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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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Hi! I hope your day has been well :]. If you don't mind, could you do some headcannons on Task 141 + konig or just 141 reacting to their s/o having boobs that just never fit in a button up?

Like the button up will just pop open after a long time of trying to close it. So their s/o just wears it halfway open and is completely oblivious to the "seductive/hot" look it gives her.

Thank you ^^

You're Killing Me // 141 Drabbles

Warning(s): suggestive language/content, brief mention of harassment, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n Word Count: 1.4k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ 141 MASTERLIST // have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

SYNOPSIS; you had spent nearly twenty minutes unbuttoning and re-buttoning the top. You twirled around, bent down, spread your arms—sometimes just breathed and they popped right out. It was a hopeless battle, and you had lost all your patience fighting the size of your chest. In return, you kept the shirt buttoned down about halfway. There was more cleavage showing than you were used to, but it was only you and him there, so why not leave the neckline free? They needed to breathe, anyhow.

Price

John was somewhere in the house, but nowhere in sight. Most days the clearing of his throat or an earth-shattering sneeze are the only things that let you know he’s even home.

Today was no different. He was probably somewhere in his office if you had a guess. You walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen, deciding to cook some brunch for the two of you. You brewed some coffee for him, easy enough because he liked it black. Then, began cooking some eggs and toast to go with the caffeine.

When finished, you carefully picked up the plate you arranged, then the mug. Before you could turn, you heard the familiar clearing of a throat.

❝What are you doing, sweetheart?❞ He asked, but his words began to quiet when he saw your shirt only buttoned halfway. His eyes bulged slightly, very slightly, but he was eerily good at maintaining a poker face. John sipped on the mug you handed him, but his eyes didn’t flutter shut like they normally did as he drank.

❝I made brunch for you,❞ you reply, an ever-innocent smile on your face. It was clear you really didn’t have any idea how seductive you looked. It wasn’t just some cleavage, the collar was open so much he didn’t need to use much of his imagination.

❝I see that.❞ John rasped, that cheeky smile appearing on his face. The one that usually followed a snarky remark—but he couldn’t spoil this now. Not with a day of work ahead of him, though he had an almost remarkable amount of self-restraint.

To sneak another look, he approached from the side, kissing your head. One where he allowed himself to ogle down your shirt. ❝You look gorgeous today.❞ He mumbled against your hair, then retreated from the kitchen.

Sure, it had a double meaning for later. But right now? He would have something to look forward to as he got through his stacks of paperwork.

Simon

❝I’m headed out.❞ You said from the entrance hall, scooping up your bag and keys. You were going out with a friend, perhaps to get dinner or do some shopping. After that heated dressing session this morning, how you’ve left your shirt, you’re definitely buying a larger one.

Simon’s back was visible as he sat on the sofa, barely turning his head when you announced your departure. You swore you could hear him mutter an “mhm” but other than that, he only nodded his head.

Then, you remembered. You walked towards the living room, close enough for your outfit to be in sight. You thought nothing of the way you looked. In fact, you just thought it was a slightly revealing outfit, nothing else. ❝Don’t forget, your uniform is in the laundry room.❞

Though it was impossible to see on your end, Simon’s eyes were scanning the way you’d dressed yourself. He shifted in his seat a bit, nodding at your reminder—though it had flown right past him upon seeing your protruding chest.

You walked away, no other words exchanged. To you, it was just an average conversation with him; dry and reserved, despite how strong your relationship had gotten. You just learned to accept it, because a man like Simon wouldn’t stick around if he didn’t want to.

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Lunch with friends had just finished, as well as about an hour of shopping. Unbeknownst to you, Simon had tailed you the whole time, sneakily and with laser focus. Yes, he had your location on his phone. Yes, he trusted you not to get yourself into trouble. But his paranoia got the better of him, especially seeing you dressed so revealingly.

He lacked trust with strangers, not you—his fear of you finding someone better took years to get over.

You walked out to the parking lot of the mall, a few shopping bags in hand. Then, you spotted him leaning against your car, balaclava rolled up and a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. ❝You stalking me now, babe?❞ You approached him, never sure what to expect from him.

When he saw you, his position blocking your car door didn’t change, his eyes did. He stared down at your chest again, then met your eyes. ❝Did you enjoy yourself? How about the mocha latte?❞

His words made your eyes widen slightly. The bastard was even behind you in line at Starbucks, and you hadn’t noticed? His stealth was both impressive and bone-chilling. Your silence made his brows furrow under his mask, urging him to step a bit closer. ❝Relax. I’m not bein’ a prick. Was just worried about you being out.❞

Simon would never say why, or the awful scenarios he’d convinced himself of. He would’ve done it with or without you wearing the revealing outfit. All your clueless self needed to know was that you were protected.

Soap

God, what was taking you so long?

❝Film starts at 4:30, lass. It’s 4:15.❞ He said through the door, tapping his foot against the floor. Soap looked down at his watch, waiting outside the bathroom for you to finish getting dressed. You were taking longer than usual, though he hadn’t imagined it was because your boobs kept popping out of your shirt.

Upon hearing your gasps and groans of frustration, then the sound of clothing fabric shuffling, he furrowed a brow in concern. ❝Everything alright?❞

You swung open the door, slightly out of breath from your struggle with the button-up. ❝Yeah, let’s get going.❞ Let’s just say the beam on your face, it was the second thing he noticed. Your cleavage was on full display, only half the buttons fastened. Soap’s eyes glossed over a bit, expecting some sort of tease from your lips, but you were oblivious.

He had to take a few steps back, his expression dropping into a sneer. ❝You have the slightest clue what you’re doin’, bonnie? Those are gonna catch some stares…❞ As possessive as his words sounded, they weren’t preventing you from going out like that. What creeper in their right mind would try anything with him at your side? Next to none.

❝I couldn’t get the shirt buttoned,❞ your lips tightened into a pout, expecting him to ask you to change, or something to that effect—though he wasn’t the type.

However, he just smirked, lips pursing cockily. ❝Might even try to touch you. That’s before they lose their hands, though.❞ Soap winked, draping an arm around your shoulders as he led you to the front door.

As he snaked his arm around your shoulder, he snuck in a grope, one that was followed by a flushed expression on both your faces. He chuckled at the coy look on your face as if you weren’t dating the biggest flirt. ❝What? These are mine, lass. I’m allowed to touch.❞

Gaz

The heat was sweltering and unforgiving—especially in the prime of the afternoon.

You opened up all the curtains, allowing yourself to sunbathe as you moved about the house, but without leaving the comfort of the AC. The natural light gave your shared living room a warm, homey feel. The front door shut—he had gotten back from his daily run.

❝Felt like a bloody melting ice pop out there,❞ Kyle grunted as he went straight to the kitchen, pressing a chilled bottled water to his sweating head. When his eyes opened, he saw the shirt you had on for the first time that day.

Kyle not-so-subtly checked you out as you fanned yourself with a magazine. The shirt, already tight enough, was even tighter as the heat made you pant. And the dribble of sweat running down your exposed cleavage? What a sight to him. ❝Is there something on my face?❞ You questioned with a senseless giggle.

He had traveled across the kitchen at the speed of light, a hungry kiss on your lips. He pulled away for air, ❝you’ll be the death of me before the Sun is, love.❞ One hand pushed a sweaty strand of hair away, while the other tugged at the opening of the shirt playfully.

You knitted your brows while biting down on your now saliva-soaked lips, ❝aren’t you tired from your run?❞ Besides, he typically wasn’t that forward. You wondered if the heat really got to him, having no clue how aroused your chest made him.

❝Not anymore.❞

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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i badly need an awkward and shy boy ethan fic.

just him bottling up his feelings, too nervous around y/n who's oh so aware of his crush on her and teases him for months, trying to break him. slight touches, skin brushing, getting something out of his hair, or small remarks to make him blush. until he finally he finally confesses his crush on y/n to none other than her bestfriend tara at a party, half-drunk. except y/n isn't too far and heard everything, he becomes a stuttering mess, all red. y/n gives him, interrupting him with a kiss she's been waiting for for so long.

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‘’Ew, why must it taste so gross,’’ Ethan complained with a grimace after downing another shot.

Chad shrugged, not phased by the taste. ‘’Let’s find you a girl.’’ He scanned the crowded room of partying college students, looking for one he guessed was Ethan’s type. ‘’What about her?’’

Ethan glanced at the brunette Chad was talking about. She had a perfect pink pout and glasses that looked really cute on her, but the necklace against her collarbones said she was part of a sorority and those girls were out of Ethan’s league.

‘’She’s gorgeous,’’ he said honestly. ‘’But—’’

‘’Ask her out. Ask her out,’’ Chad insisted, bouncing on his feet and determined to get his roommate a girl before the end of the night.

Ethan shook his head. He knew she would reject him — girls always did.

‘’Shut up!’’

‘’I’m gonna get us more shots.’’ Chad took the two empty glasses and went to the kitchen to re-fill them with vodka.

The night went on. More shots were taken and at some point, Chad ditched his roommate to makeout with a girl with pink hair. He didn’t like her, but her appearance reminded him of his ex and that was the kind of comfort he wanted tonight.

Ethan wandered around the frat house, looking for a familiar face among all these strangers.

‘’Tara, hey,’’ he said, a giggle threatening to bubble from his more-than-tipsy-but-not-yet-drunk mouth.

‘’Hey, Ethan.’’

‘’Is your friend here?’’

‘’You’re gonna have to be more specific,’’ the petite brunette replied, then took a sip of her drink.

Your name fell from his mouth and Tara held a smile.

Ethan’s crush on you was so obvious that even a blind person would notice. Aside from the flushed cheeks whenever your skin would brush him or the baffling for words when you made a remark about how you suspected Ethan was hiding a nice body underneath those polos. His demeanor changed around you. He turned from very talkative and energetic to very nervous.

‘’I saw her talking with Mindy and Anika a few minutes ago, but I don’t know where she is now...’’

Disappointment washed over Ethan’s face. ‘’I’m never gonna be able to talk to her,’’ he sighed, the alcohol in his blood intensifying his emotions.

Tara grabbed his arm and gave him a sweet smile. ‘’She’s around somewhere. I’m sure you’ll run into her.’’

‘’But every time I try to talk to her I get tongue tied. I’m not like Chad.’’

‘’Chad?’’

Ethan continued. ‘’I’m not confident and hot like him. I can’t just go up to her and tell her she’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen and that I want to kiss her so bad I dream of it at night. God, I sound like a creep…but I swear I’m not! I just really really like her—’’ A hand tapped his shoulder and Ethan turned around, his eyes growing like saucers when he saw you. ‘’H-hi.’’

Instead of greeting him back, you grabbed the back of his neck and connected your lips into a kiss, making Tara gasp at your boldness.

Ethan was stunned for a few seconds, his brain short-circuiting from the touch of your cherry flavored lips, but he snapped out of his surprise and kissed you back…only for you to break the kiss.

‘’Next time you want to ask me something, do it. You might be surprised by the answer.’’

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CANDID LOVE ˙✧˖📷

06. brain food ☆

writing in-between cuts!

a quiet knock on the door catches your attention, which was previously focused on scrolling through random shows on Netflix. a weird feeling, you get. an emotion that seems to be the love-child of excitement and nervousness. there's no time to run away from these feelings, though, so you get up and open the door for the poor boy who's been hauling 3 bags of food.

