work under you, he’s come to learn about. He briefly wonders what John is thinking about, if he thinks his plan worked, if he thinks Steve is going to cause a huge scene in front of everyone, accusing Sharon of cheating in some big explosion. He wonders what John’s reaction will be when he witnesses him marry the most beautiful woman in the world, kissing her to solidify their love.

He can’t wait.

Soon enough the music starts and Nat and Sam begin down the aisle, you and Bucky following after. For someone that has hated the idea of love for so long, walking down the aisle like this feels really great. You’re not sure if it's the anticipation for the bride, or the decorations, or the huge hunk of handsome soldier guiding you down to the front of the room, but it makes you feel tingly all over. Almost makes you want a wedding of your own. Almost.

As Bucky makes his way down the aisle with you on his arm, he meets Steve’s eye, who gives him a smirk that looks a lot like I told you so. He ignores it, though. He knows he’ll get picked on later, but for now, he enjoys having you so close to him. You’re close to him outside of the lab, outside of a mission, outside of an argument. You’re close to him, holding onto his arm like you’re his girl in a sweet silence. He can almost get used to this. Almost.

Once everyone’s in their place, the rest of the guests rise as the music changes and Sharon enters the ballroom. Her dress is beautiful; a lacy brassiere top to connect the flowing train, all of the silk following her walk, making her elegant and glowing. Her hair is lightly curled and there are a few white flowers pinned around the back of her head, matching the rest of the room.

The officiant reads everything they have to and Steve and Sharon share their vows, causing everyone in the room to shed a tear or two. Nat and Sam find it particularly amusing to see you and Bucky wipe a few tears as well, seeming to get foggy eyed in spite of their hatred for love. They’re too busy silently teasing their friends to notice the fume coming from John’s ears, realizing his plan didn’t work the way he wanted it to.

There’s still time, he thinks. Maybe Steve didn’t want to make a big, public fuss. Yeah, once everything is over, he’ll take her upstairs and they’ll talk and soon enough they’ll announce that they’re marriage is over! Shorter than the Kardashians.

Finally, Steve and Sharon kiss to seal their marriage, sharing their official first kiss as husband and wife. Cheers and clapping erupt in the room as the couple makes their way back down the aisle, Nat, Sam, you, and Bucky following after. The lights dim a bit and the bar opens as the music changes to encourage people to mingle and dance until the couple emerges once more.

“What’s the matter, don’t like weddings?” You tease John, coming up behind him, your voice making him jump from leaning against the bar the way he was.

“Uh - No, not really.” He says, turning to face you, feeling awkward as he talks to his boss after trying to sabotage her best friend’s wedding.

“They grow on you.” Bucky’s deep voice makes him jump once more as it comes behind him, forcing him to turn away from you and face him, staring at his towering stance.

“Uhm -” John stumbles as he realizes he’s cornered against the bar by you and Bucky.

“Did you really think you’d get away with it? I mean, you’re surrounded by spies and an artificial intelligence system that records everything in the tower.” Bucky tells him.

John’s eyes widen as they glance between you and Bucky, realizing where he went wrong in his plan. I should’ve figured out a way to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Or at least get rid of any footage of what I did!

“Not to mention the fact that Steve and Sharon are too disgustingly in love with each other to even fall for the kind of charade you put on. In my lab, nonetheless,” You add, “Some kind of unfunny joke by an ex-lab intern.”

“Ex?” John confirms.

“Oh, yea. Leila and Kennedy, too. I don’t want to waste my time training and giving experience and advice to the kind of people that lie, play around, and cause mischief in a lab and in a tower where some of the most important and delicate information in the world is handled. If I wanted that, I’d have Barnes, here, as an intern.” You tell him.

“Hey, I thought we were on the same team here -” Bucky tries to interject, but you smack his arm to get him back into the focus of their conversation with John.

“Anyway,” Bucky continues, “Why don’t you do us the favor of getting out of here? We’ll tell Steve and Sharon that you’re sorry you weren’t feelin’ well and had to head out early. Unless, you’d like for me to get them and bring ‘em over here?” He slings an arm over John’s shoulder, leading him over to one of the exit doors, as John nods his head in agreement, accepting his defeat.

Once John has left and the wedding is officially safe again, Bucky meets you back at where you wait at the bar.

“Nice job, McGeek.” He tells you, leaning on the bar next to you as you turn to face him better.

“Could say the same to you. He looked real scared there at the end.” You giggle.

“He should be, he almost got Steve’s ass kicked by me when Sharon first told us the whole situation.” Bucky tells you, leaning just a bit closer to you.

The bartender comes over to them asking what they’d like to drink. “Whiskey, neat, please. How bout you, Geeky?” Bucky says.

“Vodka cran.” You order.

“Really? That’s your drink of choice?” Bucky teases.

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, I thought you’d pick a drink that’s actually good, is all.”

“And here I was revelling in the fact that this was the longest conversation we’ve had where we’re not at each other’s throats.” You tell him.

“Well -” Bucky’s cut off by the dimming of the lights and change in music as Sharon and Steve enter the room again to share their first dance.

His words are forgotten as he watches his best friend dance with his bride, the two of them looking happier than Bucky’s ever seen. Bucky feels a smile bloom on his own face as he watches on; he’s so happy for Steve. He knows this is all he’s ever wanted. The girl, the marriage, the house together, the kids in the future. The happy ending. And he’s happy that despite things - or people - trying to get in the way of that, Steve still got the happy ending he deserves.

He peeks over to see you have a similar smile, admiring the love shared between your best friend and his. He gets lost staring at you as the DJ is heard inviting anyone else to join the newlyweds on the dancefloor.

He asks before his brain can filter his mouth, “Do you want to dance?”

Your head snaps over at him, a surprised expression on your face, and Bucky prepares for you to make fun of him.

“Sure.” You tell him.

He doesn’t risk saying anything that might change your mind, only grabbing your hand softly and leading you to the dancefloor where other couples have begun to fill in. The slow music continues as his hands find their place on the curve of your waist and yours rest on the tops of his shoulders. He feels warmth and tingles flow from the placement of your hands through his suit jacket, down his arms, and through his entire body. He looks at you and how close your face is to his, quite enjoying having you so close in his arms like this.

“Do you remember what we were talking about last night?” She finally breaks the silence.

He hums in indication that he does and for her to continue, “So, you really don’t hate me or anything?” You ask.

“No. I don’t. Actually,” He chuckles humorlessly, “I know you like me.” He confesses.

Tension floods your body. How does he know?! “No, I don't! Not anymore than reasonable, I mean.” You deny.

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his body still swaying with yours with the music, “Oh. Well, you have Steve and Sam fooled, then, because they, uh, had me convinced.” He tells you, trying to play off his incorrect assumption.

“Do you like me?” You ask, drawing yourself just a bit closer to him, his arms moving from your waist to the small of your back.

“Uh, no, no more than a friend, I mean.” Bucky lies.

“Oh. Well, you have Sharon and Nat fooled, as well.” You tell him.

