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reminiscingtonight · 2 months

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The Thing About Families (Arsenal Style)

Alessia Russo & Russo!reader (Lia Wälti x Russo!reader)

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: A Russo sisters + Lia ft. Kyra story that wrote itself after that picture came out

And The Things You'd Do (Part Two) // That's How You Know It's Home (Part Three)

[WOSO Masterlist]

“I need your help.”

Growing up as the oldest kid in the family meant you’ve heard this line quite a lot. For your brothers it usually meant helping them sneak out of the house or cover for them as they did god knows what, but for Alessia it usually meant one of two things: organize her laundry or organize her life.

Given that you’ve done all the washing and have neatly stacked her already folded clothes on the edge of her bed, you have a sinking suspicion that this ask has more to do with the latter.

“Rat. What’s up?”

Alessia frowns at the nickname, an insult perched at the end of her tongue. But she seems to think better of it, batting her eyelashes in hopes of seeming more innocent as she latches onto your arm.

You’re not amused, instantly trying, but failing, to shake her off. “Less, let go!”

“I need your help,” she whines again, digging her heels into the ground.

You try wrapping your arm around her neck to pull her into a headlock, but the height difference between the two of you means Alessia has no trouble heaving you over her shoulder and onto the couch behind her. You let out a disgruntled yelp, trying to wrestle her for dominance. Alessia simply sits on top of you, hands locking your arms across your own body.

“Alessia Russo I swear to god, get off!”

“Your baby sister is trying to ask for a favor! Will you just,” she huffs, pinching your side when you try to buck her off of you, “calm down! Just hear me out!”

“I’m kicking you out before Lia gets home. Off!”

How your mom talked you into housing your sister when she moved to Arsenal, you will never know. Lia jumped at the opportunity to help her out, but since she isn’t home right now…

Alessia cringes a bit at your girlfriend’s name and you instantly stop moving. Your eyes narrow dangerously. “What?”

Family is important to you. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for Alessia, but there’s also nothing you wouldn’t do for Lia too. You haven’t ever had to make a choice between the two of them, but if you’re going to have to you’re not sure if sisterly love will be enough against how much you love Lia.

“If you don’t tell me what your problem is I will actually kick you out. Talk.”

It only takes two seconds under your glare for Alessia to break. “Kyra won’t stop bugging me!”

For a second you’re taken back to your childhood, a tiny Alessia sat in your lap, saying the same exact thing about Gio. You had given her a comforting pat on the head and then socked Gio as hard as you could in the arm. But now that you’re in your thirties, you don’t think punching Kyra would be taken as well, by your girlfriend or the other Aussies on the team.

“That sounds like a you problem.”

And Kyra’s hilarious, you’ll give her that. The younger girl had instantly taken a liking to your sister since the day she arrived. And by liking of course you mean a liking to bothering Alessia.

But as long as the young Australian keeps bothering Alessia and not you, you don’t really see a problem with her behavior.

Call it karma for everything Alessia has put you through growing up.

“And I love Lia, you know that.”

Your lips pinch into a thin line. “I don’t think I’m liking where this is going. If you’re about to be rude about my girlfriend--”

“Lia needs to stop babying Kyra! Sometimes I just need some peace and quiet at the Colney, and I can’t do that if Kyra keeps bothering me and Lia keeps letting her get away with it!”

Right. That.

It’s not like you haven’t missed it.

Any time Kyra’s running wild your girlfriend can be found nearby, always quick to soothe any ruffled feathers from the Australian’s adventures. At first Steph was set on Kyra duties, but when it became clear that anyone outside of her chosen Australian/Swedish family were ill-equipped to handle her, Lia was quick to step in.

You’re not sure what it was that drew Kyra to your girlfriend but Kyra lived for the praise and affection Lia gave her and Lia lived for the adoration from Kyra.

So yeah, it’s cute the way Lia has taken the young girl under her wing. If anything it just makes you want to ask her to marry you and start a family faster.

“Don’t be jealous, rat. If you want Lia to baby you again you can just say so.”

Alessia’s too busy scoffing and objecting to your claim that she’s not expecting it when you dump her off of you and right onto the ground.

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It only takes a week.

It starts when Lia cancels date night. Kyra’s feeling a bit homesick so Lia invites her for a movie marathon at your place. Of course you’re a little bummed, but it’s not something you can’t reschedule so you just let it go. You find Lia and Kyra teasing each other throughout the night cute enough to replace any hard feelings.

The next strike comes when you have Lia pinned under you in bed, the two of you making use of an Alessia-less house for the night. Alessia had gone out with Vic for the night, telling you with a wink that she would be catching a ride from the Dutch to practice the next day. Your clothes had gone flying off the second you got home from dinner, but before you could really go down to business you hear the unmistakable sound of your doorbell going off. You pause, lips stilling upon Lia’s neck.

“Maybe if we don’t do anything they’ll go away.”

The doorbell ringing again has you sighing as Lia gently pushes at your shoulders. “Babe, off,” Lia laughs. She gives you a kiss on her way out but she does in fact leave you in bed to see who’s come to visit so late at night.

You’re off daydreaming about what you’re going to get up to when Lia returns when you hear the unmistakable sound of an Australian accent coming from the living room.

The pillow isn’t enough to muffle your cry of frustration into it.

You’re already sighing and throwing on a hoodie when Lia pops her head in, apologetic look on her face.

“Do you want to pop the popcorn or me?”

The last straw occurs when you wake up in the middle of the night a couple days later. You’re not really sure what’s woken you up, but you do find yourself at the edge of the bed. There’s barely a sliver of blanket covering you, but Lia’s warm body wrapped around your back gives you all the heat you need.

Humming, you shift as softly as you can so to not jostle your girlfriend. The original plan is to gently shift the two of you back towards the center of the bed, but when you reach over Lia to make the transition easier, your hand hits the undeniable form of a third body.

You freeze.

Hazily opening an eye, you raise your head to look at the other side of the bed. Next to you is Lia, like you expected. What you don’t expect is the snoring Australian sprawled out over Lia's half of the bed.

You have to bite back your groan.

You let out a disgruntled grunt when you settle back onto the tiny piece of the mattress left to you.

You’re not sure how long you lay there awake and thinking through the best way to go about ridding yourself of the new girl in your bed when a sleepy hand comes up to pat at your cheek.

“Why are you brooding?”

Although you’re a bit grumpy, the sound of Lia still half asleep brings a smile to your face.

But when you hear a snort, gurgle, and then snore from the other side of your girlfriend, the look is quick to fall off your face.

“What is she doing here?”

Lia frowns, sleepily rubbing at her eyes. She reads your pout easily. “Kyra was tired.”

“So you let her in our bed? Baby, we have a couch. A very comfy couch.”

Lia raises an eyebrow at you.

After spending the next night sleeping on said couch you come to two conclusions. First, the couch is not as comfortable as you initially thought. Second, Alessia was right.

You corner your sister at training the next day. She looks surprised but follows you when you pull her into a storage closet.

“Okay, how do you want to do it? Should we kidnap and ship her back to Australia?”

Alessia grins, not even needing you to say anything further. “Nah, we can keep her local. I think it’s time the other Aussies get custody, don’t ya think?”

#lia walti x reader #lia walti imagine #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #kyra cooney cross x reader #kyra cooney cross imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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roboticchibitan · 1 year

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I remember when same sex marriage was legized in my state (3 years before obergefel vs Hodges which legalized it nationwide). It won by a very narrow margin.

People who had taken care of me when I was young, people who were like second parents to me, (along with half the other people I knew) were saying it was the end times because I could now get married. And I couldn't help but wonder... would those people have protected me, cared for me, let me play with their children, if they had known I would grow up to be queer?

I came out in 2011. I was lucky. My parents were accepting. My mom was clearly uncomfortable at first but she made it clear she loved me no matter what.

Except.

My dad didn't care if I was queer and assured me that didn't mean there was anything wrong with me (in a speech I didn't need to hear but I think he needed to say). But he still said "that's gay" and "that's faggy" anytime my little brother showed vulnerability.

And I was a lucky one. My father used homophobic slurs around me regularly. He turned the word gay into a slur with his homophobic mouth. And I was a lucky one.

When I came out publicly, my grandmother stopped speaking to me for a while. I'm lucky that she changed her mind. I'm lucky that my grandparents let me bring my girlfriend with me when I went to visit them in October. October of 2022 and I still consider myself lucky that my grandparents let my queer partner into their house. My other grandma likewise visited with us, and was polite and friendly, but she still refused to call my gf anything other than "your friend." Still lucky. Incredibly lucky.

People don't understand just how bad things were as much as ten years ago. When I came out at school, I was lucky. No one bullied me. No one shoved me into lockers or called me slurs. They all just stopped talking to me. I became invisible. I went to a small school. I was the only person who was out. Exactly one person talked to me the rest of the year. And I was a lucky one.

When I was in middle and highschool, the go to insult was "that's gay." I heard it constantly. Every day. Sometimes people said it to me to insult me, long before I even knew I was queer.

I was lucky because the worst that happened to me was social isolation and people using slurs around me or turning my identity into a slur. No one called ME faggy. No one beat me up behind the school bleachers. I was incredibly lucky.

I have experienced the word "gay" used as a slur far more than I ever heard the word "queer" used as a slur. Young "queer is a slur and only a slur" people need to know the world you live in is not the world the rest of us live in. Why is "queer" a slur but "gay" isn't? My homophobic father thought the word "gay" conveyed just as much offense and disgust as the word "faggot." So why is queer the horrible word that can never be reclaimed but people say "that's gay" as a compliment now? The loneliest I have ever felt was in a room full of teenagers who thought my identity was the height of insults. So why is gay fine but queer isn't?

I am a fat butch queer and I do not hide that. My shoes have a pride flag on them. I have a masculine haircut and wear men's clothes. I look queer.

And I am afraid. I dress like this anyway, because I want other queer folks to know I am a safe person. I dress how I do partially because I like it but also partially so any queer person in the room, no matter now closeted, can see me and feel a little bit safer. Because I will protect other queer people with my life if need be.

Because I am openly and visibly queer and live in a world where being queer can get you killed. Because it can. Gay bashings still happen. The alt right are getting bolder in their violence, and that includes homophobic/transphobic violence. There are organizations in the US that are actively pushing to make homosexuality punishable by death in Africa. They know they could never accomplish that here. But they would if they could. People want us dead.