"my god" he sighs, setting the bags down on the coffee table. "i think my stomach has eyes. there's no way we're finishing all this in one night." you laugh, noticing how he's holding his arm out of pain. "i've definitely done the same, more times than i'd like to admit-- here, sit down for a bit." gesturing to the couch, you sit down and pat a spot relatively close to you. he takes this offer with open arms, considering he'd walked pretty far. "sorry i took a while, hopefully i didn't keep you waiting too long?" his hands fidget together as he takes in your room. it's the size of a triple, but you have it to yourself. it's quite surprising how nice the school treats transfer students, considering how main students are usually shoved into a tiny room with 2-3 other people. you place your hand upon his; a ballsy move, but you know how it feels to be anxious about things. you don't want him to be anxious with you. "it's fine, really. i don't mind waiting for you." you smile, moving your hand back to it's previous position. embarrassment clearly runs through his body, but to you he just looked starstruck. after a moment of pushing these feelings back, he returns your smile. "i'm glad, then. um, can we eat? i fear my stomach is going to wrinkle up if we don't." "yes yuuta, we can eat."

"okay, okay. this seems good for now, i think?" he sits back from the laptop you two have been sharing, taking a second to re-read the outline. your eyes scan the page as well; it's a very.. rough outline. you start laughing at the last few lines, where he'd begun to give up on being professional. after all, only you two will see this draft. "why are you laughing?" he pouts, thinking you're making fun of the ideas laid out. "oh relax," you lean back with him, realizing he's gotten much closer than before. "i can just tell that you were rushing writing the final scene." his head whips to you and a hand clutches his chest, feigning shock; a sarcastic gasp falls from his lips. "how could you! we worked very hard on this!" your hand pushes his away from his chest, the both of them landing on his lap. "oh, shut up. i'm just teasing." he huffs anyways, a facade you've become accustomed to. after all, one of your best friends is nobara kugisaki.

reaching to a stuffed dog to your side, you hand it to him. "here, will an emotional support dog help?" he sighs, wrapping it in his arms. "i suppose." laughing again, you sit up and grab the laptop once more. "you're so dumb." he grips the toy more, you don't realize it, but he likes the way it smells of lavender just like you do. "what are you doing now, don't you think its enough for tonight?" you stop to think, after sending the draft to your phone. "well, we'll need to send casting calls to the neighboring schools sometime soon.. but i guess we can be done for now." he closes the laptop for you and places it on the table once again, looking back. "good, we can do that another time-" his sentence is cut off due to his phone practically blowing up in the room over. "sorry," he starts, getting up and handing the stuffed dog back to you. "let me go check on that."

"hey, sorry again. my friends were blowing up my phone for some reason." he comes back into the room where you two were sitting before, unsure if he should sit back down. he can't read your face, and you can't read his either, despite you both feeling the same way. "it's okay. you can sit back down if you want to stay a bit longer..?" you look down for a split second, anticipating the rejection he was about to give you. "i was looking for shows before you got here, but i couldn't find a good one." you try to convey what you say as a question, but it almost comes out as a plea. he doesn't say anything immediately, and you almost get upset? looking back up, you realize he's already getting ready to sit back down with you. "i'd love to stay. i also have an amazing suggestion for a show." your eyes light up, and it feels like the room filled with more air the way you both sighed with relief. "oh really?" you tease him, as he takes back the toy he'd left with you. "lay it on me then."

fun facts -> TWO PEOPLE PINING FOR EACHOTHER BUT NEITHER KNOW IT!!!! a classic trope. chefs kiss. yuuta offered to go get snacks not only because he was starving, but he also needed time to calm himself down before going to y/n's dorm. he was scared. scared that he'd say something stupid, give her the ick, embarrass himself. you know, the works. once he got there though, it felt like he never wanted to go home again.

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winterarmyy · 9 months

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Until Then

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: A mission back in time brought Y/N to an unexpected encounter with the man she fell in love with.

Words: 2.3k++

Pairing: 40s!bucky / avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: melancholy-ish plot line with fluffy ending

Inspiration: "You still would've turn my head, even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944 and you were heading off to fight in the war" – Timeless (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift

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It was supposed to be a quick in and out mission. Y/N and Tony were sent back in time to 1944; one day before Captain America and the Howling Commandos deployed to their next mission at the Austrian Alps, in Europe.

The duo were supposed to retrieve some lost files regarding Hydra's hidden bunks and labs back in the days. After the fight with Thanos, there were rumours of the re-creation of Project Winter Soldier lead by an organization that once associated with Hydra. So, they need all the information they could get their hands on; including the ones that are lost decades ago.

Unfortunately for them SHIELD used to be shitty at storing physical files back in the days. To be fair they still do, especially now that technology had advanced. Every single information were at the tip of their fingers; from typical criminal records to the name of every single doctor and nurses who were present when the person was born.

They literally have everything. And nothing at the same time.

And honestly, the mission was quick as they predicted. Tony managed to scanned the needed files and some others that he thought would be important. He's extra like that too, which was a plus.

However quick the mission supposed to be, they barely make it though, especially when the guards were suspicious of Tony's apparently "hippie" beard. It was such a shame. So much for dressing up in 40's style. They kind of nailed the outfit and aesthetics, according to Steve anyway.

However, thankfully by the time they got out of the facility they managed fit right in with crowd. The wave of people lead the duo along its current, more and more people joined in to the point that they weren't able to find any quiet place to activate their time device.

"I thought we're still in WWII? Why is there fucking a parade in the middle of the day?" Tony being unapologetically sarcastic as always.

Y/N looked around as she observed, there was couple of people animatedly, albeit, excitedly exclaimed to the streak of success of Captain America and the Howling Commandos in the war.

A little to the right of them, were a group of children who were semi-cosplaying as Captain America and his dream team, passionately play-fighting with the enemies as if they were in a theater performance.

"I guess they're celebrating small wins. Steve and his team did have several successful raids since the battle at Azzano." It was in fact true; what Y/N speculated was exactly the very reason of the current occasion.

Tony simply shrugged as he stretched his neck higher to hopefully find the end the crowd, "Sure, just keep your eyes open for a place to time jump. I don't want to be stuck in the middle of another war." Y/N nodded as she looked around the sides, wondering if there's an empty alleyway that they could use.

The more sketchy looking it was, the better.

The crowd was chaotic with different mix of conversations and cheers; voices intertwining with one another, each sentences criss and crosses into indecipherable storyline. But even then, Y/N could recognized that breathy, slightly giggly laughter anywhere.

Especially when he brushed right by her.

Y/N was well aware of how madly in love she was with Bucky even with the coy cat-and-mouse game they were playing for months. She knew exactly the hold he had on her soul that at some point, she was conviced that he still would've turn her head in any lifetime.

But that idea was only supposed to be one of the secrets in her mind; the thoughts of a hopeless romantic that she was. Certainly, she didn't dreamt of the vision for it come true. But there she was, frozen on her spot when the time stood still on the crowded street in 1944; fortuitously crossing path with man she fell in love with.

There weren't any suitable explanation for this other than it was fate. In that short milliseconds, Y/N saw the resemblance of the sight to a memory of hers in the crowded room a few short years ago; his left arm slung around Steve's neck, letting his weight leaned on his super soldier friend as he let out a hearty laughter.

There were only slight difference from what she saw before and what she currently seeing; Bucky wore an all black suit at that party, now he's wearing his military uniform in a parade. Bucky was dead drunk on Asguardian mead that night, now he's as sober as a soldier deprived of liquor. Bucky's left hand was adorned with high-tech vibranium metal, now that very hand was still made of flesh and blood, still alive.

During that brief moment of revelation, she truly believed that they were supposed to find this.

Whatever this is supposed to be; Fate? Love? Both? She was not sure either.

She was so stuck on holding her gaze on his back as the young soldier walked a few steps away from her that she didn't notice how the people in the surge glared at her unmoving state or how she had been astray from Tony.

Well, at least it only lasted until someone bumped into her and she staggered backwards, inevitably fell on the ground.

Y/N groaned but quickly patted her pockets to find her time device was still there. I mean, she can never be sure if it was just an accident that she fell or someone intended to distract her while pick-pocketing her belongings.

Though other people would probably already stood on their feet but Y/N was still on the dusty road, as she was busy recollecting her mental state rather than her physical.

That was when a calloused hand reached out to her, offering a kind help.

She didn't think twice to take his hand, let alone looking up at his face when she gripped it tight enough to make a solid foundation to push herself against the gravity, "Oh dear me! Thank you so much, sir. I really..." She lost her momentum when she met the pale blue of his eyes, "...appreciate it." She ended the sentence breathlessly.

It's Bucky. Her brain tried to let her process the thought. It was not her Bucky but still... it's Bucky. Her eyes then fell to where their skin touched. Warm and gentle. His left hand felt the exact same as his right. It made her to cave in the urge to hold it a little longer, to savour the memory of what it could've been; not that she weren't fond of his vibranium arm but curiosity can be such a fickle thing.

Bucky smiled, "Glad to help, my lady." And oh dear does he smiled effortlessly, freely; as if he knew he deserved to feel joy in his life.

Even if she didn't want to, she had to let go of his hand after a few seconds too long of holding it when she was already up and ready to go. She returned his smile though her heart was barely tough enough to stop the spreading of its cracks, "Really, I can't thank you enough."

In reality, it was probably unnecessary to thank him that much for helping her to get back on her feet, but Y/N wasn't really thanking him just for that.

Unbeknownst to him, she was thanking him for not holding back a smile, for not overthinking about the things he might have done to draw a conclusion that he was undeserving have the luxury to smile, for unapologetically just living the life he supposed to have.

She thanked him for it.

Bucky chuckled amusingly as he slightly titled his head to the side. A charming pull on the corner of his lips revealed a smile that could swoon anyone on sight, especially her.

"Well, we're having a little party tonight before deploying to Europe tomorrow. So, maybe you can thank me by letting me bring you to the dance? How about that, doll?" She almost forgot that Steve was there next to him, until Bucky references the word "we".

And especially when his words might just pulled Y/N's heartstrings in ways that she could never thought someone could do. It was awfully slow, almost too delicate of a pull, but each inches of it pained her deeply.

If it was up to her, she would've said yes a million times over but she knew she can't. And the voice in her earpiece reminded her of it, "Y/N, we gotta go." Tony urged as he watched her from the corner of the street.

Y/N tried her best not let her facial expression flatter, "Unfortunately, I can't. I'm going back to my hometown today." It wasn't exactly a lie when she made that excuse.

"Ohh, I see. You're not from here, huh?" Bucky was very honest as his reaction clearly showed his disappointment. Though not at her, just at the situation.

Her brows briefly crunch into an apologizing plead before she boldly grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, slightly pulled him down to her level, while the other hand cupped one side of his face.

She tiptoed herself upwards as she pressed a firm yet sweet kiss on the smooth skin of his cheek and whispered against it, "But, I hope this would do."

Lost for words, heck, Bucky was lost for thoughts. What was left was his own heart thumping hard and loud that he bet Steve can hear it from where he was standing. His cheeks became warmer by the second and the redness spreads even to the tip of his ears.

Of course he had his cheek kissed before, but not like this. None of them felt like this. They were always too fast, too hasty.

Hers was different. It lingered a little longer, gently leaving her imprint on him. He can feel her grip on his collar, the stroke of her thumb on his cheek and of course the soft pressure of her lips on the other side of his face. He could everything so particularly.

Bucky was rendered speechless even after she pulled her lips away; it was too soon for his comfort. Eyes wide open, his lips slightly parted as he let himself lost in the pleasant surprise.