The two of you chuckle softly with each other at the whole situation, an attempt to hide the disappointment in each of your chests at the thought of unrequited feelings. Bucky glances back up to meet your eyes once more, eyes flickering down to look at your lips, in time to see you take your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth. He looks back up at your eyes to catch you staring at his own lips. When your eyes meet his again, it's as though the two of you have a silent understanding. An understanding that you were both lying, and an understanding that you both really want to kiss each other right now.

So he does. Bucky leans in seemingly at the same time you do and presses his lips against yours in a sweet yet fiery kiss. His hands push a little harder into your back to bring you closer and your hands move to touch his neck and cheek, ensuring that his face won’t leave yours anytime soon. Everyone in the room has since disappeared; there are no wedding guests, there are no decorations, there is no music, only you and Bucky.

His lips are soft, softer than you were expecting, and he tastes of peppermint and the sip of whiskey he had, all mixed with a taste that’s so him. His taste and his smell and the feel of his hands on your back and his chest against yours makes you want to melt to the ground in a puddle of mush. You can’t believe you waited so long to kiss him.

Your lips are plump and soft. Your lipstick is fruity but he can taste the sweetness of cranberry behind it and a sweetness that’s all you. You’re the rarest candy he’s ever tried and he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of it. A part of his mind wants to ignore that they’re still in public, though it certainly doesn’t feel like it, and just kiss you silly for the rest of time.

The two of you finally pull away after what feels like forever and you both can’t help but lick at your own lips, savoring the taste of each other. Before either of you can say anything to follow what just happened, another voice interrupts, “About time.”

You both turn to see Tony and Pepper, her with an admiring smile and Tony with a shit-eating grin. The two of you feel warm as you realize the rest of your friends that occupy the dancefloor are also staring at the both of you. Nat smirks from her place in Bruce’s arms, Sam winks at Bucky over the shoulder of his date, and Sharon and Steve are almost on the verge of happy tears at the sight of their best friends finally getting to be happy with each other. Even Clint and his wife smile at the two of you.

“What are you guys looking at, huh? Never seen a guy and gal dance together?” Bucky barks, Brooklyn accent slipping out as he chooses to pretend none of them saw the kiss that you and him shared.

“Not you two.” Steve says.

“Oh, whatever! What are you guys, five years old?” Bucky asks only to be met with his friends giggling.

“Whatever. Make fun of us all you want. I don’t care.” You speak up, curling your hands around the back of Bucky’s neck.

He looks back at you to meet your kind eyes with a gentle smile. Their friends continue to tease on, but you and Bucky only have eyes for each other. He ignores them and chooses to kiss you again, already craving the taste of your lips on his and the feel of your body in his arms.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes series #marvel #yay they kithed #:D #what are yalls new years resolutions #i wanna learn how to knit/crochet #and make myself a blanket #and a bucket hat #also kinda wanna learn how to sew but like make clothes kinda sew #like i already know how to fix holes and put on buttons but mamas tryna make a pair of PANTS #but i feel like knitting/crocheting will be easier so imma conquer that first

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blazinbeautywrites · 3 years

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Yooo it's almost 9 am as I'm writing this but by the time I post it'll be well past noon 😂. Anyways I woke up and unintentionally chose violence cuz there was no way I should have woken up thinking bout being fingered on the dance floor by Richard. Like imagine, yall are really good friends with benefits and yall have undeniable sexual chemistry and yall are dancing to a nice reggaeton beat, and while you're grinding up against him his hand travels up the back of your dress. You smile cuz you can feel how hard his dick is against your ass. Anyways you continue grinding on him and you felt him slip his middle finger beneath your underwear. You moan, though he can't hear you. She moves his fingers in an out at an agonizingly slow pace. You look around to see if anyone can see the two of you and notice everyone else is in their own little worlds too. You turn your attention back to Richard who's now nibbling on your neck. "Mmm babygirl. Your so fucking tight...and wet." He whispered in your ear. Before you could even realize what was happening you came hard around his fingers. You collapsed on the dancefloor and Richard told the guys you were a little drunk and that he was taking you home. He took you out to his car and before yall even got inside you were all over him. You'd pushed him up against the trunk and attacked his neck. He loved when you showed his neck some love, especially right underneath his chin. He wanted to stop you but knew once you got going it was impossible to stop you. You finally kissed his lips and he grabbed a handful of ass and deepened the kiss. You pulled away and got down onnyour knees. You looked into his eyes as he watched you unbutton his pants. You pulled them down just enough for his dick to pop out. You could see some precum leaking out and immediately took him into your mouth. He stroked your cheek and told you how much of a good girl you were for taking him so well. You hummed in response and he almost lost it. Watching his babygirl deepthroat him was one of the best ways he could have ended his night. Well other than fucking you of course. You managed to slip him further down your throat until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Richard loved seeing you like this, tears and makeup streaming down your face and hearing you gag on his dick was top tier for him. You sped up your actions and he felt like he was about to explode. He grabbed your head and fucked your face. He got off hearing your moans and gags. He felt his orgasm coming so he pulled away and out of your mouth and shot his load on your lips, cheeks, and chin. He admired how fucked you looked and smiled to himself.

"Look at you. Covered in my cum. You're daddy's little cum slut aren't you?" He asked. He swiped some of his cum off of your lips and tapped your lips. You opened your mouth and eagerly sucked his fingers clean. He was in awe of you. You never failed to amaze him.

"Now get that fine ass in the car, I'm not done with you just yet." He commanded. You chuckled to yourself, knowing you weren't gonna be able to walk tomorrow. But with Richard, it was all worth it.

#I legit made this tf up as I went lmao #idk why I did this to myself #I continue to choose violence at every turn lmfao #richard camacho #richard camacho scenarios #cnco #cnco scenarios

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shelli-gator · 3 years

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I honestly never even considered Willie x Mort. That's kinda a cute idea!)

Yeah! :D its really cute and soft when I picture it, and also with a heaping helping of angst.

My fav Willie ships are Willie x Mort, Willie x Dorothy, and Willie x Pancho as homies. I'll break them down for yall! <3

Willie x Mort is interesting in that both of them are bullied/misunderstood by people. Willie likes Mort because he sees beyond the weirdness to see someone who's as lonely as he sometimes feels.

Like my best boo @dondon-deconcon mentioned, Willie would eventually work up the courage to tell Mort how he feels. He desperately wants him to value himself more, to feel the same indignance he feels. Mort rejects him at first (he does feel something for him, but it's convoluted/difficult), and it hurts him, but he doesn't expect anything from him. His anger and resentment towards Julien only worsens however. I THRIVE off the thought of Julien throwing some insult at Mort or something and Willie just gives the tiniest growl that he directs at Julien that he doesn't think he can hear, but Julien just turns around like.

Anyway, when Mort does eventually realize his feelings for Willie and they work things out, their relationship is soft, and Willie is there to comfort him and vice versa.

For Willie x Dorothy, I like to think they've been friends since lemur school, but Willie's always harbored a softness for her that he never opened up about, especially after she starts dating Ted.

He was seen grooming her in s1, and lemurs do that to strengthen bonds between each other. So I like to think they're close, but Dorothy has never thought anything of it. Willie often brings her gifts, like sea glass and other things that he finds fascinating (i initially brought this up in my Willie hc post, its a big deal if he gives you these gifts), and she finds it endearing. Though I can't decide if he would do it in secret for fear of pissing Ted off and Dorothy only later figures out it was him, or he gives them to Dorothy and eventually she realizes that it might mean more to both of them than she first thought.