Young people need to understand that. And they need to understand that the people who did the most work to free us from criminalization were queer. They identified as queer. And they weren't the perfect law abiding queers toeing the line of what's acceptible. Because being queer itself was illegal. You could end up on the sex offender registry for being gay. In fact, there are queer people who are STILL registered as sex offenders just because they were queer in 2001. Pride wasn't a permitted parade with wells Fargo floats. It was angry queers illegally marching down the streets, screaming "We're here. We're queer. Get used to it."

Being openly queer is a radical act. It is still a radical act.

I did not live through Windsor vs the united states, the referendum 74 debate, my father punishing my brother for being human with homophobic slurs, and the pearl clutching fearmongering about "the gay agenda" (that was a go to phrase for 2012 homophobes) for some LGBT kid to come at me with TERF bullshit they got off tiktok about how my identity is a slur and I'm a horrible person for using it.

I was a lucky one and I'm still saying "no, absolutely not" to this bullshit.

Queer is more inclusive. Queer accounts for any possible fluidity because people change. Identities change. Queer is there for people who know they're Something Different but are not sure of the details yet. Queer is intentionally vague. When you're young you want everyone to know exactly who you are but as you get older you realize actually my identity is none of your business. In fact, sometimes when you tell someone your identity, you're handing them a bludgeon for them to hurt you with.

If you have trans classmates, you do not understand the world the rest of us grew up in. Trans people were not a public topic. They were not even acknowledged as existing by most people. I didn't know what being trans was until I was like 17. I'm nonbinary now and consider myself trans 10 years later.

And I didn't even have it that bad. But you know what? It still sucked and it was still hard and I can't imagine what it was like to grow up a decade before I did. I had it easy compared to most people.

If you can jokingly say "that's gay" when someone expresses queer love, then you can fucking handle people using the word queer as their identity.

The infighting and policing each other has to stop. You're oppressing queer people with this bullshit. It does not matter what words queer people use to describe themselves when there are people actively killing us. What are you doing? For fucks sake look at the bigger picture. Direct all that rage at our oppressors and the people who mean us harm. Queer people and he/him lesbians and bi lesbians and people who use neo pronouns and whoever else is the discourse of the day do not deserve this kind of treatment. Punch a homophobe and maybe you'll feel better.

#tw homophobia #had to go on a rant because I was thinking about how trapped and afraid I felt during the referendum 74 debate #nothing was safe #no one was safe #we are still not safe #discourse

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b0ng05 · 16 days

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Sam Carpenter x F! Reader - Mornings Like This MDI 18+

Word Count: 2013

Prompt: Sam Carpenter and her girlfriend being silly and making breakfast.

Warnings: Strap-on, a little bit of degradation, poor jokes I wrote in when I was stoned.

Also, not Proofread. Masterlist

I woke up to a crack of light peering through my curtains. The light blinding my eyes for a few seconds as I rub the sting away. I take a deep breath, stretching out my stiff limbs. As I arch my body in an ‘Excorcist’ type way, I catch a glimpse of Sam sleeping beside me. She laid on her stomach, a pillow tucked between her arms and head. Her dark hair sprawled out wildly along the pillowcase. A bit of drool pooling from her chin to the fabric as she slept. Half of the covers thrown from her body, assumably from her getting too warm at night. Most of her back on display as she usually slept in her sports bras, last night being no acception. I smile as I begin to climb out of bed, deciding to wake up Sam with breakfast, despite my poor cooking skills. As I stand up, the fluffy covers fall from my body, leaving me cold. Being too lazy to search the floor for my shirt, I walked to the kitchen. The cold air didn’t end in my bedroom, the thin fabric of my bra not doing much for my temperature.

I walked over to the cupboard, grabbing out a pan and two plates. I grabbed out the bacon and eggs from the fridge. I decide to start on the bacon first, knowing that I sucked at multitasking. Cutting open the package, I throw some bacon on the pan, hearing the initial sizzle and smiling, thinking about how great a cook I am. What I didn’t think about was what the sizzle meant. Within a few minutes, I’m being shot with bacon grease. Every second was me hissing in pain and cussing out the bacon for being such a rude bitch. With each insult, the bacon fought back, for each cuss, a shot of bacon grease to the tit.

“We have shirts, and aprons. You are aware of that right?” I hear a raspy teasing chuckle from behind me, and the feeling of strong arms wrapping around my bare waist. I smile as I feel her lips pressing against my neck in a tired yet loving way. “I’m aware, but I was gonna bring you this in bed, and then ask for you to kiss my bacon burns better.” I tease back, leaning into her touch as I use the tongs to take out some of the finished pieces. “Oh really? And where are these bacon burns?” Sam playfully pokes my side, her voice filled with sleep. I giggle and turn off the stove top as I finish up cooking. “Got a lot on my boobs,” I tease, not missing the mischevious glint in Sam’s eyes as they drift down to my chest. I playfully slap her shoulder, “My eyes are up here,” I tease, Sam chuckles, kissing my cheek. “ Also, what are you even doing up this early? I wanted to surprise you.” I pout up at her, trying to fight a grin that pricked my lips. “Well, I heard you cussing out the bacon. Did you seriously call the bacon, ‘Fucking whore, bitchwad’? What does that even mean?” Sam grins, her eyebrow quirking up. I sheepishly look up at the ceiling, which was a mistake due to Sam’s taller height. She easily grabs my chin, tilting my face towards her, my cheeks a blushing red. “Listen- the bacon just isn’t cool like that.” I sigh, smiling as I hear her laugh. “God, you’re a dork.” Sam whispers and pauses before kissing me. Her lips pressing against mine in a soft loving way. We pull apart, our foreheads pressing against each others. She lets out a content sigh before whispering softly,

“Please let me finish cooking. That bacon didn’t do anything wrong,” She peeks her eyes open, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “Oh woww, seriously taking the bacon’s side?” I let out a playful scoff, glaring up at her. “There was no witness to testify otherwise,” Sam quipped, a grin on her lips as she slips one of the aprons out of the drawer, tying it around her body. “The red skin on my tits says otherwise!” I huff, taking my seat on the countertop. Sam smirks and holds out her hand for the spatula that sat beside me, I playfully and passive aggressive pass her the spatula with a heavy sigh. “Oh really~? Care to let me see the evidence, preferably in full view, minus the bra.” She hums, glancing at me with a grin. I playfully roll my eyes, playing into her little game. “I actually might need you to do it. Wouldn’t it be corrupting evidence if you let the plaintiff do such a thing?” I giggle, leaning back against the cupboards as I watch Sam cook the eggs.

“Oh, very good point. I think you’re right. Let me just-” Sam smirks, turning off the burner before stepping between my legs. Her hands caressing my thighs, “May I~?” She teases, lifting one hand to snap one strap of my bra. “Go ahead, find the evidence,” I tease, giggling a bit. Sam bites her bottom lip as she slips my bra over my head. She pauses, licking her lips as she eyes my bare chest. “I don’t see any marks yet,” Sam playfully teases. I smirk, running one of my hands through her hair. “What do you mean yet? I already cooked the bac-” My breath hitches as she leans down, her tongue tracing along my breast before she sucks down, her eyes looking up into mine as she leaves a hickey on my chest. Her tongue running along the red mark soothingly before she kisses the spot. “Now we can sue the bacon,” I joke, looking at the mark on my chest. “How? I made it.” Sam chuckled, her hand moving up to grope at my chest. “Haven’t you ever heard of faking evidence, with a blind and senial enough jury, we could totally have a lawsuit on our hands.” I giggle, leaning in to kiss her jaw. Sam laughs, her other hand trailing my spine. “Remind me to never let you be my lawyer.” Sam nods, leaning in to kiss my collarbone. “Hey! I’d be a great lawyer, I’m pro-bono!” I laugh, Sam’s kisses end abruptly as she chuckles. “Oh really? You’d take my case for free?” Sam teases, moving her hands to playfully squeeze my waist. “Of course.” I nod, ”And I’m feeling especially pro-bono at the moment, so if you take me back to our room, I will take your case, and I’ll take it so well.” I tease, my tone both on the verge of laughing and still trying to drift seductive.

“How big of a case are we talking here~?” Sam teases back, lifting me off the counter as she begins to walk us back to our room. “5 month long trial, 7 month, 10 if I’m feeling a bit ambitious-” I laugh, leaning in to kiss her neck. “If you’re this pro-bono, should I be worried about other clientel?” Sam teases, gently laying me on the bed and pining me down. My hands tangled up with one of hers near the pillows. “I’m more of a private personal lawyer, you know you’re my one and only client.” I whisper, leaning up to kiss her neck. “Good girl,” She smirks, “Stay put,” She demands, before getting out of the bed and walking to our closet. After a minute, she comes out naked, with a 7 inch strap around her hips. She saunters up to the bed, standing at the foot as I look at her helplessly, my thighs clenching as she smirks down at me. “Now,” She moves to loom over me, “I don’t intend to waste the breakfast you so kindly started for me, so I’m gonna go fast, and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are,” Sam whispers, gently biting my neck as her hands move to tug down my shorts and panties. I shiver as the cold air of the room reaches my core with Sam spreading my legs. She reaches down, running her fingers along my slit before slipping two into my core with ease. Her fingers showing no mercy as she begins speeding her movements, her thumb playing with my clit. She smirks down at me, watching as I use all my willpower to keep my hands above my head where she left them.