He thought she would parted herself and ran away feeling embarrassed, but she did the very opposite. Y/N lead his forehead to lean on hers, tip of their nose grazed, and her lips hovered above his.

So close, yet refused to merge with one another.

Y/N whispered quietly, as if she was talking to herself, "You'll be fine, James. You'll find home in the future. I promise."

Her voice trembled as Bucky just noticed how wet her eyes were becoming. With that amount of tears in them, he wondered if her sight were all blurry now.

Y/N took in a shaky breath before continuing, "You just need to survive the winter and trust me at the end of that season, you'll reach the sun again." Her thumbs softly traces his cheeks as she spoke.

Bucky didn't quite understand what she was saying but if he loosely translate it, it would mean that 'she believed that he'll be back soon after the war'. But then again, he felt like there were some major things that was missing from the context that he came up with.

Y/N's earpiece send another transmission of Tony's voice, "Okay, seriously. Come on, Juliette. Your other Romeo is waiting for you." She couldn't help but to smile as she closed her eyes, letting the excess tears fall down to her cheeks.

She didn't want to say goodbye, as she knew that this was not where their story ends, at least not his; that's for sure. So, she simply smiled up at him with a reassuring look in her eyes before stepping back. She then, briefly turned her attention to the dumbfounded Steve, gracing him with a similar smile before walking away.

It was just a few steps away when her hand was caught in between someone's, "Hey!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Bucky; wide eye, blinking in disbelief and blushing red, all at the same time, "WiIl... Will I see you again?" He asked, though hesitant; wondering if he was being rude.

Compared to what she had done to him, he was just being too polite.

Y/N chuckled dearly, "Of course." Then she replied confidently, "I owe you a dance after all." Her lips parted into a cheeky grin.

Bucky let out a sharp relieved sigh as his lips mimic hers, "I'll look forward to it, doll." He slightly bowed as his hand pulled hers closer to his lips, "Until then." He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand as his gaze remained on hers.

Apparently, it was Y/N's turn to blush to his antics. She stepped back shyly as her cheeks brightens before scurring away. Maybe, Bucky was right with his prediction prior. She did ran away feeling embarrassed after all.

She jogged towards the next corner of the street, meeting up with Tony. The older might have eyeing her in a teasing manner, but his smirk was the biggest giveaway. Y/N simply rolled her eyes, even if her lips maintained its shape from the aftermath of her encounter with Bucky.

As they entered deeper into the alleyway, Tony spoke, "I gotta admit, young terminator was a hottie. Not hotter than me, of course." he claimed.

Y/N frowned, letting out a scoff, "What do you mean "was"? He still is." Call it bias, but at least she was telling the truth.

Tony shrugged, "Meh. Would argue to differ. But, whatever that floats your boat, I guess?" Tony sassed as they clicked on the time device at the same time, revealing a swirlling portal, in front of them.

Y/N quirked her brow, her hands on her hips, "You're just jealous that he aged like a fine fucking wine and you don't." She purposely challenged his ego.

Tony dramatically rolled his eyes, "Please. He wishes." He walked into portal with an attitude, making Y/N laughed at his childish acts.

She looked back at the alleyway one last time and reminisce the last moments of a past that she never belong in. As she walked into the portal, she thought that maybe, it's time to pay her debt to Bucky.

End.

Read my other works here: Masterlist

A/N: The start of bucky drabbles because why not. This is considered a drabble for me because i feel like there's lack of story building. But, you tell me. And did you enjoy it?

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #40s!bucky #avenger!bucky #bucky drabbles

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sttoru · 9 months

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DON’T STOP.

༄ sypnosis. you ramble about one of your recent adventures while sitting on your boyfriend’s lap as he’s working.

༄ note. small and quick fic i wrote inspired by an arabic poem: “don’t shorten your speech, i love your details.” by zaid al hourani. didn’t re-read it. repost.

༄ tags. al-haitham x female reader. just fluff, bits of angst and comfort.

“so then, i walked up towards the cave and you won’t even guess what i saw..”

you were rambling about your recent adventure out in the deserts of sumeru while sitting on your boyfriend’s lap. al-haitham was at his desk in his study, busy scanning through the stack of papers and scrolls in front of him.

you’d told him earlier that you could just leave him alone if he needed some space to finish his work, however al-haitham insisted that you’d stay with him.

as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud, he loved having you near him in any type of way. it’s somehow comforting and it takes his mind off of all the stress he’s having about his work as the akademiya’s scribe.

you continue to happily tell your tale while your eyes were focused on al-haitham’s face. however most of the time his eyes wouldn’t look back at yours at all— not even sparing you a quick glance.

al-haitham’s distant gaze was solely focused on the words that were written down on the papers before him.

he was silent and only nodded or hummed ever so slightly while you talked to him. gradually, your boyfriend stopped those small reactions all together.

it left you with a weird, tinge of disappointment in your chest. of course, you hadn’t expected al-haitham to full out react to your story since he was busy. plus, he usually doesn’t give too big of a reaction anyway.

you still felt like a nuisance for sitting on his lap as he worked, even though al-haitham verbally asked you to stay with him earlier.

you hadn’t noticed that your voice was trailing off the more you got lost in thought, yet al-haitham was quick to realise.

it didn’t look like it to you, but your boyfriend had been listening all along. he was skilled at multi-tasking and especially at the moment, where it came to dividing his attention between you and his work.

“keep going, love.” the scribe finally replies with the slightest of a smile as he keeps reading the contents of the document, “i promise, i’m listening.”

one of his hands move to hold onto yours. his thumb rubs over the skin of your palm, fingers slowly massaging the flesh. it was his indirect way of comforting you.

you smile softly at al-haitham’s words and actions before continuing your story. despite it all, you decided to keep the unnecessary details out of the way and focus on finishing your words as soon as possible so al-haitham could complete his duties afterwards.

“my love.”

your boyfriend’s voice interrupts you mid-sentence and you stop talking to look at him with a puzzled expression, “yeah?”

al-haitham sighs softly, putting his pen down and pushing the papers to the side for the time being. your heart felt like it stopped and your stomach dropped; did he want you to stop? does he finally find your rambling too distracting?

“you’re cutting the details.” the scribe says as he gently puts a strand of hair behind your ear.

“huh?” your eyes widen at his words. you didn’t even know how he caught up on such a minor thing.

al-haitham brings your hand up to his lips and places a few delicate kisses on each of your knuckles. his warm breath on your skin and the affectionate glimmer in his eyes as he finally looked back at you were almost too much to bear.

“please, do not shorten your speech, my dearest.” he whispers, moving his lips up to kiss each of your fingertips. “speak your mind. i promise that i will be here to listen to every word you utter.”

it was in that moment that you realised that al-haitham had been paying full attention to your words this entire time. it couldn’t be otherwise since he easily figured out that you were leaving out details.

al-haitham slowly adjusted you on his lap by holding onto your hips and bringing your body closer to his— your back pressed against his chest.

“can you do that for me?” he eventually adds, looking at your eyes and then at your other facial features which he fancies equally.

to say that you were flustered by the sudden attention from your boyfriend was quite an understatement, though either way, you nodded.

“y- yeah, sure. i will.” you manage to get those words out before clearing your throat.

al-haitham smiles softly at this and places a soft kiss on your cheek. “there’s my girl. thank you.”

your boyfriend then continues to pick up his pen again while his other hand stays on your waist. his fingers absentmindedly play with the fabric of the clothes you’re wearing.

you pick up your story from where you had left it at; this time recalling it without any details missing— just how your boyfriend likes it.

#sttoru writes.#genshin x reader #genshin fluff #al haitham x reader #genshin x you #al haitham x you

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lovestay-channie · 6 months

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Recharging Kisses - Lee Minho

Pairing: Lee Minho x gn!reader

Genre: fluffy

Summary: minho needs some extra loving as he has been preparing his comeback

Word Count: 804

Warning: n/a

Comeback season can be pretty tough for Minho. The constant late night dancing sessions, recording and re-recording schedules, days long music video shooting, and schedules upon schedules upon schedules. There was a routine for these hectic days. Wake up at 7AM, have a busy day, and come back around midnight or 1AM. He wishes this season of time was less busy, but in order for everything to be perfect, it had to go this way.

He can’t help but feel bad for his poor fiance at home who barely sees him. All he hears them say is, “Have a good day at work… Let’s get you to bed… I love you, goodnight bubs.” He felt like such a bad partner who can’t be home for his lover.

Thankfully, today was finally a day where the only thing they had to do was interviews. However, by the end of the day, Minho is drained. The constant same questions, being in the same room all day, only moving to change seating positions, go to the bathroom, or have a quick bite to eat. With it just being interviews, he is actually able to come home for dinner for once.

Minho enters his shared apartment to smell an amazing home cooked meal. He instantly scans his eyes over to the kitchen to see you jamming out to your music while cooking. A slight smirk creeps on his face. He loves to see you happy. He quietly sets down his backpack and takes off his shoes. With soft steps, he creeps up behind you. He looks over your shoulder to see what you were cooking: spicy chicken with rice and kimchi. A simple yet comforting meal. He then carefully wraps his arms around your waist. This causes you to slightly jump since you didn’t know he was home yet. “You scared me a little,” you chuckle.

“Sorry,” Minho mutters into your neck. Your heart flutters at the affection you have been missing.

“Aw, it’s okay,” you smile. You set down the fork and knife that was in your hand to turn around to face your partner. You snake your arms around his shoulders to give him a nice, warm hug. “Welcome home, my love.”

You play with the ends of his hair. You know how hard he has been working lately. You feel so proud of him, yet you also feel so bad for everything he has to do to prepare for a new comeback. He loves his job, and you know that. But sometimes you can’t help but think every now and then that it’s too much for someone to handle.

Before wanting to turn back to finish plating his meal, you place a sweet, soft kiss on his cheek. You go to turn around, but the arms around you tighten. You smile at Minho’s clinginess. Your lips meet his cheek again before attempting to continue what you were doing. “One percent,” Mihno sighs.

Giggles escape your throat at Mihno’s words. “What?”

“I’m at one percent,” he says, taping his cheek. You roll your eyes and peck his cheek a few more times. “Hmm, three percent.”

“Minho!” you giggle into his neck.

“What? I had a long day, and I need recharging. Only your kisses can recharge me!” he exclaims.

You smirk at his explanation. You love this side of him. He rarely admits that he needs some love to feel better. He normally likes to play a guessing game where you have to figure out what he wants because he won’t say it. Since he is so tired, he is vulnerable to saying what he wants.

“Whatever you say, bubs,” you say before peppering his cheek with more kisses. Your lips move all around his face: his cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw, neck, everywhere but his lips.

You look at Minho to see a smile plastered on his face, “Hmm, 75%. I am almost at full battery.”

“I think I have an idea to get you to 100%,” you say.

“And how are you going to do that?”

“Close your eyes and find out.”

He follows your instructions to close his eyes. Once his lids are shut, you delicately place your lips onto his. Your hands cup his cheeks to bring him a little closer as if he wasn’t already close enough. Light kisses like this show the love you have for each other. They are pure. It makes both of your hearts flutter with love. These kisses had all kinds of different meanings. Some kisses were saying ‘I love you’. Some were saying ‘I’m sorry, but I’m here now.’ Some were saying ‘Thank you.’ Words he has a hard time expressing sometimes, but you can feel them in his kisses.

After several kisses, he pulls away to kiss your cheek. A final ‘Thank you’.

“100% completed.”