I need to flesh out this one a bit more, but I think Willie would treat her well, and make her feel loved and appreciated.

Willie x Pancho is a fun homies ship. As far as I hc they've been friends since lemur school, and Pancho often gets him into chaotic situations. Like getting drunk at the mango tango and putting their names on the sacrifice list together, or having the homie vow to eat each other if the need ever arises.

It cracks me up (and its also wildly soft) to think about Pancho just grabbing Willie and Horst's paws, or Willie carries Pancho home bridal style after he collapses on the dancefloor in Panchurian candidate.

Pancho: -.-

Willie: ... you wanna go home, Pancho?

Pancho: ... yeah

Willie: okay *scoops him up*

Julien just has to accept Pancho has two paws. One for him, and one for his homies.

(This last one is hilariously timed like, it looks to me like Pancho is whispering in his ear. I know he isn't but it just looks like it xD

Pancho: I love you, you bumpkin, *firmly kisses his brow* fuck you.

Willie: *confused mouthful of dirt noises*

Pancho: *immediately shoves him*)

#asks #lovely anon #williexmort #willie x mort #willie x pancho #willie x dorothy #homie ship #ahkj hc #ahkj ships

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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hehe ok this is rly long tho but i was afraid tumblr would eat them if i sent separate asks so forgive me for that yall 🤧 but i've been thinking abt wearing matching jewelry with your domesticated snake suguru ♥️ for some reason i see him as someone that likes to gift jewelry so on your second anniversary he gives you a promise ring in a pretty turquoise box 🥰 and he proudly wears a matching one on his ring finger (he wears it on a necklace under his jersey when he has a game) 🥺💍♥️ you surprise him with a dainty "S" hanging from your necklace one day he almost died pls he loves you so much 🥺

he holds your purse when you go out, carries your shopping bags, puts his jacket around you when it's cold, holds your skirt/dress down w his hand on the back of your thighs when it's windy (based on your hcs that he likes thighs 👀)️ he never EVER wants you to be uncomfortable *ahem* simp ♥

ooc (maybe?) but i think he likes to go out to the club sometimes mainly just bc i think he's SUCH a good dancer (this one is based on his stage actor lol) like who'd have thought but boy can he move he's a king on the dancefloor and men who can dance are HOT so you're sitting at the bar like "thank you he's mine" 🤩😍

he obvi has big hands and he gets this little smile when you compare your hand sizes 🥺 he's so in love 🤧 he will teasingly point it out if there's a big difference tho don't think he won't 🙄

oh and he calls you his "little mouse" sometimes when he's feeling frisky bc snakes like to eat mice 😍♥️ anyway daishou INVENTED being a boyfriend hand in marriage sir pls 😤💍

hang on just give me a moment while i try to remember how to breath because i’m going to cry because fuck these are all too cute.

A H E M

Daishou would. He’s absolutely the type of guy to give his s/o a promise ring, but the fact that he has a matching one ✋😭 gone 😭 i’m a weenie 😭 and he shows it off every chance that he gets 😭 he always waits to the last possible moment to take it off before games. Like, he’s in that captains meeting right before they start and he’s just then taking it off and it’s only because his coach keeps giving him the side eye. dkfhkedfkheh b y e the ref looks at him taking it off and insert daishou rambling about you and it’s not even part of his “Mr. Nice Guy” ploy, but it kinda makes the ref like him more because it’s really cute that he’s so in love 🥺

gentleman daishou is just *swoon*. He was once carrying your Victoria Secret bag, Sephora bag, and had your purse while you went to the bathroom and a group of guys walked by, kinda laughing at him, but wowowowow did they shut the fuck up when you came back and placed a kiss on his cheek because what the hell she’s hot

Suguru dancing 🥴🥴 don’t mind me 🥴🥴 i just know that he really knows how to move his hips like a god and that’s 👏 so 👏 hot 👏 other people always try to dance with him if you’re at the bar, but this boy ✋😌 he is a loyal man. Some girl will to come up against him and his hands are immediately on her shoulders, moving her away from him, explaining that he’s taken 🥰

LISTEN I HAVE CHILD SIZED HANDS THEY ARE SO SMALL SO THIS ONE FJEHFJEWFCOO DEAD DECEASED omg if the difference is big enough, he’s going to like fold his fingers over yours (idk if that makes sense . . . one of my friends used to do that to me and it always made my heart all wiggly and warm). He’s going to tease the absolute shit out of you for having small hands, but he can’t lie 🥺he thinks it’s so cute how his hand just seems to absolutely swallow yours when you guys are holding hands and i know that he probably has a picture of the two of you comparing hand sizes (WEARING YOUR PROMISE RINGS ✋😭 I AM NOT OKAY MY HEART IS SO WARM) saved on his phone and i wouldn’t be surprised if he has it as his phone background 🥰

pleasemrdaishousugurusircanipleasebeyourlittlemouse;-; just him hissing, “look how cute my little mouse is when she’s all flustered like that” in your ear, that smirk oh so present in his voice 🥴 and it’s always MY little mouse. He’s probably very possessive with his pet names and always says things like my angel, my baby girl🥰

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pink-hao · 4 years

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college! jungkook

masterlist

it’s his second year in uni !

totally a dance major

minor in music composition

such a cutie

but you should’ve seen him last year when he was a freshman

you would’ve laughed

for sure the type to be scared to be late to class

NEVER skipped (stay in school )

loosened up over winter break tho and went to his first party right before the second semester

kookie d r a n k ?! who let him !!!

he got turnt at that party tho

and made lots of friends

he’s the one that dances in the halls in between classes

oh did i mention he loves to dance ? like so much

yea he tells all his friends he’s gonna be a choreographer for an agency

maybe even an idol

if he’s not in dance class, singing, or out with his favs,

he’s leading the weekend free dance class for students who dont take the full-year course

kinda loving his life rn

but something is missing

he’s not sure what it is

but then you showed up

you transferred right before your second year

during your first week, you decided to sign up for the weekend class with your best friend Jimin

lowkey excited ? because you haven’t danced in a while and you love the feeling you get when you do

when you walk into the class though,

you did not expect the cutest guy on campus to be one of the instructors

you need to get a name

Jimin sees you straight up staring and starts giggling

“you should see your face right now, its literally the face you made when you saw Leonardo DiCaprio in the titanic for the first time”

so you try to calm yourself down,

but you are breaking a sweat here

and it’s not just the dance

which was a bit hard but you kept up pretty well

Jimin made it look easy

that hot instructor made it look like cake

you really were going to talk to him

after class of course !

butt

fate was not on your side today

hot dance instructor ran out of class halfway through

he told the other instructor that he had a family emergency ? you don’t know why, but you were kind of concerned for him for a second

anyways, you go to your new dorm and meet your roommate

she is so beautiful ! her name is Ryujin and she is sassy™

but she seems super awesome

she invites you to a party tonight at her friend Namjoon’s house

you were kind of conflicted because you want to unpack the rest of your stuff and decorate a little while you have the drive to do so

but you also want to drink a little and meet some new people

so you say yes, and get dressed all cute and nice

when you get to this (massive) house with dozens of people, you ask Ryujin just who Namjoon is exactly

she tells you he’s the leader of the Beta Theta Sigma (see what I did there) fraternity