“Taking my fingers so well~” She whispers, kissing along my neck. The heat in my core begins to build, but before I can reach a satisfying release, she pulls her fingers from my core. “Let’s see how well you can take my cock,” She teases, her hand, wet with my juices, reaches down and jerks the silicon dildo, spreading my slick along it. She positions the head at my entrance, pushing in with no hesitation. My mouth falls into a silent cry as she stretches me out, each inch writhing my body with pleasure. My hands accidentally leave the pillow, clutching around her shoulders. As she bottoms out inside me, she gives me a second to get used to the intrusion. “What did I say?” She hums, grabbing my hands and pining them back down with one hand. She gives a particularly harsh thrust at the disobedience. I let out a loud moan, the stretch aching a bit, but the pleasure far overrode it. “T-to stay put,” I mumble, to which she leans down and gently bites at my chest. “I can’t hear you, honey,” Sam whispers. I let out a soft moan as she attaches her lips around my nipple, her tongue swirling around it. Her hips slowly and gently swirling as she hums, waiting for an answer. “To stay put,” I say through a breathy moan. She chuckles softly, her free hand groping at my other breast as her mouth moves to kiss my neck. “Are you gonna stay put or am I gonna have to let that breakfast go to waste?” Sam teases, being to thrust at a slightly faster pace, but nothing to push me anywhere close near the edge. “I’ll be a good girl, Sammy,” I whisper, my tone a bit desperate as I bite down on my lower lip. My eyes drifting to where our bodies connect. Watching as she begins to thrust faster, the sight of her sinking her strap deep inside me. Her hand moves from my breast to my chin, making me meet her eyes as she speeds up. “You like seeing me wreck you baby~?” Sam smirks, her tone a bit breathless. Her eyes a dark with lust as she goes harder, making me let lose a whorish moan. “Of course you do,” She lets out a soft groan as angle rub the strap back against her clit. “Such a slut for me, such a good fucking girl,” Sam growls, giving a harsh thrust with each statement. Pulling out till just the head was at my entrance before thrusting fully back in. Leaving me breathless and writhing beneath her as I hold her hand with mine above my head. “Gonna cum, Sammy~!” I moan loudly, my thighs beginning to tremble with the force and pleasure of her thrusts. “Cum for me, baby,” Sam lifts one of my legs onto her shoulder and increases her pace, letting out soft grunts and groans as the strap rubs better against her clit at the new angle. “Be a good girl and cum on my strap.” I let out a loud moan as the heat in my stomach explodes, my cunt pulsing around her strap as she fucked me through my orgasm. I tug my hands from her grasp and wrap them around her shoulders. “How about I order breakfast?” Sam suggests sedutively, still a bit breathless. I let out a small chuckle and smirk up at her mischeviously, “What? Pro-bono?” I joke with a giggle, but that’s ended quickly when Sam presses the strap deeper, making me all the more aware of my current place.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter smut

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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hi can i please request a smut where some opponent calls gavi a kid or something or insults him so gavi fucks the players wife/gf as payback 😳

Pablo and his andalusian charms...

Enjoy 🍌

Garden Gnome

"Fucking child, go back to La Masia and learn the rules. Little garden gnome." Your boyfriend was screaming at Pablo Gavi. Some portuguese swear words followed.

The referee was coming their way, but the two got themselves together before he decided to pull a card on them. Gavi was discussing with the neutral, but he waved him off until Pedri was pulling at the attackers sleeve.

Just a few seconds later the two opponents got at each other again. The Athlético striker pushed Gavi purposely during a corner kick. The short footballer was raging.

Your lips reading skills in Spanish, combined with the loud whistles coming from the crowd, weren't the best, but you were sure his words weren't nice. You couldn't even be mad. João could be very intense, especially when provoked.

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You congratulated your boyfriend with a sensual kiss in the locker room of the guest team. He told you to wait for him as he was called for an interview. The locker room was nearly empty as all the players left for the bus , so you started to pack João's stuff into his small Goyard beauty bag.

"I can't believe Félix has got his fangirls stalking him up into the locker rooms." A light voice startled you.

Dropping João's beauty bag onto the bench, you turned around. Pablo Gavira was walking towards you.

"I'll have you know that I am João's girlfriend." you said, putting your hands on your hips.

"Ah yes. My bad, I should have recognized your ass from his instagram." he teased, leaning against the table across from you.

"Who's stalking who now, hm ?" you cocked an eyebrow.

The chuckle he let out was spiteful. "I'm looking for Félix because I want to clear out some things that happened on the pitch."

Gavi started playing with a bracelet on his wrist. The pearls were blue, red and gold. Probably self made and gifted to him by a fan. Cute.

"Well Gavi-"

He interrupted you. "Pablo."

"Pablo, João can be very rude when provoked, but to be honest, you aren't exactly tall."

Yes. Pablo was only 5'7, but you still only reached his shoulders and his height didn't change the fact that he was insanely attractive. His clothes complemented his athletic but slim built. The oversized sweater making his shoulders look broad.

The kiss came unexpected. His plush lips claimed yours as he trapped you against the locker with his body. Gavi's hands caught your hips.

His tongue played with yours and you moaned into his mouth, making him grind his hips into yours. You felt him swollen against the baggy denim of his jeans.

You were out of breath when the andalusian broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. Your hands fisted the soft cotton of his fabric covered forearms for support. Knees feeling like jelly, you tried to clear your mind.

Gavi smelled like a fresh shower and male. In a situation like this it was the most intoxicating smell, making you forget that you were João's girlfriend.

He buried his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. If he could feel your heartbeat on his lips, he would now that you were close to ventricular fluttering. His hands traveled down to hike your skirt up.

Your panties were soaked. It embarrassed you to be turned on by someone else than your boyfriend, but something about him made you mindless enough to let Gavi continue.

He pushed the thin scrap of lace down your thighs until it pooled at your feet. You were exposed to him now. His voice was like honey in your ear.

"You're so wet cariño. All for me, hm ?" Gavi's fingers spread the wetness from between your folds over your clit, making you clench. His touch was rough. Nothing about this was sweet. Your head fell back against the cold metal of the locker.

You whined when he let go of you.

He walked back to the table and patted the surface. "C'mere mi amor. I want to fuck you like the whore you are."

A pink tint adored your cheeks as you stepped out of your panties and walked over to him. He embraced you from behind, one of his hands pressing against your back, right were João's name was printed, so you laid flat on the table.

You're heard him unzip his jeans and anticipated his touch.

"Pablo." you moaned as he entered you.

The stretch of him send delicious shivers down your spine and you moved your hips against him. His hips snapped against your backside in a fast pace.

Gavi put all his pent up frustration towards Joao into fucking you.

"Your pussy is so tight hermosa, holding me in a vice grip." he groaned.

The wet sounds of his dick slipping in and out of you mixed with your moans, hollowing through the room.

His other hand moved to his mouth, wetting the fingertips, before he found your clit. Rubbing in figure eights you started to grind against his hips. The feeling of Gavi balls deep inside of you brought you closer to your orgasm.

"You're such a slut, letting another footballer fuck you in your boyfriends jersey." The hand on your back moved to grab your ponytail, pulling.

You arched into him as he leaned over you. His lips found your neck again, sucking. He wanted to leave marks.

"Pablo, harder please. I need to come." you whimpered, almost screaming.

"You need to be quiet, hermosa." He pushed two of his fingers in your mouth to shut you up.

You started sucking on them, teasing with your tongue. Pushing them deeper, saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth. Your clit was pulsing and you were sure you were coming every second now.

Gavi's lips pecked their way to your flushed cheek. Pressing a chaste kiss to it.

"Cheaters don't get to orgasm, mi amor." He chuckled and with a few hard thrusts, released himself inside of you.

His cum filled you up, but his fingers left your sweet spot, denying your own release.

You turned to face him after he pulled out. You didn't know what to say, words stuck in your throat.

"Clean me up." he smirked and stroked his cock in his hand, lubricated by your juices.

You sunk to your knees and looked up again.

"What ? Are you being shy now ? Don't give me the innocent act when you've got my cum squirting out of your pussy." Gavi grabbed your ponytail and pushed your face towards his cock.

You slowly took the tip between your lips, when the door burst open.

"Anjo, I'm sorry, they wanted me to-" The portuguese accent of your boyfriend made you freeze.

Gavi smirked, pulling his cock from your mouth, tucking himself away. He bent down to straighten your ponytail and wipe his sperm from your lips with his thumb. Flicking your nose, he smiled at you.

He walked towards a startled João stopping beside him.

"I just wanted a last review of my performance before going back to La Masia and looks like your girl has got a different impression."

A/N: Just a little smut for my comeback...

Leave me some feedback loves 💕

#pablo gavi smut #gavi imagine #gavi smut #gavi x reader #pablo gavi x reader #gavi one shot #pablo gavi

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★ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 '𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃. + 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when you initially asked Neteyam, the eldest Sully son who also happened to be smitten for you, for more assistance with your Na'vi knowledge, he was happy to help with a more hands-on approach.

─── ☆ notes. saw the new avatar and the way i had to pause and react and take in every detail cause it felt so short,, i cant wait for the 3rd movie to come out while im pushing fucking 40 or something with kids. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ length. 2.8k (21 min read) .

"You can't, Tuk!" Only grumbling at his two most annoying younger siblings who had been following closely behind him, Neteyam dismissed the two in the typical older sibling tone of irritation.

Both of them were curious, like cats, to find out where he was going when he broke his patrolling routine and made the error of asking both their father and mothers for permission to spend the rest of the day helping you at the labs with your studies that you had been struggling with.

No matter how much he tried to pull both parents aside, at least one sibling had managed to eavesdrop, and then his plans of keeping it on the down low had fallen through like a domino effect.

This was why Tuk was bouncing on her heels, trailing after her two bickering brothers, Neteyam and Lo'ak. "No fair!" She tantrums, adding to the chattering back and forth, "I want to see y/n too, how come you're the only one that gets to go?"

With your parents being loyal scientists passionate for a change, standing alongside Jake Sully were a group of good hearted human beings that were allowed to stay on Pandora to live alongside the Na'vi colony.

Given that you were the second less rogue lab baby, it was the story that set the stage for your loving and extremely intelligent life.

Maybe it was the fact that you still had your two loving parents, ending up more bubbled and growing up to be more of a homebody constantly wrapped up in some sort of new experiment scattering around the lab despite working with people twice your age.

Everyone had grown to feel like one big nerdy family within the lab walls.

Neteyam tightly inhaled with his hand wrapped tight around the leather hand grip from the holster for his Ikran. He was starting to grow thinner and thinner with the patience of telling the little girl every excuse under the sun other than flat out saying that he just wished to spend time with you alone.

Lo'ak, of course, had been no help in calming Tuk down; his motormouth only added fuel to the flame as he continued to pester him alongside her.

"He doesn't want us to come so he can finally make a move on his girlfriend." The youngest boy teased. Lo'ak flinched away from his brother's attempt at kicking him in the shoulder with a knowing chuckle, the comment only made Tuk whine more in disgust.

Muttering an insult as he mounted his ride, Neteyam ignored the tightness in his stomach at just the mere mention of your name beside his hinting towards a romantic relationship; it was an odd pretty relationship you had with the eldest son.

“I won't be fawning, I'm just going because she asked me for help with her research.” Neteyam gave his siblings one more stern glare.

“And she's not my girlfriend.”

Lo’ak doubled in laughter, fuel only added as Neteyam showed more signs of annoyance. “Research? For what, exploring each other's bodies?” Neteyam had only rolled his eyes at the lewd question, taking off just in time for Tuk to ask what the joke had meant.