#stray kids #lovestaychannie #skz imagines #lee know #lee know imagine #lee minho #lee minho imagines #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n

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mrwavellswaps · 1 year

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The Last Time of Many

My boyfriend Simon and I had hired a painter to come and to come re-paint the walls of our apartment. He was very punctual, arriving perfectly on time and getting straight to work with no hassle. My guess was that it was because he was part of a small and new family business so they needed to make good impressions.

I watched as he tapped up any edges that wouldn’t want painting over before pulling out his painting gear and cracking opened the tin of white paint. But I wasn’t focused on how good of a job he was doing. How could I be when my eyes were glued to those biceps! Watching how they stretched the sleeves of his shirt. The same shirt that was tight enough to show off his modest pecs and that, undoubtedly hairy, belly that were hiding underneath. Not to mention those blue shorts which left very little to the imagination.

It seemed my boyfriend was thinking the same thing as he blurted out. “Now that’s a great ass!” Fortunately for us, the painter was none the wiser as Simon could only be seen and heard by me. It was a long story but a few years back he’d gotten himself turned into a ghost after messing with some weird magic ritual shit. At first we weren’t exactly sure what to do or how we’d continue being together if we couldn’t touch or even talk in public without me looking insane. That is until Simon discovered a new ability that his ghostly form had granted.

I gave Simon a look but naturally I couldn’t say anything. Thankfully I didn’t need to. An almost sinister grin spread across Simon’s face upon seeing me glance between him and the burly man a few times. We’d done this enough times for him to know exactly what I was signalling. “Mmmm you don’t need to tell me twice babe.”

The painter, who’s name was John, was blissfully unaware as he simply did the job he was hired to do. Gliding the paint roller back and forth across the wall as Simon crept up behind him. He walked around the man for a minute or so like a predator scanning it’s prey. “Ohhh yeah. This’ll do nicely.” He stated as his gaze fixated momentarily on the bulge in the front of John’s shorts.

“Hey uhh…You know where that draft is coming fro-OOOOMMMMHHHAA…” John was swiftly cut off as Simon started pushing himself inside the gentle giant’s body from behind. That was always his favourite way to do it. I’d seen it happen so many times now. Simon says it’s because entering from behind makes it feel like you’re slipping into a costume but in the best way possible.

“WHAATT THE FUUUCCKKK!…” John managed to roar as Simon began his takeover. Slowly pressing his smaller invisible body inside John’s much larger frame. Gradually filling out John’s limbs with his own spirit and taking control of them one by one. Those thick legs were first on the list so Simon could stop John from falling in all the panic. Next were those strong arms as they suddenly stopped flailing around, instead stretching out to the sides for a moment as if Simon where putting them on like a jacket. After that was Simon’s favourite part. He thrust his ghostly hips and with one mighty slam he found his ghost cock filling out John’s fat fleshy one and causing an instant hard-on to tent the front of John’s shorts. Once that was done he felt himself settling comfortably into his new ass and torso before finally pushing his head inside, silencing Johns groans at last as Simon took the drivers seat…

“How does he feel Simon?” I asked as I watched the man before me stretch his neck a little before looking down at himself with a lustful smirk. Without even saying a word he yanked off John’s shirt and tossed it at me. I would’ve stopped to give it a sniff if I wasn’t so focused on the show in front of me. A show I’d seen many times before with many different men. Simon pinching, groping and smelling his newly acquired form. Feeling it out and getting used to all its unique sensations.

“Fucking amazing!” He finally replied. “So tall and thick. Nice and hairy. Great beard. Not to mention a fat cock by the feel of it.” He reached down and gripped the obscene bulge, shaking it a little to tease me. And by god did it work as I felt my already tight pants growing even tighter. “Annnnd just before I forget…” He swiped up Johns phone before marching over to the mirror and taking a hot picture of his new stolen body.

“Now sending that to you. Don’t forget to add it to the folder of dudes I’ve possessed.”

“Will do… but first how about you get over here and prove to me just how fat that cock is big guy.” I winked and I certainly didn’t need to tell him twice. Simon marched towards me with heavy footsteps as he adjusted to his new weight. However it didn’t take long for him to grab ahold of me and press me against the wall before mashing our lips together. The scent of John’s pine scented deodorant mixed with a faint manly musk perforating my nostrils. Feeling his bulge pressing against mine. Fuck… it was making knees weak. I loved it when he got so dominant like this. Though it wasn’t surprising considering how he towered over me in this body.

When the two of us finally parted, our eyes made contact once again. Even though they were Johns eyes I could still tell that it was my boyfriend behind them, staring back at me lovingly. “So. How long do you think we should keep this hunk?” He asked while taking a hold of my hands and guiding them across his new body. “A day? A week?…” He leaned in a little closer. “Forever?…” Needless to say I was surprised to hear that.

“Forever? Do really think that would be possible?” I asked, not quite sure what to make of such a hypothetical.

“Why not? I’ve never had any trouble keeping control of a body before. Plus I always wished I could’ve been a bigger dude like John here when I was alive.” Simon explained while sliding my hands up towards his furry chest where he encouraged me to knead his soft pecs a little. “Think about it. Wouldn’t it be nice for us to just live normally again rather than me jumping from man to man. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love possessing dudes but I also love just being alive with you and actually seen by everyone.”

I didn’t really know what to say. On one hand it seemed like a pretty big decision. To just hijack a whole new life permanently. But then again the thought of Simon living out the rest of his days with me as this big lovable bearish hunk was certainly appealing to say the least.

“Hey we don’t have to decide now. I know there’s a lot of complicated shit we’d have to deal with like this dudes wife and family. So for now let’s just have some fun and talk about it more later yeah?” He smiled before kissing me again, softer this time. Sure it seemed crazy but the more I thought about it, the more I think all that hassle would be worth dealing with if it meant waking up to that adorable bearded mug every morning.

“But maybe as a test run you could try calling me John instead of Simon as we fuck.” He chuckled before pulling me along towards the stairs. As I followed behind him I couldn’t help but stare at that amazing new bubbly ass he’d inherited. Practically jiggling with every step he took. God I hoped he was gonna let me mount that…

#male possession #male body theft #possession #identity theft #straight to gay #permanent #dad #magic #hairy #bearded

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empressgeekt · 3 months

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Trolls - Amnesia-Rock-Prince!Branch in an Arranged marriage AU Idea - Part 3 Aftermath

Okay so if anyone has not read the other posts on this AU, I highly suggest you do. Believe me this will be much more fun with context. The previous posts are by the same title, minus the "Part 3". I will also be tagging all of them with the title after posting this.

Char = Branch

Lets get into it...

When we last left of the Family Harmony was complete and the V-Twins were being carted off to jail. Char and Poppy kissed and wondered if they could finally get married now.

Then Floyd collapsed. The troll literally had the life drained out of him for two months, he is not walking away from that with just a new hair style. This sends the happy moment into one of panic. Floyd does not wake up when prompted, and not even when the other moved him on to Rhonda. It's clear he needs a doctor, but none on Mount Rageonus know troll physiology, so they need to leave as soon as possible.

But where will they go? Anywhere is still few days drive, and there is barely any supplies on Rhonda. No food. There was water but not enough for everyone. And most importantly no medicine beyond a very old, very basic first-aid kit John had for gotten about. Barb and Bruce stay behind to make sure Floyd doesn't die (and make sure Tiny takes a nap). Floyd has a seizure and Barb steps in taking control of the situation with Bruce freezes. Bruce asks her how she knew to tend to someone who's sick, and Barb explains that Char used to have them as a kid and she was usually the one who nursed Char through his head aches, and when he got sick from the volcanic fumes. This leads to bonding between the two of them, and Bruce starts to think of Barb as his little sister too.

When the others get back, John and Clay kind of freak out about the seizure when told. Trips home can wait they need a doctor. Rock territory is closeted and the doctor that treated Char originally is still around and on call. Still few days drive, but it's the best guess they got.

When Floyd finally wakes up he's a mess. Exhausted, nauseous, with a killer head ache. It's also in the middle of the night, and everyone is still asleep. Well, everyone except Poppy and Char. They were still up due to some shared insomia, and discussing their re-do wedding plans. Floyd's perception of things are still hazy, so he's calling Char by Branch and not noticing the latter's discomfort over the name. Still Char helps alleviates Floyd migraine so he can go back to sleep. Floyd asks how Char would know that it would work, Char says it works for me. Floyd would continue to ponder that, until he passes back out.

When they get back into Rock Kingdom territory, Floyd is taken into the hospital rather quickly, and is put on supportive devices, to combat server malnutrition, dehydration, and oxygen just incase. Brain scans, reveal scaring on his brain from several concussions that went untreated. The source of his seizures, and possibly other symptoms that have yet to show themselves. Once he's conscious he reports of, numbness, pain and tingling in his legs and is looking at possible nerve damage.

During this time, with the help of Barb, Bruce manages to get a letter out to his family explaining what was going on and it would be little longer until he was home. Char and Barb re-unite with their Dad and Riff. And the rest are just trying to make sense of everything.

Floyd has, at least one of his brothers with him at all times. When he's awake they talk and bond, and when he's asleep they comfort his nightmares. He notices that Char isn't there most of the time (he's out making princely announcements explaining the situation and dealing with some back-lash about "returning to his own kind" from some of the less accepting citizens), and is worried that his Brother is mad at him for not coming back. He practically breaks down upon hearing about Char amnesia, and asks to see him.

Char comes, but is very awkward when he first arrives. Floyd takes in all the difference, and mentions the green vest. Char says he can't remember being without it, Floyd says he gave it to him, before beginning to apologize for leaving him. Char shuts it down, telling Floyd his injury isn't his fault, maybe a few days ago he'd have been mad, but he doesn't regret how his life turned out. He hugs Floyd and wipes his tears. Floyd tells Char that comforting was his job, Char says no matter who's older siblings comfort each other. Floyd wants to know how Char's life turned out. Char, eagerly tells him about Barb and Thrash, how he grew up as a prince, and his betrothal to Poppy. Floyd is shocked his brother grew up as a prince, but is happy his brother grew up in a good home, and wanted to meet Poppy, Thrash and Barb as soon as possible.

Eventually, Floyd is released. He's on crutches, with braces on his legs and has physical therapy routine he needs to follow to walk again. They stay at Char and Barb cavern (their royalty they have the room, and Thrash is loving the company, he's convinced their all his kids and no one corrects him) during this time and for a few days after the release, but tension with the public is spiking and they can't stay for long. Barb stays behind to control the crowds and the others go to Pop village. Viva would re-unite with Peppy, and begin preparations to move the Put Put trolls to the village, with an escort of Rock guards off course.

The saga would end, with Poppy and Char finally getting married and Char coronated as king of pop...with an epilogue of years alter when they had twins trollings, named Rosie and Ash (named after Grandma and Thrash).

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And those are my currently plans. I'm going to outline this, but Not sure if I should fully write this thing out now or later. What ya'll think?

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grumpypixistix · 3 months

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Ahhhhh, your Miguel O'hara x Shy!reader is so amazing! We more Shy readers/Miguel O'hara in this world! Can we have Shy!reader and Miguel O'hara making out in the closet please? When you have the time?

AHHHH thank you!! That means a lot to me ❤️❤️❤️And I completely agree with you, we need more shy!reader x Miguel in our lives 🧎🏽‍♀️ But of course I can, lovely! :)

P.S. Thank you for being patient with me, I really do appreciate it. I’ve been through a rough patch lately but I have been slowly working on this, so I hope you enjoy <3

Seven minutes in heaven

Miguel O’Hara x Shy!reader (Both are in college)

Warnings- Groping, fingering while making out, mentions of alcohol

18+ MINORS DNI

This was not something you had planned to run into. All you wanted to do was go back to your dorm room and sleep for the rest of the night after bombing one of the tests you had studied so hard on.

