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Moonlight

Part 1 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (eventual), Yoongi x BTS, dom!Yoongi x sub!Taehyung x sub!Jungkook

Summary: One night when Yoongi is out for a moonlit stroll, he finds a girl dancing in the park all alone. When he approaches her, his whole life changes forever.

Warnings: There is some mention of mental and physical abuse in this chapter, as well as some a theme of depression and mention of self-harm.

Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup, @lindsayjoy444

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Y/N POV:

He was drunk. Again. This time it was worse than the others though. The other times he was drunk enough that he was tired and could not stay awake long enough to actually hurt me anymore than a couple of hits poorly aimed and a handful of harmful words thrown at me. But it was enough for me to fall further into a deep, black void that seemed to have no way out. It was inescapable. I could hear him banging and shouting to himself downstairs. I was in our room, pretending to be asleep. I rarely slept when he was around, scared of what he would do to me when I was unaware.

That was why I slept while he was out during the day, and then would sneak out at night once I knew he was sleeping. I would go to a park nearby and just sit there and collect my thoughts. Sometimes I would let myself taste the sweet release that I got when I danced, but that was very rare. He banned me from dancing, saying it was like I was cheating on him by showing off my body to other people. And of course, I believed him.

I guess the only good thing was that he wasn’t my soulmate. Everything was still black and white and all the shades of grey in between for me. But I just couldn’t find the courage in myself to get help to leave him. When I was in the park, I loved to listen to BTS to help myself find the courage to get through the next day. Just enough that I would want to survive. But that didn’t stop the want to die from slipping through some cracks. Small scars littered my wrists. They all looked almost silver to me, but I knew that if I could see colour, they would be red. The colour of blood.

He laughed when he found out. Said I deserved it. Said I should do it more and maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky I would cut deep enough to end it.

I could hear his footsteps thumping up the stairs now. I gulped and nestled under the blankets, trying to even out my breathing and slow it down to give the impression I was asleep. I almost flinched when I heard the door open, but I managed to stay still.

“I know you’re awake.” He said, his voice dangerously calm. His footsteps grew louder until I could feel his breath fan over me. It stunk of cheap whisky and other alcohol. He scoffed. “Of course you’d ignore me. Stupid bitch!” He slapped me across the face, causing me to jolt forward and gasp in pain as red hot sparks shot across my face. I curled into a ball, protecting my face with my arms. “Worthless, good for nothing slut.” He pulled me off the bed and kicked me in the stomach, making me cry out in pain. I began to back away from him, pushing myself along the floor with my hands and feet as he walked towards me.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing erratic. I was scared. He could kill me. He lifted his foot as if he was going to stamp on my outstretched leg, but I rolled away just in time, earning myself a kick to the side. I whimpered and stumbled to my feet. I looked around for something, anything I could use as a weapon, as something to defend myself. My eyes zeroed in on a lamp. It was a gift from my mother; a metal base that had little knots of the material jutting out from the sides. I knew it was heavy. I knew that it could possibly knock him out.

I ran over to it and picked it up, yanking the plug out of the socket. He walked closer to me, scoffing. “You think you can hurt me with that?” He chuckled. “Sweet,” He began to undo the buckle of his belt and was about to pull it from its confines when I swung at him with the lamp. It was as if the gods were looking down upon me when the metal end connected with his head, knocking him out cold.

I stared down at his unconscious body, breathing quickly. I tried to calm myself down as I grabbed my phone and shoes, quickly disabling my location services. I had to leave him. Next time, I may not be so lucky. I looked around and stuffed some clothes into a backpack, grabbed a charger and my toothbrush and ran out of the house.

I didn’t have a car. He never let me, since he was under the impression that I could get away with it. Guess he forgot I had two legs and could walk. I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to warm me up. I was only wearing a light hoodie, not realising how cold it was.

But I’d be fine. I could just huddle up underneath some of my clothes - use them as a blanket. I didn’t have any friends I could go to - he had made me get rid of them as well. I suppose it was safer for them; he could have threatened to hurt them to get me to do anything. I looked up at the sky, seeing the moon glowing a bright white light, the beauty of it making me feel calm. The moon was full and round, the streets being illuminated by the moonlight as I made my way to the little park that was my safespace.

Yoongi POV:

“No, no, no, no!” I groaned as my computer froze, the coloured pinwheel spinning around as if to mock me. I slammed my hand down on the desk in frustration, knowing that there was a good chance that all my hours of hard work on this song would be deleted.

I pushed my chair back harshly and got up, kicking at the chair in annoyance. “Stupid thing. Can’t even work properly.” I glanced at the screen, letting a small sliver of hope through, hoping that the work had been saved and that it was still there, almost at the point of completion. My heart sunk, the screen was black. There goes eight hours or more of hard work for nothing.

I picked up my phone to check the time. It was almost midnight. There was a miriad of texts from my hyung and dongsaengs, urging me to come eat. Hobi had said he had come to get me but I clearly didn’t or wouldn’t hear him so he left. There was food for me in the fridge and Jungkook was waiting up for me. Of course he was, the boy could not sleep without knowing that everyone was in the dorm.

All seven of us were in a relationship with each other, yet we were not soulmates since it was not allowed between people of the same sex. Stupid homophobic system. But if Kookie was waiting for me, I guess I should stop working now. The boy would force himself to stay awake, which would make him grumpy the next morning. Sometimes he acts like a baby, but who can blame him? He is the maknae after all.

My phone dinged, signalling a text for Taehyung.

Tae ❤️:

Hyung, when are you coming backkkkk? The bed is empty and I’m colddddddd. Pleaseeeee hurryyyyyyyyy

I love youuuuuu

But hurryyyyyyy

I shook my head and chuckled at Taehyung’s cuteness. I decided I would not text him back, but rather call him as I collected my stuff. I clicked on his contact name and put the phone against my ear as I shut off the computer and walked out of Genius Lab, locking the door behind me.

“Hyung! When are you coming back?!” Tae asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Tae, baby. I am on my way, okay? I’m just a bit stressed though, so I may have to have even more cuddles.” I said. Even though I never showed it, I loved having and giving hugs to the members. But only behind closed doors. I could never do it in front of the cameras. It would ruin my bad boy persona.

“Cuddles!” Tae gasped. “Yay. Hurry, please, hyung.” He pleaded, dragging out the end of the ‘please’, making me chuckle.

“I’m just getting in the car now baby boy. I’ll be back soon. Give me five minutes.” I said as I unlocked my car and got in, throwing my stuff over to the passenger seat.

“Okay, hyung.” Tae said, smiling. I could hear it in his voice. “Oh, and hyung?”

“Yes baby?” I said as I set the phone in its holder and put it on speaker so I could start driving.

“I have a surprise for you.” He sang, giggling after. “I think you’ll like it a lot.”

“Oh, I look forward to it, baby.” I said as I reached a traffic light that was just outside the building. As I looked around, I caught a glimpse of lace stuffed by the seat. I frowned and reached over, pulling at it to get a closer look at what it was. I smiled and shook my head as I realised that it was a pair of Tae’s panties. He had obviously hidden them in here, seeing how they were strategically concealed.

Wearing lingerie was something Tae loved to do. He wore it all the time, not that any of us complained. He looked so cute, but so beautiful and breathtaking at the same time. My personal favourite was when he wore one of my oversized shirts with a pair of panties underneath, the lace framing his ass perfectly. Tae was the subbiest out of all of us, with Jimin and Jungkook a close second. Jin would sometimes sub and sometimes dom, but me, Joon and Hobi were the doms. I wondered if this is what his surprise would be.

“Oh, baby, I have something of yours.” I said.

“What is it?” Tae asked curiously. I could hear the duvet covers moving around as he shuffled on our bed. Each of us shared a room. It was me and Tae, Jimin and Hobi, and Joon, Jin and Kookie. Some nights, there would be more of us sleeping together, and some nights we would all sleep with each other. That was usually if one of us was really stressed or really upset and needed comfort from everyone. I wouldn’t need that tonight. I knew Tae would be able to cuddle away all my worries. I would be able to make it up tomorrow. I could get one of the others to help me.

“I’ll let you guess, baby. It was in my car and they are lacy.” I hinted. I heard him swallow before he took a deep breath.

“Am I in trouble?” Tae asked, his voice a lot quieter. “I’m sorry, I put them in there as a just in case, you know how you like to rip them off me.” He added quickly.

“I’m not angry at you baby boy.” I said, keeping my voice calm. “It was a nice surprise.”

“It was?” I could hear the smirk in Tae’s voice. “Then you’re going to like what I have for you here in bed... Master...”

As soon as he said this, I felt what could have been all my blood rush to my dick. “I’m almost home, baby.” I said, clearing my throat and palming myself to relieve the feeling I had. I let out quiet and breathy moan.

“Are you touching yourself, master?” Tae asked. “Are you getting your big cock nice and hard for me?”

“I want you ready for me when I get in, puppy.” I said as I pulled the car into the driveway of the apartment complex where our dorm was.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Master.” Tae said excitedly, ending the call.

I turned off the engine of the car and sat there for a few moments, trying to calm myself down slightly. I would give him a slight punishment - he knew not to leave things in the car, no matter how arousing it would be for me, and he had also teased me slightly.

I walked into the house and spied Jungkook sat on the sofa, mindlessly flicking through the channels on the TV. So, he had waited up for me. Might as well if he wants to join in the fun with me and Tae.

“Kookie, baby.” I said, walking over to squat down in front of him. As I came into his line of vision, a bunny smile formed on his face.

“Hyungie, you’re back.” Jungkook flung his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Hey, bunny.” I stroked his hair and turned my head to kiss his lips gently. “Baby, TaeTae and I are going to be having some fun in a second. Do you want to join us?”

Jungkook looked at me, his chocolate eyes sparkling. He hummed in agreement and nodded his head. “Bunny wants to help please Master and TaeTae.” He said, instantly slipping into his subspace.

“Okay, bunny.” I said, standing up with him still wrapped around my neck. He whined when I tried to push him off so I could walk upstairs. “Do you want me to carry you?” My cute little bunny nodded eagerly, so I picked him up and carried him towards mine and Tae’s bedroom. “Alright, bunny, let’s go say hi to TaeTae. Master has to punish him a bit though, first. You can go freshen up first if you want.” I suggested.

Jungkook nodded before leaning forward to kiss me. I reached down and squeezed him through his sweatpants, causing him to let out a shaky whine. “Master, please.”

“Go freshen up baby. When you’re done you can come straight in.” I said, setting him on his way with a pat to his bum.

I pushed open the door to Tae’s room and saw him kneeling on the bed. But what really took my breath away was what he was wearing. It was a lace bodysuit that had bows decorating it. I couldn’t see his ass, but I already knew that there would be nothing covering it. There were small bows fastened to the tops of his thighs, holding the bodysuit in place. To top it all off he had a collar fastened around his neck.

“Fuck, puppy. Look at you. So beautiful for me.” I said, walking over to him and tracing his lips with my finger. “I believe these belong to you.” I pulled the lace out of my pocket and tossed it at him. He caught it with one hand and smirked at me.

“Did you like your surprise, master?” He asked coyly, looking up at me. I moved my hand to hold his face in place, cupping his chin.

“I love it, puppy, but you know the rules. You don’t leave things in my car, do you?”

“No, master.” Tae looked down in shame. “‘M sorry. I just wanted it to be there as a backup.”

“Puppy, do you wanna know why I rip them off you?” I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Because I love the idea that you are wearing nothing beneath your clothes and that if you have one slip up, you would be exposed.” I trailed my finger down his chest and circled it around his tip.

“Master, please.” He begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. It was a mistake.” I could see that he was almost fully hard, his cock was straining against the fabric of his bodysuit.

“You wanna make it up to me? Turn over and on my knee.” I ordered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, master.” Tae leant across my lap, his stomach resting on my knees. I smirked when I saw his exposed ass, all round and ready for me.

“Now, puppy. Kookie will be joining us soon, so we’d better make your initial punishment quick.” I said, kneading the globes of his ass. It wasn’t as big as Jimin’s, but Tae definitely had a beautiful ass. “How many do you think you deserve, pup?”

“At least 20, master. I was naughty.” Tae almost moaned out.

“Yes you were, puppy. Very naughty. You also teased master when he was coming home.” I sighed. “But, I guess my puppy likes being punished, doesn’t he?” Tae was silent. I smacked his ass hard, causing the flesh to jiggle. “Doesn’t he?” I repeated.

“Yes, master.” He said after he had yelped. I could feel how hard he was pressing against my thigh.

“I think I may give you 25, how does that sound?”

“Good, master.”

“And after each one, you thank me. You need to learn to obey, don’t you puppy?”

“Yes, master. I do.”

“Count, dumb pup.” I began to slap his ass. Each time he counted and thanked me. At 25, he was sobbing in pain and pleasure, rutting against my thigh. I pulled him up so he was straddling my lap. “Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well.” I praised him, making him smile at me lazily. “So I think my puppy deserves a reward?” Tae nodded excitedly so I pushed him down so he was kneeling on the floor.

I stroked his hair out of his face. “I want you to suck me off, pup.” I said, tugging on his hair gently. His hair was always curly and floppy, always soft to the touch. I stroked my fingers through it lazily as he played with the zipper on my pants, before tugging at them to pull them down. I quickly stood up and allowed him to pull them down with my boxers before I sat back down.

His eyes widened when I came into his eyeline, his mouth instantly watering. His hand cautiously reached out and wrapped around me, giving me a few strokes. I inhaled sharply and hissed at the feeling of his calloused palm wrapped around me. “No hands, baby. Just your mouth.” I said after a few seconds, batting his hand away.

He set his hands on my thighs and sat up a bit so he was level with my dick. His mouth opened eagerly and before I knew it, the tip of my dick was engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. I tilted my head back and groaned, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging, earning some quiet moans from my puppy.

I looked down and saw his big eyes staring up at me as his mouth took more of me in. “Fuck, you look so pretty baby.” I cooed, tracing his lips that were stretched around me. “All stuffed full of my cock. I know you can take more though.” I gently pushed at his head, making him take more of me in until my tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly as tears sprung from his eyes. “Now, you can stay just like that until Jungkook comes and then your real punishment can begin, hmm?”

Taehyung nodded, choking on my dick as it went further down his throat. “Careful pup. Don’t hurt yourself.” I said, wiping away the tears that were trailing down his face from the intrusion in his throat. He always looked so beautiful like this.

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook came into the room, his mouth opening slightly as he took in the sight in front of him. “Hey bunny.” I said, beckoning him over. “Doesn’t TaeTae look so pretty?”

“TaeTae always looks so pretty, master.” Jungkook said, his voice barely a whisper.

I took Jungkook’s hand and pulled him on the bed as I pushed Tae off of me. “Okay, here’s what is going to happen. Tae, puppy, you are going to sit on the other side of the bed and watch as I play with Koo until I decide that you can join us.” Taehyung nodded and scrambled to the other side of the bed, his cock hanging heavily between his legs, begging for release. It was a dark colour, signalling how desperate he was for release, but I wasn’t going to let him have it. Not yet. He got himself comfortable and was about to start stroking himself when I added the next part. “And no touching yourself, pup.”

Tae’s bottom lip started to wobble slightly. “Oh, please, master. Please. I need to cum so bad.”

I looked at him and smiled as I helped Kookie undress. “No, dumb pup. You’ve been naughty. You need to prove that you deserve it.”