Neteyam had been to the labs a handful of times, whether it was to hang out with Spider, accompany Kiri to see her mother, or just keep a close eye on Lo'ak to make sure he would stay out of trouble.

But he felt like this visit was just different from all the others—more intimate, greeting the few familiar faces as you guided him by hand through the lab rooms. Ducking through doorways and crouching through cramped human sized halls to your quarters that had been cleared out for a separate space all to yourself.

It had been an old rec room redesigned and rearranged to your liking to hold all your personal belongings and decor. What was notable to Neteyam was the lack of boring control panels, odd techy devices, and bland white furniture all over the rest of the lab.

The usual white and blue alien sleeping pod had been swapped out for a netted hammock similar to the one he would use at home, making your room appear completely disconnected from the rest of the sterile and overly organized aesthetic.

A long desk piled high with books and paperwork was located across from your resting place next to the hatch entrance door, taking up its own space next to the large window overlooking the forest below the cliff. Your desk served as a clear confirmation to Neteyam that you were as intelligent as you appeared.

To enter Neteyam had to duck down enough to fit under the sliding door frame. As he did so, he peered around your messy bedroom with big curious eyes, soaking up as much information as he could about the space you loved to lock yourself up in all day rather than with him. "Okay, so this is what I've got done so far."

He followed the slight gesture of your hand, following towards the splattered spread of canvas against the once white wall now covered in layers of small paintings and scribbled wordings, but there was once a portrait that had caught his eye the most, a towering blue warrior posed with a bow.

You had painted him on your wall.

Neteyam exhales as his long fingers run against the textured wall, his ears folding back, expressing his hidden bashful feelings as he comes face to face for the first time with a beautiful mural of himself.

"Ah, don't touch it," The gentle grasp of his elbow draws his attention back to you, "it's still drying, dummy."

Your entire hand could only manage to wrap around two of his large fingers as you used the bottom hem of your shirt to wipe away the smudged paint on his fingertips, the view allowing Neteyam to look down at you while swallowing at the peak of your midriff.

In a good way, your body was very different from his. In contrast to his towering frame, you were much shorter with skin a warm shade of brown rather than the light sky blue he was used to seeing around.

It was more enticing to Neteyam, you weren't like anyone else he was used to, not even similar to Spider. You were a woman for one, he couldn't help but find himself entranced by you just so soft and plush looking, especially as you stood before him collecting your art supplies from around your bedroom.

He liked the way you always seemed to exude confidence with every step you took. How whenever you were concentrating on a task, your expression would soften, biting at the skin at your lip enough to draw his attention to the shape of your lips.

“Okay, so sit for a moment.”

He does as you say and sits with his legs crossed in front of you while kneeling on the ground. He had managed to have a height difference that reached your collarbone even while he was seated while you stood in front of him. Neteyam felt a bit insecure under your studied, silent gaze, watching your eyes move down his body with an uncomfortable exhale.

It didn't help his anxieties much that you were a more hands on learner, blinking as your hand reached out to caress his face.

A shiver ran up his spine at the gentle brush of your fingers against his cheek. "Your marks are so distinctive, pretty," you complement breathlessly with the trace of your pointing finger against his temple.

His ears twitched, and before he could react, his tail wrapped itself snugly around the middle of your thigh and drew you closer to him.

He murmurs timidly, "Yeah, they're kind of just all over," Before his hands could rest flat on his lap, he gestures while briefly puffing out his chest.

His eyes were looking anywhere but yours, as he was almost close to purring under your gentle touch. He just couldn't trust how his body would react to anything else. It was a mental war, trying not to make it seem as if he was completely gawking at your body.

The lift of your shirt exposed that same part of your stomach that his eyes could only see but his hands longed so desperately to trace. Neteyam’s fingers twitched, making a fist before hesitating in his grasp on your hips, his palm engulfing your sides.

The sight of his thumbs not being able to touch caused him to let out a shaky breath.

You nearly fell over when he suddenly wrapped his strong hands around you. The only thing you noticed was the curious look in his large, yellow eyes that were raking up from your waist as you used his shoulder to help you ground yourself. "Can I see it?" he asks.

You took a moment to process what he was trying to ask before your other hand could instantly cover the pudge of your stomach. "Hm, sure." You finally nod, lifting your shirt just enough to reach the midsection of your torso.

You had your marks in the form of a scar, a healed claw mark that stretched just below your rib, and a memory of the first time Neteyam nearly saved your life from a rogue Thanator that had wandered too far from its territory.

His face winced as he tried to push back the dreaded feeling he still would get in his chest thinking back on that horrible day. His fingers stroke against the rough skin, gentle enough as if he were afraid that he would crush you between his fingers by accident.

"I'm sorry," he mutters shamefully. "I let it leave a mark on you." He felt as if he had taken an arrow to the chest, the clench that he felt nicking in his ribs with every flooded memory of having betrayed your parents and his trust by being unable to truly ensure your safety in his hands.

"I told you to stop apologizing. You saved my life, Neteyam." You reassure him, yet he would fail to feel the same way, his fingers continuing down the scar tissue low enough to reach the waistband of your pants.

Neteyam’s fingers brush more towards your sides, his interest lingering at the hints of stretch marks on the skin of your hips.

"And what about these?" Foreign were the marks embedded against your hips and the dance of his fingers as they dragged down the jagged lines under them, hidden under the waist of your pants.

It was a daring request, meeting eyes with a soft gaze that had a flaming heat feel as if it were flowing through his veins.

Peering down at him with a dark look that made the tug of his tail more inviting, you closed the distance, falling against him with enough reaction time to straddle his waist. “Aren't I the one supposed to be the one studying you?” you whisper

“I don't mind, go ahead.” Your back arches as you encircle his shoulder with your arms and tuck yourself closer as Neteyam watches how you react.

His hands had taken the place of his previous grasp on your thighs, his tail wrapped possessively around your midsection. “Ohe think ohe'm keye’ung love.”

The beating in his chest was dangerous, but so was the way you looked at him before your lips could meet.

Neteyam didn't consider himself to be much of a romantic, the closest he had come to experiencing true love was through the example of the close bond his parents shared.

But as he kissed you, suddenly it all just made sense.

When you pulled away, exhaling hard, all he could do was chase after your mouth. The proportions were only a bit off—not too much that either of you had any objections against—as he swallowed each moan and whine that would pull from your throat.

Neither Neteyam nor you have ever kissed anyone before, maybe it was the way it felt so right to just let each other's instincts take over, grasping and tugging each other tightly as if there were any possible way you could get any closer.

Pure lust was what had taken over as Neteyam felt you shiver under his fingertips, the tangle of your hand in his braids had sent a new, inexperienced spark through his body.

Neteyam hissed at the odd feeling that struck him like a wave. "Oh, sorry," you mutter with a lick of your lips, your arms still laced around him.

He hadn't understood what you were apologizing for at first until he had followed your pointed stare to his crotch.

The feeling that had waved through him was now all too clear as you both glanced shyly at his bulging situation—that you had the guts to reach out and fondle before he could even process how to breathe once more.

With a sigh of breath, Neteyam practically whines at the contact, too caught up with the pit forming in his lower stomach to feel the embarrassment he would have felt at the pitch of the noises that parted from his lips.

You readjust yourself in his hold, wincing slightly at the death grip he had on your thighs. The small space you created was enough for you to fully get a better grasp on his length, disregarding the cloth that held his privacy and rubbing your thumb over the dark blue tip of his dick, smearing the precum that he oozed.

Neteyam doesn't know whether he wants to watch or squeeze his eyes shut, his expression pained, yet his body felt everything but.

His breath was shaky, and his limbs were tensing with each fisted stroke.

All he could do was tremble and moan as you jerked him off. "Ah, hold on, p–please." As he sagged forward and whimpered, Neteyam attempted to catch his breath.

His sudden deadweight forced you to fall backward onto your back, where you then caught yourself lying beneath him. You followed suit to the small moment of mercy, mostly for your own sake at the dull tiredness in your wrist.

Now that the position had not helped much to ease whatever was building up inside, Neteyam sighed at the newfound feeling of rutting himself against the soft skin of your leg that his dick was pressed against.

Wanting more of the skinship, Neteyam’s hands wandered to whatever they could grab, hearing you giggle slightly from the ticklish sensation.

It was the guide of your hand wrapping around his wrist, guiding his hand lower past the waistband of your pants. He felt drunk watching the way your expression shifted at just the mere feeling of his long fingers finding just the spot where you needed him most.

It was an otherworldly sensation that Neteyam was experiencing, feeling you tight around his fingers and pistoning in and out of you at a careful, almost unbearably slow pace with each thrust.

Even as you finished with your tense muscles clenching around him and a broken moan that made him shiver, a noise of encouragement would make him never want to stop praising you.

Once Neteyam got a look at his slick covered fingers, it was like a lightbulb had switched on.

Before you could even process the end of your orgasm, Neteyam had crawled down closer to your legs, leaning down desperately and tugging off your pants. Both of you still found the atmosphere light and comfortable enough to humor each other's eagerness.

Your laughter faded into small gasps at the strength with which Neteyam had elevated you enough to bury his face into your pussy sitting crouched on his knees as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

The same tongue he used to shyly babble to you with is now showing its true talent as his fingers probe you open the twitch of your hips shift against his mouth, directing him straight to his tongue sucking at your clit.

It doesn't take much strength for him to hold you in place, your entire lower half is lifted in his grasp, knees bent and held up against his shoulders, and you use your elbows to perch yourself up as your muscles clench from the pleasure of your orgasm.

Neteyam, who hadn't had much of a grasp on the ecstasy of climaxing, continued to suck and finger until you trembled all over and were begging out his name for mercy.

He was practically boneless, and tears threatened to roll down your cheeks as he finally allowed you to collapse into a heap of putty mess flat on the floor.

You push out your arms lazily, beckoning Neteyam into your embrace as you tug him down to lay on his chest with each other's legs tangled together, panting the same breath.

It was a comfortable moment of silence, listening to the matched rhythm of each other's heartbeat.