But your roomate had other plans for tonight.

“Seriously, no. I don’t want to go anywhere tonight, I just wanna get some sleep”, You pleaded for the third time.

Your roommate looked at you and scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Absolutely not. You worked so hard on that stupid test, you should at least celebrate the effort! Besides, you know Mr. Daniels is a shitty professor. If anything, he should’ve given you an A”, Christine tried to reason with you.

You stared at her for a little while before letting out a deep sigh, “Yeah, I did work pretty hard on it…”

“See? Now will you come with me or are you going to stay here and loathe in your own despair?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down in thought, weighing out the options. On one hand, you should be re-studying for the test you failed. But on the other hand… it would help with the stress and boredom of having to sit at your desk all night.

You looked at your roommate with a defeated sigh, “Fine… I’ll come with you, just this once.”

Christine grinned widely and rushed over to the closet, grabbing an extra set of clothes.

“Awesome! I’m going to get changed…” She paused and looked at you, “Wear something nice. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself tonight.”

You chuckled softly and shook your head, finding an outfit to wear for the night, “If you say so.”

Christine held your hand as the two of you moved through the crowded party, looking for drinks. You told her that the last thing you wanted was to lose her at some random party, which she had a habit of doing already. But she agreed to not wander off too far, which was somewhat helpful. Once the two of you found something to drink, Christine leaned against the wall next to you and took a swig of her beer.

“See? I told you it would be fun, right?” Christine spoke to you, trying to fight off the loud blaring music.

You looked at her and shrugged, taking a big gulp from your bottle, “I guess. It’s really… loud and crowded.”

“Well, duh. That’s the whole point of a party! Come on, let’s make you some new friends!”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head vigorously, “Uh uh. No way.”

Christine frowned at you after taking another drink of her beer, “Why not??”

“I don’t… I don’t know anyone here.”

She just chuckled at you, “That’s why they’re new friends. C’mon, I’ll be there with you.”

You frowned at the idea of talking to a whole bunch of people you’ve never spoken a word to. Keeping to yourself was your personal choice, and it suited you… mostly. Scoring dates with anyone was extremely difficult, especially when you were scared of talking to new people.

After being forced to meet some drunk strangers, you eventually ended up standing in a corner by yourself. Holding your drink in your hand, you scanned the crowded room for your roommate. When you couldn’t find her anymore, you sighed and gave up for now, taking a swig of your drink.

Suddenly, you felt someone get shoved into you, making your drink nearly fly out of your hand.

“Jesus-!” You exclaimed, trying to figure out who ran into you.

“I’m so sorry- are you okay-?” The man asked you, clearly worried.

You could tell just from his tone alone that he was also one of the few sober people in the party.

“I- I’m fine-“ You mumbled, noticing what the man looked like.

He was tall with dark slicked hair, tan skin and fairly plump lips. His eyes were dark and enchanting, you felt that you couldn’t pull your gaze away from them. It wasn’t until he spoke again through the loud noise that your trance had ended.

“I’m really sorry about that, some drunk asshole just ran into me and caused me to hit you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “I’m- I’m okay, I promise.”

“Okay, good… Uh- I’m Miguel, by the way”, he spoke as he pointed at himself with a sheepish smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miguel” You hummed, quietly exchanging your name to him.

“It’s nice to meet you, too” Miguel spoke, offering you a gentle smile.

Normally, the small talk made you unbearably uncomfortable… but for some reason, Miguel’s smile and voice made you calm in the chaotic environment. You suddenly wished that you could be alone with him, wanting to leave the party.

But you couldn’t leave Christine behind, especially if she was drunk.

“So… do you come to parties often?” Miguel asked, your thoughts stopping abruptly.

You quietly shook your head with a sip of your drink, “No, not really..”

Miguel let out a chuckle and nodded, “I’m kind of the same way, honestly. I just… don’t have much energy to go out a lot. What about you?”

“Uh- …I don’t- I don’t really talk to many people” You muttered sheepishly, a little embarrassed in front of him.

Instead of what you were expecting, Miguel’s brows raised up in slight shock.

“Really? You’re very pretty and sweet… I’m just shocked, I figured you were more social…”

Miguel paused when he noticed your facial expression, quickly clarifying himself.

“Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s actually kind of cute.”

Your face went from slightly offended to flustered in a matter of seconds, cheeks burning up into a light pink color. He quickly caught onto it and smirked.

“Someone’s shy, huh?”

“Shush-“ You mumbled, trying to contain the smile that was trying to pull at your lips.

“See? You are shy! It’s cute” Miguel teased again, a large grin on his lips.

You looked away and shook your head, eyes widening when you felt his hand gently grab your chin to make you look at him. He looked into your eyes for a few moments and letting out a small chuckle, making you freeze in the moment.

“You are very pretty, though..”

Your face grew hotter with each passing moment, a quiet laugh leaving your lips, “You think so?”

“Of course I do” Miguel answers, looking away for a few moments to search for something before looking back at you, “I… I hope this isn’t weird, but do you think we could talk somewhere a little more quieter? It’s okay if you say no, I’d understand.”

You looked at him for a few moments, noticing he was being completely genuine with what he said. After considering the options and possible outcomes, you slowly nodded your head.

“That’s okay with me” You responded, lips slowly forming into a small smile.

Miguel offered his hand and helped guide you out of the crowded party, going towards the closet he was looking at earlier. After the two of you slipped into the tiny closet, the loud music and chatter had finally been muffled, making the both of you sigh in relief.

“Thank god it’s quieter in here” You hummed.

“I know, I could barely hear your voice.. I’m glad I can hear it clearly now” Miguel responded, a gentle expression on his face.

A quiet laugh left your lips as your walls finally crumbled down, feeling more comfortable with him. What was it about him that made you feel like this…?

“I’m glad I can hear you, too” You spoke softly, giving Miguel a sweet smile.

Miguel grinned brightly, his arm touching yours from the limited space in the closet. You looked up at him with a small chuckle and noticed how close the two of you were. Miguel seemed to notice this as well, his eyes flicking up to your eyes and down at your lips for a split moment before looking away.

“So… What now?” You hummed, looking over at Miguel.

Miguel chuckled as he shrugged and let out a long breath, “I have no idea… do you?”

“Not really… why’d you come to the party anyways? I’m just curious.”

“My friend invited me to come, but I haven’t even found him yet. I bet he’s probably upstairs… I’d rather not check, though” Miguel answers, grimacing at the last thought.

A groan and chuckle left your lips as you also imagined the idea, shaking your head. “Oh god..”

“I know… why’d you come? If you claim you don’t talk to many people, why come to a place full of them?”

If any other person asked that question, that probably would’ve been the end of the conversation. But since Miguel seemed genuinely interested, you just shook your head with a sigh.

“My friend dragged me here because I failed my test… so she wanted to celebrate my efforts” You answered truthfully.

“So she decided to celebrate… here?” Miguel chuckled, slightly baffled at the information.

“I know, not really the greatest choice, but… I appreciate the thought, at least… she’s really the only one I talk to” You responded with a slight chuckle.

Miguel hummed and nodded his head, suddenly feeling something touch your hand. You looked down to see his hand slowly intertwining with yours, a bright blush forming on your face. You look back up at Miguel and see the soft look remaining on his face, a tint on his cheeks as well.

“That can change… if you want it to” Miguel spoke quietly, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles as he moved closer to you.

A warm bubbly feeling emerged inside your stomach, looking up at him with flushed cheeks as your heart pounded quicker. Nobody ever cared like Miguel did, and it surprised you. It was almost… comforting.

You nodded slowly as your breath grew shaky, feeling the tension rise between the both of you. Miguel could sense it, moving a strand of your hair out of your face and giving you a small smile.

“I’d like that…” You finally answered, feeling yourself drift closer to him.

Miguel noticed your sudden draw to him, slowly leaning in as well. He didn’t rush anything, he just let everything happen naturally and didn’t force you to do a thing. After a few more moments of the two of you leaning in, your lips found his in a soft kiss. Miguel cupped your face with one hand and wrapped the other arm around your waist, following your pace as he kissed you back.

A wave of something else came through and took over the both of you, Miguel’s kisses slowly growing more passionate. A quiet sigh fell from your lips as you melted in his grasp, tongues touching each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Before his hands began to wander, he gently pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath before speaking.

“Are you okay with me…?” Miguel’s breath falters as he shudders, lips ghosting over yours.

When it registers to you what he’s asking for, you nod your head quietly and place a soft kiss to his lips, “Go ahead, Miguel…”

As soon as you give him the okay, you quietly gasped as you felt his hand gently massage your ass. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, his other hand wandering down to your hip and leaning you up against the wall, earning a moan out of you. Miguel removed his lips from your mouth to cover your neck with kisses, your head tilting back as the contact of his warmth sent chills through your body. The wetness between your legs only grew more and more as he spoiled you with his mouth.

Soft and gentle moans filled the small closet as Miguel touched you, his hands moving up to focus on your breasts. His hands caressed and squeezed your clothed breasts, a low moan escaping Miguel’s mouth. Your teeth tugged down on your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as he sucked the skin on your neck. With each moan and whimper you let out, it only drove Miguel crazier by the second.

Suddenly, you felt Miguel’s hand move up your thigh and in between your legs, his fingers gently rubbing your clothed clit. The contact made you let out a breathy moan, finding his lips in a hungry kiss as his hand continued to work delicately on the ball of nerves. Your hand tugged on his hair as your other hand clawed at his shoulder, kisses growing hotter as you felt the butterflies in your lower stomach.

“Miguel…” You moaned out in between kisses, becoming even more soaked under his touch.

Miguel let out a shaky breath as he heard the sound of you moaning his name, unraveling something inside of him. He couldn’t wait anymore, he had to please you. How could he not with the way you were being so sweet underneath him?

“Fuck, sweetheart…” Miguel groaned, his hand moving to dip inside your panties and feeling your wet arousal.

The warmness of his fingers finally touching your pussy made you drown in ecstasy, hands wandering wherever they could as he pleased you with his own. His fingertips rubbing right against your exposed nub made your legs tremble from underneath you, clinging onto Miguel for dear life so you wouldn’t collapse. His head moved away from your neck to meet your lips again, his lips muffling your surprised moan when one of his thick fingers slips into your pussy with ease.

“Aah~! M-“ You tried to speak Miguel’s name, but get cut off from his kiss once more.

“Shhh, está bien, princesa. Déjame cuidarte” Miguel hushed lowly, moving his finger slowly in and out of your soaking cunt.

Your moans came out as needy whimpers as Miguel’s thick finger shoved back deep inside of you, kissing his hot lips eagerly with each thrust. Any kind of plead you made came out incoherently, babbling over and over again. Miguel clicked his tongue and slid his finger out of your pussy, now soaked with your juices. A shudder escaped you as the soaked finger moved up to your clit, whimpering at the loss of Miguel’s thick finger.

“Please-“ You cried, brows furrowed together in desperate pleasure.

Miguel just chuckled at your attempt to speak, placing a kiss to your raw lips, “Please what? Go ahead, bebita, ask me.”

“Fuck~ Miguel- I- I want.. both fingers inside me…” You stuttered out, gasping softly as Miguel gently rubbed your clit with his soaked fingers.

Miguel cooed and placed sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks, moving to whisper in your ear, “Good girl..”