“don’t look so nervous ! he’s really nice and so are the other brothers. just be careful some of the other people around here, they can get a little wild with the alcohol.”

you walk in and you kinda want to go home

Ryujin probably noticed this because she stayed with you for a while

she introduced you to some friends of hers

you met a couple of the frat brothers

V, the soft-spoken art major

Jin, the fast-talking culinary major

Yoongi, the seemingly intimidating but SUPER soft and awkward music engineering and production major

Namjoon, the leader and music composition major with a dimple that Ryujin likes to poke

you think she’s more than slightly buzzed right now, because one second she’s slapping Joon’s chest for no reason, and the next she’s dragging you to the center of the huge living room where a bunch of people are dancing

at first, you’re a little stiff because you were not expecting to dance in front of so many people

but Ryujin (and those vodka cranberry shots you took earlier) helped you loosen up

before you knew it, you droppin it down, pickin it up, throwin it back, and everything in between !

plenty of guys and gals were woopin and hollerin

everybody wanted to dance with you tonight

and you didn’t notice

but that included hot dance instructor dude

kook was having a good old time on the dance floor, and then you showed up, swingin your hips and whippin around

you kinda stole his heart

but wait a minute

you were the cutie he saw in his class earlier

he really wanted to talk to you

but he got a message on his phone from hoseok about being in the hospital

(it was all a first day back prank, not cute to him)

he didn’t want to pull you off the dancefloor right now, you were having way too much fun

so he decided to talk to you a different way

body language

he shimmied his way over to you and that’s when you noticed him

you two started dancing together

and everyone was all like “oh okay ! is a ship about to sail ?”

you caught Ryujin looking at Namjoon and smiling all cutesy

you think they might look cute together

sooo you and kook have been dancing for a while, doing the whole eye flirty thing

you yell at him over the music about how you’re gonna go grab a drink and he says he’ll show you where the good ones are

is he a frat brother here ? does Ryujin know about him ? you’ll ask her later

you end up spending the whole night with him

he tells you his name is Jungkook

when you tell him your name, he tells you its almost as cute as you are

ugh this guy

you exchange phone numbers and almost kissed but Jin ran into the bedroom and when he saw you together he said NAH NOT TODAY

you two laughed and he was embarrassed

“i don’t bring a lot of people up here if that’s what you’re thinking,”

he’s not sure why he felt the need to explain, but you understood and didn’t pry

yall are young ! it’s fine

Ryujin finds you two and tells you to BREAK IT UP

“We gotta go, its already 2 am!!! I want to go to sleep and I’m not leaving you here alone ! say goodbye rn ”

you didn’t want to leave thooo

kookie didn’t want you to leave either but,

you promised him that you would be at his dance class

he smiled supery dupery big when you said that

his heart !! he wants to see you asap tho he canNOT wait until next weekend

thinks ab you a whole lot

thinks about you when he dances

he realized that he never really used to think about anything while dancing, but now you’ve taken up his mind from morning to night

smh mans whipped

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts #namjoon #jhope #hoseok #jimin #jin #v #taehyung #suga #yoongi

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butter3drainbows · 4 years

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Title: Drunk Rice

Summary: Just a soft fic of Drunk! Risotto being touchy with his family friends.

(reposted this for all the pipz out there who spent their Valentines with friends and family. Happy Valentine’s Day yall🌹👌😂😘)

Music blared from the sound system as the club lights cast their blinding rays across the dancing bodies on the dancefloor. Formaggio and Pesci could be seen dancing, awkwardly in the case of the latter, from the table that the rest of the gang had occupied. Their group had just come from the hospital after paying their friend a visit from the ICU.

Gelato had only sustained minor injuries from the car crash, a few cuts and bruises here and there. Sorbet who had been behind the wheel had taken the brunt of the accident, sustained head trauma and a few broken bones.

Melone had insisted to go to the high end clubs (his treat) to loosen up after being assured by the doctors that their friends were in stable condition and are expected to have a full recovery.

News of the accident had rattled everyone but all of them knew who was distressed by the news the most.

“R’mber when you got fucked up by a train?”

Prosciutto sighed putting his drink down as he bore Risotto’s almost two hundred pound weight around his shoulders. Melone and Illuso snickered from across their round table as they captured the rare moment of Risotto, the serious and composed head recognized by the gang, inebriated and slurring; his speech less refined after too much of the expensive stuff Melone had ordered for them.

“I don’t think anyone would forget their near-death experience, Risotto.”

“That messed me*hic* messed me up so bad Pros,” Risotto cut in. He slammed his hand on the table jolting the empty bottles on top as well as the nearby patrons around their table.

“Why fuck were you even *hic* on the tracks? Don’t ya know tha’s dangerous?”

Prosciutto looked absolutely miserable which had Melone snorting a laugh. Illuso wasn’t doing any better, already doubled over and pounding the table with his fist. Prosciutto struggled to support Risotto’s upper body as the latter recounted the events that had almost gotten his friend killed as a child while making uncoordinated gestures with his hand.

“Always*hic* aaaaaalways tellin’ you guys*hic* t’be careful. ‘very year summun’ ends up *hic* in the fucking hospital…” Risotto shook his head removing his arm from Prosciutto’s shoulders, to the blonde’s relief, to pour himself another round. The amber liquid spilled on the side of his glass as he did, his motor skills not quite catching up with his intoxicated brain.

“Drink another round and you’ll be next.” Prosciutto chided before snapping his fingers at a passing cocktail waitress and ordering some water. He winced at the strain he had to endure on his shoulders as he stretched them to relieve the tension. His eyes signaled for Illuso to distance the alcohol from Risotto’s reach which meant collecting them all to one far-off side where Risotto’s long arms can’t reach. “That’s your last shot for tonight now drink your water and sober up a little. I’m not going to be one who’s going to haul your huge ass out of this club again if you don’t.”

Risotto laughed, the dimples on his cheek deepening the more he grinned, “You’d make *hic* a great nurse Pros.”

Prosciutto rolled his eyes “I am a nurse, Risotto. We work in the same hospital ah ah…!” Prosciutto stopped the burly arm that reached towards the collection of alcohol on Illuso’s side and slid a glass of water in front of the pouting mass of muscle.

“Look at his face!” Illuso all but wheezed at the face Risotto was making, lip jutting out and red eyes sulking as he took a sip from the glass of water. Melone casted his eyes towards Ghiacco who had been slowly inching away from Risotto for the past few hours as he made his descent into intoxication.

“Well aren’t we silent today eh Ghiacco?”

Ghiacco’s eyes shot towards Melone dangerously, mouthing “Fuck.off.” at his grinning friend. He stiffened and muttered a curse when he felt the heavy weight of Risotto’s arm around his shoulder followed by the undeniable stench of alcohol.

“Ghiacco~”

Ghiacco chanced a cautious look at the direction of the drawl and was met with mirthful red eyes.