Tae looked like he had been slapped. “O-Okay, master. I’ll be good.” He said, trapping his hands between his thighs and the mattress. Once I was sure that he wasn’t going to disobey my orders, I turned my attention back to a now naked Jungkook.

“Look at my beautiful boy.” I smiled as I stroked my hand down his chest, feeling his abs, before travelling down to his thighs to squeeze them gently. It was known that Jungkook had a thigh kink. He would always have to have his hands on someone’s thighs, squeezing them and sometimes sucking at them if we were having fun with each other. “He has such big thighs.” I bent my head down to suck at them, causing a whiny moan to spill from his parted lips.

“Master, please.” He looked at me with his doe eyes shining.

“Please what, bunny? Do you want master to touch you here?” I traced my finger along his dick, earning a quiet groan from him. His dick was long and pretty, the mushroomed head a darker shade than the rest of it. It twitched as I traced the vein along it. I trailed my finger down to his ass. “Or here?” I circled his hole, earning a moan and a breathy yes from him.

I hooked his legs over my shoulders and wrapped my lips around his hole, stroking my tongue over his puckered hole, making him jolt forward slightly. “Ah, Master.” He moaned as I licked at him. He tasted musty and his shower gel and something that was distinctly Jungkook. I prodded at his hole with my tongue before pushing it into him, licking at his walls, coaxing high pitched whines and moans out of him. “Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook cried out, so I pulled away, leaving his hole shining with my saliva.

“Bunny, do you want me to stretch you out first, or can you take me?” I asked, as I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on my tongue.

“I can take it, master.” Jungkook said eagerly. I nodded and kissed him again as I pushed my dick against his hole. The head pushed past the ring of muscle with some resistance until I was fully sheathed inside of him. “Ah,” Jungkook had his mouth open in pleasure, beautiful sounds spilling out of me as he adjusted to my size. “You’re so big master. You stretch me out so good. Feel so full.”

He was so warm, wrapped around me, and so tight. He was always tight no matter how often we fucked him, or with how many dicks he was fucked with at once. I moved my hips back before snapping them back in, causing the both of us to moan. Each thrust got faster and harder until Jungkook was a moaning mess, writhing around beneath me.

There was a whimper from next to us and I looked up to see Taehyung, watching us while tears poured down his face. “Yellow.” Tae hated to be left out when he was in his subspace. He always had to be doing something and not just watching. “Master, please.” He begged when he saw me watching him. “Please, I’m sorry. Just let me join in.”

I looked at Jungkook who had been watching me and him carefully. “Shall we let him join us?” I asked the boy underneath me. He nodded eagerly.

“I wan’ him to ride me.” Jungkook requested. “While you fuck me.”

“Okay, bunny.” I said, stroking his hair. I pulled out of him carefully to get Tae and comfort him. “Hey, puppy, you’re okay. You took your punishment so well. Master is so proud of you.” I said, hugging him tight. “Such a good boy.” I kissed his lips gently as I wiped away his tears. “Especially for telling me you didn’t feel comfortable anymore.”

“Thank you, master.” Taehyung smiled at me, his eyes still slightly teary. I reached down and pumped him a bit, smearing his precum around his dick.

“Look how wet you are, puppy.” I cooed as he crawled over to Jungkook. He leaned forward to kiss Jungkook. While he did this, I squirted some lube on my fingers and pushed two into him, making sure he was properly stretched out. I thrusted them into him for a bit before adding a third. Once I was sure he was ready, I nodded at him. “Go sit on Kookie’s cock baby.” I said. He lowered himself down slowly, causing both of them to moan loudly. Once Tae was fully seated, I pushed myself back into Kook, making him moan again. “How are you feeling, bun?”

“Feels s’ good.” Kookie said, looking kind of spaced. “Please, ‘m green.” I began to move inside him, making him grip onto Tae’s thighs and moan out loud. Tae began to bounce on his dick, moans coming out of his mouth. I reached around and started to stroke Tae’s dick in time to my thrusts inside Jungkook. Tae’s moans got louder and louder, signalling he was getting very close. I could feel my lower stomach tightening, signalling I was about to come.

“Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook whined, earning a noise of agreement from Tae.

“You can both come.” I allowed, stroking Tae even faster. He began to shake as Kookie began to buck up his hips due to how close he was. I knew Tae would come extra hard if I talked dirty to him, so I did. Jungkook was already close to cumming, but as soon as Tae came I would finish so I didn’t want him to be overstimulated by it all.

“Tae, puppy. Get off Kookie a second.” I said, tapping his bum which was now starting to bruise. Tae looked over his shoulder at me, looking as if he might cry. “You still get to come, puppy. I just wanna see you. Get back on Koo facing me.” I explained. Tae nodded and got off, turning himself around before lowering himself back down. I caught sight of his beautiful face, his mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as Jungkook’s cock split him open. “Now lie down so your back is against Koo’s stomach.” Tae obeyed and let him lie back. “Koo, bun, lift up his legs so I can see your dick going into his pretty hole.” Kook obeyed, wrapping his arms around Tae’s thighs and almost folding him in half. I almost came at the sight in front of me. Tae’s hole was so stretched around Jungkook’s cock, making it become slightly swollen.

I smirked at Tae before stroking around his hole and Kook’s dick with my thumb. “So pretty, puppy, letting bunny stretch you out like this. I bet you can’t wait for him to fill you with his cum, painting your insides white. Or maybe you’d like both of us in there. Imagine how it would feel, both of us splitting your pretty hole open, gaping you out so much all our cum would just come back out of you. Both of our cocks rubbing against your walls.” I reached out and began stroking his cock, seeing his face scrunch up and his body tense. He was right on the edge. “I bet it would make you come instantly. We’d have to maybe put a cock ring on you to stop you cumming too early. But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, master. I’d love it.” Tae was breathless. “Oh, I’m so close.” He whined, letting his head tilt back on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“But we’d have to stretch out your little hole even more.” I smiled, pushing my thumb into his hole alongside Kook’s cock. Tae let out a scream, his body going still.

“You sound so pretty, TaeTae.” Kook said, stroking up and down his thighs. “Bet you’re so wrecked down there.” He reached down and pushed one of his fingers into Tae, next to mine. “Master, can we plug my cum inside him?” Kook asked.

“Of course we can bunny.” I said. “But we need this puppy to cum first.” I looked at Tae, whose body was jerking. “Aww, look at him. He’s going to come so hard.” I stroked him even faster before leaning down and taking his entire length into my mouth. I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. Tae let out a silent scream as he came hard, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

I swallowed some of his cum, loving the salty tang of it before leaning over him to kiss Kook, transferring some to his mouth. Kook moaned at the taste, making Tae whine. Of course he wanted to have some. I moved to kiss Tae, transferring the last of it to his mouth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You’re such a cumslut, pup.” I chuckled, now starting to thrust hard into Kookie, chasing my own orgasm. Kookie’s breaths started coming out as short, high-pitched moans as his own orgasm drew nearer and nearer.

“I’m gonna cum, master.” Kookie warned as his hole clamped down on me, making me unable to move. The pulsing and constant contracting of his walls made me spill into him as he spilled into Tae. Both of us moaned as we released. I fell forward and leant my head on Tae’s stomach as I caught my breath.

“Both of you did so good.” I said as I carefully pulled out of Jungkook. “Koo, do you want a plug?” The boy nodded so I moved over to my bedside table and pulled out one of the four plugs I had in there. One for each sub. I walked back over to the pair who were still connected to each other. I pushed the trail of cum that had come out of Kookie back into him and pushed the plug into him.

“And me!” Tae exclaimed. I chuckled and got his out of the drawer.

“Alright, baby. Let’s get you off Koo, hmm?” I gently pulled him off Koo and pushed the plug into him. “How are you both feeling?” I asked, looking at both of them.

“Tired.” Tae replied.

“Good.” Jungkook replied at the same time. He had a sleepy smile plastered on his face.

“Okay, that’s good. Tae baby, you gotta stay awake for a bit longer. I need to clean you up, and put some lotion on you.” I said, gently stroking his hair as he looked at me with his eyes half shut.

He whined slightly, moving so he was sat on my lap. I could feel the plastic of the plug nestled between his ass cheeks pushing into my thigh. “Can I have a bath?” He asked, his head laying on my shoulder.

“Sure baby.” I said. “Do you and Koo want to have one together?” I looked at them both as they nodded their heads. “Alright babies.” I stroked Tae’s hair gently. “Let’s take these plugs out of you, okay?” Kook nodded and bent over slightly so I could pull it out of him. He hissed as his hole stretched around the bulbous plastic, followed by the dripping of my cum out of him. “Okay, KooKoo, why don’t you go and start the bath and I’ll get Tae ready.”

“Okay hyungie.” Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to my lips before padding into my adjoined bathroom and starting the bath.

“Okay, Taebaby, I need you to stand up.” I said softly to the sleepy boy on my lap.

He groaned and looked up at me, his eyes narrowed. “Why?” He asked.

“I need to take your plug out, love.” I said. “It’s going to hurt you later otherwise.” He opened his mouth to protest but I pressed a finger to his lips. “No buts baby, I’m taking it out.” I laid him down on the bed and gently pulled it out of him, allowing Jungkook’s cum to spill out of him.

“Want some.” Tae whispered, looking at me. I sighed and swiped some of the cum onto my fingers and let him suckle it off.

“Now, bath time.” I said, pulling him up so he was standing on his own two feet and leading him into the bathroom.

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A few hours later, we were all cuddled up in bed. I had had trouble falling asleep - the stress from losing all my work was still looming in the back of my mind. I had told my manager, but he must have been asleep when I sent the message.

Tae hummed in his sleep as he curled into my side even more, Jungkook spooning him from behind. They both looked peaceful as they slept, not a hint of worry on their perfect faces.

My phone began to buzz, cutting through the silent atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. I unwrapped Tae from around myself and sat up answering the phone. “Hello?” I asked in a hushed voice as I disentangled myself from the blankets.

“Yoongi-ah? I need those tracks by 8am in the morning. You’re going to have to keep working on them.” My manager said, sounding quite annoyed. My heart began beating faster as I felt the stress and anxiety begin to build back up inside of me. “You should have stayed later and fixed your mistake.” I slipped out of the room and closed the door.

“My mistake?!” I was pissed. It was not my fault that the systems crashed and deleted everything. Do I control all the computers at the company? No! If anything they should be badgering IT to see if they can recover some of the files. “The computers crashed as I went to save it. Can’t IT recover them? That is eight hours of work lost!”

“No they can’t. That’s why I’m calling. I need you to come in right now and try to redo them the same.” He requested. “I’m sorry about this, but I just need those otherwise you will miss the deadline and your mixtape will have to be delayed further.”

“I think we need to get better computers. Those ones are getting kind of old and slow.” I said.

“Don’t blame the machinery Yoongi-ssi.” He said shortly. “Come in now or no mixtape this year. And you wouldn’t want to disappoint ARMY, would you?”

I scoffed. Now he’s guilt-tripping me. “I’ll be in in about half an hour. Let me get changed and get my stuff together.” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He hung up the phone and I let out a noise of frustration before going back into the room, closing the door as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up the sleeping babies. I looked over at the bed and let a fond smile ghost over my face. Taehyung’s hair had now flopped in front of his face and his arms were outstretched to the spot where I had previously been sleeping.

I felt bad for leaving them alone, but I really didn’t have a choice. I walked into my wardrobe and pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and quickly changed into them. I pulled on a beanie and grabbed my lyric books before grabbing a pair of shoes and sliding them on.

I must have been a bit too loud because there was rustling in the bed and I saw Taehyung patting around with his hand. He sat up and squinted at me sleepily. “Hyungie? Where you goin’?” His voice was heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”

“It’s early, love. Go back to sleep. I need to go in to the studio.” I said, walking over to him to kiss him goodbye. “Come on lie back down.”

“But you were there all day yesterday.” He complained, whining slightly.

“I know, baby, I know. But all my work got deleted so I need to go back in to redo it.” I said. “And if I don’t meet the deadline then my mixtape will get pushed back even further and that wouldn’t be fair to ARMY.”

“But these songs aren’t even for your mixtape! They’re blackmailing you!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I wanna come with you.”

“Baby, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” I said, pushing his hair back out of his face.

“No it is! I could help you, and you always say two brains are better than one. We can get it done faster.” He argued, sounding determined. “And we can tell Kookie so he won’t get confused when he wakes up. We can leave him a note. Pleaseeeeee.”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. But get dressed quickly.”

Y/N POV:

I shivered under some of the clothes as I lay on the bench. I was too scared to sleep. He could appear at any moment and drag me home to give me the beating of a lifetime, and this time he could actually kill me.

Every time I heard footsteps I would freeze and not move, hoping that it wasn’t him, and that if it was, he wouldn’t see me. It was getting colder though, and I knew I would have to move in order to keep myself from getting hypothermia.

I knew there was one thing that would be able to calm me down, and it would also keep me warm. I rifled through my pockets, trying to locate my headphones. My fingers wrapped around the wire and pulled it out. I groaned. They were all tangled and knotted. I began to pick them apart, finally freeing the individual earbuds. I plugged it into my phone and scrolled through my music until I picked a song that I wanted to dance to. Spring Day. It cheered me up a lot, and I loved the dance.

The notes flowed through my body, twisting and turning to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes. My body moved like the waves in this ocean of music, bending and stretching at the crests and troughs. I loved it. As I danced, I allowed my thoughts to

I had started dance when I was three. My mother had insisted that I was going to be a prima ballerina, or a professional dancer in a company, so she had me enrolled in any kind of dance you could think of. Baby ballet, baby tap, baby jazz, baby contemporary, baby street dance, baby modern, baby music theatre. Most of my life was spent dancing. As I got older, she put me into singing, art and drama classes. I dropped some of the dance classes: tap, modern and jazz. I was happy.

Then came the arguments. My mother and father started arguing over the amount of money that was being spent on me. We were quite a well-off family, both of my parents has respectable jobs with a decent salary. Income was good, and there was even some wiggle room for nice holidays. That was, until my dad became addicted to alcohol and spent all of our savings on the drink until there was barely anything left.

My mother had to put some away secretly just to be able to pay for bills and my extra curriculars. But he found out, and that’s when the arguments started. I was eight at the time. He would accuse her of not trusting him, and she would accuse him of being an alcoholic and how that wasn’t a good environment for me to be in.

The arguing would last for at least three hours each night and would end with one of them storming out the house. Most nights it was my father - probably to get even more drunk. My mother would slam the door to their bedroom and dissolve into tears. I would hear her sobbing herself to sleep, but I was too scared to comfort her.

One day, after a year or so, my father stormed out that door and never came back. My mother said it was for the best; in my mind, though, it was my fault. I was the one who had all the dance lessons and singing lessons and drama lessons and art lessons. I was the one who was using all their money. He liked to tell me that when my mother would storm out. He also liked to hit me. When my mother found the bruises and cuts, she lost it. That was what caused the arguments to get worse.

Things got better after he left. My mother got happier, found a new boyfriend. He was nice, buying me the latest iPhone or laptop. We were all happy.

And then I met him. He was the perfect boyfriend: kind, loving, everything you would want. But that’s the thing about love. It’s blind. It would be a few months before I realised who he was behind the mask he put on everyday. I should have realised that the relationship was moving too quickly. He asked me to move in with him after we had been together for just three months. As soon as I set foot inside that house, the door locked behind me, and the key hidden somewhere I could never find it.

After a couple of weeks, the verbal abuse started. The name calling and insults and threats over something unimportant, like slightly burnt potatoes. I brushed it off as something normal. After all, it was my fault. I was the one who turned the oven up too high.