A breathy moan left you as he praised you, feeling his fingers move down and slowly fill your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure and began to grind your hips against his hand, his tongue entering your mouth in a heated kiss. His fingers curl rapidly against your g-spot, making your lower stomach flutter and your legs quiver. Your sweet moans and cries only turned Miguel on more and more, his tongue trailing down your neck and nibbling on the soft skin. The wet clicks of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy filled the tight closet, the air being filled by the smell of sex pairing with both of your moans.

“There-! Oh, Miguel~!” You mewled, breath growing quicker as his fingers fucked you senseless.

Seeing you completely weak in his arms motivated Miguel to make you cum like it was his mission, making sure to switch between his two fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb. The combination made the knot in your stomach grow tighter, feeling your whole body tremble as you kissed Miguel passionately. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers, the lewd sounds only growing louder as he helped you chase for your orgasm. Your face buried into the crook of his neck as you felt the coil in your stomach burst, moaning desperately.

“Fuck, I’m-!“ You whimpered, trying to warn Miguel only after it was too late.

“That’s it, cum for me~ Cum all over my fingers~” Miguel growled, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers and your legs shake vigorously.

You let out a series of pleasured cries against Miguel’s neck, cumming on his fingers and collapsing in his arms. He catches you with his free arm, continuing to mutter praises about your pussy as he drags out your orgasm. You let out broken moans at his praises, becoming slightly overstimulated from his thick fingers deep inside your sopping pussy.

“Miiguelll-!” You whined, hitting your palms against his chest to try and signal him.

Miguel panted and finally stopped as you told him to, catching his breath and carefully slipping his fingers out of you. A relieved moan left your red lips as he held you close, pressing kisses to your temple and down to your mouth. You kissed him back and parted from him to catch your own breath, cupping his face with your shaky hands. The two of you stood in that closet for a few moments, trying to regain composure before saying a word. After some time, Miguel leaned in to give you a soft and passionate kiss.

“Are you okay?” Miguel asked quietly after pulling away, his hands wrapped around your waist.

You nod up at him and place a kiss to his cheek, a small smile resting on your lips, “Mhm..”

Miguel smiles softly at you and begins to gently grind his hips against yours, the smile on your lips forming into a small ‘o’ as you moan quietly. Before Miguel could say anything else, you heard the voice of someone calling your name. Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized it was Christine’s voice, Miguel moving away to help you with your dress. As he got the idea to ask how he would be able to talk to you again, you quickly stumbled out of the closet to look for your roommate, hoping she wouldn’t see your flustered face.

He regretted not being able to get some sort of contact from you, letting out a sigh as he just stood alone in the small closet. Miguel looked down at his hand and noticed some of your slick was still on his fingers, raising it up to his mouth and licking it clean. A quiet groan left him as he tasted your arousal, wishing he could’ve buried his warm cock inside of you…

But surely, Miguel would see you around campus… right?

#atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel smut #miguel atsv #across the spiderverse

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experimentfae · 6 months

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Marshall Lee x fem! reader

Oneshot

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You were at your job sadly that job was the unfortunate retail, at a music shop “hey do you where the flutes are?” Asked a women who weirdly look identical to you’re friend fionna “yeah there best to the drum sticks.” She thanked you headed there.

You sighed going through your phone to pass the time not realizing someone entered the store. While continued you’re scrolling around you’re favorite app you heard someone come up.

You put your phone and your eyes widen and felt your cheeks become red to see a super hot guy, “hey can I a guitar pick?” Took you a minute but you realized they’re right behind you “o-oh sorry I’m.. let me g-get this for you.” Inside you are feeling embarrassed that you’re stuttering.

“No biggie.” You put the Guitar pick on the scanner “is that all.” He seemed to be in thought it he quickly got out of it “na this is all I need.” “That… um well be 1.30.” You spoke avoiding eye contact. “Here you are and see ya.” He handed the money and head out with his new guitar pick.

You banged your head onto the counter “I completely embarrassed myself, he probably thinks I’m some weirdo now.” You groaned out “um hello.” You looked back up now extremely embarrassed you forgot that chick was still here “Sorry! Um I’ll scan that for you.” You replied just wanting this interaction to be over.

After she payed her flute she left, you sighed you took your phone, beginning to text fionna need to vent what just happened.

[y/n]: Fionna I did something stupid I need you to make me feel better!

[Fionna]: what happened?

[y/n] I embarrassed myself in front of this hot guy, then I embarrassed my self again with some that look like you’re twin but that’s besides the point.

[Fionna]: weird properly saw her before. It’s ok (y/n) that guy will forget eventually and next time you see him you can re introduce yourself.

[y/n]: you’re probably right just also upset is because I didn’t even get to know what his name was. Hopefully I do see him again.

[Fionna]: I’m sure you will (y/n) are you busy this weekend?

[y/n]: Nope my weekend is free.

[Fionna]: Awesome I been wanting to try the new boba shop that opened up, been dying to try one of those.

(Y/n): then I’ll see you tomorrow bye bud lunch break is starting and I’m super hungry.

[fionna]: Bye Bud.

After lunch breaks me more work you finally finished work, you headed home and was thankful the weekend came quicker then you thought.

Next day you and fionna were at the boba shop getting your orders “maybe I should get this one.” Mutters fionna as she looked around the boba options. You already made you’re choice waiting for you’re drink.

You then suddenly see the hot guy again you almost gasped let’s pray that you good maybe even ok at least “hey fionna.” He spoke heading towards her…. Wait what.

“Hey Marshall Lee just getting some boba with (y/n).” She knew him?! You watched as his eyes widen when he looked your way “It’s you from that music shop.” NOOOOO HE REMEMBERS!!!! “I um… I need to use the bathroom!” You yelled speeding away.

Thankfully the place did actually have one, so you went in trying to hide until he left “why the did I do that.” You groaned out feeling frustrated at yourself, you embarrassed yourself again, You immediately beginning texting fionna.

[y/n]: you knew him?!

[Fionna]: Marshall Lee was the guy you were talking about? Small world.

[y/n]: how come you didn’t tell me? Who else do you know?

[Fionna]: well I know this guy named Gary and that’s about it really and I guess, and LSP oh almost forgot Hunter.

[y/n]: Wait isn’t Hunter you’re boyfriend?

[Fionna]: What no! This is about you not about me and if you’re waiting for him to leave he left, so come out of the bathroom.

You let out a sigh of relief and came back out to see fionna with her boba waiting for you. “Done chickening out?” Fionna asked “I’m not chickening put I’m just… needed to genuinely use the bathroom.” “Huh uh.” She replied with a knowing smirk.

“If you’re interested he told me he thought you were cute.” Fionna stated while drinking ther boba “wait really?” You asked with hope in your eyes “yeah.” She simply said like it wasn’t a big deal. You became flustered.

“You know what I should get you guys to officially meet!” Fionna suggested with excitement “I… maybe I would be more prepared.” You replied feeling hopeful this time “yeah, maybe you, me, cake and Marshall Lee can have a hangout.” “Sounds cool.” You agreed feeling a bit of confidence.

“So how about Wednesday?” Fionna suggested “yeah I could do that.” You replied “cool.” You two counties with your day out until night time, you were home now hoping you could be able to face Marshall Lee in person, after all he thinks you’re cute.

Couple days later, Wednesday came and After work you got dressed and waited for fionna to tell you the location.

[y/n]: where’s the location at?

[Fionna]: where at a Marshall Lee place’s he wanted us to hang out to watch the movie me and cake found called ‘heat signature’ .”

[y/n]: I did hear that movie was pretty good alright guess I’ll head over there.

Fionna sent you the location, thankfully it wasn’t that far, you checked to see it was the right apartment and it was, so you knocked on the door making sure you looked good then you see Marshall Lee opening the door.

“(Y/n) you made it, come in.” You wanted to see something but it’s like the words got stuck in your throat so you just walked in. “Alright.” He spoke seating down on his red sofa. “Yes! movie night, oh can you make nachos I always wanted to try those.” Spoke cake in excitement “alright I’ll be back and you guys make yourself comfortable.” Cake and Fiona sat together while Fiona assured for you to sit next to her.

“So got the hots for Marshall Lee.” Stated cake making you blush “it’s obvious isn’t it?” “Yeah.” Cake simply said while eating chips, “don’t worry remover what I said about Marshall Lee he thinks you’re cute.” Reassured Fionna “thank’s fionna.” We then see Marshall Lee back with the nachos.

“Be careful cake I p- cake didn’t wait time and grabbed a nacho and ate the whole chip until you started screaming my a little and immediately grabbed her drink and gulped the whole thing. “What.. the Glob.. was that?!” Yelled cake between breathes this made Marshall Lee laugh “there are jalapeño peppers in there, I tried to warn you.”

Cake could only grunt while the rest of us laugh, “you have a nice, laugh.” You paused you’re laughing to see Marshall Lee was talking to you, “I-um t-thanks.” He smiled “you’re welcome. “Now let’s watch this movie.” He said Turing the light off and starting the movie.

While watching the movie you grabbed the nachos and other snacks you hummer in delight of tasting the food “glad you like it, I’m not much of a chef but… I try.” He spoke “yeah it’s… it’s good.” You agreed making him smile.

“I gotta use the bathroom.” Fionna stated while nudging cake “huh.” Cake looked confused until she seemed to remember something “oh! Um right I’ll come with.” They both got up and left.

You both Continue to watch. “Sir I can’t get a radar it’s like… they be one have a heat signature?!” Spoke one characters you forgot the name of already. “You know they did that to give us alone time.” Spoke Marshall Lee with a knowing smirk.

“That’s explains w-why they both went to the bathroom.” You replied “and I know that you have a thing for me girl it’s apparent.” This comment made you blush like crazy you’re hands instinctively covers you’re face. “wait no I-!“it’s ok no need to shout I think you’re cute, and I wanna get to know you more.”

You slowly uncovers your hands “really?” “Really now when can we hang out again?” He asked with hope making your confidence come through “I… maybe next weekend would be cool to hang.” You’re face no longer you showed you’re small smile to him “cool then let me give you my number.” He text you his and you text him your number.

“Well then cutie can’t wait for next weekend.” You smiled “yeah can’t wait too.” Fionna and Cake came back with smiles “so you gonna date now?!” Cheered Cake “that takes time cake.” You replied “makes sense, I guess.” She replied.

You guys continue to watch the movie but you couldn’t help but continue about your next hangout with Marshall Lee.

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#adventure time #Fionna and cake #fionna and cake series #marshall lee x reader #marshall lee #adventure time x reader #oneshot #fionna and cake marshall lee

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smartycvnt · 5 months

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Picture Perfect

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Liv Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 939

"Alright, alright. Stop. I'll take the picture with you," Y/n said in between laughs as Austin tickled her. He stopped immediately and pulled Y/n under his arm for the selfie. Y/n rolled her eyes as he spent nearly two minutes getting the perfect angle and lighting.

Liv sat halfway across the room watching the two of them. Each second that Y/n stayed tucked beneath Austin's arm made Liv's blood boil. Austin was hot, but Liv had no idea what Y/n saw in him other than that. It wasn't like he could give Y/n anything that Liv couldn't.

"And thank you, I really think the fans will love this one," Austin said as he checked the pictures out. Y/n pulled his phone towards her to look at the photos he had taken. They looked good, even if it would only further the couple allegations the two of them had been trying to evade.

Y/n hated that she wasn't at a place where she felt like she could come out of the closet yet. Only a few people knew that she was a lesbian, including Austin. He was the first person that she come out to whenever they had been at NXT together. She felt bad about using him, but Austin had volunteered to be her beard anytime that she needed him to be.