Fuck that’s unsettling. Ghiacco thinks he might never accept a grinning Risotto as something natural.

“Why’rnt ya drinking?”

“Leave him alone Risotto. You know he’s allergic to alcohol.”

The look on Risotto’s face can only be registered as surprise as he passionately expressed his disbelief and distress at the fact that his friend cannot properly enjoy any sort of alcoholic drink.

“Hey hey what’s happenin he-Hooooly shit!” Formaggio laughed when he caught sight of Risotto’s drunken state. “Is Risotto drunk? Already?”

“What does it look like?” Prosciutto grumbled as Formaggio and Pesci took their seats around the table while Melone started to arrange drinks for them.

“Your kid is weak Pros. I had the ladies all round up for him and he still managed to bore them away.”

“B-but I did as you told me and struck a conversation.”

“You think chicks would be into the logistics of fishing with lures vs. fishing nets?”

“I-it’s the only thing I could think about…” Pesci trailed off forlornly, disappointed at having his efforts fail even with the help of his fratello.

“We’ll have to work with your conversation skills. Get yourself a drink and maybe you’ll act less like a mamoni with some alcohol in your system.” Prosciutto scolded. What was he gonna do with this kid?

From beside him he watched Risotto continue to harass Ghiacco, the latter looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but beside the older man beside him. He scoffed, “Yes suffer as I did” he thought.

“I r’mbered when I first met’ya*hic*. Arrogant lil’ shit wasn’t he Pros?” Ghiacco winced knowing the memory too well. Risotto laughed through his nose remembering something, “But not as*hic* not as arrogant as ‘luso the day I met ‘im tha’s for sure.”

“Hey!”

A round of laughter resounded around the table. Risotto’s eyes become serious as he trained them on Ghiacco.

“You’re alright now though, aren’t you Ghiac?”

“Yeah.”

“You can always talk to me. You know that right, fratello?”

“Tsk I know that.” Ghiacco’s tone was haughty but didn’t faze Risotto, “Life’s been less shitty so I don’t have anything to tell you.”

“Hmm tha’s good.”

Prosciutto’s lips twitched as he watched the resident hothead and the youngest of the group nod awkwardly at Risotto’s drunken mini-tirades. Prosciutto came to realize that this band of troublemakers had the common denominator of meeting Risotto first before coming together. Each had their own stories to tell, most of them not good like Ghiacco’s, but they had each other growing up which helped them in a way to not be consumed by the troubles of their past. They were all indebted to each other in some way and as Prosciutto sloshed his drink around his glass eyeing the people around his table, he couldn’t help but admit how grateful he was to be friends with this particular group of idiots.

He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of glass shattering and he cursed at Risotto who apparently was not able to control the force of him “tapping” a wineglass with a spoon. He was unapologetic, muttering a half-meant “oops” as he put down the remains of the shattered glass on the table.

“I have something to say.” All attention was focused on Risotto. His voice had sobered considerably which meant he was about to drop some serious talk. After a while, his red eyes regarded the people surrounding the table.

“You know I love you guys right? I mean to me,” he gestured to all of them in an awkward wave, “you are all family. And family is important to me so please please take better care of yourselves. What happened last week should be the last time I see a brother wheeled into the ER covered in their own blood.”

Risotto listened to their sounds of agreement with Formaggio and Illuso drawing out “sooorry Risottoooo~” in the background. Risotto nodded, satisfied with their response.

“Siamo una famiglia, si?”

A collection of yeahs sounded from around the table. Melone raised his glass for a toast dedicating it to their years of friendship and the years to come. Each grabbed their own with Prosciutto slipping Risotto’s glass of water towards his wandering hand when it went too close to a shot glass. The others followed suit with loud exclamations of salud around the table. Prosciutto stopped mid-sip when he heard sniffles beside him.

“Jesus, Risotto…” He watched Risotto wipe his tears with his handkerchief, his eyes down casted but his lips smiling. The next thing he knew, Risotto was reaching towards him with his arm pulling the smaller man in a tight hug.

“Ti voglio bene fratello.” Prosciutto clicked his tongue but returned the embrace anyway patting Risotto’s broad back as he mumbled small messages of thanks against his shoulder. His strained voice told Risotto to let up on his grip before he suffocates and the larger man released his hold around him but not before leaving a kiss on Prosciutto’s forehead. He then faced a wide-eyed Ghiacco, his intention the same but his messages considerably longer consisting of words of advice telling him to be less angry and how he will always see him as a baby brother.

“What the fuck, who’re you calling a baby brother. I’m a fucking grown ass man…” Ghiacco mumbled in his seat hiding the redness of his cheeks with his glass as he took a sip of his drink and rubbed the kissed spot on his cheek. It was clear that it was Risotto’s plan to embrace everyone when he got up from his seat and slowly walked his away around to the other side of the table. Illuso, not one for hugs, cursed and was ready to bolt from his spot but was held down by Formaggio and Melone.

“Let him.” Prosciutto sighed waving his hand exasperatedly, “Just…let him.”

Risotto was a force to be reckoned with when he’s drunk and touchy, any attempts to deter him from hugging someone would be futile. He simply won’t stop until he has managed to wrap his arms around his target and say what needs to be said.

“Now now, Illuso. Rice hugs are rare so you gotta enjoy this once in a lifetime treat.” Melone laughed.

“Yeah, ladies and gentlemen would kill each other for one of these. You’re lucky to get one for free.” Formaggio laughed alongside Melone as they held down their struggling friend.

Risotto managed to finish his personal mission of showering his friends with acts of affection with a little difficulty from Illuso as he was nearly the same size as him. Formaggio and Melone, he had no trouble with; the both of them meeting his embrace with open arms while muttering their own words against each other’s shoulders. Last was Pesci who he whispered a secret about Prosciutto caring for him more than he let on and that he shouldn’t let his harsh words get to him because he only wanted him to be the best that he could be. By the end of the hug, Pesci was tearing up on his own which caused Prosciutto to scold him again for being soft.

Boy’s night didn’t end until four am in the morning as all of them had no other plans or work scheduled for that day. Risotto as well as several others ended up being wasted after Formaggio funded another two rounds of the bar’s stronger selections. Prosciutto was all hissy about it of course cursing more than Ghiacco throughout the whole ordeal of chucking full grown men into the seats of his and Ghiacco’s car while threatening anyone who would dare ruin his car’s interior. Ghiacco was surprisingly silent throughout the process thinking that the blonde was cursing enough in two languages for the both of them. All had made it home safe that morning, each suffering through the effects of last night on their own by the time they woke up.

#SFW #FriendshipFloof #LaSquadra #RisottoNero #Prosciutto #Melone #Formaggio #Pesci #Illuso #Gelato #Sorbet #Ghiacco #InkButter

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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malamente part 3 (branjie) - evan

AN: buckle up, yall. Things are popping off in this chapter. Check Tags! The domestic violence gets more explicit in this one, but I promise this is as bad as it gets.

Thanks as always to Meggie, beta extraordinaire, and to everyone who has left me such encouraging comments about this. I’m glad you’re all loving it <3 <3

I’m @formercongressman!

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And just like that, Brooke has a friend.