Then came the physical abuse. At first it started off as slaps and small beatings, but it eventually lead up to him getting out his belt and whacking it across my face every night before beating me up with his fists. I don’t know what exactly caused him to do it. Sometimes he said it was me looking at another man, and other times it was just because of my presence. Either way, it was my fault and I deserved them.

I tried to leave him. But he caught me, and I almost ended up in hospital from the force of his beating. My skin was mottled blue and purple for weeks. It was then I started self-harming. It was my fault.

I twirled as the song came to an end, catching sight of a figure standing in the shadow of the trees. My breath hitched in my throat. Had he found me? If he had, he was going to kill me for sure.

Yoongi POV:

Just as I had thought Tae had fallen asleep on my couch, bundled up in my hoodie about an hour after we arrived at the studio. We had already retrieved the majority of the songs though.

He had got to work immediately, perching on my lap as he sang the demo song over the backing music, which thankfully I had saved. I loved Taehyung’s voice - it was deep and sultry, which was actually something that contrasted greatly to his personality he showed in private. After we’d been working for about fifty minutes, he began to yawn, curling up and leaning against my shoulder, watching me put together the backing tracks and the vocals and moving things around to create the songs. His favourite was ‘Black Swan’.

“‘M sleepy, hyungie.” He mumbled against my collarbone.

I reached up and stroked his hair gently. “You can go and sleep on the couch. I’m almost done, baby.” He looked up at me through sleepily squinted eyes.

“You sure? I think I can stay awake a bit longer?” He said, yawning again. When he yawned he sometimes looked like a baby puppy.

“No, baby, you’re tired.” I said, rubbing his back. “Go on, do you want my hoodie?” I asked.

“Mhm.” He nodded his head. He slid off my lap and made grabby hands at my hoodie. I pulled it off, leaving me in my white v-neck top, and handed it to him. He pulled it on and lay down on the couch, closing his eyes and almost instantly falling asleep. I smiled at him fondly before turning back to my work.

I only had one song left to do - my solo song on the album. I searched through my files, only to realise that my work on it had all disappeared. I groaned and saved everything before shutting my computer down. I needed to go for a quick walk to clear my head. I turned to look at Tae, who was curled on the couch in a deep sleep. The park I would go to to clear my head is only a five minute walk away from here. I would be thirty minutes tops. He wouldn’t wake up hopefully, and if he did, I was only a phone call away.

I grabbed my extra hoodie and pulled on my jacket, gently closing the door to my studio. I walked out of the building and made my way to the park.

It was cold outside. The air bit at my exposed cheeks and nose as I walked. I pulled a mask on to insulate them. The park was calming and whenever I went there, it was quiet and if there was anyone there, they were elderly and didn’t know who I was.

I walked through the gate of the park, pushing the squeaky barrier open. It appeared deserted, which wasn’t surprising considering that it was four am. But I still kept my guard up; you never know what crackheads will be around.

I was walking through the trees towards my favourite thinking bench when I saw her. She was dancing to some very familiar choreography. I stopped in my tracks. She was a beautiful dancer. I watched, awestruck as she flawlessly twirled and flipped and turned. It was then I recognised it. It was Jimin’s choreography in Spring Day. She must be a fan. She twirled one last time and stopped, facing me. Her face twisted into a look of terror as she ran to gather her things. On the bench I noticed, was a backpack and a pile of clothes.

“Wait!” I yelled after her, chasing her to talk to her. It was clear that something was troubling her, and I wanted to help her, not caring that she was an ARMY. “Let me help you! Please!” I caught up to her at the bench, where she had slightly calmed down. As soon as we made eye contact, something strange happened. All the greyscale colours in my world that I had grown used to melted away. My eyes were filled with dark greens and blues, clearly because of the darkness, but the moonlight shone down on her.

She was breath-taking. Her hair was a shiny, vibrant, Y/H/C, and her eyes shone like Y/E/C gems. She was holding her breath in surprise, probably recognising who I was.

“You’re Min Yoongi.” She said. “You’re my soulmate. This can’t be happening.” She was shocked and confused.

But I didn’t know what to do. Now that I had found my soulmate, did that mean I had to leave the others? We had never discussed the possibility of this happening. I looked at the girl in front of me and decided that I couldn’t leave her. Not like this. She looked scared, and from the looks of things, she was homeless. I had to look after her. And I swore to myself that I would. Until the end of time.

#angst #fluff #yoongi x reader #moonlight #soulmate au #bts poly #bts ot7 #lil meow meow yoongi #switch!jin #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin

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random-bnha-aus-and-uas · 3 years

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Don’t Trust Random Portals (Crossover AU): Part 3

"I think it would be very funny if they all thought we were enemies," Wilbur said, "Plus, nothing is canon anymore, so we could have more fun adding scrapped ideas and such!" "YeeAA! Finally, all the scrapped ideas we had!" Quackity shouts, fluttering his yellow duckling wings in excitement, Karl shaking in excitement with his shapeshifting fiance and squeezing his other fiancè, Sapnap, who smiled softly at his two fiances happiness. Everyone in the room giggled at Quackity's good vibes, seeing as he made situations like these that bit more bearable.

"WAIT DOES REDSTONE WORK???" Awesamdude shouts, hoping that one of his talents was still useful and able to do what he excelled in the most. He immediately pulled out spare Redstone from his Ender chest (which worked) and started placing it down, placing a button down to activate it, as it lit up so did Sam's face. It made Quackity very happy, to say the least. Phil stretched his wings once more before asking Quackity, "Wanna properly start using these wings?" "Sure! Anyone else wanna come? Those guys might jump us at any time..." Tommy and Techno jumped in the Cadillac to go with them, Tommy just wanting to fly with Philza seeing as he's never flown before. Wilbur tagged along, changing to his more ghostly form before leaving with the rest of the Sleepy Bois and Quackity.

Philza's crow-like wings spread out and started to flap, Quackity following soon after, that was until Tommy pulled on one of Phil's sleeves asking Phil one question, "Can I go up with you?" Phil chuckled at Tommy's childlike behavior, nodding and held his arms from his elbows, soon being high in the sky with Quackity, who occasionally jabbed at Tommy's sides and taunting him. Techno and Ghostbur laughing at the trio in the sky, noticing Present Mic, or to them, a yellow cockatoo but without the grace, was approaching them, evident confusion on his face.

"My name is Present Mic... I thought none of you had quirks?" He introduced with confusion becoming more evident as he ended the question. "We don't have quirks, we have things that might be close to that though. We still don't know what counts as a quirk though..." Techno replied, trying to get information out of this man without having to talk too much. "Well..." And then Present Mic spilt those beans without much input from either of the two males. "Huh. Then if that's true, pretty much all of us have quirks!" Ghostbur exclaims, sounding more ghostly than before. "Have some Blue!" Holding Present Mic's hand, with his icy cold hands, dropping some Blue and then letting go. Mic looked down at the Blue itself, feeling all his sadness drain into the thing in his hands as the Blue got darker.

The sudden gust of wind alerted the ground bois as Tommy nearly fell after having his sides tormented by Big Q, who was laughing like a mad-man at Tommy. Phil came down like an angel with crow wings before announcing to everyone, "We should head back in and set our spawn point before mobs spawn too. It is getting late..." "Mobs?" Mic questions, looking at the older winged man. "Yeah! Zombies, creepers, spiders, skeletons? They tend to be a pain in the ass, especially in the dark, seeing as they spawn at night only." Phil answered. "...Those don't exist here unless its someones quirk doing that... You can walk around at night without worrying about that stuff." "Oh... Really? That sounds fuckin' awesome!" Tommy exclaimed, realizing that the only danger was getting mugged and not mindless mobs walking around. Phil chuckled, as the other Minecraftian men walked back into their new home.

{~Purpled PoV~}

Niki, Fundy and I were trying to bake a cake for the new home that we've found ourselves, it was strange seeing her have nearly all the resources for making a few. She even bought seeds to replant the wheat! Tubbo and her made a small farm in one of the spare rooms, bringing us down to 2 spare rooms. At least if they stop giving us free food, we could just go for a plant-based diet and survive.

The idea of depending on these strange people wasn't one everyone was comfortable with and I can understand why. After all, when you've gone through 3-4 wars, you learn that trusting people isn't always a good idea, especially when you don't know them.

The Sleepy Bois and Quackity all walked in, looking a tad bit happier than when they left as Niki's cake baking had just finished. Phil called everyone to the common room to tell us some strange news that bought us relief. "So the cockatoo guy came round to tell us something. Mobs aren't going to spawn at night, thankfully!"

The room got silent, before Dream started to laugh, who wouldn't? One of the biggest parts of our lives, the danger of night, just didn't exist? It was ridiculous! I didn't believe Phil at first until I realized that he wasn't laughing with Dream, actually, none of those that left the building was. Dream's laughter started to quieten down, nervous as he too realized that they weren't laughing with him. "You're joking, right? That's been one of the biggest parts of our lives, you have to be joking..." Techno shook his head at Dream, which causes Dream to go into creative mode. "Surely we can spawn them in though right? I refuse to believe that one of our biggest threats and chores is just gone..." And he spawned a Zombie in, which lunged at the nearest person, Punz, who kills it without hesitation.

They started talking about something related to the lack of mobs, not that I was listening anymore though. It was... Strange. To think that something as simple and normal had just... stopped existing. I looked outside, seeing the dark blanket of night slowly overcoming the field outside and lights starting to turn on near the concrete paths. It must be lovely not worrying about mobs every night when you don't have a bed or a home to hide in...

"It's getting late, we should all head to our new rooms and set spawn in there too. Good night!" Eret said, his deep voice cutting through my thoughts and clearly the conversation that conspired while I was looking outside.

I started walking to my room, passing Ponk and Jack as I headed towards my final destination for the day. Opening my door, to see that someone had redesigned some of my room, not that it looked bad, but I'd rather have a heads up before someone goes through my things... My bet is on Karl he clearly added one other colour to my already purple room, beige and a note on my makeshift desk.

"Hey, Purpled! While you were making a cake with Niki, I decided to redesign your room to make it easier to maneuver in! I hope you like the new changes! - Karl :)"

Well, I wasn't wrong, so yay me. I headed to my purple bed and lay down. Opening the chatbox one last time, to see the most comforting message anything has given me ever since we got here.

Respawn point has been set.

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pherryt · 3 years

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little things about me

Favourite colour: BLUE! Or Autumn. No, don’t try to tell me autumn isn’t a color. it really is

Currently reading: fanfics. Which, I'm never going to catch up. I’m also ‘reading’ other things - if you want to count my audiobooks. In which case, 've been listening to the Witcher books and this series @ialwayscomewhenyoucall rec’d me (Sabriel, Lirael, Abhorsen) on audible and have looked up a few more series I intend to listen to (I haven’t read the latest two Dresden files, or the newest "Others” books (Anne Bishop) and I've been wanting to reacquaint myself with the Sharing Knife series and realized ALL of those have audio books, so, YAY!

Last song: probably something by The Amazing Devil. Specifically from the Horror and the Wild Soundtrack. No! Wait! I was watching that 3 hour thing from Witchercon before I went to bed last night (i didn’t finish though), and there were spots that focused on the musicians from the games and whatever it was they were playing was probably the last song I heard - which was awesome!

Last movie: Tangled (what? don’t look at me like that. I was arting and I needed something I liked for background noise. No, I haven’t seen Black Widow yet, cause I'm supposed to watch that with the kiddo. it’s on my list. BUT if you want to know NEW stuff I've watched, I watched a ton of movies while visiting my mom - for the first time in 2 years! - last week: The Tomorrow War, the 2 new Jumanji’s, Wonder Woman 1984 and um... something else. Not Running Man. that doesn’t count. I saw that a long time ago.)

Last series: Leverage Redemption (after catching up on Loki)

Sweet, spicy or savoury: Uh... not spicy.

Craving: currently nothing. but I just had some sweet Italian sausage that was sprinkled with garlic. Yum!

tagged by @hopelessly-me

I'm supposed to tag other people but.... you do you! if you want to do this, consider yourself tagged, I'd love to get to know you too :D

#get to know you #little things #i'm rambling again #hope why did you tag me #do you really like to listen to me ramble? lol

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captain-of-the-historicfuture · 3 years

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~hello~ !! For the meta asks!: 3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, and 25 :))

Hello!! Thank you for sending these; I was really excited to see that ask game and I was hoping somebody would send some in. It still took me a while to actually answer them though, and for that I apologise. But without further ado! Some meta answers (under the cut because they ended up being fairly long, whoops):

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (Consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway.)

I thought of a few examples, but they could basically be grouped together under a common theme: whumpy/angsty scenes that were self-indulgent as all heck. The whole self-indulgent aspect often required the characters to be just the teeniest, tiniest bit OOC and/or necessitated rather unrealistic plot circumstances. So it was simply easier to keep such scenes as maladaptive daydreams, rather than trying to think of explanations for the character/plot issues…or exposing myself to judgement for them LOL.

Receiving permission to write/share one such scene anyway is an opportunity I can’t let slip by though. It might be because I’m writing this while running on zero (0) hours of sleep—let’s hear it for insomnia, y’all!—but I suddenly couldn’t remember any of my newer ideas under this category. However, I did recall a one-shot I had started writing a couple of months ago that sort of counts? “Sort of” because I could actually be arsed to write it since I was, ya know, writing it. Only got about six hundred words down though.

…should I share those six hundred words…?

………nahhh. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.

But here’s the gist of it: Coulson and May (because of course it’s Philinda) were married for quite some time before the Attack on New York. But then Coulson DiedTM and then got ResurrectedTM. But gasp of horror, he had to lose his memories of his romantic relationship with May because reasons. (I actually did have some ideas for those reasons but sshhhh this is about me yeeting context and setup.)

The first half of S1 still happens as normal (except MayWard doesn’t happen because??? Vows) and it’s now post-E20 “Nothing Personal”. The morning after (or a morning soon after, whatever) the T.A.H.I.T.I. reveal! May’s mom—who doesn’t know about GH.325 and whom May fed a cover story about Coulson divorcing her or something equally as oof, IDK—shows up at the hotel and starts ripping into Coulson for breaking her daughter’s heart, then dragging her back into the field with her ex-husband (him), then accusing her of terrible things and forcing her away again.

Poor guy’s confused as heck, and so is the team, and soon enough so is Lian. The only one who understands what’s going on is May, and she’s freaking dying off to the side like why is this happening to me and eventually everybody’s like! Explain??? (Was thinking about including something from Coulson like, “Are you still keeping things from me?” Just for that extra smidge of angst, yay!)

So yeah then May gives a, like, two-sentence debriefing that elicits more questions than answers. Coulson decides to take May aside and they have a heart-to-heart. Lots of feelings and angst and hurt/comfort and at some point plenty of kissing too. Just! May hiding her feelings for Coulson’s sake but really magnified, plus some actual apologies and consideration of the grief May’s been through on Coulson’s part.

And uhh yeah that’s basically it I dunno hdsjncjshd. I warned y’all it’s OOC, plot-bendy, and very self-indulgent!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

I don’t think I could name a single character for this. I get different things out of taking on different voices, you know? I guess recently I’ve found myself gravitating towards more taciturn and introspective points of view, like JQ from my original novel Rosewood or M. Yisbon from my…other original novel Temple.