"Those don't look too bad. You should really stop making that face though," Y/n teased. Austin scoffed and playfully shoved at Y/n's shoulder. The two of them got into a quick little shoving match, which Y/n won when Austin was called by a PA to go to gorrilla before his match. "Hey, good luck!"

"Thanks, not that I'll need it," Austin said with a wink. Y/n rolled her eyes at his antics as he ran off. She knew that Austin was good, better than most people thought of him. He deserved to be champion, no matter what anybody else said. And Y/n made sure to tell Austin that at every opportunity she had.

She let him go off by himself to focus on the plate of food she had gotten from catering. That focus only lasted for a few moments. Y/n hated sitting all by herself, so she started to look around for someone to sit by. Y/n's eyes scanned the cafeteria area for someone to sit by, stopping when they landed on Liv sitting by herself. Usually Raquel or Rhea were somewhere nearby, but tonight Liv was all by herself.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Y/n asked. She had always been sort of shy, and definitely not the type to just sit uninvited. Liv glanced up at her with a slightly hurt expression that was quickly masked with indifference as she shrugged. "If you don't want to be around me, I can go back to sitting by myself. I just thought maybe you could use some company."

"It's fine, Y/n. You can sit here," Liv told her. Y/n sat down, despite the uneasy tension between the two of them. "I see you and Austin are still close."

"He's my best friend, of course we're close." Y/n tried to distract herself from Liv's tone with the cherry tomatoes on her plate. "How have the brutes been?"

"I don't insult your friends, so why the hell should you insult mine?" Liv was quick to get defensive. She knew that Y/n would never mean that in a bad way, it was what she had called both of them back at NXT and even before then. Y/n and Rhea had wrestled each other a few times on the indies, and Rhea had never shied away from the nickname then.

"Liv, what's going on with you tonight?" Y/n asked. Liv mumbled something as she crossed her arms over her chest and began to pout. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I don't like seeing you and Austin all friendly with each other like that," Liv said as she leaned towards you. "I'm your girlfriend, but nobody knows that. They all think that you and Austin are together. Acting like that doesn't help, by the way. I guess it doesn't matter because you like the way he makes you look too much."

"Liv, you do realize that it'd never happen with Austin, right?" Y/n asked. Liv gave Y/n a skeptical look. Everybody already assumed that Y/n and Austin had a history together, and there wasn't really a reason for Liv to think any different. Y/n hadn't exactly told Liv that she was only interested in women, despite their nearly six month old relationship. "Liv, I'm a lesbian."

"Oh? Oh." Liv's eyes widened with the sudden realization. She smiled as she leaned in even closer to Y/n. "So, you only like me?"

"Yes, I only like you. I love Austin like a brother, but I would never sleep with him unless my life literally depended on it," Y/n promised. Liv leaned back in her seat with a newfound confidence and a very smug look on her face. "I can't believe you didn't know."

"You never told me. I mean, Sonya kind of alluded to it, but I thought she was full of shit," Liv admitted. Y/n rubbed at the back of her neck as she tried to push away the thoughts of her brief fling with Sonya. That was not necessarily a time that either of them were proud of, and definitely not something that Y/n wanted to talk about with Liv.

#one shot #my writing #wwe x reader #wwe #liv morgan x reader #liv morgan

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clintbartonswife · 7 months

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remote

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: You’d think that surviving a near-death experience together would have a bonding effect, but I guess you thought wrong. Whumptober prompt # 5 : debris Whumptober prompt # 10 : stranded Whumptober prompt #15 : makeshift bandages / suppressed suffering / 'im fine' Notes: graphic descriptions of injuries, excessive swearing (give them a break, they’re stranded), some suggestive comments/language, enemies to lovers (oop) masterlist || part one

You swore under your breath as you walked, stumbling every now and then as your feet dragged against the uneven floor, cursing every power you could think of. By the time you had reached the shore, you had done everything short of screaming ‘why abandon me with him?’ to the sky.

Some stubborn part of you wanted to find a way to stay away from Steve, set up your own camp and tell him to fuck off when he came crawling back for help. Realistically, you knew that he had all the supplies with him and that you wouldn’t survive too long with a still-open wound, but the fantasy made you slightly happier.

Your attention focused on the palm trees providing slithers of shade, a few coconuts scattered across the sand.

“Take that, you prick.” you muttered with a grin, “Not so useless, huh.”

Kneeling down, you reached to pick one up, flinching as your arm throbbed. The makeshift bandage had done its’ job admirably, but the fabric had turned heavy, ruddy brown crust clinging to the sides.

“Okay, ew.” Wincing, you started to unravel the bandage, hissing as it pulled at the sore broken skin.

You thought about going back for help, quickly dismissing it. You didn't want to appear weak. The desperate part of your brain started searching for another way - stomach dropping as it screeched to an all-or-nothing conclusion: cauterisation.

“Fuck it all to hell.”

Using the fallen branches from the palm trees, you created a pile of kindling, using your survival training - you’d apologise for whining about it to Clint later - to start a flame. As the fire grew, you walked back over to the stream.

Gritting your teeth, you knelt down, splashing some of the clear water on the wound. As the red washed down your arm, you scanned the shore for any sort of metal, quickly finding a piece of the quinjet that had washed ashore from the wreckage.

You now stood over the roaring fire, holding a broken off segment of the quinjet wing in the flames. As the end began to glow a fierce orange, you took a steadying breath.

There was no avoiding the fact that this was going to hurt like a bitch.

“Just do it,” you huffed, trying to hype yourself up with a few jumps. “Just press it on. It’s not that hard. It’s fine!”

You took a few more quick breaths, placing a stick in your mouth and clenching your eyes shut as you pushed the hot part on to the open wound. Your muffled screams and shouts did nothing to abate the pain, spitting out the stick to facilitate for the torrent of swearing that came out of your mouth.

The smell of cooking flesh made you gag, throwing the metal into the sand and racing back over to the river, submerging your arm in the cool water as quickly as humanly possible.

“That was so much worse than I could’ve thought” you groaned, spare hand curling into a fist as you willed yourself to stay conscious. Passing out was not going to help your case with Steve.

You stayed there until the pain dulled, moving to sit in front of the fire to dry off. Knowing that it needs to be covered, you ripped off another line from your t-shirt, wrapping it around the wound once it had sufficiently dried off.

The sun began to dip, shadows elongating along the beach, signalling that you needed to get back to Steve before it was too dark to see. You put out the fire, grabbing a few of the coconuts and following the stream back to the clearing.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He asked, eyes narrowed as you re-entered the clearing.

“Well, don’t jump up to help. For someone pretending to care you didn’t exactly go looking, did you?”

He scoffed, “Was that some pathetic attempt to get my attention?”

Eyebrows flying upwards, you dropped the coconuts to your feet and threw your arms out. “Newsflash, asshole! We’re stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere! I don’t need to beg for your attention because I’m the only motherfucker unfortunate enough to be stuck here with you!”

“Not so loud -”

“No! I can shout as much as I want because there’s no one here! I’m sorry if you had much rather I drowned in the ocean, but I didn’t. You were the idiot who saved me, so I’m sorry if I’m inconveniencing you by being here, but that is entirely your fault.”

“Shut up!”

You rolled your eyes, huffing angrily as you crossed your arms. “For your information, Captain, I was out finding food. Which is more than I can say for you.”

Steve’s eyebrow twitched at the elongated nickname, shoulders tensing. “I made a fire.”

You clapped, slowly and sarcastically. “Wow. My hero.”

“Don’t sit by it then. Freeze for all I care.”

“If that’s how you wanna play it, fine. Don’t even think of touching my coconuts.”

You closed the gap between the two of you, swiping the pocket knife from the pile and retreating to a corner.

“Last thing on my mind.”

Silence settled over the two of you as the sun finally set, uncomfortable and cold, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire and the noise of knife on wood.

You were whittling a stick to a point, needing it to crack open the coconut shell. There was something satisfyingly cathartic about the repetitive moments, soothing the anger that had filled you. Without it acting as a distraction, you were suddenly very aware of the hunger and thirst that you were feeling.

Tongue sticking out the side of your mouth slightly, you brought the coconut down onto the sharp point, hissing as the jolted movement caused pain to flash through your arm. Swearing under your breath, you hugged the injured arm to your chest, attempting to hold the coconut in one hand.

You struggled to grip it for a few moments, Steve letting out an aggravated sigh from across the clearing, stomping over. Before you could register what was happening, he grabbed the coconut out of your hands and ripped it open. Some coconut water splashed to the ground, Steve managing to save the majority of it.

“Watching that was pathetic.” He sneered, handing you the two halves.

Your jaw ticked, withholding angry words at his attitude, instead settling for a blunt thank you.

You placed one half on the floor, careful not to spill any further water, bringing the other half up to your lips. Your eyes closed in relief as the cool liquid soothed your throat, swapping it out for the other and repeating your actions.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Steve staring at you thirstily, eyes tracking a droplet of water that had fallen from your lips and was slowly making its way down the curve of your neck. The droplet eventually absorbed into your shirt, Steve ripping his eyes away and focusing intently on the fire.

The back of your neck felt hot as you used the penknife to cut into the flesh of the coconut, eating the meat methodically. After a while, you could feel his eyes return to you.

Desperate to avert the heat of his stare, you grabbed one of the unopened coconuts and threw it at him. He caught it easily, eyebrow raised in question.

“Payment,” you stated, “for opening the other one for me.”

He hummed, leaning back slightly and cracking it open above his mouth to avoid any spilled water. You couldn’t help but stare as he licked his lips clean, diverting your attention back to your own coconut as he straightened his back.

A shiver punched through you - whether it was from the sudden tension or the dropping temperature, you weren’t entirely sure.

“You can...” he trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly, voice harder the next time he spoke. “There’s no point freezing to death. I don’t want to deal with the paperwork if you die on me out here.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Your sarcastic drawl was hard to miss, but you moved closer, letting out a small sigh of relief at the warmth emanating from the flames.

The silence settled once again, feeling significantly less hostile than just minutes before. You hugged your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees.

“Do you think... will they be looking for us?”

You internally winced at the vulnerability in your words, refusing to look up at Steve for comfort.

“The quinjet sends a honing signal when it takes damage. It’s been... roughly six hours.” He moved, adding another few sticks to the fire. “The rescue team should reach our general area by tomorrow - then they’ll just need to scan the islands.”

You finally looked up, connecting your eyes to his. “So tomorrow we should be home?”

“Tomorrow we should be home.”

You nodded, flashing him a small smile and shuffling slightly closer to the fire.

Now fully bathed in the light of the flames, Steve’s eyes narrowed, locked on to your arm. “Your - the blood is gone.”

You shrugged, “I’m fine. It’s fine.”

He crowded towards you, grabbing your injured arm. “What did you do?”

You tried to pull your arm away from him, “I sorted it out.”

He began to unwrap the makeshift bandage, eyes widening at the sight of the irritated warped skin. “When did you -”

“Steve, seriously.” You finally managed to rip your arm from his hands, “Leave it alone. What’s done is done.”

“Cauterising yourself - if it was that bad you should’ve come to me!”

“So what? So you could berate me some more? Call me an idiot and to get over myself?”

“If you were that hurt -”

“I knew I could fix it and I did. I stopped the bleeding, and I didn’t pass out, did I? I. Sorted. It. Out.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, actually, I’m not. Even despite your many attempts at making sure that I am!”