Vanessa texts her a different cat video pretty much every day, and Brooke maybe-too-eagerly wipes the sleep out of her eyes to watch them on the mornings when she wakes up to a message from Vanessa on her phone. Brooke buys her more drinks (and if there’s a power dynamic there, they don’t acknowledge it) and over the course of a few weeks they finish Jason’s bottle of scotch. Stories flow out of them like water: Vanessa talks about her own short-lived aspirations of a dancing career, Brooke complains about her vapid yoga teacher, and they both gush about their resilient mothers. There’s never a lull, even for a second. Vanessa thanks her for a reason to get out of her house.

Vanessa invites her out and Brooke meets Silky and A’keria, her best friends and coworkers from the dress store. They’re loud and bright and boy they can drink, and even as the dancefloor is spinning Brooke and Vanessa make sure to keep an eye on each other, pull each other away from too-handsy men. They dance until the lights come on at 3 a.m.

And really, they’re just friends.

(Just friends, she reminds herself, when Vanessa shows up at her house wearing a short green dress and Brooke has to work hard to not stare at her legs and the cut of the muscle in her thigh. Just friends, she knows to think, every time Vanessa is on the phone with her boyfriend. Just friends, when Vanessa comes over for brunch and perches on her countertop while she watches Brooke make puff pastry by hand. Just friends, when Vanessa reaches under the table to set her hand on Brooke’s knee and sparks shoot down her leg again. Absolutely just friends.)

Brooke killed her husband a month ago. She’s got other intrusive thoughts to worry about.

And yet, it gets easier. Brooke sages the house like Vanessa told her, adores the lingering smell, and the shadows stop moving out of the corner of her eye. The kitchen becomes hers again. She stops walking around the spot where his body fell and dances to music she hasn’t listened to since high school while she cooks dinner.

She makes plans for a garden. It’s something she wants. She’d always loved the green space in the backyard, fighting tooth and nail to prevent Jason from turning it into a pool, but a garden could really do it justice. She hires someone professional to do it, and they dig into the red clay earth to set up better soil and drainage. She stares into the shallow ditch in her backyard expectantly, because she’s pretty sure there’s a promise somewhere in there.

“I killed him,” she says one night to an empty room. No might have, no think I maybe. She’s starting to own it. It’s a fact, and every day she goes without a bruise on her skin (she’s at 47) makes her feel a little less scared of that reality.

Nina says she looks taller. Brooke lilts between the cupboards as she’s unpacking her groceries, and that’s when Nina starts to notice something’s actually different.

“You’re fucking somebody, aren’t you?” Nina leans against Brooke’s counter like she already knows the answer.

“No, I’m not.” Brooke feels her face threaten to flush and she turns away before Nina can catch it, busying herself with needlessly rearranging the nuts and raisins.

“Come on. What’s his name?”

Brooke throws on a very performatively serious face. “There’s nobody-”

“What’s her name?” Nina cuts her off.

Brooke stops putting away her groceries to give Nina a long glare. She regrets ever telling Nina about a whirlwind fling and inexplicably massive heartbreak over an Icelandic ballerina one night when she was drunk and spewing unfiltered feelings. And Nina sees right through her now, always does, and Brooke rolls her eyes and relents. Partially.

“You’re the one who told me to make a friend. So I did. Her name’s Vanessa. She lives with her boyfriend, and we hang out. That’s it.”

“And you like her.”

“I enjoy her company. We’re friends.”

Nina narrows her eyes, and Brooke worries for a moment that she can somehow read her mind. “And where did you meet?”

Brooke hesitates, Nina catches it. “At a bar.” Brooke thinks she should really work on being a better liar.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Nina says, “and I’m going to find out what it is.” Brooke has every reason to believe that she will.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Brooke can’t look at her, so she tears into the package of lemons in her bag and starts putting them into her hanging fruit basket.

“You’re a terrible secret-keeper, Brooke.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

If only she knew. Brooke adds a new item to the list of things she’s keeping from Nina.

–

Vanessa falls asleep on Brooke’s couch a little before midnight on a Wednesday with an episode of Parks & Recreation playing softly on the TV. Brooke has this moment bookmarked in her memory for two reasons:

1. Vanessa is even beautiful when she’s sleeping. She’s got this kind of serenity and stillness that Brooke never finds in her always-expressive face during the day. Her collarbone shifts as she steadily breathes. Brooke wants to smack herself for focusing in on this.

2. Brooke will shortly realize that if Vanessa had stayed awake, or if Brooke had just woken her up and gotten her home, every second of chaos and fear they were to endure in the coming days could have been avoided. It’s something of a morbid turning point.

Anyway.

Vanessa comes over to Brooke’s for dinner and brings a pasta dish she baked at home. Brooke tosses a salad with caramelized brussels sprouts and dried apricots. They eat and chat about Vanessa’s most recent dress heist from her work, this time for A’keria, and the thrill of walking past her boss all smiles with the dress balled up in her drawstring bag.

They had originally wanted to find a movie to watch, but Brooke insists on bingeing a few episodes of Parks & Rec when Vanessa says she’s never seen it. They start in the middle of a season, with some of Brooke’s favorite episodes, and she smiles as she catches Vanessa chucking out of the corner of her eye. But after what she thinks is four (and is actually six) episodes, Vanessa is slumped to the side of the couch, eyes lightly shut, fast asleep in the glow of the television.

Brooke watches her for probably what is longer than is normal. It’s longer than is friendly, that’s for sure, but she’s definitely not ready to deal with that. But after a moment she makes the decision (a conscious decision, she will remind herself later) to get up and grab her a blanket and pillow, to help her get comfy, to let her stay as long as she wants. Her shoes are already off, and her dress doesn’t seem like the most comfortable thing to be sleeping in, but Brooke manages to adjust her so her head is down on the pillow and her shoulders are covered by the blanket. She turns off the screen and watches as Vanessa curls into the covers.

(She could run the pad of her thumb over Vanessa’s smooth cheekbones. She could press a kiss to her temple, whisper goodnight, wonder if she heard. Vanessa would probably be warm, with a body temperature a few degrees higher than most humans, a furnace, a generator. As much as Brooke wants to touch, she doesn’t. She really, really thinks about it, though.)

She leaves the hall light on, in case Vanessa gets up. She leaves the door to her bedroom cracked, because Vanessa might need her in the night. And maybe she falls asleep thinking about what that might look like. Maybe.

–

“Fuck!”

Brooke stirs in the morning as she hears a voice, a muffled shout, and what sounds like something heavy thudding against the carpet in the living room. She pulls the throw blanket over her shoulders and steps out of her room to lean against hallway door frame.

Vanessa is hobbling around with one heel on and turning over couch cushions. She notices Brooke and draws in a breath. “What time is it? Can’t find my damn phone.”

“Um,” Brooke peers at the oven clock. “Almost nine-thirty.”

“Fuck. I’m gonna be late for work.” Vanessa sighs with relief when she finally uncovers her phone. “Can you drive me?”

“Yeah, of course.” Brooke grabs Vanessa’s other shoe from over by the door and brings it to her. She would almost find Vanessa stumbling around in the morning almost endearing if she didn’t look so legitimately uneasy.