Generally, however, I like tackling stories from an outsider’s perspective. That’s why I so rarely write my more “substantial” (serious? demanding? for lack of better words?) projects from the PoV of my “preferred” character. This usually means writing from their love interest’s perspective, but not always. With shorter fanfic, using a more removed/unconventional/niche PoV can be really fun. Like, I once wrote a canon compliant ficlet purely(-ish) about Philinda from Tony Stark’s perspective. That isn’t always sustainable with stories that demand more character development or closer character studies, however, which is why it’s a good thing I like writing drabbles!

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

My word counts tend to run long, but I usually only write one-shots for fanfic. If I’m even inspired with a novella- or novel-length story idea for a fandom, you already know I’m in deep with them. And if I actually find the motivation to plan and execute that idea? Dangg. That’s only ever happened…twice, maybe thrice, and I’m in a lot of fandoms.

At times, I wish I could go for more of a middle ground ’cause, like, you know what I love to see? An AO3 dashboard with several completed novellas for my ship/character of choice. I mean yes, I hecking love >90k fics, but sometimes I’m in the mood for quick reads…and what am I supposed to do when I burn through all the drabbles and 2k one-shots? (Besides despair and/or reread my faves desperately.) Novellas are basically always safe for me LOL, and I’d hope to be able to give as much as I take.

Ultimately though, I think I’m okay with where I am with regards to that. I wish I could write more in general, but I’d be okay with “writing more” just meaning “writing more one-shots”, ya know? More than okay, really. I have mad respect for fic writers who have, like, a hundred or more one-shots under their belt for this one ship. The fandom ecosystem would be incomplete without them (as well as every other type of writer, but sshhh that’s the type of writer I’m closest to being right now).

I’m definitely a plotter, and I definitely prefer it that way. It’s cool having such a detailed record of my process. I like feeling like a frazzled genius on the brink of a major discovery with all of my different outlines and colour coding and many drafts and various websites.

12. Do you want your writing to be famous?

Not exactly. It might be cool if my original works were recognisable in the world, but I don’t think I’d want to be recognisable. As for fanfic, I’d low-key enjoy gaining a place in that fandom’s community as a fic writer. Like someone who gave and got fic gifts from fic writer friends, who participated in challenges and GCs, who received writing prompts on Tumblr, whose name was known for doing a certain trope/genre a bunch of times… Ya know what I mean?

Unlikely to happen when I’m so hecking hesitant to publicly (i.e., outside of AO3) claim credit for my writing, but fjnskfsjhfjs. A writer can dream, right?

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

Of those three, tags are the easiest for me, for I have a reliable system for figuring out those.

Next easiest would probably be titles. For fanfiction, I like to use titles that are a quote from the source material. You should have seen all of my old Hamilton fanfic… I was really proud of some of those titles. And I don’t mean, like, whole lines—usually only two to five words. It’s a unique type of wordplay that I just love dabbling in.

And lastly, summaries. Sometimes inspiration strikes me and a snappy and intriguing synopsis just jumps out—one that I’m quietly pleased with—but most of the time I’ll spend way too long trying to think of such a synopsis and eventually just go with whatever I’d come up with so far. And live with my quiet dissatisfaction for the rest of time.

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (Plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations...?) Tell us about them!

Typically, no. If I have deleted scenes, I save and publish them separately, but that’s about it. I sometimes think of AUs for my own work and might talk about them in my author’s notes—might even talk about writing them—but I never really do anything with them.

Although…

It’s not uncommon for me to decide a plotline isn’t working for a certain story or to think of an interesting but undoable arc for a certain character, but what I’ll do is make a whole new story for those ideas. Once I’m done developing the original idea and the branched-off one, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell they grew from the same roots. Does that count?

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as (film, webcomic, animated series, etc.)?

That depends on the story. I’ve actually written stories in other mediums—movie screenplay, musical stageplay, poetry, TV show scripts, play scripts, roleplay—but the novel does tend to be my comfort zone. Sometimes, if I have an idea that I think could work, or would even work better, as another medium, I’ll label it as such in my folder of ideas and decide not to write it as a novel.

Most of the time, my non-book projects are collaborations. I’m working with five different people on six different story ideas: two webcomics, one stage musical, one anime, and two animated TV shows. Little concrete progress has been made in any of those, mind you, but they’re still fun to discuss!

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

Absolutely. But I’ve been writing stories since I was five years old, so we would hope so, huh?

I wouldn’t say my writing’s changed completely, though maybe that’s just my insider’s perspective.

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Oh gosh, I can’t believe you’d make me choose. Writing is just such a wonderful experience for me; I love just about everything to do with it. Admittedly, not all the time, but. Since that barely qualifies as an answer, however, I’ll give you this—

The endings. Not only that intense feeling of rightness when you wrap up that last sentence, but also the moments before. The adrenaline of knowing you’re almost there but you gotta push just a bit more to actually get there. And also the part right after—the real wrap-up, honestly: the revision and the editing. Heavens, I love revising and editing my work.

Which is not to say I don’t like writing it out for the first time, too—there’s nothing quite like seeing your cursor scroll to the next page, like going from a blank expanse to a Oh man, how many more lines are even going to fit on this page?, like watching that page counter tick up another number. However, there’s something cathartic about finally ironing out those problems I had to force myself to stop worrying about earlier because “just finish the first draft dangit”.

I guess that’s not really the end of the writing process, but whatever. Close enough (as fic writers are wont to say).

Another thank-you for these asks, and feel free to come back with more at any time! ;P

Send in fun meta asks for your friendly neighbourhood writer!

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A Real Sweet Guy Part 5

A biker!Bucky x shy!Reader Series

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

The reader lives on the same street as Bucky, the leader of a biker gang, which everyone in her building is afraid of, except for her. When Bucky makes a simple act of kidness to the reader, she realises she was right to not be afraid of him.

Warnings: So much fluff, loads of fluff. Mentions of disfunctional family. *SMUT*, language.

Word count: Approx 7000

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Yay part 5! I’ve been working on this for a few days. God I am in LOVE with this series urgh. I keep intending to only write short chapters but I end up diving in and writing huge parts, I think that’ll just be a constant thing. I mentioned in an earlier post that the family issues covered in this part are similar to what I experience IRL, I’m really struggling with this right now, but writing this kind of stuff into my characters is helping.

Enjoy your weekend 💕

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“Hey Wanda.” You greet her cheerfully as you sandwich your phone between your ear and shoulder to continue what you were doing. “Hey sweetie, what’s up? Hope I’m not calling at a bad time.” She replies, her voice crackling a little from the signal. “No, no, just tidying. How was your date?” You ask, collecting together your papers from the coffee table. “Oh, you know.” She tries to sound unimpressed but you can hear the excitement in her voice. “It was amazing!” Wanda giggled down the line as you held your phone properly. “Great! What did you do?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa and examining your fresh tattoo. “We went for dinner and then we went back to Steve’s place.” Wanda explained. “We might have made things official already.” She said, a hint of mischievousness in her voice. “What do you- oh.” You suddenly realised what she meant. “Was it good?” You ask, frowning at yourself, wondering if that was even a good question to ask. “What? No! That’s not what I meant!” Wanda burst out laughing. You laughed to yourself, shifting on the sofa. “No, I just meant Steve asked me to be his girlfriend, although things did get a little heated, since you’re so interested.” Wanda said matter-of-factly, letting out a little laugh at the end. “You and Bucky are getting closer, if you know what I mean.” She turns it around on you. “He asked me to be his girl, Wanda.” You grin to yourself, fiddling with your nails as you spoke. Wanda shrieked at you. “I knew it would happen sooner or later, that man is so in love with you, (Y/n).” Wanda exclaimed. A knock at the door caught your attention and you apologised to Wanda before hanging up to rush to the door.

Opening it up, you saw Bucky standing on the other side, a huge smile on his face. “Hey, doll.” Bucky greeted you. “Bucky!” You practically threw yourself into his arms, causing him to chuckle as he buried his face into your hair, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He walked you back into the apartment and closed the door with his foot, letting you go and looking down at you. “How did you get in the building?” You asked, knowing he didn’t have a key. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Bucky scoffed. You looked at him confused for a moment. “Gladys let me in, even smiled at me. No newspaper either.” Bucky chuckled at your perplexed features. “She smiled at you? And you’re sure she voluntarily let you in?” You couldn’t quite believe the shift in behaviour. Bucky laughed and nodded. “Promise I didn’t intimidate her, sweetheart.” Bucky reassured you, combing some of your hair out of the way. “Anyway, sorry to drop in unannounced, but uh.” He cut himself off, pulling his backpack off his shoulders. “I picked something up on the way home from work and I couldn’t wait to give it to you.” He beamed, unzipping the bag.

You watched in excitement as he pulled out a new leather jacket from his bag and handed it to you. It was deep cherry red, like Wanda’s with the Howling Commandos name embroidered on the back. “Here.” Bucky held it up for you, signalling for you to put it on and you slid your arms into the jacket. Bucky waited for you to adjust it so it was just right and you turned around and beamed up at him. “How does it look?” You ask. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. And badass.” He grinned, making you laugh. “You’re officially part of the crew, darlin’.” Bucky gripped your shoulders firmly. “Officially a member of the Howling Commandos.” You pecked his cheek lightly and looked down at the jacket. You moved into the bedroom to have a look at your new garment, Bucky was right behind you and you loved the way he eyed you in the mirror, his hands resting on your hips as you admired the new jacket. “Thank you so much, Bucky.” You beamed. “I can’t wait to show Wanda.” You say as you go to pull it off. “Uh-uh, you wanna go give that jacket a test run, sweetheart? Maybe drop by Stevie’s place?” Bucky suggested and you didn’t even have to think twice before saying yes.

“I feel more and more like a biker every time I see you, Bucky.” You laughed, holding his hand as he lead you down the street to his house. “Yeah? And what does it feel like to be a biker, darlin’? Cause I’m not sure even I know what that feels like.” He chuckles, leading you up his driveway to the garage door. “I guess I just feel more confident than I used to, Buck.” You sigh contently as Bucky fiddles with his keys and turns the lock. Pulling open the garage door, you smile at the sight of his beautiful Harley. “Will you teach me to ride one day?” You ask. “Sure, if that’s what you want sweetheart.” Bucky grinned at you; happy you’d even asked the question. “C’mon, lets take her for a spin and drop by Steve’s. He’s expecting me anyway.” He smiles, pinching the fabric of your jacket.

You cling to Bucky as you ride through the streets. The rush of being on the motorcycle made you smile to yourself, the low rumble beneath you that vibrated through you. You wondered what it would really feel like to drive one yourself, hopefully soon you’d find out the answer to that question. The autumnal air was cold and a little damp from the drizzle coming down, but you didn’t mind. Bucky turned the bike, taking you down a road with trees arching over the top and you looked up, admiring the changing colours. You felt at ease, free and comfortable when you rode with Bucky. It was like a momentary pause in the regular mundane parts of your life where things felt exciting and you found yourself smiling at the happiness you felt.

Eventually Bucky pulled up to Steve’s house, stopping his bike in the driveway. You’d never visited Steve’s before, but it looked like a nice house, small but cosy looking. You climbed off the back and pulled off your helmet, shaking your hair out to make it sit just how you liked and Bucky looked at you with a smile of adoration at the way you moved. He opened his mouth to say something, but the front door was swung open and Wanda burst out of the house towards you both. “(Y/n)!” She pulled you into a tight hug and you reciprocated, squeezing her tightly as you watched Steve pull Bucky into a hug, heavy back patting and shoulder clapping as they parted and Wanda moved over to greet Bucky. Steve pulled you into a one armed hug and guided you both indoors. “I’ll get some coffee going.” Steve announced, walking down the hall. “Make yourself at home.” He called back to you as Wanda pulled you into the living room and Bucky parted ways with you both to join Steve in the kitchen.

“I love your new jacket.” Wanda went behind you to examine it. “It’s just like yours.” You smile, slowly shrugging it off. “We’ll have to get you some patches to put on it, it’ll be very you in no time.” Wanda grinned, taking it from you to hang it up in the hallway. “Did you stay over last night?” You ask, looking around the living room at Steve’s décor. It was fairly simple and plain, quite minimalist, but it was nice. It still had a sleek, cosy feeling about it. “Yep, didn’t fancy going back to the trailer last night.” She sighed. “You live in a trailer park?” You ask, looking across at her questioningly. “Yeah, on the other side of town, Piet and I live there.” She smiled to herself. “Just have some real asshole neighbours.” She rolled her eyes. “They get drunk, make a lot of noise every night. Steve keeps offering to intimidate them but I have a feeling that’ll just make it worse.” Wanda scoffs as you both sit down on the sofa. “But other than them, I love our trailer. It’s small but nice and Piet and I have always been together. I think Steve understands that where I go, Pietro goes too.” Wanda smiles.

“You got any close family?” She asks as you lean back against the sofa cushion. “Not really. Well I do, we just don’t talk. We never really got along but I just contact a couple of years ago when things got too much.” You sighed, remembering the drama before you’d left home. “Sometimes I miss having parental figures in my life, other times I feel like I’m still not over the pain they caused and I remember why I moved away.” You reminisced. “Sometimes I get jealous of people when they talk about their families, how great their mum’s are and how much time they spend with them.” You sigh. “I get that. My parents died when Piet and I were young, we’ve been supporting each other ever since. I get jealous of people with families too.” Wanda leaned against you. Both of you had a lot more similarities than you first thought. It was nice, having someone who really seemed to understand some of what you felt.

Your conversation drops when Bucky and Steve enter the room, putting mugs down on the coffee table and sitting in the armchairs opposite you and Wanda. “What are our girls talking about?” Steve asked, a smirk on his lips as you and Wanda reach for your drinks. “Mm, just family stuff.” Wanda wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it so openly, keeping the details small as she lifted her mug to her lips. Steve nodded, giving you both a sympathetic smile, knowing it likely wasn’t something you wanted to both share right now. “Buck and I were thinking about going out tomorrow, like a double date or somethin’.” Steve pitches their idea and Wanda smiles, looking over at you and giving you a questioning look. “Sure, sounds like fun.” You nod and smile, Wanda looking pleased with your response as she sips on her drink. “There’s a fun fair opening up tomorrow night.” Bucky suggested, to which everyone agreed was a good place to go on your date.

“Absolutely not, Barnes.” Wanda huffed. “I already coined (Y/n) tomorrow morning.” Wanda crossed her arms in fake offence, Bucky chuckling at her. “You did?” You ask, giggling a little at her defensive reaction. “Well I was going to.” She admitted quietly, hoping Bucky wouldn’t hear. “I wanted to go shopping with you, maybe introduce you to Pietro.” Wanda said excitedly. “Okay, but all I wanted to do was invite my girl over for breakfast, can I at least have her for breakfast? Well not for breakfast, you know what I mean.” Bucky stumbled over his words making Steve choke on his coffee, receiving a sharp slap to the shoulder from Bucky. “Suuuure.” Steve smirked, snickering to himself. “Steve.” Bucky hissed, looking at him angrily while you and Wanda tried to stifle your laughter. “And then we go on our date.” Wanda tried to defuse the situation. “Busy day for you, (Y/n).” Steve said, laughter still in his voice as he restrained himself, Bucky nudging him in the arm with his elbow.

Not long after you finished your drinks and Bucky and Steve had bickered sufficiently, Bucky drove you home. You spent your evening alone in your flat, enjoying your usual pastimes, receiving the odd message from Wanda or Bucky throughout the evening. You eventually head to bed, messaging Bucky goodnight and smiling to yourself in the darkness of your bedroom as you see his last message of the night pop up.