#[ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ★ — t.wrks. ]#neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam smut #avatar the way of water #avatar neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar smut

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omg the schlatt x masc fem s/o headcanons make me go absolutely insane ckksjfksjdkskskksk please please please do more

LMAO i’m glad u liked them

everyone asks you what to get him for his birthday since you know him best and ted took you on a mini shopping spree which you were excited for!!

as soon as you guys were walking through the mall you stopped at a victoria secret, looking at all the lacy panties and bras before picking up a thong

“i think he would like this, it’s not his size though” you say before asking a worker for their biggest size

a bunch of stupid shirts with saying like “i ❤️ getting pegged” “must be on estrogen from the way my rack keeps growing” etc.

the biggest monster dildo you can find at spencer’s with a tube of flavored lube

of course while you got him a few stupid gag gifts you got him shirts and things he would genuinely enjoy

getting mad at him and saying you’ll shove things up his ass and nicknames getting more insulting

“fisting your ass tonight, no prep” “i’ll stick my foot up your ass, bitch” “shut up, that’s why your hole is fucking gaping” “move broad”

schlatt laughs at it sometimes, kissing you on the forehead as you call him a broad and wrapping an arm around your waist

when he asks for your food you feed it to him, airplane and all

if he’s struggling to open a bottle or something and getting frustrated you’ll calmly grab it and open it before handing it to him with a wink and kiss

yk how he was pretending to eat pussy in that one chuckle sandwich vid? you pretend to part open and eat his ass

when you two walk off together you kick his ass and/or the back of his knees because you think it’s funny

yk those videos that are like “when the 5’2 homie finally agrees to cross dressing (he’s definitely getting it tonight)”

yeah you send those to jay all the time and tell him that the height is slowly going up so you’re just waiting until it’s 6’2

along with other memes like that

if anyone tries to defeminize you he’s on their ass IMMEDIATELY!!

“she might as well be your boyfriend with tits and in a dress” some girl says laughing slightly “well she’s my girlfriend with tits and more femininity than you could ever dream of” schlatt says crossing his arms “not ran through either”

doesn’t like it when men flirt with you but finds it funny once you get tired of them talking about fucking you and get started talking about fingering their asshole and they grimace in disgust before he appears

“hey sweetheart” he says wrapping his arm around your shoulders “thanks for keepin’ her fingers warm for me champ” he says to the guy jokingly as you giggle

posting him with songs like eating by CP hollywood & suki

“fuck is this?” he asks showing you your latest instagram story “an appreciation post for you” you say innocently smiling

Silly costumes for bits or for halloween parties!!

schlatt dressed as jessica rabbit n u as roger rabbit!! you as a prim and proper doctor n schlatt as a sexy nurse, complete with the fishnets and fake syringe

u get the silly costumes n he gets the sexy slutty ones

your behavior gets so normalized schlatt doesn’t even bat an eyelash at it anymore

“pegging session tonight?” you ask him, grinning as he rolls his eyes “only if you’re in leather”

groping at his man boobs, ass and thighs

“goo goo ga ga, i want milk” you say groping at his chest as schlatt pushes your face away, annoyed

if he’s ever walking in front of of you, checking out his ass and whistling at him

nsfw!!

drunkenly going up to schlatt at a costume party and saying “you look so pretty in your costume princess, imma eat you out when we get home” before schlatt pulls you into his lap and telling you “we’ll 69 it” as he undoes your tie and you go red in the face

making out with him at a party, parting with your face flushed and a string of saliva connecting the both of you

the first thing you say, looking up at him with hazy eyes, “no homo” schlatt looks at you confused before yelling “ITS NOT FUCKING GAY”

likes watching you walk around in flowy dresses and skirts knowing the second you both are alone he’s gonna be lifting them up and having you sobbing for him

he loves taking you into a bathroom, lifting your skirt snd fucking you into oblivion

“where’s the big strong girl huh? the one that said she was gonna peg me, huh?” he asks with your knees over his forearms (full nelson) and making you look in the mirror, completely weak to his touches and unable to escape

“look at my girl when she’s all cute and submissive” he says grinning and forcing you to look into the mirror

“where’s that bratty mouth you had earlier, hm?” he asks while he has you bent over on a counter as he goes in and out of your cunt, making you tighten up on his length

is mean to you in bed but there are times where he’s soft with you, calling himself lucky for having you, calling you his pretty wife, etc.

aftercare is top tier, will clean you up and get you food or drinks, whatever you want

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt x reader smut #schlatt x reader smut

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reader being part of an og sword gang & meeting the current crows <3 lowercase intended ; possibly ooc crow boys ; includes cussing ; reader is shorter than todoroki and rao ; violence / harrassment in binzo's

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MISAKI "RAO" MARIO ♥︎ OYAKOU

“let me talk to him!” you frown, crossing your arms across your chest. todoroki raises an eyebrow your way, only tilting his head. “give me his number, four eyes!”

“you’re calling me names and expect me to be nice to you?”

yasushi saunters his way to both of you, a grin growing on his face when he heard you arguing with todoroki. he giggles at your insults, “as if that’s different from any other day! you’re [name]’s favorite to tease, after all.”

throwing his arm across your shoulders, yasushi pouts and coos your way as he pinches your cheeks between one hand, making your lips pucker. “and who could say no to this cutie?”

you play along, widening your eyes and batting them innocently. a new voice calls out cheerfully, fujio waving enthusiastically at all of you. he’s got a larger boy trailing behind him, ever-present scowl on his face deepening at your position.

fujio points his finger between the three of you. “and what’s going on here?”

“bullying,” your voice is garbled — muffled from yasushi’s hand still pushing your lips together. you shove his hand away and turn to fujio with a frown. “this big, dumb jerk,” todoroki raises an eyebrow, “won’t let me talk to murayama.”

“why do you need to talk to him?” fujio tilts his head. rao just continues to watch on, wondering if he should step in and protect you or not.

you look to your feet shyly. “i miss him, is all. and seki and furuya and— jus’ give me his number!” you turn to todoroki again, raising your voice.

“i’ll think about it…” todoroki leans closer to you, making a show of bending over so that he’s your height. “shortstack.”

it’s immediate — your reaction. you slam the tip of your foot at the glasses wearing boy, only missing because he blocked the move. dropping your foot, you swing it again and meet his stomach this time, hitting your target this time.

you scowl, “little bitch. call me short again.”

yasushi is cackling beside you, an arm sling across his stomach as tears gather in his eyes. rao is looking at you closer now, inching away slowly.

“you go to a weird school.” it’s murmured in fujio’s ear as todoroki straightens up with a glare.

fujio giggles with a shrug, “i know! i love it here.”

MASHII "MERCY" TAKEHIKO ♥︎ WHITE RASCALS

you’re bobbing your head to the song playing over the speakers, shimmying with the dancers who come by to say hello. rocky and koo haven’t made a reappearance yet, but you weren’t worried — they could take care of themselves and everyone else in the building.

“my love!” a voice calls out. you grin, looking up from the beer you’re pouring to see kizzy lean on the bar to see you. she pouts, “have you seen rocky or kaito? i’m bored.”

you copy her pout, sliding the beers to where they belong before leaning closer to her. “i can keep you entertained, i don’t mind.”

“ooh,” she grins at the wink you send her way. playfully swatting at you before she fans her face with her hand, kizzy coyly flirts back. “i’d want nothing more, [name]!”

kaito steps up beside her, simply raising an eyebrow at her flushed cheeks before looking at you. you only shrug, “careful, or i’ll steal your girlfriend.”

kizzy giggles as kaito swoops her away, a minuscule smile on his lips as he does so. you chuckle and clean a few glasses before an order catches your attention. as you slide the rum and coke over, a new face pops up at the bar. he’s wearing sunglasses, and has a scar on his right cheek. rocky pats the newbie on the shoulder as he passes by, nodding to you as he goes.

looking the new comer up and down, you tilt your head with a squint. walking so that you’re in front of him, you ignore the way he stiffens and speak. “are you old enough to be here?”

“are you old enough to be working here?” he replies.

you purse your lips, nodding slowly before grinning. “…touché, sir. what can i get you?”

“mercy,” he says instead — you only blink. he clears his throat, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and hitting the bottom of the carton before pulling one out. “my name is mercy. can i smoke in here?”

“it’s allowed, but i hate it.” you curl your nose up. “did you decide on a drink?”

he looks you up and down again, the movement hidden by the sunglasses he wears. a cigarette is perched between his teeth — he pulls it out and licks his lips before speaking. “what’s your name?”

you let out a sigh, but your name is called before you can reply. kizzy is back, allowing herself behind the bar as she gathers you into her arms. her nose is nuzzled into your neck as she speaks, “kaito and i are taking you home today! lucky us.”

you hum, catching kaito’s gaze over the bar. he nods, looking at mercy from the corner of his eye. “lucky you, indeed. i’ll make your favorite for dinner.”

kizzy whines, shuffling further into your neck. it makes you grin ; how comfortable they both are with you. she pulls away only slightly and glares mercy’s way. “who’s this? a new guy who doesn’t know club heaven’s dress code?”

“be nice to the poor guy,” you nudge her with a small laugh. “he probably came for a meeting with rocky.”

she only hmph’s, curling back into your neck. she and kaito stay there for the rest of the night, not allowing mercy to talk to you anymore. while it got on his nerves, you couldn’t help but laugh fondly at how protective they were over you.

YAMAGUCHI MAGOROKU ♥︎ SANNOH HOODLUM SQUAD

naomi is instructing you on how to make the perfect omurice just as the door dings open. you both straighten up, looking at each other wide-eyed before rushing to the front. naomi wipes her hands on her apron, “welcome to it— oh, it’s just you.”

snorting at the quick drop in her voice, you smile at the man who’s just stepped through the door. tsukumo nods your way, taking a seat at the bar without a word. naomi’s frown deepens, “why are you here?”

“don’t be so mean!” you chose her softly. taking her place in front of tsukumo, you grin. “hello, sir! what can i get for you?”

“don’t act so coy.” he speaks sternly, eyes on the motorcycle keys he’s holding. you tsk, pouting at his dismissal of your advances. naomi snorts, looking down so you can’t see her laughing. “do you have any onigiri made?”

naomi nods, “tuna, right? spicy?”

tsukumo hums and finally looks up to watch her disappear to the kitchen. you ignore the ding of the door and flutter your eyelashes his way. he blinks, pushing you away from him softly by poking your forehead. “you have a customer, stop flirting with me.”

“you’re a customer, too… technically.” you sigh and walk to the new comer, eyes a little dimmer but still mischievous. he’s wearing a cheetah print button up, his hair pulled back in a ponytail as he chews on a piece of gum. “welcome to itokan! what can i get for you?”

the boy looks at you, gulping lightly before glancing tsukumo’s way. “what do you serve?”

you deadpan, glancing back to the giant menu above the bar before turning back to him. you resist the urge to point at it, reminding yourself he wasn’t one of the sannoh boys, so you had to be nicer. “jus’ say what you want and i’ll let you know.”