“I shouldn’t have stayed here last night.” Vanessa’s tone is serious, which wakes Brooke up a bit more. “He’s gonna be so pissed I didn’t come home.”

They don’t talk about Victor much. Vanessa doesn’t bring it up, Brooke doesn’t pry, as she figures Vanessa would prefer an escape from that world. So it’s jarring. Usually Vanessa is unshakably carefree, but Brooke can feel the crease in her eyebrows and she’s drained of her usual vibrance, so Brooke knows this is something to worry about.

“All right. I’ll get dressed. Okay.”

She tosses on sweats quickly, trying to wipe the unwelcome sleepiness out of her eyes as she tries to make her brain catch up with her body. They hop into Brooke’s car, and Vanessa is typing furiously on her phone in the passenger seat as they drive, silent except for the occasional quiet exasperated click of her tongue.

“What’s up?” Brooke asks after Vanessa turns her phone upside down on the dashboard in frustration.

“He’s losing it. Over nothing.”

“I’m so sorry, I should have woken you–”

“It’s not you. There’s nothing to be mad about, it’s literally nothing, and he’s acting like I’ve got a secret family or some shit.”

Because there’s nothing to worry about, right?

It’s not nothing. She can’t tell if Vanessa knows that. But they’re rapidly approaching a boiling point and Brooke knows sooner rather than later she’s going to have to address it.

“Are you going to be all right after work?” Brooke asks evasively instead.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

Brooke doesn’t believe her for a second, but she doesn’t want to make this feel any worse than it already is, so she leaves it.

She drops Vanessa off in front of the dress boutique right on time for her shift, and Brooke is comforted that she seems to relax just a little.

“Thank you. Seriously.” Vanessa leans in through the car window to lock into her gaze.

“You’ll text me?”

“I will. And don’t worry, it’s gonna get sorted out. You seem more worried than I do!”

Vanessa laughs, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, so Brooke isn’t sure that that’s true.

–

V: a’keria noticed i’m wearing the same dress as yesterday and now she thinks we’re fucking

V: so sorry for that in advance

B: lol could you imagine!

Maybe Brooke can’t un-make the choices she made last night, but she sure can backpedal. She tries not to stare at that text for too long. She tries not to think about Vanessa. She folds the blanket on the couch and puts it back in the closet without a second thought. She’s making Vanessa’s world harder, and it’s the last thing she wants. So she resolves to dial it down.

She doesn’t hear from Vanessa much more for the rest of the day, and Brooke thinks she’s just not looking at her phone as often. It makes sense. No news is good news, she tells herself for some reason. Plus, the one text she got was a joke, which puts her a bit more at ease. But something feels off. She knows Vanessa gets off work at six, but she goes through her evening without a single text. She tries not to worry, but that isn’t her strong suit.

Just as she’s settling in under the covers a little after 11, her phone lights up.

V: hey can I come over tonight?

B: i was about to go to bed, actually

B: but tomorrow?

Once Brooke is enveloped in her comforter cocoon, it’s hard to drag her out. Plus, distance. Backpedaling. She’s not expecting the response.

V: Actually

V: I can’t stay here tonight

V: And Silky and A’keria aren’t texting me back

V: And things got bad

V: I need to get out of here I think

Brooke’s stomach plummets and she’s throwing on clothes blindly for the second time that day.

B: yes

B: of course

B: be there in 20

The key is in the ignition of her car and she doesn’t remember walking out there, and she’s about to back out of her garage when she checks her phone one more time.

V: don’t you live 30 min away?

B: yep

Brooke runs a couple lights and makes it in fifteen.

She’s been to Vanessa’s place before, picking her up or dropping her off, but she’s never been inside before. She and Victor live on the top floor of a duplex, and she climbs the rickety wooden stairs to the entrance off the deck. Come inside and back down the hallway, Vanessa had texted her. I’m not sure I can come out of this room to get you. Brooke steels herself and tries not to let her imagination run wild over what that possibly means.

Brooke shivers as the door squeaks shut behind her. She turns quickly but quietly to try and navigate the dark kitchen and find Vanessa when she catches sight of Victor. He’s sitting in the adjoined room lit only by a rapidly flickering TV screen. It’s eerie. If he sees her, he doesn’t acknowledge her, and she doesn’t give him much of a chance as she steps softly into the hallway.

Brooke feels the same icy drip down her back from when she thought her house was haunted, but she doesn’t pause to shudder. Brooke isn’t quite sure what she’s walking into, and she knows it’s bad, but even then she doesn’t doubt for a second the way her body seems to carry itself towards Vanessa, to do anything to make sure she’s safe.

Brooke drums her fingernails on the thin, closed door. “Hey,” she says softly, “it’s me.

The door opens just a crack, then all the way, and Brooke steps inside. The room is a wreck, with dresser drawers thrown open and a duffel bag and a suitcase on the bed exploding with fabrics and things that seem to have been hastily stuffed inside. But then she turns to see Vanessa, closing the door and relocking it with a barely perceptible click, and Brooke freezes.

Vanessa has a black eye. Vanessa has a cut across her cheek.

“Fuck,” Brooke whispers. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Figured you were probably freaked out enough.” Vanessa winces as she smiles. Like nothing’s wrong.

“He did this?”

“He did this because I didn’t come home last night.” She points to the bruise darkening around her left eye. “And then this when I said I was leaving.” The cut on her cheek isn’t pretty, won’t heal well, but it looks like she’s been dabbing it with a cloth to keep the bleeding down. “So I’m definitely leaving. Right now.”

Brooke is at a loss for what to do. She’s ready to give her water and a blanket and a distraction, just like Nina would offer her the nights she had to stay over. But that’s not the same kind of girl that’s standing in front of her right now. Vanessa’s got fire in her eyes, a tight jaw, and she looks angry enough to climb out a second story window if she has to.

“I’m so sorry, this is– I should have–”

“Brooke, no, it’s not your fault. Don’t even start with that.” Vanessa’s voice is the most confident and self-aware sound Brooke’s heard in her life. “It’s not your fault, or mine, it’s his.”

(Vanessa is like a smooth rock in river full of rapids. She’s glimmering like a piece of sea glass hidden in the sand. She stands resolute against a current that threatens to shift and transform her, and it’s nothing short of sublime.)

Brooke’s used to storing blame in the space in between her shoulders, a space she always struggled to loosen even when she was dancing, even before she was with Jason. But maybe it doesn’t always belong there.

“It is,” she agrees. “It is his fault.”

“Good. Now help me zip this shit.”

Brooke helps her wrestle her suitcase shut, somehow managing to cram the rest of Vanessa’s unfolded clothes inside of it. She sighs, tosses the duffel bag over her shoulder, and Brooke takes the heavy suitcase by its handle, not trusting the low grind of the wheels.

They plan to move quick, to get out the door and down the stairs and into Brooke’s car before Victor can get off the couch, but these things never seem to go to plan. Vanessa is halfway out the door to the porch when the floorboards behind them creak.

“No. You aren’t leaving.” It’s a low voice from the living room.

Vanessa stops in the doorway and turns. “It’s over, Victor.”

He’s smaller than Brooke imagined. Paler, washed out. But solidly there, right in front of them. Jason would only get violent when he was drunk, but Victor seems perfectly sober which is all the more terrifying.