Goodnight, doll. Sleep well, I’ll see ya in the morning. I love you xx

“Do you think that’s what makes me scary?” Bucky asks, looking down at his metal arm as you munch on the pastries he’d bought for both of you. “What? No!” You cry, grabbing his metal hand. “But sweetheart, you’re different, somehow I didn’t scare you but everyone else in that building is terrified of me.” Bucky whined. “Apparently Gladys isn’t anymore.” You quirk a brow before taking another bite of your pastry. “I mean you said she smiled at you yesterday when you came up to my apartment.” You said through a mouthful. “Mm.” Bucky nodded, chewing and swallowing. “Did you say something to her?” He asks, reaching for his mug. “Perhaps.” You shrug, remembering telling her you didn’t think she was as scared of Bucky as she claimed to be. “I might’ve told her something.” You smirk, popping the last of your pastry in your mouth. “You intimidated her?” Bucky looked at you wide eyed. You almost choked on your pastry when you laughed, shaking your head. “Me? Intimidate someone? I don’t think I’m even able to make an intimidating face.” You scoff. “But no, I just told her I thought she wasn’t as scared of you as she made it look, guess I was right.” You shrug, downing the last of your juice. “Aw, c’mon, I’m sure you could be intimidating, sweetheart.” Bucky smiled playfully. “I severely doubt that, Buck.” You scoff, shaking your head. “But back to your original question, I don’t think your arm scares people.” You grip his metal hand, squeezing it gently. “Even if it does, what does it matter? Your friends aren’t scared of it. It’s not like it has a mind of it’s own.” You smooth your fingers over the silver plates, watching them whir and move underneath your touch. “Besides, it’s hot.” You mumble, blushing when you realise you’d just said that out loud. For god’s sake. What is it with you and saying things out loud? Bucky pauses, lowing his mug from his lips and looks at you with a cheeky smile. “What was that, sweetheart?” He asked, turning on the charm with his velvety, deep voice. You drop your face into your hand. Bucky reaches forwards, curling his metal fingers around your wrist and gently pulling your hand away from your features. “You think it’s hot, huh?” He gives you a huge grin. “Is that it, sweetheart?” Bucky asks playfully, his metal thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip as you avoid eye contact. The doorbell rings and you breathe a sigh of relief when Bucky immediately jumps up to get the door.

“Enjoy your breakfast, Barnes?” Wanda’s playful tone makes you giggle as you walk down the hall towards them, pulling on your boots. “It was delicious.” Bucky says matter-of-factly, smirking down at you as you grab your new jacket and pull it on. “Take care of her.” Bucky points at Wanda with a straight face. Wanda holds up her hands in surrender. “Just taking her shopping Barnes, ain’t anything dangerous about that.” She smiles. “Except for my imminent loss of money.” You mumble from behind Bucky, eliciting a laugh from them both as you grab your backpack and move to the door, wrapping your arms around Bucky. Bucky captures your lips with his, kissing you deeply with a hunger you’ve not experienced from him before and you slowly break away from him, dropping back flat on your feet from your toes. “See you later.” Bucky winks at you and you practically melt, giggling awkwardly as you feel yourself blush. Wanda grabs your hand and pulls you out of the front door, both of you shouting goodbye to Bucky on your way out.

It was later in the day when you and Wanda were dropped off at Bucky’s house by Pietro. You’d had a good morning together and ate out for lunch, the three of you having casual but good conversations. It was nice to have finally met Pietro, the twin that Wanda seemed to adore so much. You could see how much love they had for each other and it warmed your heart, seeing siblings so close. You kept thinking back to your conversation with Wanda the previous day about how you sometimes get jealous of other families. You weren’t jealous of her; you were more happy for her than anything that she had Pietro in her life, that she still had some family. Maybe you envied that, but not in a bad way.

“Thanks for driving us.” You talk into Pietro’s shoulder as you hug him goodbye. “Anytime.” He smiles, letting go and pulling Wanda in for a big hug. You leave them to it and walk up the pathway to the front door where Bucky waits for you, leaning against the doorframe. “Hey sweetheart.” He grins at you, opening his arms for you. You walk into his arms, wrapping yourself around him and breathing in his scent. The warm, cosy smell of woody, spicy cologne tickling your senses and you hum in happiness as Bucky squeezes you, backing into the house with you slowly. “How was your shopping trip?” He asks, letting go of you and motioning down at the bags in your hand. “Good, got some new clothes, a few other things.” You smile, trying to keep yourself from grinning. You’d bought some new sexy red lingerie, but you’d hidden the bag away in the hopes that you could keep Bucky from knowing until later.

A few hours later, you had since changed into your new lingerie, hoping to surprise Bucky later and hung out with everyone until the time came for your date. You climbed onto the back of Bucky’s bike, watching as Wanda shared Steve’s bike too and you both set off, Bucky following Steve through the busy rush hour streets. Eventually you all arrived at the fun fair. You appeared to be the only four bikers in sight, though there were plenty of children who stared at the four of you as you drove in, both in awe and slight fear of the leather clad group.

You took Bucky’s hand as you walked towards the entrance, he rummaged around in his jeans pocket and pulled out a handful of change. “Sure you don’t want me to pay, I probably have some notes in my bag.” You offer, reaching for the strap of your bag. “No, no, I got it doll.” Bucky smiled, pulling out the notes he’d been looking for and dropping the change back in his pocket. Bucky handed the notes over at the entry booth, handing you a very old fashioned style ticket and you slotted the paper neatly away in your phone case with the intention of keeping it as a keepsake.

“What did you do today, Buck?” You ask, looking up at him as the two of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel. “Went to see my ma and sister and hung out a bit with Stevie.” He smiled when he mentioned his family and you let out a deep sigh. “Everything alright, darlin’?” Bucky asked, his features softening as he looks down at you. “Yeah.” You nod, trying to sound convincing, but you can see from the knowing look on his face that Bucky sees right through you. Taking a deep breath, you hold his metal hand in yours and look straight ahead. “Hey, you can tell me anything sweetheart.” Bucky reassures you, his hand squeezing yours. “It’s just family stuff, Buck.” You huff, squeezing your eyes shut. “What do you mean?” Bucky’s voice was soft and gentle, not at all judgemental. “I just feel like everyone has at least some family. I don’t have anyone, not after I cut contact with them. It’s so hard and some days I get really overwhelmed.” You explain, looking over at a little girl with her father, giggling away at something funny he said. Bucky puts his arm around you as you step forwards in line and pulls your head against his shoulder. “It’s alright sweetheart. I know it ain’t the same, but we’re your family. God you should hear what Stevie tells me about Wanda’s ramblings about how much she loves you.” He chuckles. “And hey, maybe if you want, I can introduce you to my ma and my sister, I’m sure they’d love you just as much.” Bucky squeezes you and you smile up at him. “Do you really think so?” You ask. “Absolutely, doll. They already love the sound of you, told ‘em all about you today and they loved your cookies. I saved a few and took them over.” Bucky beamed at you and you giggled, blushing.

You were both ushered into the Ferris wheel, the bar in front of you pushed down by the attendant at the front of the line and you slowly started to ascend. “What does your mum think of you bringing home a girl like me?” You ask, looking out at the fun fair as you get a little higher up. “What do ya mean, a girl like you? You’re somewhere between cute shy neighbour and badass biker, don’t really think there’s a label for that, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckles. “I’d side more with shy neighbour.” You shrug, smiling as Bucky’s arm finds its way around your shoulders and he brings you close. “Stop selling yourself short darlin’, thought you said you felt more like a biker earlier.” He smirks at you, poking you in the side and you remember very distinctly saying you felt more confident. “I get it thought, sweetheart, life ain’t easy.” Bucky sighs. “But, we do have each other. I’m gonna be here for you no matter what, alright?” He assures you pulling you closer. “Now, if we don’t kiss when we reach the top of this wheel, I’m gonna make you queue again.” Bucky jokes and you let a string of giggles pass through your lips. Turning your head to face Bucky, you both slowly lean in, your lips brushing against each other, you start moving your soft lips against his, revelling in his leathery, woody smell, the way his stubble scratches against your soft skin, his long strands of hair that hang loose from his bun that tickle the side of your face. The way his leather jacket creaks slightly as Bucky moves his hand up to caress your cheek so gently with his thumb. Your tongues touch, ever so lightly and you slowly deepen the kiss, your hands finding their way inside of his jacket and running up his toned chest and reaching around the back of his neck, your fingers gently slipping across his hair, digging in a little and you receive a low growl from Bucky. You slowly part, your eyes meeting his as he tucks some of your hair out of the way. “I might just have to make us queue again if you’re gonna kiss me like that, darlin’.” Bucky breaks the silence, causing you to giggle at his remark.

“Jesus, what took you so long? You were supposed to meet us ten minutes ago!” Steve exclaimed, walking towards you and Bucky with Wanda at his side, grinning at you knowingly. “Sorry, we just really wanted to ride the Ferris wheel again.” Bucky smirked down at you. “Oh suuuure.” Steve rolls his eyes playfully. “No, really Steve, we did.” Bucky insisted, a wide smile on his lips as he playfully squared up to his best friend. “Whatever man, but you kept me waiting and I’m hungry.” Steve whined.

The four of you ate dinner together. You’d managed to find an empty bench to sit on but there wasn’t much room, so you resorted to sitting on Bucky’s lap while you ate, which he didn’t seem to mind at all. When you were finished eating, Bucky pulled you closer to him on his lap, making you relax against him with your arm around his shoulder as you faced Steve and Wanda. “You two doing anything tonight?” Bucky asks, looking over at Steve. Neither of them say anything but judging by the look shared between Wanda and Steve, followed by the little smirk playing on Steve’s lips, you have an idea of what they plan to do. “C’mon, let’s go on a few more rides before it gets late.” Steve breaks the moment, leaping up from the bench.

All four of you wander around the fair, going on rides together and chatting amongst yourselves. Bucky and Steve decide to compete at duck shooting to see who can win something first and you and Wanda walk off to the arcade to leave the boys to their competition. As you’re walking, you see a photobooth and gasp dramatically, taking Wanda’s hand and pulling her along with you to the booth. “Lets get some photos.” You motion at the booth and Wanda excitedly agrees. You feed a note into the machine and the two of you get in and take some photos together. There’s a few silly ones, but most of them were mainly photos of the two of you together laughing and smiling and hugging each other. While you waited for the photos to print, Wanda waved the boys over, who were clearly very deep in an argument.

“I’m telling you, that game is rigged, I tried five times and shot perfectly and nothing happened.” Steve scoffed. “No way, if it was rigged, how’d I manage to win both girls some stuff, huh? Maybe you’re just bad at it Steve.” Bucky poked his friend in the chest as they approached. “For you.” Bucky handed Wanda one of the two small stuffed bears he’d won. “And for my sweetheart.” Bucky gave you a sweet smile as he handed you the little brown bear and you reached up on your toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Bucky.” You say sweetly to him and he grins at your excitement. “Aw, you two took photos without us?” Steve frowns, seeing you holding onto the photo strips and grabbing your wrist to pull your hand up so he can see them. “That one is cute.” He points at a photo of you and Wanda leaning against each other, laughing at the joke you told her, your noses scrunched up a little and your grins were wide and infectious. “Yeah, but this one is cuter.” Bucky positions your hand so he can see better, pointing at a photo of you and Wanda with your arms around each other, smiling widely but looking at each other instead of the camera. The contrast of two very large, burly bikers clad in leather being complete softies really warmed your heart and you giggled at their antics. “C’mon, I wanna get some with you, darlin’.” Bucky smiled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his fistful of change.

The four of you had played a game of musical photobooth, first it was you and Bucky, then Wanda and Steve and then Steve wanted photos with Bucky and then you all used the last of your spare change and squeezed all four of you into the booth somehow and got photos of all of you together, despite the slightly uncomfortable positions you had to stand in to get them, but it was so worth the photos that were printed afterwards.

You had made your way back to the bikes and said goodbye to Wanda and Steve, the pair of them leaving fairly soon after you arrived in the parking lot. “So co-pilot, where to?” Bucky asks, leaning against his bike, his hands resting on the curve of your waist under your jacket. “I could drop you at your place or we could go to mine, have a dance maybe?” Bucky suggested. “I would love a dance.” You smile as Bucky hands you your helmet and you push your hair away to slide it on your head.

Bucky takes you the long way home to enjoy the hilltop view like you had the other night when he’d asked you to be his girl. You spent a little quiet time up there admiring the stars and occasionally chatting as you leant against Bucky who leant against his bike with his arms wrapped securely around you. He eventually took you back to his house where you’d left all of your shopping from earlier in the day.

Bucky poured you both some drinks, trying to make them as fancy as possible while you picked out a record to listen to. You ended up picking out a record that was a mix of artists from the 40s and 50s and soon the living room was filled with the delightful and carefree sounds of swing music. You both enjoyed your drinks for a while, chatting about anything that came to mind before Bucky got up and held out his hand for you to take. You looked up into his bright blue eyes, he looked at you so softly, with such a sweet gaze. “Care to take this dance?” Bucky asked. You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet. You let him guide you into a dance, you had absolutely no idea what you were doing, but you didn’t really need to with Bucky making the movements for you and guiding you into it.

“It’s funny, all those times I’d walk by your house on my way to work in the mornings, seeing you and Steve outside talking on your bikes, I never thought that you would be so romantic.” You reminisced to the days where you would see Bucky and have a mental battle about how attractive you thought he was but restrained yourself since everyone told you he was so dangerous. “You thought wrong, sweetheart.” Bucky twirled you around, his hand resting on your waist. “I always thought you were cute, you never seemed to look at us the way the others do, always seemed so curious, the little smile you’d always have when you’d see us.” Bucky smirked. “And when you’d sit out on your balcony. I bet you thought you were bein’ real sneaky, but I knew you were watching us from behind your book.” Bucky looked down at you through hooded eyes. “Aw, I thought I was being inconspicuous.” You feign offence, pouting a little at him. “No way doll, can’t fool me.” He chuckled. “I used to sit out on my porch just to watch you back during the summer.” Bucky went on, letting out a little huffed laugh. “Sometimes I’d wonder what it would be like to be with such a sweet, shy looking girl such as yourself.” He combed some of your hair out of the way as he swayed you from side to side. “I had a girlfriend who was a biker chick, through and through. Tough as nails. She was hot, liked a lot of kinky things, she was feisty and fun, but she wasn’t for me.” Bucky shook his head, a smile on his face as he spoke. “She didn’t want to be loved, she’d drop in and out of my life as she pleased without giving a damn. I just wanted someone to love.” Bucky sighed. “Think I found her, though.” He smirked, squeezing you tightly. “I love you.” You gently brushed your fingers across his cheek, reaching to fiddle with a few of his loose strands of hair. “I love you too.” Bucky leaned into your touch, letting you gently pull his hair tie out, carding your hand through his thick, long hair. He almost purred when you tugged on it a little and gently dragged your fingers across his scalp.

“God, sweetheart, you’ve been driving me crazy all day.” Bucky breathed, his lips pressing gently up against your cheek. “The kiss this morning had me thinkin’ about you all day.” Bucky trailed his kisses down your jawline to the base of your neck. “And Christ, the way you kissed me on the Ferris wheel. Jesus doll, you have me wrapped around your little finger.” He admitted, darting his tongue out against your tender skin, his hot breath against your neck coupled with the soft but passionate kisses had your heart beating like crazy. “Tell me if you want to stop.” Bucky whispered, his hands trailing up your sides and back down again. God were you glad you’d changed into your new lingerie earlier. “Please don’t stop.” You said breathlessly as Bucky gripped your thighs and pulls you up against him, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “How about we take this upstairs?” Bucky asked as you leaned in, hovering your lips close to his, your breath mingling and you locked eyes with him, nodding enthusiastically.