“hm…” he makes a show of looking you up and down, grinning as he pops his gum with his teeth. you snort as he blows up the gum once more, rolling your eyes.

“me?” you say it in the same voice you’d been using to speak to tsukumo. the older man is peering back at you with naomi, watching the stranger with hawk-like eyes. you pop the bubble he’s made, “not a chance, pretty boy.”

MIYAUCHI "BINZO" KOZO ♥︎DARUMA IIKA

you regret not wearing your red jacket today. simply put, a group of teen boys spotted you and decided they needed to talk to you. for whatever reason they had, your numerous no, not interested’s didn’t deter them at all. that led to you pushing them away from you and that turned into a fight.

and there you were, slamming your fist into the apparent leader’s nose until he ended up choking on his own blood. his eyes are swollen and teary, but they still regard you with terror, “you’re a demon!”

a proud smile crawls onto your face, covering your previous rage. “yeah — that’s what they call me!”

your words make his eyes widen more before he promptly passes out. you let out a huff, sitting on your bottom and leaning against the wall behind you. they’d gotten a few swings in at first — the pain had only settled in now. you hiss at your busted knuckles, “fuckin’ brats. can’t take no for an answer. hope they learned their lesson, at least.”

“oya?” your cackling is interrupted by a curious sound. at the entrance of the alley — you couldn’t let civilians see you fight! — a boy with wild hair stands. he reminds you of murayama for some reason ; the thought makes your grin more feral. “need help?”

“yeah, actually!” you slide up the wall slowly, wincing at the ache in your ankle. they might’ve sprained it, or you did after kicking them so many times. you wave the boy over, “help me hobble home, hm?”

he comes over slowly, assessing the situation you’d found yourself in. at his lack of speed, you frown and lean further into the wall. he nods to the pile of boys, “you do that?”

you look over them emotionlessly with a shrug, “they wouldn’t listen to me.”

hands lock around your knees, the world turning upside down as he pulls you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. you squeak, hitting his back with the palms of your hands. “you’re making me nauseous, you brute!”

“oh, sorry.” you’re sat back down, hands on your knees as you heave in breaths. you glare his way, but have to hide your laugh at the clueless expression on his face. you swirl your hand in a circle, motioning for him to turn. he tilts his head at you, “hm?”

“piggy back. so much easier.” you’re lifted onto his back, arms winding around his neck and holding on gently. you hum, “much better.”

he eyes your busted knuckles, thinking back to the pile of passed out bodies he’d seen. just how strong were you? what was with the rage you held? he shakes off his thoughts and asks a different question instead. “where do i take you to?”

he can feel your grin against his neck. “you’ll know when you see a sea of red.”

maybe it would’ve been better to just leave you there, he thinks as he steps into devil’s area.

KAMUI ITO ♥︎ RUDE BOYS

“think we need these?” he’s walking down the snack aisle when your voice carries over to him. peaking over the shelves, he can see a haggle of messy, dirty children following behind you. “should get some just in case, hm? the boys need anything?”

eri puts a finger to her chin as she thinks and you grin her way. another girl is eyeing the candy bars and you try your best to keep your smile on. you only had enough money to get some essentials — no sweet treats for today, sadly. eri snaps her fingers, “band-aids!”

“getting some first aid is a good idea. thanks, sweetie.” eri grins at the praise, scooting ahead to grab some antibacterial wipes. you let the kids pick the band-aids, giggling at the thought of seeing the scary and tough rude boys wearing hello kitty bandages.

you swipe a few more things into your basket before asking for their help again. he lingers behind you, smile hidden under his mask at the way you interact with the kids. it reminds him of rao — makes him soft and gooey as you giggle along with them.

“okay, my loves,” they all stand in front of you as you call. in a single line, holding each other’s hands — a formation that was drilled into their minds the first time they left nameless city — you go over the small list you’d made with them. you nod, “think this is it. ready to head back?”

they cheer, ignoring the looks other customers give them. you, on the other hand, send a dark glare to anyone looking at the mis-matched kids in any unkind way. the bell rings as you open the door, numerous bags in your hands. eri is in the lead, one tiny hand holding onto the back of your shirt as the other is clasped with the boy behind her.

the walk back to your district will be a tedious one with your hands this full. nothing you haven’t managed before, though. the clearing of a throat hits you from behind and you turn to see a boy, a mask covering the bottom half of his face. you stiffen, walking in front of the kids with a stone face.

the boy gestures to the bags, “want help?”

want — not need. because he knew you didn’t need help, but wanted to offer his services anyways. you glance back at the kids — they nod encouragingly. “okay, sure. we’re headed to nameless city.”

that would deter him for sure. any time your district is spoken of, crinkled noses and disgusted faces are on the other end of the conversation. instead, he nods and collects a few bags from your hands. “i’ll stay in the back, then, so that the kids are protected from both sides.”

as you walk back, you call out for the kids to sound off every few minutes. just to make sure no one was lost ; to make sure everyone was still with you. he smiles at that — so wide that his eyes scrunch above his mask.

arriving back to nameless city, you see takeshi and p waiting for you. their grins turn into unfriendly frowns as they catch the boy who’d walked with you. p greets the children happily, guiding them away from the stranger as takeshi comes to help you with the bags. he nods to the boy, “who’s that?”

you meet his eyes and smile, seeing his own growing under his mask. “a friend.” you walk up to the boy, “thank you for helping us today.”

he sighs — almost dreamily, it sounds — handing you the bags he’d been carrying. “anytime. anywhere. see you soon?”

takeshi glares as he pulls you back into the city, scrunching his nose at the boy. “no. goodbye.”

your giggles ring around the city, curling against takeshi and p’s scolding. he sighs, pulling his mask down as he watches your figure become smaller and smaller as you walk deeper into the city. he’s doomed — absolutely doomed — when he gets back to the crow’s district.

——♥︎—— happy release day! am aching to write more for every h&l character so i'm using today as an excuse hehe <3 ofc the harem will b tagged @rouzuchan @straysugzhpe @yuken-gf @star2fishmeg airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

#high&low the worst x #high&low cross #suzuran crows #daruma ikka #oya high #oyakou #rude boys #white rascals #sannoh hoodlum squad #high&low x reader #high & low x reader #high & low the worst x #rao x reader #binzo x reader #mercy x reader #yamaguchi x reader #kamui x reader #not sure how else to tag this <3

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neuvistar · 1 year

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MARYSE IM SONASORRY BUT MINOR SPOILERS IN THE BLUE LOCK MANGA !!

there was this one momeny where isagi was abt to be kicked by a particular guy and then he was kinda saved by chigiri, and bachira came n started cracking his knuckles n he was probs abt to beef w the dude cuzzz 😍😍 like he was like “if you wanna go, i’m down” LIKEEEE 😍😍😍 he’s soooo..

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MINOR SPOILERS EVERYONE <33 oh my days. i’ve started the manga a few days ago n yk continued on from where i finished in the anime n now i’m very far into it LMFAO so so fast! i think i know what you mean, it was with shidou right?? I THINK I SAW THAT. I WAS FREAKING OUT HE WAS RLLY GETTIN READY LMFAOO <33 he’s so cute, he deserves a writing from me! here you go 🍨 anon, didnt even request for it but it’s fine i love my anons!

maryse from the future ^.^ — MY OTHER BELOVED ANONS I SQEAR ILL FINISH OTHER WORKS I SWEAR I APOLOGIZE

FOR YOU AND YOU ONLY.

— featuring . meguru bachira x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . sfw. cringe warning cringe warning waha!! bachira bein there for you how sweet of him, a lil bit of she/her pronouns, perhaps reader is hinted to be a lil shorter in height, hints of violence but i promise it’s not that bad ૮꒰⸝⸝´ᜊ ˋ⸝⸝꒱ა, um kinda ooc maybe?? IDK i gave up halfway and this may be a lil short n terrible but oh well it’s ALRIGHT i’m tired overall sfw content, not much warnings woohoo !! tell me if I should add / missed a few things ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

ੈ‧₊˚ “i’ll be willing to do anything to protect you”

✦ MEGURU . BACHIRA

frustrated. bachira was frustrated at the sound of chuckles and loud chattering from the men he was a few feet across from, gosh.. do they have to be this loud? it was just a few minutes after his game ended, he was exhausted and these two people weren’t helping at all, he grew more frustrated by the second. he glanced at the two for a good two minutes, cocking a brow. now hang on.. those were the guys that were speaking ill about you!

“the lady that gave him the bottled water? she’s his girlfriend?! quite the taste meguru bachira has.”

“nuh uh quit lying to yourself, she doesn’t look too pleasing. if anything, i’ve seen better looking women. see now, i don’t even know why bachira picked someone unattractive like her, i thought he’d have a better taste when it comes to women.”

“well it appears he doesn’t”

bachira’s heart dropped to his stomach, just what the hell were they on about? he bit the inside of his cheek, running his fingers through his hair before crossing his arms clearly upset at what the two guys had to say about you. he was getting even more and more frustrated by the second, who are they to tell him if his partner looks attractive or not, that isn’t their decision to make! fuck.. he couldn’t take it anymore. bachira stood up, making his way over to the two boys talking ill about you. “ahem.” the duo looked at each other then back at him, letting out a few laughs here and there. he’s basically told everyone around him about you, so much even people know about you both but these two guys don’t seem to get it. bachira knew how sensitive you were, he knew how quick you can take insults to heart, he wants to take matters in his own hands at times and protect you.

“to me, it seems as if you both seem to have the guts to talk ill about someone you don’t even know personally, thinking i wouldn’t hear what was running in your mouths.” he glared at the two, taking a step forward towards them.

“shit dude why are you so angry, can’t take a joke?”

“yeah, we were just joking. you’re getting all aggressive n defensive for nothing”

bachira’s body tensed, clenching his fists. did they really have to edge him on even longer? he was losing his patience, he wanted to tell these boys to scram already. unfortunately, the duo did not speak my further, attempting to walk out only to be stopped by bachira himself. “listen here, if i ever hear you both run your mouths about her once more, i’ll show you how aggressive and defensive i can get” “trying to sound all tough are ya? what are you going to do huh?” he smirked, cracking his knuckles. “guess we’ll have to find out.”