“You don’t get to just decide that,” he starts, “you don’t get to just–”

“I can do what I want.” Vanessa steps forward, back into the kitchen, back into harm’s way like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Brooke wants to grab Vanessa’s arm, lead her out the door, deescalate the situation, but she can’t quite move, can’t quite speak, can only watch the lighted fuse creep closer to set off a bomb.

“And who the fuck is this?” Victor gestures towards Brooke, pointed finger, and she shifts back.

“Nobody.”

“Is this who you’re staying with? You’re cheating on me with some blonde bitch?”

Vanessa snaps, and Brooke can see all of the rage in her small body ready to bubble out. “I swear to god, you’re gonna burn in hell–“

Victor raises a flat palm at Vanessa, and then everything moves too fast for Brooke to think. She just acts.

Brooke steps into the line of fire. She’s got her hands around Victor’s arm, pulling him back harder than what she thought she was capable. He’s clearly caught off guard too, and he briefly loses his footing. But he’s also stronger than he looks, and his hands rain down hard against her skin. Vanessa’s yelling, but the words don’t quite reach Brooke’s ears. She’d like for it to feel good to fight back, but truthfully, it’s all too much.

When Victor throws Brooke into the spice rack, in a brief moment of clarity she notes the criminally underused quantity of cardamom that Vanessa has. Then she feels the sharp crack of her head against the corner of the shelving unit, hears the small plastic canisters raining down around her, and feels the sharp pain radiate through her skull. Fuck.

And then he’s holding something, a rolling pin maybe, standing over her and silhouetted by the too-bright fluorescent light from the ceiling. She brings up an arm over her head, looks away, but then there’s a thud different than the one she was expecting as whatever he’s holding drops to the linoleum tile.

He’s choking. Gurgling. His body buckles, falls to the side against the refrigerator, and a patch of blood starts to spread across his chest.

Brooke looks up to see Vanessa, holding a carving knife now coated in blood, frozen with total horror in her eyes.

“Oh,” Brooke says. “Oh wow.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #nina west #branjie #lesbian au #angst #hurt/comfort #malamente #evan #tw domestic violence #tw violence #tw murder #concrit welcome #submission

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bucky experiencing twerking for the first time hc

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 912

Warnings: alcohol consumption, twerking (obv), jlo

A/N: this came into my head by i love bucky and i miss wildin out at college and twerking on random hot guys and going to parties SO this was birthed hope yall dont see this as too messy bc this is exactly was drunk me is like at parties except x10 and more drunk bathroom trips ANYWAY hope yall enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

Okay so everyone paints Bucky as this super fragile, super sensitive, hard-to-be-around guy

But that’s WRONG

Sure, the first couple years of everything returning to normal again for him after his stay in Wakanda (and then again after the snap) took time and was hard; it would be for anyone

But soon, he adjusts and is having the time of his life with Sam and Sharon

And Alpine, too, obv

Anyway

It’s a Friday night and Sam and Sharon gather everybody they know to go to a new club in NYC

The music’s loud, but in the best way and Bucky feels the vibrations pump through his chest

Drinks start going around and Bucky leans more towards the better tasting ones over the ones with more alcohol, he can’t get drunk anyway

Everybody’s taking drink after drink, loosening up, dancing out on the dance floor until they’re covered in sweat, before returning back to the table they’ve all taken up to get another drink to cool off

Rinse, repeat

Sam constantly tries to start a conga line in the middle of the crowded dance floor but Bucky is the only one who humors him and joins in before they both break out in laughter and continue dancing to whatever song is playing

Bucky’s had his eye on you since everyone met up with each other at the club

You’re very pretty

But Bucky puts it aside, he sees pretty people everyday, most of Sam and Sharon’s friends are very pretty

But you stayed in his mind as of the very second the two of you greeted each other with an obligatory kiss on the cheek, and your spicy-sweet perfume clung to his nose

The club’s music is all over the place, but in a good way

Remixes blend modern music with 80’s hip hop and merge into techno music with loud bass before transitioning to classic rock hits

Bucky spots you at the bar and approaches you to give himself a break from the thick air of the middle of the club

The totally the reason why not because he wants to talk to you just because he needs some air

“What are you drinking?’

“Huh?!”

A cherry red drink and a shot glass with clear liquid is placed down in front of you, with a salt shaker and some lime slices

A wide smile is spread across your face at the prospect of more alcohol

Bucky watches as you lick a stripe on the top of your hand and sprinkle some salt on top

His eyebrow furrows as you take the shot in a quick gulp, lick the salt, and quickly reach for the lime that’s resting on a napkin in front of him

What kinda combination…?

You quickly chase down the alcohol with what Bucky can only assume is another alcoholic drink, the bright red liquid putting a tint to your plump lips

The music changes and your eyebrows shoot up

“Bucky this is JLO we have to go NOW!”

You down the rest of your drink before grabbing Bucky by the hand and dragging him back to the dancefloor

“Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got, I’m still, I’m still Jenny from the block,”

You continue to hold onto his hand as the two of you jump, dance, spin, and everything in between

And then to Bucky’s surprise

You turn around, place the hand you were holding onto your lower hip before leaning forward and

Wow Bucky likes this kind of dancing

His mom is probably turning over in her grave right now seeing him participate in this

Your hips dip and roll in circular motions, switching between up-and-down grinds and glorious bounces, all of your moves smooth and flowing perfectly with the beats of the song

Your hands balance at the tips of your knees and every once in a while your face peeks over your shoulder to witness your own talented moves

Whoever this JLO is, Bucky loves her

Bucky can’t hold himself back as he runs a hand down your back and around your ass, the other hand pushing back the slight curls that his hair has begun to grow back into

Bucky moves his hips with the same pace as yours, the two of you grinding completely in sync with each other

Your legs go from being bent to straightening out and Bucky’s jaw drops at the sight of your butt jiggling and shaking

The skirt you’re wearing flashes a bit of your white cheeky underwear and Bucky quickly grabs at the hem to pull it back down into place

He snaps out of it and places both of his large hands on either sides of your hips and spins you around, pulling you close to his body

Your smile is huge, as is his, as the song changes in the background

You and Bucky can’t help but giggle at how absolutely fun that was

The fact that you’re wasted probably also plays a part in your giddiness

Your eyes fall over Bucky’s shoulder and an exaggerated gasp escapes you as you wrap an arm around his shoulders, the front of your body now pressed close against his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling your body even closer

“They ordered another round of shots! Bucky, quick, let’s go!”

Your hands finds its way back into his as you pull him off the dancefloor and towards the saved table

And after that song, Bucky’s determined to follow you everywhere from now on

#if u think bucky is the kinda guy that just stands there while a bad ass bitch is shaking their ass on them #bye #i know hes white but he will DANCE AND GRIND RIGHT ALONG WITH THEM #also if reading about jlo playing at a party is weird or abnormal im sorry for the parties you go to #im from miami and our party playlists are phenominal #gonna write a follow up hc about this scenario but its a hispanic girl twerking on him to a bad bunny song #buckys not gonna know what hit him with el conejo malo comes on #anyway #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes headcannon #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction

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