Bucky carried you upstairs, careful not to trip and taking it slow since you wanted to kiss him so badly on your way up. Bucky gently laid you down on the bed, kissing you with a deep hunger, but still so gentle with you. You hooked your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulled it slowly, silently asking permission and Bucky let you lift his shirt, taking over and pulling it off fully. His chest was ripped with muscle, you knew he was strong and worked out often, but you didn’t quite expect this level of chiselled muscles. “Holy shit.” You breathed out, running your fingers along his defined abs and up over his pecs. Bucky let out a low, grumbly chuckle in reaction, he didn’t even seem to mind when you traced your fingers along the intense scaring where his metal arm met his skin.

Bucky tugged at your top and you let him pull it off you, revealing the bright red lacey bra you were wearing underneath. Bucky paused to look at you, his breath hitching a bit as his gaze trailed over you. He reached behind and undid the back of your bra and you let it slowly slide down your arms before it got dropped somewhere on the floor. You watched as Bucky examined you with such adoration in his eyes. “Sweetheart, you are gorgeous.” He murmured, reaching up to cup your breast and kneading it, gently plucking your nipple between his fingers. “Now, I believe you said my metal arm was hot this morning.” His demeanor changed, voiced deep and gruff and laced with lust. “Mind if I use it?” He asks, tilting his head up and looking down at you through hooded eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as his metal fingers brushed your cheek. “Please do.” You say breathlessly and shiver with excitement as he delicately curves a pathway down to your hard nipples, taking one of them between his metal fingers, pinching and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb, a symphony of gasps and little moans slipping out between your lips makes Bucky’s erection twitch and he revels in the delight of making you feel good.

“I gotta taste you, doll, please?” Bucky practically begged you, not that he needed to ask more than once. You nodded and let him pull your jeans down, leaving you just in your matching red lacey panties. “Did you wear these just for me?” Bucky asks, a smug smile on his lips. “Just for you, Bucky.” You pant as his metal fingers brush over your clothes mound. “I love them.” He chuckles, admiring them for a moment longer before sliding them down your legs. Bucky gently pushes your legs apart and you can feel his hot breath against your aching pussy as he takes you in. “God, you are so beautiful, sweetheart.” He whispers before leaning in and pressing a few soft kisses to your thighs and the edges of your lips. The pool between your legs getting bigger and you can feel the heat intensifying as he teases you. Bucky runs his cool metal fingers through your slit, the sound of your slick makes him smile as you watch him gently circle his finger around your clit. He slowly moves in, hot breath fanning against your clitoris, making you whine impatiently as he drags it out longer before his tongue finally touches you and you gasp at the contact.

Bucky licks a stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit and giving you copious amounts of attention right on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan out as he flicks his velvety tongue around, circling and drawing lazy shapes with it, varying the intensity and movements to see what you seemed to like the most. You let a lengthy moan drag out of your lips as he sucked on your clit, his tongue flicking across it as he does, intensifying the feeling, making you extremely sensitive. You Bucked into him as he used his finger to work your clit for a few moments, making you pant and let out the odd whine. “Gonna make you cum sweetheart.” Bucky whispered before diving back in, eliciting a cry of pleasure, his hand flying up to tease your nipple. His tongue sped up, the movements becoming more intense and you clitoris started to throb, the overload of sensitivity and pleasure building up more and more as your core tightened and Bucky pressed into you a little more, making you gasp and cry out in pleasure, hanging you right on the edge of your orgasm. Bucky swirled his tongue around, increasing the intensity even more and you panted heavily before your orgasm rushed through you and you let out a guttural moan, letting him ride you through the waves of your climax. You shuddered as you came down from your high and shook a little when Bucky passed his tongue over your clitoris one more time.

“Bucky.” You reach for him, palming at his jeans and Bucky grins down at you, a flustered mess on him bed, panting, legs writhing from the rush of pleasure and you keened for him, for the friction between your legs. Bucky let you fumble with his jeans buttons for a moment before he gently brushed your fingers away and did it for you. You capture Bucky’s lips in a kiss as he slowly pushes his jeans down and steps out of them and you pull away, pushing his boxers down and immediately admiring his length. You hand goes to grip him, his erection twitching at the sudden contact and you hummed a little before leaning in, pumping him a few times. You make eye contact with him as you lap up the drops of precum on his head, Bucky’s eyes rolling back at the sensation of your tongue on him. You take him into your mouth, your tongue circling his head each time you go up, working him every which way as you took his deep, dragging his tip against the roof of your mouth, causing Bucky to let out a low moan before he gently grabs at you and pulls you up. “I wanna feel you around me, sweetheart.” Bucky murmurs, his fingers resting under your chin as he wipes away the excess saliva that glistened on your lower lip. You smile up at him and let Bucky take you into his arms, positioning you on your back.

Bucky ran the tip of his length up and down your slit for a moment before slowly pushing into your entrance. You gasp at the stretch and Bucky gives you a moment for your muscles to adjust to his size. “Holy shit, doll.” Bucky panted out as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. “God, you feel so good.” He whispered. You bucked into him, signalling for him to go faster and Bucky quickly understood, thrusting into you with a bit more speed and force, but not too much, he didn’t want to hurt you. You grabbed at his metal hand and Bucky smiled sweetly down at you as he brushed his metal knuckles along your cheek. Bucky slowly started to speed up his thrusts, letting out deep grunts with each one. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with your laboured breaths were the only sounds filling the room as you gripped his large biceps, squeezing gently as your walls fluttered around him. “God, sweetheart you feel so good.” Bucky groaned out, thrusting a little faster, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He positioned himself to hit your g-spot just right and you whined and moaned when he hit it with each thrust. You gasped with pleasure as each stroke got your closer and closer to an orgasm. “C’mon doll, let go, I’m right behind you sweetheart.” Bucky encouraged you. With a few more thrusts, your orgasm rolled through you and you cried out, panting and gasping, soft moans leaving your lips as Bucky followed, his climax shuddering through him and you felt his muscles clench and then loosen, his arm whirring, the plates shifting erratically as he came and they slowly calmed down as he came down from his orgasm.

You both got cleaned up before you rested next to each other in bed under the covers, absolutely exhausted from your day. “Sweetheart, that was amazing.” Bucky broke the silence, looking over at you. “You’re amazing.” He added, a smile curving on his lips as he spoke. “You were so good.” You whined out, your clitoris throbbing at the memory of him working you so well. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that.” You admit. “Never?” Bucky sounds astonished at this new information. “I had my first time with my last boyfriend, he was somewhat experienced before we got together, but he never cared much for my pleasure, only his own.” You sighed. Bucky let out a humph and propped himself up on his elbow. “In this relationship, your pleasure is extremely important.” Bucky said seriously, his tone was steady and he looked you in the eyes, honesty apparent in his look. “Your comfort, pleasure and wellbeing are always extremely important, understand sweetheart?” Bucky asked, his voice softened as he spoke, gently tucking some hair behind your ear. You hum and nod at him, smiling at his care for you. Bucky reached in and gently kissed you lips before moving up and kissing your forehead. “Get some sleep, darlin’.” He smiled softly at you, opening his arms for you to cuddle with him and you leant into his embrace, resting your head against his chest. “I love you.” He whispers in your ear. “I love you too.” You smile up at him, feeling him press his lips against your head.

You slowly drift off to sleep in his protective and calming embrace, feeling utterly relaxed and well cared for. You’d never felt such love from someone before, but it felt so damn good.

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yaI was tagged by: @inappropriatefangirlneeds thank you very much, hopefully these answers are as detailed as yours, feel free to tag me anytime.

If I were a month, I’d be : I have a soft spot for December cause it’s my birth month but, October also has a place in my heart. I love Halloween. My problem is that I love American weather assigned to months. December is Summer in Australia but I love the idea of Winter December and snow. October in my country is Spring so allergy season and also what we call swooping seasons. I adore the ideas of falling orange leaves, pumpkins and soft greens. I think the slight chill in the air and softer colour palette match the kind of month I’d be. So, in short I’d be American Autmn.

If I were a flower, I’d be: I’ve always adored blue and purple flowers so I’ve been researching flower meanings and also considering the general look of the flowers themselves. So far I appreciate Forget-Me-Nots for their well fairly obvious meaning (remembering those we love who are lost). Cornflowers are my favoutire minecraft flower but the historical association with Nazi’s have kind of pushed me away from picking this one. I evetually decided that based on the meaning of the flower I’d be a blue rose (not a natural rose colour), meaning “ mystery, the impossible, or the unattainable”. As for looks I’d be a midnight plum mini calla lily, which is said to symbolise fertility, faithfulness and the part I like rebirth. Best of all the website I used told me that blue roses and midnight plum calla lillies compliment each other.

If I were an album, I’d be : I have a wide taste in music but I’d say I’d be a dramatic/depressing album, maybe with some hopeful songs but not many. I’m torn between Your City Gave Me Asthma by Wlbur Soot, which while I’m not completely in love with all the songs on that album the general soft vibe matches what I want to acheive and also any Cavetown album, I’m leaning towards Sleepyhead but literally Aminal Kingdom and Lemonboy also call to me.

If I were a mineral, I’d be : I was intending to do a lot more research but, one caught my eye almost immedietly with both the meaning, the historical significance as well the meaning amonst those who deal with crystals and the look of the gem itself. Technically it’s not a mineral but a rock but, I’m putting it down anyway. The most common term for them are apache tears, which are rounded pebbles of obsidian. Spiritually they are apparently used for overcoming depression, bringing greif to the forfront to be dealth with and allows people to reach a “state of self-realization”. Historically they are named for a tribe of Native Americans who rather then be captured ran after losing a battle, rode their horses off a cliff.

If I were a sound, I’d be : the gasping breath before a sob

If I were a colour, I’d be : #7f1734 ‘Claret’ A deep shade of red that pairs well with darker colours or greys. Interestingly enough my shade and colours I associate with my friends don’t quite fit but neither do any of their colours with the others and yet I love that.

If I were a drink, I’d be : Something cherry flavoured that’s an acquired taste. If I were an alchohol I’d be, not by choice but if I just were one, I’d be sambuca (a strong flavour that only certain people like).

If I were a fruit, I’d be : I was stuck reading into fruit appearing in myths but I’ll settle for plum.

If I were a quote, I’d be : I don’t remember a lot of quotes particularly long ones. have a bad memory. I’d like to say I’d be a Pride and Prejudice quote but I don’t think I’m worthy of Austin. I was trying to think of a suitable fandom quote maybe “It was never meant to be” from the Dream smp or “I don’t want to go” from Doctor Who but I think I’ll pick a song lyric. Of course I went straight to Cavetown. “ I wanna make a colour that no one else has seen before. I wanna be so much more.” This is the one that I picked. Though there are so many. He just makes me feel things, sometimes I am so calm listening to him but then sometimes I’m balling my eyes out.

If I were a television series, I’d be : I want to pick a good one but I don’t think I’m worthy. Maybe a non problematic Gotham but that’s just me projecting. Actually maybe I’d be ‘I Am Not Okay With This’, a beautiful show cancelled for budget cuts after covid but has beautiful representations of mental health, non toxic masculinity and lgbt teens. I think I’d be something that has brillaint gay characters at the very least because that’s very important to me.

If I were a movie, I’d be : Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It’s brilliant and just my niche.

If I were a fashion brand, I’d be : Probably a really cheap one that makes sizes for bigger people cause I know the pain of nothing pretty ever fitting.

If I were a mythological creature, I’d be : I love Medusa but creature wise I’d be Bastet from Merlin. I’ve been obsessed with the winged panther creature for years. here’s what Gaius says about the species “ The writers of old called this creature a Bastet. A monster of nightmare that inhabits the twilight world between the living and the dead”.

If I were a taste, I’d be : An acquired one

If I were a scent, I’d be : Sweet and floral, just enough to entice someone into asking about it but not overly sickly sweet

If I were a fabric, I’d be : I want to say silk but I think I’d be leather or velvet. Like the pretty leather that one can make pants out of.

If I were a body part, I’d be : Back cause I carry a lot of stress

If I were a song: This is difficult. I might pick a Cavetown song but I lean towards She by Dodie Clark. I do like many Cavetown songs but I’ll put down Fool (I am currently listening to it and I just adore it both lyric wise and music wise). Idk either I’d be song about anxiety or being closeted.

If I were a god/goddess, my four attributes would be : Comfort (I’d want to be Goddess who is there for the vunerable and able to both provide and inspire comfort in self), Attachments (I’d like people to pray for strong platonic attachments to people and animals), Anxiety (I’m a firm believer in the devine having positive and negative traits, I feel like this is a defining traits and the opposite of comfort but that doesn’t mean that people can’t take aspects like overanalysing.) and my final trait would be loss (the other foil to my trait. When to let go of attachments and dealing with loss whether death or other causes).

So, that’s me.

I’d like to tag (feel free not to do it): @marcceh , @leafenclaw , @yanderebeat

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orphanage-body · 4 years

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about me tag 🏷 💕

I was tagged by @bisexualadamparrish, thanks :D

who are you named after? No one for my first name (even tho a lot of people ask me “like the singer?” when they hear my name for the first time (I share my first name with a quite famous belgian singer)), but my middle name is my mom’s first name.

last time you cried? about two weeks ago, yay

do you like your handwriting? Naaah. I give a bad name to lefties, cause my handwriting looks like the one of a 9-year-old. I’d like to change it but can’t be bothered to work on that.

do you still have your tonsils? yup. What’s this question tho?

would you bungee jump? Well, it’d take a lot of courage and convincing, but I think I’d try it, yeah.

what is your favorite kind of cereal? I’ve been eating kellogg’s extra for almost every breakfast for the past two years, so, yeah.

do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Yup, always. I don’t understand how people manage to take their shoes off without untying them. And how do they put them back on?

do you think you’re strong willed? For things important to me, yeah, I think, but otherwise I generally go with the flow.

favorite ice cream? I’d say banana, but apart from ice cream stores I’ve never seen banana ice cream at the mall... Easier to find coconut or chocolate.

what is the first thing you notice in a person? Uuhhhh idk. Maybe if they’re outgoing or shy?

football or baseball? I’m not a sports girl soooo neither? Also football is the national sport here in France, but it bores me. And baseball is not really a thing here. The only sports I could watch without changing the channel are probably athletics and ice-skating.

what color pants are you wearing? some kind of pink-salmon thing

last thing you ate? sheep’s cheese and bread. Damn that’s probably the frenchiest answer ever

what are you listening to? Right now, nothing. And in general, I haven’t listened to something new in a while, so my phone is on shuffle a lot.

if you were a crayon what colour would you be? No idea, purple is my favourite colour so let’s go with that.

what is your favorite smell? I just baked muffins today so rn I’d say the smell of cake in the oven

who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom, this afternoon.

married? Nope

hair color? Brown. I did some red henna during lockdown so it had some red/ginger reflection, but it’s faded now

eye color? green 💚

favorite food to eat? Tartiflette (also a very french answer), or my mom’s lasagna.

scary movies? No thank youuuu

last movie you watched in a theatre? Oh damn, it was so long ago I can’t remember... Luckily I keep my theater tickets and. Oh. It’s The Lion King “live action”, back in august. Yikes.