— buuuwwep !! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა

“meguru!” you ran up to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck as your nose picked up his scent, lips curving into a smile. “missed you so much, y’know that?” he grinned, hands resting on your hips, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. you’re too sweet.. even though his mood changed when he saw you, he still can’t help but repeat whatever those guys said about you in his head, he exhaled lowly and grabbed your hand, kissing it before holding it tightly against his own. tilting your head and looking up in curiosity, you couldn’t help but sense something unusual about your boyfriend, “something the matter, meguru?” bachira tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“ah. . nono it’s nothing, how about we go cool down with some ice cream? it’s kinda hot, isn’t it?” “of course, let’s go” deep inside of his heart, he couldn’t help but feel upset for you. who do those people think they are? they think they can just walk in and talk ill about someone as sweet as you are? most people have no human decency, he thought. he cant let you know about anything, he was willing to block all kinds of negative things from you, protect you from anything that tries to harm you in any way.

“if i’m being honest i never expected her to even get together with bachira, she doesn’t really suit him.” a voice can be heard from the opposite direction from where you and him were walking, he sighed to himself. if only he could protect you from everything, but sometimes he can’t always be your knight in shining armour, and that’s frustrating to him. if only he was always there by your side, he wanted to be by your side, he wanted to always be there for you but he is aware he can’t always be there beside you, someday he knows that you’ll overhear something from others.. someday and somehow. but regardless of anything, bachira is willing to prevent you from hearing ill things about you, he is willing to do anything to protect you, for you and you only.

This is so rushed omg i’m so sorry it’s late at night i’m losing my mind ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა — Maryse

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #ᖭི༏ᖫྀ anons ଘ(੭´꒳`)°#*･｡ﾟ🍨 anon #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bachira x reader #bachira x you #bachira fluff #blue lock bachira #bllk bachira #bllk imagines #maryse starts liking blue lock era!!!!! <333

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maverickbabes · 11 months

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I'm sorry

Aged!Up!Lo'ak Sully x female!human!reader!

Lo'ak and Reader are both 19

Warnings: Angst to fluff, cussing, insults, size/height difference, hurt y/n, cute and fluff ending. I think that's all :)

Summary: Lo'ak and y/n are fighting and Lo'ak insults her, not knowing how much it hurt her. Y/n breaks up with Lo'ak and he plans something cute and romantic trying to make it up to her.

A/N: Hi my darlings. So my writer's block is somewhat gone so I was able to write this which i'm very happy about. My depression is still kicking my butt but I'm trying to power through it :) Enjoy!

requested by: @ella34435

"Lo'ak you need to be more careful" Y/n scolds him as she begins wrapping up the small wound on his arm. Her mask makes a hissing sound as she takes a breath and Lo'ak rolls his eyes as he turns his head to look out of the hut, annoyance evident on his face.

"You wouldn't understand" He mutters under his breath as he gets up and begins to walk out of the hut. "Hey what did you say?" Y/n asks concern in her voice while she reaches for his much bigger hand, halting him movements.

Lo'ak closes his eyes in frustration as he turns around to look at y/n. His tall 7'7 frame towered over her small 5'4 frame. "I said you wouldn't understand" He repeats as he looks down at her and y/n shakes her head in disbelief.

She grabs both of his hands into her and pulls him closer to her as she tilts her head up to look at him. "I do understand Lo trust me I-" She says but Lo'ak scoffs and lets go of her hands. "You don't! You aren't a clan member" He said as he turns around and begins to walk out of the hut.

"I DO understand Lo'ak! Just because I'm not a fucking clan member doesn't mean I don't understand you!" Y/n shouts at his backside and this makes something snap inside him. He turns around so quick causing his two braids to whip around, the beads clanking against each other.

"You're not like me who's some freak that has five fingers instead of four! All you are is a stupid sky person that has to breathe through that mask just to survive on Pandora!" He snaps as he huffs in anger. Y/n could feel her heart break just from that sentence her boyfriend said.

Stupid sky person

Needs the mask just to survive on Pandora

Stupid sky person.

Tears brimmed in y/n's eyes as she looked down at the ground, silence falling between the two. "I can't do this anymore" She whispers as she ran out of the hut tears streaking down her face. Lo'ak eyes widen as he realize what just happened.

She broke up with him.

"Y/n. Baby wait" Lo'ak says running out after y/n but soon stops once he realizes that there was no way he was going to catch up with her. Defeat flooded through Lo'ak as he hung his head low, slowly walking back to the hut with a frown. He really fucked up this time didn't he?

He didn't mean what he said, he was just frustrated and took it out on his girlfriend. "I need to make it up to her" Lo'ak mumbles to himself as he begins to devise a plan so he could show her how much he does love her and apologize.

"Baby bro, why are you pacing around?" Neteyam says to Lo'ak and he looks towards the entrance of the hut to see his older brother standing there with a small smile. "I kinda really fucked up with y/n today and I'm thinking of a way to make it up to her" He explains genuinely feeling horrible for what he said.

Neteyam nods his head in understanding then walks over to his younger brother to give his shoulders a squeeze. "You got this mighty warrior" Neteyam encourages as he ruffles up his braids, earning a playful hiss from Lo'ak.

The next few days Lo'ak planned a romantic date for y/n. Y/n was in the healer's hut organizing and restocking the supplies when she saw the front flap open, revealing Lo'ak. She stops herself from rolling her eyes as she gets up and begins to focus on another project - On the other side of the hut.

"I come in peace" Lo'ak says, lifting his hands up in surrender as he gave her a small smile. "You're not injured, so what do you want Lo'ak?" Y/n said with a hint of sadness and hurt as she leaned against the table and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Okay I deserved that. I was wondering if you can come with me?" He asks as he walks over to her, noticing how her cheeks were dusted with a light pink tint just from him moving closer to her. "I don't know Lo'ak. We broke up and I d-" She starts to say but he cuts her off as he knew what she was going to say.

He grabs her hands into his and gives them a small squeeze, smiling at how her hands were so small compared to his. "I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere romantic" He says as he reaches up to move some of her stray hair that fell over her mask.

Y/n leans into his touch for a moment before opening her eyes and looks up at the boy she loves oh so much. "Fine. Lead the way" She tells him reluctantly and he smiles widely before taking her by the hand and running out the hut.

"Lo slow down!" Y/n screams cheerfully with some fear laced in her voice as she nearly falls over her feet multiple times. Lo'ak stops in his tracks before turning around and picking her up bridal style. Y/n lets out a giggle as she looks in the direction he was walking while Lo'ak chuckled to at her clumsiness.

"Why are we going to the forest Lo?" Y/n questions as she looks up at him and he glances down at her before looking forward once more. "It's a surprise y/n. It's worth it, I hope" He says whispering the last part at the end as he maneuvers his way through the forest while his stomach starts to flutter with butterflies.

"And we're here" He says setting y/n down gently on the ground and she looks in front of her in shock. In front of her was a blanket with a variety of snacks and drinks, including some riding gear for y/n. "You did all of this?" She asks surprised as she could feel the tears form in her eyes.

He nods grabbing her hands and gets down on his knee so he can be eye level with her. "I planned this for you so I could apologize. You're not a stupid sky person. You're my person and I love you. I know you need that mask to survive and if you didn't have that mask, you wouldn't be here

And I thank my lucky stars that I get to see you everyday. I know you're planning on transferring to your na'vi body but I love you just the way you are. I love you and I'm sorry" He explains to her feeling a tear fall down his cheek and y/n sniffles before wrapping her arms around him, squeezing tightly.

"I love you too Lo. I'll always love you" She whispers as she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. God she missed him and missed being his. After a few moments had pass, he reluctantly releases from the hug to look at her and she places her hand on his face.

"Can I be yours again Lo'ak?" She says her voice cracking a little and he nods his head before wrapping his arms around her once more, pulling her onto his lap. He held her in his arms and she lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. "I want to try something" She mumbles as she takes a deep breath then takes off her mask.

Lo'ak eyes widens in concern as he was about to say something but she grabs his face and crashes her lips against his, instantly shutting him up. His large hands find their way to her hips and he pulls her impossibly closer to his chest as they stay like that.

"Mmm" Y/n hums into the kiss before breaking it and immediately putting her mask back on. Lo'ak looks at her while a whole bunch of emotions go through him all at once.

Happy, Scared, Loving, Aroused, Content

Instead of doing what he originally had planned, he moved everything off the blanket and laid down on it with his arms opened for y/n to accept. She shakes her head before laying down next to him and snuggling up against his chest.

"I love you y/n" Lo'ak whispers as he runs his fingertips across her arm. "I love you Lo" She repeats as she smiles before looking up at the Tree of Voices, thanking Eywa silently in her head.

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suchaladyy · 6 months

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Halloween Party

I did a sprinting game with @nonamemanga @cupoteahatter @midsvmmars! We all wrote Halloween party fics with different dialogue prompts. I did #50 (both) from this list.

Prompt 1: “I can hear your heartbeat - why is it going so fast all of a sudden?”

Prompt 2: “But I don’t care what anyone else thinks!”

I sprinted this for 20 or so minutes and did not edit it. It is 863 words and Rated T. Enjoy!

Tyler grunted quietly as Wednesday slammed into him, herding him not so gently so that his back was flush with the wall and she was pressed up against him. She shushed him as if the sound of his breath being forced from his lungs by her small, deceptively hard body was voluntary. As if he couldn’t be trusted, she pressed her cold hand against his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

Although Wednesday and Tyler were now dating after he began attending Nevermore and they made up, they were keeping it a secret. Why? Tyler didn’t exactly know. Their relationship had begun so unorthodoxly, with heated, angry makeout sessions in the corridors when they were supposed to be in class that eventually turned into much less angry - but no less heated - makeout sessions in her dorm when Enid had student council meetings.

At first, Tyler had understood why she wanted to keep it private. He was still new at Nevermore, and he wasn’t exactly winning any popularity contests. But now, they’d been dating for months, and she still insisted that they sneak around. Tyler couldn’t help but be a little hurt by it.

Tyler looked down at her and rolled his eyes at her dramatics. Not caring enough to get a costume for Halloween, Wednesday was clad in her old Poe Cup team uniform, a tight, athletic number completed by a cat ear headband. That costume was to blame for their current predicament. They were both in attendance of the Nightshade’s secret Halloween Party in the library, Tyler a guest of Ajax’s and Wednesday a guest of Enid’s. He’d planned to mostly keep his distance from her, but when Wednesday had walked in in that tight black catsuit with those adorable ears, a grumpy look on her face, all of his plans had gone out the window.