“Y/n -”

“God, why do you hate me so much!” You shouted, “I am plenty capable to be part of this team - my records are shining, I can hold my own in a fight -”

“Listen to me -”

“I just cant understand what I have done to make you hate me so goddamn much! Everytime I think you might actually have a heart you turn around and just -”

He surged forwards, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You gasped despite yourself, hands latching on to his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself in the moment. His hands dug into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer.

You kissed until your lungs burned, begging for air.

As you pulled away, you dropped your forehead to rest on his heaving chest, scrambled brain trying to make sense of what just happened.

“I dont -”

He shushed you gently, using his index finger to lift your chin up, reconnecting your eyes. “I don’t think you’re incompetent. Seeing you in the field... it kills me. I - you make me crazy. I struggle to think of anything other than the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh - the curves of your body...”

“Steve -”

“You drive me insane. The only way I could think to handle it was to push you away. I - I never meant to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me for help.”

You searched his eyes for any sign of a lie, only finding unwavering truth shining back at you. Slapping his chest, you frowned at him. “If you ever speak to me in that way again -”

“I won’t.”

You held the gaze for a few more moments before your eyes dropped down to his lips. Sensing the unasked question, he moved to reconnect your lips once more.

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tags: (lets just try to ignore how long ago the first part was posted lmao)

@joansiefics @spookyparadisesheep @vicmc624 @geeksareunique @patzammit

#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #x reader #captain america #enemies to lovers #steve rogers whump #steve rogers fic #marvel

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cookiebelle · 9 months

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Can I have a Damian Priest x Fem reader where they get handcuffed together by Finn, Dom, and Rhea and end up confessing their feelings for each other while handcuffed?

This is so cute I had to do it first.

Steel

Damian Priest x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: alcohol use, tooth rotting fluff

Word count: Not sure. I stupidly wrote this on tumblr and not on my notes app so I can’t copypaste it 😅 maybe like 1.5k?

“Priest, it’s your turn.”

He drew a card, sighing at the prompt and rubbing his eyes with exasperation. It was another ridiculous dare.

“Finish your drink… or get handcuffed to a person of the group’s choosing for three hours…” he scanned the laughing faces of his friends, glaring and shaking his head.

“Guess you’re drinking,” you giggled, looking into his cup to find it nearly full. That was gonna be rough, and you patted his shoulder in sympathy.

Dom, Rhea, and Finn all shared a look, then looked to Damian with knowing smirks. He stalled, trying to decide what to do. The rest of this drink would surely end his night right there, absolutely nothing good could come of it except guaranteed blackout, but three hours of being handcuffed to any of you was far from ideal. However…

“I’ll be right back…” he sighed as he stood, headed for his bedroom. He had plenty of fun things in there, but his steel handcuffs seemed to be buried at the bottom of a drawer. When he re-emerged, he handed the cuffs to Finn, dramatically holding his wrist out to be locked.

“So do you need to figure out who you’re doing or…”

The three looked to you in unison, Rhea reaching out and snatching your wrist before you had the chance to react.

“What? Wait. No way. Why is it automatically me?” You tried pulling your wrist away, a completely futile effort in Rhea’s iron grip. You attempted to bargain, but it was no use. Your wrist was locked to his within a few seconds and you were trapped. Great.

Three hours isn’t that long, right?

You and Damian looked at each other simultaneously, him mouthing a regretful “sorry”. You just sighed and shook your head, shrugging. You didn’t blame him. You blamed the three snickering assholes across the table.

The game continued for a while, the two of you well lit and laughing at every ridiculous thing the cards dared you all to do. You two sat nearly pressed against one another, sharing drunken giggles at every dropped card and awkward pull in the other’s direction when you moved. It wasn’t your fault they locked both of your dominant hands together, leaving you barely able to function without knocking into one another. In fact, that was probably their plan in the first place.

Rhea and Dom knew about your silly little crush on Priest before you had the balls to even admit it. It was stupid. Puppy love. You just… couldn’t help but get all dumb and smiley around him. That’s all. You definitely did not have feelings. Definitely not.

Naturally, Finn was brought into the “loop” when he caught the two of them whispering, while you and Damian flirted talked. Thus began the onslaught of torture from all of them which you had no choice but to endure lest they decide to take matters into their own hands. You wouldn’t be surprised if they rigged the game so he’d get that card, just to do this to you… You’d have to kill them later.

Eventually, the game ended, the group slowly transitioning from the table to the big sectional couch and putting on some trash comedy you had no interest in. Now came the hard part. Sitting at the table was easy, you each could rest your connected arms on it comfortably, with no awkwardness. Now, you each struggled to get comfortable, both laughing as you tugged each other’s arms back and forth. You let out a shriek of a laugh when he pulled your arm so hard, you nearly landed fully in his lap, instead only your legs draping across his. Weirdly enough, it was comfortable. Finally.

If sober you could see yourself right now, she would be beyond mortified. But sober you was hours away, and drunk you couldn’t help but feel breathless at the way he rested his hand on your thigh so your arm would be more comfortable. It also didn’t help that his thumb kept rubbing circles into it. The inebriated part of your brain took control once again, scooting a bit closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder. Rhea shot you a look, wiggling her eyebrows, which you responded to with a glare.

The next thing you remembered was waking up hours later, still attached to Damian. The screensaver on the tv gave the only light in the room, but it was bright enough to see everyone else was asleep. Well, everyone but Damian, he was still sitting there, rubbing circles into your thigh. You groaned, stretching a little.

“I’m sorry… guess I was tired…” you mumbled, looking around for who might have the key. You settled on Rhea, whispering as to not wake up the others. Before you could get her, Damian hushed you.

“I really don’t mind it,” he shrugged, seeming rather sincere.

“I mean, neither do I. If I had to be handcuffed to anyone, it would be you.”

“Same…”

Awkward silence. Perfect. You started to play with his giant hand, tracing the lines of his palm. You still felt drunk, the beginnings of a headache rattling in your brain.

“… Can I tell you something?” You felt a burst of bravery, however fleeting, immediately regretting saying anything at all.

“… Only if I can tell you something.”

“Okay… you first,” you smirked.

“No. You asked first.”

Okay, fine. Now or never.

One.

Two.

Three.

“… I can’t,” you whined a little, your heart in your stomach.

“Just say it,” he soothed, his hand stroking your leg now.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

“… I like you. Like. I’m really into you and I get it if you’re not into me but I just needed to get this off my chest before they do it for me,” You rambled, pointing at the sleeping three.

Damian just stared at you for a moment before cracking a smile, which was possibly the most terrifying ten seconds of your life. He didn’t say anything, save for “come here”, as he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You looked up into his eyes when he pulled away.

“… so what does.. that mean…”

“Means I’m.. into you too. Have been for a long time..”

Your sigh of relief emptied your lungs entirely, and he pulled you in for another kiss. This one felt more real, consuming, like he couldn’t live without your lips against his. And to be honest, the same applied to you.

As it turns out, you had woken Rhea with your whispering. She pretended to keep sleeping, eavesdropping on your conversation and witnessing your kiss. You saw the smile on her face as you broke away from Damian, shaking your head.

For now, you would ignore it. This moment was too sweet to waste.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #damian priest fanfiction #request

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cantsayidont · 4 months

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Cooking à la replicator

Chapter 7.6 of the semi-canonical STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION TECHNICAL MANUAL by Rick Sternbach and Michael Okuda includes a description of how the replicators work that offers some interesting background for how people in the TNG era might approach food and cooking in the era of replication technology.

The first and most important point is that the molecular patterns replicators use to recreate objects are a form of compressed storage, akin to a compressed audio or image file. The text explains:

Because of the massive amount of computer memory required to store even the simplest object, it is impossible to record each molecule individually. Instead, extensive data compression and averaging techniques are used. Such techniques reduce memory storage required for the molecular patterns by factors approaching 2.7 x 10^9. The resulting single-bit inaccuracies do not significantly impact the quality of most reproduced objects, but preclude the use of replicator technology to re-create living objects. … The data themselves are subject to significant accuracy limits.

So, a replicator pattern is an approximation of the original object, just as a JPEG image scanned from a 35mm negative is only an approximation of the original negative. Data compression issues also mean that there are tradeoffs between imaging fidelity, memory storage requirements, and the power required for replication. The text notes:

There are two main replication systems on board the Enterprise. These are the food synthesizers and the hardware replicators. The food replicators are optimized for a finer degree of resolution because of the necessity of accurately replicating the chemical composition of foodstuffs. Hardware replicators, on the other hand, are generally tuned to a lower resolution for greater energy efficiency and lower memory matrix requirements. A number of specially modified food replication terminals are used in sickbay and in various science labs for synthesis of certain pharmaceuticals and other scientific supplies.

The chapter doesn't specifically discuss how these things impact food and food preparation, but there's enough information to infer a number of additional points:

There is a quantifiable difference between replicated and non-replicated food, and probably a qualitative one as well. A fresh apple is not identical to a replicated copy of that apple, so we can surmise that beings with sufficiently sensitive palates could probably tell the difference. Furthermore, a fair number of people would probably insist that they could tell the difference, whether they actually could or not!

The range of foods that can be replicated has significant practical limits. In order to replicate something, you need either a preexisting molecular pattern or an extant example you can scan. Furthermore, because each pattern is resource-intensive to store, a given system can really only retain a finite number of patterns. So, for rare, exotic, or unusual foodstuffs, no molecular pattern may be available, and finding a molecularly scannable example might be difficult.

Because of the "single-bit inaccuracies," generation loss is likely an issue, so replicating replicated food will produce a qualitatively worse result (although each first-generation replicated copy of the same pattern is theoretically identical).

The difference in replicator resolution probably has many gradations. For instance, a food replicator included in a shuttlecraft survival kit might be tuned for the lowest resolution that's still safe for foodstuff preparation, to conserve power, while replicators used for synthesizing pharmaceuticals in sickbay might have somewhat higher resolution than the ones in the mess hall.

So, what does this mean for TNG-era cooks like Benjamin Sisko and his dad? Some guesses:

Chefs might use specialized ultra-high-resolution replicators, either ones specifically designed for culinary use or repurposed ultra-high-res replicators from some other application (like a pharmaceutical replicator), to produce higher-quality replicated foodstuffs.

Cooks and bakers may prefer to replicate raw materials and then prepare them the old-fashioned way. For instance, it would probably make more sense for a baker to have replication patterns for different kinds of flour, eggs, sugar, etc. than to try to image and store complete breads and cakes, since the same ingredients could be used to create many different finished products.

People undoubtedly still cook with non-replicated ingredients where they can get them, and probably routinely combine replicated and non-replicated ingredients. An apple pie made with fresh-picked apples and replicated flour and sugar is probably still better than a wholly replicated pie.

There might be a whole genre of cookbooks focused on cooking with replicated food, aimed specifically at working around the impact of resolution-related "single-bit inaccuracies" on how food tastes.

People probably have strong opinions about the impact of replication, such as which foods or drinks can't be satisfactorily replicated, and the pros and cons of different replicated and non-replicated foodstuffs.

People on starships probably occasionally try to make food or beverages with the sickbay replicators, insisting that it tastes better that way.

#star trek #star trek the next generation #rick sternbach #michael okuda #pseudoscientific gobbledygook #star trek deep space nine #benjamin sisko #there WOULD be extensive discussions #about how or whether replicated food could be kosher or halal #except that star trek is explicitly antisemitic and islamophobic #and discovery asserts that islam and judaism were exterminated in the 21st century

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