And I’m tagging no one cause I’m lazy, but feel free to do it if you wanna!

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magicallygrimmwiccan · 5 years

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A Falling Star Fell From Your Heart

Summary: ... and landed in my eyes. Ethan is new to town for a couple months and has an issue: he might be in love with his best friend. Written for Pride Month Day 1: Demisexual!

Notes: Happy Pride Month Guys! Also, all the sexuality prompts are in the same verse, so if you're wondering about Logan, Virgil, Patton, or Roman, don't worry, you'll see :) Hope you guys enjoy!

Ethan sighed and tugged off his motorcycle helmet, shaking out his unruly blonde-tipped curls as he walked into school. He still felt like an outcast despite going here for at least two months, but he didn’t very much mind that. He only needed a couple close friends, and he had those.

“E-ethan! How are you doing today?” Logan’s voice called as Ethan walked up to the locker they shared. Ethan snored and pushed his bangs out of his face, taking a good look at his nerdy best friend and contemplating the feeling that hadn’t left whenever he did that for the past month. He was pretty certain it was love.

“I’m great, traffic was nice this morning.” He paused. “Is that a new sweater?”

“O-oh! Yes it is. Patton made it for me,” Logan replied, tugging at the dark blue argyle sweater vest a bit. Ethan smiled; he’d heard a lot of good things about Patton and couldn’t wait to meet him, even if Logan had warned him it might not be the best idea.

“He did a good job,” Ethan simply replied, sliding his helmet into his area of the locker before grabbing out his binder and notebooks for morning classes. “So are you free after school?”

“Oh, um… Roman wanted to take me shopping…” Logan mumbled, staring at his hands. Ethan laughed and ruffled his hair, dislodging the perfectly gelled strands and causing Logan to squeak.

“That’s perfectly fine, Logan. We can hang out this weekend?” Ethan offered, turning a bit to head to Physics as the five minute bell rang for class. Logan nodded, a soft smile crossing his lips.

“I… would love that.” With that, Ethan and Logan parted ways to go to class, both happily thinking of what the weekend may bring.

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“... that is so unsubtle I can’t even believe you’re doing it,” Remy drawled, staring judgmentally through the webcam. Ethan turned around, smirking, hand on his hip as he stared Remy straight in the eyes across 2000 miles of country.

“Might as well out myself in the most dramatic way possible,” Ethan deadpanned, holding up and shaking the demisexual pride flag. He twirled one final time to give Remy a glimpse of the whole outfit— black boots, grey jeans, purple tank top, white hoodie and beanie in all of the colours— before sitting in front of his laptop. “Remy, I’m about to tell Logan I like him.”

“Hoo gurl, are you sure?” Remy asked, eyes shining with unnatural concern behind his sunglasses. “You’ve known him for, what, two months?”

“I’m telling him I want to be a QPR with him,” Ethan clarified. Remy sighed, shook his head, and pushed his hair back from his face.

“Whatever, it’s your heart,” he muttered. Ethan rolled his eyes, wished Remy a good day, and signed off, standing and walking downstairs to head out to school. He grabbed a granola bar on the way for lunch later, kissed his mom goodbye on the cheek, and stalked out to his motorcycle, slipping on the helmet and revving the engine before driving away. Today, he knew, was going to be important.

Logan wasn’t by his usual spot at the lockers when Ethan got there, which concerned him a bit until he remembered where Logan’s other friends hung out. With that, he walked off towards the cafeteria, ignoring the whispers of everyone around him. He didn’t care about their opinions anyway.

Lo and behold, Logan was with his other friends, doing homework an hour before school started. Ethan walked up, smiling, and waited for someone to notice him. The first to do so was Virgil, if the black and purple hoodie was anything to go on, who stiffened and shot Ethan a glare. Logan looked up at that point, eyes widening as he took in Ethan’s attire.

“Hey Lo. I’ve got a question,” Ethan called, sitting down next to him, across from the very angry Virgil. Logan closed his calculus book and turned to Ethan, eyes wide and swimming with confusion.

“Ethan, why did you not tell me you were demisexual?”

“Also demiromantic, but that’s not the point,” Ethan replied. “The point is: you’re cute.” Logan flushed. “And I have a squish on you.”

Logan blinked, brain taking a moment to process, before his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “I have a squish on you as well, Ethan.”

“Oh. Oh yay. Would you be my QPP?” Ethan asked, extending a hand awkwardly. Logan giggled and took it, pulling Ethan into a hug in the process.

“Of course I will. I’m proud of you for coming out to me.”

“Yeah well, figured you should know,” Ethan replied, a smirk crossing his face. “Plus, gotta give people something else to talk about, yes?”

“You’re so dramatic,” Logan complained, rolling his eyes and slapping Ethan’s shoulder.

“But you love that,” Ethan teased. Logan shook his head and stood, grabbing Ethan’s hand again as he turned to face his friends.

“The two of us shall return at lunch. Have a good day.” With that, Logan dragged his new partner off to the band room, most likely to announce his happiness to the sky. Ethan couldn’t complain, though, stomach still swimming with joy. He was just glad that Logan accepted him for who he was, and he couldn’t wait to spend more time with the lovely man who had brought a smile back to his face after moving halfway across the country in his final year of high school. For now though… for now he had to field about twenty questions from his band friends.

______________________________________________________________ Notes: Thanks for reading! Here's my prompt list if you'd like a sneak preview of what I'm writing: https://whatdoiwrite.tumblr.com/post/184624033575/some-prompts-for-june-pride-month See you tomorrow! ~Logan

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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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The Outlaws x Reader x Deadpool - “Team Red” [Part 9]

A/N: Again, sorry it took so long, I plan on finishing this series quickly!

“Okay, you need to listen to this, I have a theory,” She ran a hand through her hair, eyeing the men that were patiently waiting for her explanation, “I think Francis is going to combine the chemicals together and come to us with a proposition. He knew how pissed Wade was when he knew he couldn’t get his looks back-”

“You forgot the word devilishly attractive in there,” The merc stated matter-of-factly. There was a little silence for a few moments as the three stared at him unimpressed.

“Anyway, as I was saying, he going to ask for an exchange, Wade will take the chemical and well, I don’t know what he’s going to ask for but it’s not important!”

“That makes a lot of sense actually, what would probably happen is that as soon as the chemical would get into the bloodstream, Wade’s skin tissue will regenerate, but over time, the cells would eat his healing ones. It would appear like an external cause would kill him slowly.” Roy chipped in.

“Oh my god Royboy, you’re so smart!” (Y/N) squealed as he grinned and gave her a high five.

“You’re not so bad yourself beautiful!” The ginger winked.

“Oooh,” Jason smirked.

“What?” They both asked.

“So if we get the chemical before Francis mixes the two chemical thingies together, Wade can get his.. Not-so-scary-appearance back.”

“Hey, my appearance is not scary!” Deadpool scoffed. Yet again, he received unimpressed looks, “okay, they are pretty bad, I’m still a little haunted by them at night,” he admitted.

“Wade,” The girl chuckled, the mutant looked up at her, “I’ve seen worse,” She reassured. He beamed like a child.

“Yay!”

“Okay, so how will this work?” Roy stared between them.

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“How did you know they would be here?” Wade whispered from the rooftop.

“When (Y/N) went undercover, I snapped a picture from her eye camera and scanned him. Got a lot of info about him!” Jason answered.

“They are kinda smart about this though, a transfer of chemicals in a hospital like it’s a new medicinal drug? Smarty pants!” Deadpool agreed.

“(Y/N), you inside?” Roy pressed his intercom.

“Yes, I’m on my way to the meeting point,” She mumbled, walking through the hospital in her nurse outfit.

“You know, you need to keep the outfit on when we get home,” Roy chuckled smugly.

“Stop it you two, it’s not a sexy nurse outfit perverts!” Jason snapped.

“Woah dude, chill, it was a joke,”

“He’s in looooooove,” Wade teased.

“Both of you, shut your cakeholes!” He ordered. The girl smiled lightly, the faintest hint of blush on her cheeks as she stared at the ground, strolling through the busy hallway. “Just stay focused (Y/N) the mission will over soon.”

“I hope so, there are too many people in here, it’s getting suffocating,”

“We believe in you princess, it’ll be over soon!” Roy encouraged.

“Thank you guys,” She smiled lightly.

“Next right,” Jason informed. The mutant did as she was told, turning to the right, into another hallway. “And then another right,” He instructed.

“This ugly door?” She frowned.

“Yes, it’s the back door, they should both be in that alleyway.”

“Did I really have to do all of this just to get to the back door? Why couldn’t I just walk through the alleyway?”

“It’s less suspicious as a nurse, besides, they’ll have a few men surveilling the area and they will find you quickly if you didn’t go through the hospital,” Roy answered.

“Be ready,” Jason warned.

“I always am,” She breathed out, putting her hair down and sliding her lab coat off her shoulders, placing it beside the door. (Y/N) took a deep breath before kicking the door open, two men jumped from behind it, head snapping to the loud noise. “Hello boys,” She grinned.

“We got visual on you,” Red Hood informed. The girl hummed as both men simultaneously took their guns out. Her iris turned a very light shade of crimson as her hands glowed in the same colour, grasping their guns and slamming it against their noses. They both released pained groans as they held their bloody noses, the briefcase in one of the men’s hand falling to the ground.

“Briefcase, and get out of here!” Red Hood ordered. The girl pursed her lip as she grasped it and ran back into the hospital.

“Bogey from the alleyway,” Roy explained, “they camped a black van on the other street perpendicular to the alleyway to have a clear view, you have a couple of minutes to get out of there,”

“Got it,” She nodded, quickly sliding a chair to keep the door closed, putting her hair back in a ponytail and slipping her lab coat on.

“The chemicals are in here right?”

“A sample of it yes, the man has already made the exchange with Douchy McBaldy Nuggers.” Wade answered.

“But we’ll deal with finding that, just get out of the hospital and get to Wade,” Jason replied as if he was in a hurry.

“Relax, I’ll be fine mom,” She teased, suddenly turning into an empty room. It was a storage room so there were very few cameras. She crouched down opening the box.

“Roy, how reactive are these chemicals?” (Y/N) asked.

“Not very, they have to be in contact with blood to have an effect.”

“Good,” She murmured, pulling each glass tube and placing it inside her coat. Her fingers locked the case again and sat it against the wall. Her feet moved her out of the room before she turned left back into the crowd of nurses, doctors and patients. She distinguished the backdoor open and close, followed by a stream of distressed footsteps.

The girl smirked, already too deep into the crowd to be noticed now. Her footing was still firm but relaxed. There was no way they would find her now. Soon, she arrived at the entrance and pushed the door open, fluttering down the stairs and walking across the road.

“You there yet?” Red Hood asked.

“Yes,” she answered, entering the car and putting her seatbelt on before Wade started the car and drove away from the building.

“Mission complete.”

“Good, meet back at the apartment, pronto”

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funnywizard1 · 5 years

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OH YES, A NEW TAG POST

Thank you @cocomoraine for tagging me!

If you know how much I love tags, you may guess how excited I am to type this😂

ONE / name/alias Kristina but my usual nickname is Merlin

TWO / birthday August 2. YAY IT’S SO SOON!!!

THREE / Zodiac sign Leo 🦁

FOUR / height 170 cm or more idk

FIVE / hobbies drawing (I can spend hours sketching, it’s just mesmering), reading, watching tv-shows and films, horse riding (SHOW JUMPING IS THE BEST), snowboarding and playing computer or board games

SIX / favourite colours ultramarine and TEAL (if you watched The Shape Of Water, you’d understand this thing😂)

SEVEN / favourite books definitely 1984 by Jorge Orwell, David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, Idiot by Fedor Dostoevsky, Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy and, let it be, Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak (I have a lot more favourite books and authors, but these are the most remarkable ones)

EIGHT / last song I listened to Gettin’ Bi by Peter Gardner (thank to The Terror meme video😂)

NINE / last film I watched The Amazing Spider-man: Far From Home. IT WAS ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!!! This film is by far the best Spider-man film I’ve ever seen! I loved the jokes, the plot and the characters of it. I WOULD RECOMMEND IT TO ANYONE😂

TEN / inspiration for muse Most of time, my desire to improve my skills and become closer to being a professional. Sometimes a film (or a tv show) can inspire me to draw (hello, Valoris ship). People can also be motivating

ELEVEN / dream job A Doctor

TWELVE / meaning behind your url Lol😂 well, it all started many some years ago when I became a Dumbledore/Gandalf fan. They were one of my favourite characters so I decided to come up with a “wizarding” name

THIRTEEN / top 3 ships VALORIS, Francis/James, Dyatlov/The reactor core

FOURTEEN / lipstick or chapstick I don’t use either of those

FIFTEEN / currently reading The Terror by Dan Simmons (cause I’m a HUGE AMC series fan😂). This book is really exciting and spooky sometimes. It makes me more and more Arctic-obsessed lol

SO! I was very happy to answer one more tag! AND! I’m always open to new ones! 😁

Let’s tag others now

@trypoed @dank-hp--memes @andydominick @beelzeebub @feanope

#tag game #valoris #fandom tag #art #sketch

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flying-ski-adlers · 5 years

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Rules of the game: Answer these questions and tag 10 blogs you’d like to know better!

Tagged by: @skiijumpinng & @skijumping-is-my-aesthetics

Thank you so much! Sorry for doing this so late, I handed in my bachelors thesis yesterday (yay 🎉) so I was pretty busy

Nickname(s): hmm don´t really have one because you can´t really shorten my name

Zodiac: Cancer

Height: 164cm

Time: 5.30pm

Favourite band/artist: Imagine Dragons, Ed Sheeran, Grouplove and I listen to a lot of film scores like Hans Zimmer, the Lord of the Rings soundtrack etc

Song stuck in my head: no idea whats the actual title it´s just a random line that repeats over and over again in my head, I think it´s a 90s title (?)

Last movie I saw: The Giver

Last thing I googled: hiking trails in South tyrol cause I´m going there tomorrow ❤️

Other blogs: I once had a fandom blog but deleted it, it really was too cringey

Do I get asks?: no, but I would appreciate if someone ever sends me one

Why this username?: I´m not really creative when it comes to these things and I love team germany so it´s just a mix up🤷‍♀️

Following: 68 right now but always looking for new blogs

Average amount of sleep: 7-8+ h (I need my brainpower sleep, not beauty sleep (nothing could help with this))

Lucky number: don´t even know why but i just like 3, 7 and 21

What I’m wearing: purple sweat pants and blue T-shirt (don´t judge me it´s my lazy day)

Dream job: researcher in molecular biology and it looks like I´m going to get there (if my job chances are not too bad)

Dream trips: argh I can´t decide I wanna see so much of the world. Def wanna see the northern lights once and going somewhere deep into the rainforest (if that is still possible in the future....)

Favourite food: Anything with pasta. And chocolate. Basically any delicious food and there is so much of it out there

Instruments I play: trombone

Eye colour: brown-greyish i think but people tell me it depends on the light?

Hair colour: dark blonde to brown, it get brighter during summer

Aesthetic: spring, autumn days, cosy/ lazy, books, beautiful landscapes

Languages I speak: Sadly just German and English, I still don´t know until today why I chose Latin in school... But I def wanna learn some Spanish in the near future

Most iconic song: uh no idea right now

Random fact: My last name basically comes from Spätzle (the food) and is typically for the Swabian part of Germany despite me being from Hesse. But I am moving to this region now for university so I will perfectly blend in

I am tagging: Feel free to do this, I saw this many time now and have no idea who already has done it

#personal #hope I am not too boring #about me #answered

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nikatyler · 5 years

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Oh hey, long time no replies. And these are the first ones of this year. I have a hard time replying now. It’s not like I don’t have time - I’m doing okay, actually. I mean, I wouldn’t complain if there was less homework, but still. Free time exists. It’s just that I can’t bring myself to replying to either comments or messages...I replied to asks quite quickly though, which is something unusual for me. Usually that’s where I’m slowest. I don’t know, is this another weird anxiety thing? Like I know I can reply, but I just...don’t?

Anyway...let’s get that done now I guess. There’s a lot of these, apologies if something got lost. Maybe it’s my fault, maybe it’s not, all I know is that sometimes my activity feed doesn’t show me everything.

unstablesims replied to your photoset “Vlad the fashion icon strikes again.”

he's rocking that goth TM look lmao

I mean yeah.

unstablesims replied to your photoset “This brings back memories. Maybe he’s not evil, he just wants some...”

he's vv nice to his friends..... the problem is becoming his friend ��

I was going to reply with “if this ain’t me” but...actually once I get comfortable around people, irl especially, I’m awful to them D: (I can quite easily turn into the sarcastic asshole friend and no one believes me until I unleash it lmao) But anyway yeah I kinda can see Vlad to be that way, now that you mention it

#JusticeForVlad2k19

justkeeponsimming replied to your photo “End of the Year Tag 2 This time I was tagged by @justkeeponsimming....”

Ronnieeee!!! Your sims are SO gorgeous! Love love love this!

Aaaaah thank you so much! ♥

dandylion240 replied to your photo “I tweeted this last night but I want to share it here as well because...”

When Ross and Caleb finally got together. I'm still hoping Caleb changes his mind and turns Ross.

If I had replied to this a week earlier, I could’ve used my favourite eye emoji. Oh well. Yeah, it’s good he changed his mind, isn’t it? :D I couldn’t stand the idea of separating them.

jackssims replied to your photo “I tweeted this last night but I want to share it here as well because...”

The birth of Miracle! Caleb, Ross, and Sunset! The high school story and when Miracle and Adam got together as well!

ghkjahfljhk lately (I mean for the past few months) I’ve been really disliking Miracle and Adam’s storyline but for some reason when people mention it, they always say they liked it, so I guess I didn’t do that bad of a job?

Same with the good old Zoey storyline. Everyone who has ever talked to me about it said they liked it and thought it was interesting, but I’m over here like “gjkfjgfjhg don’t mention that mess to me ever again”.

melien replied to your photoset “Sunset spent the New Year’s Eve by playing sims. This is very...”

I'M LITERALLY DOING THIS RIGHT NOW

I feel personally attacked

It’s fine, we’ve all been there :D

I think I played sims too this year. Well, first we played some board games with my parents, then there was midnight, I cried, went to see the fireworks (while finishing a bottle of wine but I swear I wasn’t drunk)...oooh and then I watched a stream and edited my sims screenshots! Okay so I didn’t actually play but I edited the pics and like...these are still fun new year’s eve plans, am I right?

melien replied to your photoset “Dawn came over and the two spent hours talking about space.”

I love their outfits! Totally would wear something like this

I like Sunset’s style especially. Well, sometimes she wears clothes I wouldn’t, but for most of the time, it’s just comfy fun stuff I wish I had. Especially considering my dark phase is over and colours are slowly coming back to my closet :D

melien replied to your post “I have some random sims I could share. Anyone interested?”

Ohhhh... on one hand I'd always want sims from you but on the other hand I fear I won't do them justice because idk where to use them rn. Dilemma

pls ask

I’m always down for creating sims for mutuals and friends (I just never talk about it), so just let me know when you want one. Also, I’m sure you would do them justice. I’m really not afraid you would fail there. You know I love everything you do, so... :D

melien replied to your photoset “This guy ♥”

Ending 2018 on a high note

The best note possible

simtress replied to your photoset “Caleb: Isn’t it sad that there are so many ways a vampire can live a...”

i love the name caleb...♥

Me too! I’ve liked it since the first time I had seen it in an English textbook years ago.

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “Oh god please tell me I didn’t accidentally have risky woohoo on or...”

It'd be fun to see what their kid would look like.

I agree and I’m surprised I’ve never played with their genetics. smh ron

cafeheart replied to your photo

okay he's hot but this also makes me uncomfy for some reason asfdlkjaj put him back

jackssims replied to your photo

I agree he’s got a hot vibe going, but this just feels wrong tbajfnakcn

It is kinda weird, I’ll admit that (but “reimagining” him was fun). It’s like...taking away Caleb Vatore’s weird emo hair. I admit I’ve done that once but it was just to mock myself anyway. I wouldn’t do it “for real”. Emo hair must stay. Yes it’s dumb, but also, it’s iconic. we stan dumb hair

I’d say this is something similar. I don’t want to say anything about Ross is iconic, but...you get my point, right?

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Okay, I don’t like this. I have a theory.” Caleb: “I know what...”

👀

The funny thing here is, when I was writing this dialogue, I had no idea what was going to happen later.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “I don’t…I don’t ever want this to end.” Ross: “You’re the only...”

Way to dodge that, Caleb

Oh yeah. He’s good at that

unstablesims replied to your photoset “Sunset: I know I said I’d work out today but I really don’t want to…oh...”

mood

An everyday one

alfalfalegacy replied to your photo “Sim Download: Cara Meadows she/her, bisexual Another one. I imagine...”

ahh she's cute! might have to nab her for my private save ;)

Yay, I’m so happy to hear that! :D

jackssims replied to your photoset “Everything about this picture is a big mood. You may tag yourself now.”

Tbh I’m both Caleb and Sunset

Relatable

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Valentine: “Relationships and love aren’t really for me, but attending...”

Ironically her name is ValentineXD

Yup. Exactly. I bet it must be annoying for a person who couldn’t care less about getting into a relationship.

myopiccc replied to your photoset “Sunset wasn’t born to follow the crowd.”

Seriously!?!? I would never know THEY can use an umbrellas clever way! LOL

Lol they sometimes open it inside. Doesn’t seem clever to me :D But yeah, I didn’t expect them to sit down like this.

solarmoodlet replied to your photo “Sim Download: Enric Noel he/him, gay Sometimes a miracle happens and I...”

hes so cute. added him to my save. Tyvm!

Ahhh thank youuu!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Simblr 2019 Goals”

I join you with the last point�� I kinda defeated social anxiety irl but the online anxiety stays. And they say shy people can communicate better online!

melien replied to your post “Simblr 2019 Goals”

I third the online anxiety, glad to know I'm not alone

I wish I could say I defeated it irl as well...things got better (mainly because I just had to get used to it and grow a thicker skin) but I’m still an anxious trainwreck 99 % of the time :D It’s the same online.

Also, instead of actually starting a conversation with people, I’m always like “oh you know, if you feel like talking to me, just send me a message, I don’t bite” but the problem is I know there’s a lot of us like that here and I’m not the only one with this fear of communication so maybe I should be the one to find the courage once

Wow that didn’t make sense but I think that only proves my point that I’m an anxious trainwreck :D

penelope-and-wonders replied to your photoset “You can put the umbrellas away, guys.”

What fun would that be? ��

Oh right, I can’t have a normal wedding :D It’s a universal rule that I should finally accept. Something would be wrong if everything went right for once.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Sim Download: Leigh Smith she/her, pansexual A long long time ago I...”

Omg, I looove her! ❤️❤️

Thank youuu ♥

green-productivitea replied to your photoset “Sunset: “What can I say? Freaking finally. Took you long enough to...”

The fact that she call him dad :O

Yep, she did. I love the relationship these two have.

yamekamerainbows27 replied to your photoset “Sunset: “You’re the woman that said she didn’t want a child, and you...”

Damn Sunset! You tell her girl ��

melien replied to your photoset “Sunset: “You’re the woman that said she didn’t want a child, and you...”

Go Sunset!

That’s what she deserves

sparkiemonkey replied to your photoset “I mean, Sunset was right. Dawn is adorable.”

she is totally adorable

Up until now I was always saying that this legacy has some Good Genes, now with Dawn it will be more like Cute Genes.

unstablesims replied to your photoset “Marcella: “What are you two doing?” Sunset: “Watching the clouds!...”

let them be dorks in peace!! lmao

Exactly!! No reasons to judge

cafeheart replied to your photoset “I would lie if I said I saw this coming.”

yknow if someone didnt have context for your legacy this kinda looks like caleb is murdering ross asdkfbbd

omg you’re right and I hate that you are right

vampcatsims replied to your photoset “Ross: “We’ve taken many risks already and now I’m taking another one,...”

noooo he's going to leave him at the altar god this is going to hurt so much

omg wow this is where scrolling down and reading new ones before old ones causes reaction mistakes cuz omg this is for realsies isn't it?

kyveria replied to your photoset “Ross: “We’ve taken many risks already and now I’m taking another one,...”

@vampcatsims don’t worry, ross has already had someone leave him at the altar so Caleb is going to stay ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Haha yeah, they’re going to be fine. I think. Can’t promise anything.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “I…how can I say no to this? Yes, Ross. Yes, I will.” Ross:...”

Good! I was scared he was going to say no for a second ��

Imagine if he left him and I’d introduce a new spouse now. Or bring back Jordan. Or Marika.

Omg imagine I’d bring her back and she’d get her “happy little family” she claims she wishes for now.

myopiccc replied to your post “ - fave types of movies?”

Such a tense era! I'm a historic nerd too:)

Yeah, I love it! I mean, I don’t actually love it, there were some bad things happening, no freedom of speech and such, but for me, it’s an interesting era to learn about. I also think it’s important to know about these times because in a way, they’re still so similar to where we are now, we really should look back at them and try to not make the same mistakes...sadly, when I look at the situation in my country...sometimes it feels like people forget. Not just people like me who didn’t experience it and have only learned about it in History classes...feels like even people who have been there forget and it’s sad and frustrating and I wish I could do something about it. Okay rant over.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “Tell me honestly. Did you expect me to change my mind with...”

Nice! But I swear if this somehow backfires and Ross ends up dying...

👀

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “This doesn’t even need a caption.”

Ross you better not have died!!

jackssims replied to your photoset “This doesn’t even need a caption.”

/ROSS/

ajkfaglafkghlahgfk I didn’t realize this would seem like he’s dying I’m sorry for causing panic fjaklflk

I just thought it was funny he set himself on fire and Caleb is over there like “nooo I agreed to marry this freak I have made a grave mistake”

princessdejamars replied to your photoset “Ummmm”

oh no not again

Yes. Yes again. And yeah, I could’ve left without saving. I didn’t. I was shocked when it happened and once I realized he’s pregnant again...you should’ve heard my hysterical laughter. Something is wrong with me and I don’t like it.

cafeheart replied to your photoset “Dawn: “Not a chance.”

sunset looks scared shitless asdkfjdbdb

"fhlakhfalklahkjjkij she’s kissing me I wasn’t prepared for this what do I do jgljfkjhlaafkgl”

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: Nothing happened…I’m fine…I’m just gonna give this dog a bath...”

That's totally not going to lead to more problems later, Caleb, if anything *did* happen (/sarcasm)

Yup. It’s totally okay to do that.

jackssims replied to your photoset “oh shit”

Oh fuck

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “oh shit”

wow

this is wild haha

Basically my reaction

jackssims replied to your photoset “Stella: “Dad, you’re home alone?” Caleb: “I think so.” Stella: “Aw,...”

jlkfdzsjlkfadg She's pregnant, he's pregnant, truly amazing

ikr

That’s a twist I truly didn’t expect at the end of this generation. Not that I’m complaining

jackssims replied to your photoset “Stella: “Anything else?” Caleb: “What? Is there supposed to be...”

/Caleb/

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “And that’s not all…” Ross: “Huh?” Caleb: “Nothing. Forget it.”

//Caleb//

See Ross and Caleb were made for each other because they both have a hard time learning from their mistakes lol

dandylion240 replied to your post “I WAS HOPING HE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS FIANCE'S BABY NOT GETTING...”

There's a way to bend the rules. Since Ross will become a vampire. He and Caleb have forever to have a child together. So once Sunset takes over as heir I say anything goes for Ross after that �� but that's just me lol

Ooh, technically that could work! I didn’t even think about that. Good point. I don’t think they’ll have children together but I really do like this idea.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Is there anything you would like to tell me?” Caleb: “I was...”

Good! Caleb got the courage to tell Ross

I mean he didn’t really have another option at this point

jackssims replied to your photoset “Caleb: “You’re not going to leave me now, are you?” Ross: “I’m...”

Wholesome Ross (he’s really come full circle tbh)

I kept saying he would get better and no one believed me. There you have it guys, he’s a changed person. Character development! :D

simtress replied to your photo “™¥ â™¥”

*eeps! she's too cute1

ikr, I miss her ;-;

melien replied to your photoset “Stella: I can’t believe it’s actually raining on my wedding day. We...”

It's a free riiiiide when you've already paid

Is this a reference I am supposed to get

Because I’m dumb and don’t get it lmao

melien replied to your photoset “Sunset: “Say cheese hair!”

So don't ask how I remember it because I'm probably too invested lol but your theme with red hair/blonde(yellow) hair in gen 3 of every legacy? It continues

Omg I didn’t even realize! Sebastian and Lynn started it obviously, then in my Raven Legacy it was a little “easter egg” but this time, it’s a coincidence (a nice coincidence). I guess I just can’t have too many redheads!

melien replied to your photoset “oh shit”

The ultimate plot twist

The plot twist I normally would’ve welcomed but this time, I actually felt sorry for him. He didn’t deserve it the first time (aka the time I was petty and did it on purpose) and he didn’t deserve it this time either. But still. Aliens. I can’t just quit the game without saving when it has to do something with them, can I?

melien replied to your post “I WAS HOPING HE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS FIANCE'S BABY NOT GETTING...”

Maybe babies for them perhaps?

Y’all really want them to have kids huh

melien replied to your photoset “Nooooo Rocket :( He’s old now!”

Can Caleb also turn Rocket? Vampire doggo would be fun

Man I’d love if that was possible (even though...I just imagined him biting the poor dog and that’s kinda weird). Buuuut...there’s something else that I did and it’s almost as good.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “Sim Download: Minako Ito she/her, lesbian Traits: Good, Loner,...”

All of the Sims you put for download are so pretty! I'm grabbing them all!

Thank you so much ;-;

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “i was enchanted to meet you”

Aaahh nostalgia!

I knoooow ;-; I love them and I miss them and I want to play with them again

I mean I could, first I’d just have to finish the high school story and that’s...highly unlikely lol

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “oh shit”

Aliens are in love with him that's true

New otp: Caleb/Aliens. Oh that's weird

They have a weird thing for Calebs

If you guys know a Caleb irl protect them

If you are a Caleb, well...I’m sorry

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Rocket: Hey I’m old, just thought you should know…oh nevermind what...”

This is somehow sad=((

Yeah. I love this little dog so much :(

#replies #unstablesims #justkeeponsimming #dandylion240 #jackssims #melien #simtress #cafeheart #alfalfalegacy #myopiccc #solarmoodlet #tiny-tany-thaanos #penelope-and-wonders #green-productivitea #yamekamerainbows27 #sparkiemonkey #vampcatsims #kyveria #princessdejamars

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