He’d quietly pulled her aside, leading her behind one of the stacks and pressing her roughly against the wall. Wednesday definitely hadn’t minded, if her using him as a scratching post was any indication - that is, until they heard someone walk by their little hiding spot drunkenly singing to themselves. They hadn’t noticed them, and yet Tyler was still crushed against the wall, Wednesday’s clammy hand on his mouth rather than her lips.

“I can hear your heartbeat - why is it going so fast all of a sudden?” Wednesday asked in a whisper, her head pressed against his chest due to their height difference.

Tyler raised an unamused eyebrow at her, and Wednesday huffed and removed her hand, taking a step back. He crossed his arms and leveled a look at her. “Maybe because you’re treating us hooking up like a high stakes heist?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wednesday scowled, looking away.

“You probably gave be a bump on the back of my head because you so badly don’t want to be seen with me.”

“You heal fast.”

“Wednesday,” Tyler insisted.

“Neither of us want the whole school talking about us. It’s not just me.”

“But I don’t care what anyone else thinks!” Tyler said, too loudly, and lowered his voice. “Listen. I get it. I know…that I’m not the most popular guy here. And I get it, why no one likes me. But I can’t have my own girlfriend ashamed of me, too.” Hurt bloomed in his chest at his own words as he realized just how much this had been bothering him.

“What?” Wednesday asked. “Are you stupid?”

“Okay, insults are not helping right now-”

She cut him off. “Let me set one thing straight. I do not care what anyone in this vapid school thinks of me or our relationship. I simply do not want to be the subject of insipid gossip. I get enough of that being Enid’s roommate.” Her eyes were hard but honest.

Tyler paused, hope bleeding into the hurt in his chest. “So you aren’t ashamed of me for massacring the town and your classmates last year?”

Wednesday gave him another look like he was an idiot but with an edge of fondness that made him glow. “Come here,” she said, grabbing his wrist and pulling on him.

“Wow, you’re really manhandling me tonight. Is it the costume? Cause I can wear it again-” Tyler joked, goofy with happiness.

She yanked him into the bustling party. “Hey!” Wednesday shouted, quieting the laughter and talking and commanding the room. “Tyler is my boyfriend, and I am proud of his monstrous tendencies. I want to hear nothing more on the matter,” she said venomously, her eyes warning them to challenge her.

After a moment of silence, Bianca chimed in from the back of the room. “Yeah, we can see your whiskers and nose smeared all over your face. Not exactly subtle,” she said, referring to the makeup Enid had convinced her to wear to complete her costume.

Wednesday turned around and glared at Tyler as if it was his fault. It kind of was, to be honest, but all he could do was smile.

#wyler #weyler #wednesday and tyler #Halloween #holiday #weyler fanfiction #wyler fic #drabble #prompt fill #sprint

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apples4day · 6 days

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All You Have || Yandere! Takumi Ichinose x Fem! Reader (Drabble)

I do NOT condone Takumi’s actions or think he is a good person. This is for funsies!!

Takumi understood your situation very well. That night, the night you fell into his arms crying, he knew. He knew how easy it would be to have you wrapped around his finger. You had called him earlier that day, he could only imagine what you looked like. A warm coat wrapped around you, your bag hanging on your arm as you drank coffee while sitting in a cafe. The Vivianne Westwood necklace he bought for you months ago sitting pretty around your neck. You had called from a cafe, from what he could tell by the background noise. “Takumi, it’s been awhile. Wanna hang out sometime?”

You knew he wouldn’t deny you. Your history being your confidence. Takumi always had puppy eyes for you, his best friend. One day he came to your house, flowers in hand, “Y/n, be my girlfriend.” He demanded from you. Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, peeking around you and seeing the bassist standing at your door looking at you like you were his soulmate. The door opened slightly more, Takumi was able to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch from the door. “Why is he here?”

After you rejected him, slamming the door in his face, you didn’t talk for months. Until today, when you called him, sipping coffee without a care in the world. He said yes of course. He didn’t want anything more than to hang out with you. So one thing led to another and later that day you fell into his arms crying over your boyfriend. Crying your eyes out. Takumi took in your scent, enjoying how you always smelt like vanilla. “Is this why you called?”

He sat you down gently on the couch, still towering over you somehow. “I don’t..understand. First I lose my job! I’m broke, Takumi. And then a day later I catch him with some prostitute on my bed!” You insulted, she wasn’t really a prostitute. But you knew better than to blame infidelity on the woman, which is why you had dragged him out of the house, yelling and crying while doing so. You didn’t really want your boyfriend gone, but cheating was something unforgivable. Takumi traced his hands across your back, “so you came to me?”

“You’re all I have…”

Those were the words that broke Takumi. Sure, he had always had his eyes set on you, but knowing that you needed him was more than enough to make him want to keep you all to himself.

Thus began the dependence.

You moved out, leaving the house with your boyfriend. A pretty pink and white decorated room waiting for you in Takumis house. Next was the food. Takumi ordered groceries, not even wanting for one of you guys to go out and get them. He made you cook, every little meal. Shopping sprees were your favorite, he enjoyed them too. You clinging to his arm, looking all pretty while you dragged him around the mall. Fans would take pictures every once in awhile, who wouldn’t?

The height difference funnily reminded you of Elvis and Priscilla in the Priscilla movie. He pulled out his card the second your eyes lingered on an item for more than a minute. Eventually you were completely dependent on him. You hadn’t realized it till you attempted to leave.

“Takumi, I think I’m gonna move out.”

Your voice sank into his heart. He watched as you cut up a cucumber from the kitchen, acting as if you didn’t just announce your plans to leave him. He stood up from his seat, a strand of hair falling in front of his face. The lights were dim. Takumi slammed his hands on the counter. “Move out?” Takumi repeated monotonously before chuckling. “You? Move out? With what money? You have nothing, Y/n. You had nothing the moment you called me. You have nothing still, nothing but me.”

Then it hit you.

Takumi really is…all you have.

The knife slipped, blood spilling out from the cut on your finger.

“So clumsy. I’ll get the bandaids,” Takumi said in response. His eyes taking in the crimson liquid. He turned around and began walking to get the bandaids. Your lips parted slightly, in shock mainly. Not because you had cut yourself, but because you were trapped and hadn’t even realized. He paused, turning his head to look at you one more time before walking into the bathroom. “I bought them by the way.” He chucked to himself. Thinking it was funny how everything you had now was his. “I..what..”

The necklace he bought for you two years ago today, still sitting pretty on your neck. It had already been that long.

The truth is, you are all he has. The second you actually find a way out of his little trap, he’ll freak. Despite you being entirely dependent on him, he’s mentally all yours.

All he has.

All you have.

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crissiebaby · 8 months

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Mini Dummy

"A-Are you sure this is ready for human trials?" stuttered Rocky as she stood perched on a small target positioned in the direct path of an adorable-looking shrink ray, "And I'm gonna get turned back to normal, right?"

Shrugging off Rocky's concerns, Mark continued to prep the machine as it warmed up to full power. "Of course, it's ready. I'm almost insulted to hear you say that. It's been properly tested on objects and animals with a 99.99% success rate, so it's practically full-proof," he said, leaning into his "mad-scientist" persona a little too much for Rocky's liking.

"If you say so, though I'm not sure if I want to hear about what happened .01% of the time," scoffed Rocky, trying to make light of the harrowing situation she found herself in. Could anyone really blame her, though? She was about to become the first human being ever to experience shrinking. It was a daunting task. Heck, even Tina was taking this one seriously as she waited silently behind the viewing barrier for the show to begin.

With the machine giving Mark the green light, he readied his aim, centering the reticle on Rocky with a genius-fueled smirk. "Ready to become Pebble-sized, Rocky?" he said, leaning over the shrink ray and blowing Rocky a kiss.

In response, Rocky stuck her tongue out at Mark before giving him the most confident thumbs-up she could muster. Watching as the front of the shrink ray started to glow bright green, she closed her eyes and braced herself for impact.

*ZAAAAAP!*

Expecting a heavy shock, Rocky was pleasantly surprised when the only thing to cue her to the fact that she was shrinking was the shifting of her ever-loosening clothing. She opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the ground inching closer at a slow but steady pace. "Oh, my Goddess! It's actually working! Eeeeep!" she shouted, her excitement quickly replaced by the panic of having her clothes slide off her body. She clutched her top tightly, though it acted much more like a blanket at this point, swallowing more and more of her body until she disappeared beneath the cotton fabric.

By the time Rocky's shrinking came to a halt, she was only a few inches tall at most. It took her several seconds for her head to pop up from the small pile her shirt and diaper had created. Emerging from the scattered cloth, it was beyond surreal to see Mark and Tina staring down at her with bemused expressions.

"I believe our first test was a success," said Mark, giving Rocky a light poke with his pointer finger and snickering to himself, "Tina, would you be so kind as to mark down her new height? I want to make sure she's exactly 10% of her original size."

"On it, boss," said Tina, who was more than happy to get a closer look at Rocky's new size as she pulled out a Sharpie and captured her colleague's current stature. All the while, she couldn't help but feel a tad jealous as she fantasized over all the fun she could have if she were fun-sized too.

Bending down overtop his blushy girlfriend, Mark reached into his lap coat pocket and pulled out a miniature version of a CrissBaby Super Soaker Deluxe, which he took the liberty of shrinking in preparation for this moment. "I do hope it's the right size for you, my tiny baby girl."

Pushing out her bottom lip, Rocky looked up at the diaper in Mark's hand, feeling the burn of humiliation in her cheeks. "You have more for me to wear than just a diaper, right?"

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dunmeshi-darlings · 26 days

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I hate it so much when people infantilise Chilchuck and other Half-foots. I'm in my mid 30s and I still get asked for ID when getting some beers because frankly, I look like a 14 year old boy, I'm an adult woman. It's so frustrating to see people saying that being attracted to a young looking character is a red flag somehow. Because guess what? People talk like that about actual breathing people as well. An ex girlfriend of mine was called a pedo for dating me. I'm 4 years older than her. It's so insulting.

First off i wish to say i am sorry you have experienced this, I cant imagine how embarrassing and frustrating that is. and Aye i understand what you mean, this is a mindset that appears to have become unfortunately popular in the recent years due to the online spaces shift towards this mindset that any character who falls under the umbrella of looking young makes them children (being things like soft rounder features, shorter in height, flater chested and small butt). and unfortunately it has bled out into the real life where people attack and go after people for being with or liking people who fall under these description. It truly is a shame because wonderful people like you and others suffer because of this dreadful mindset that causes people to see "pedophilia" all around them and people have this need to attack and call it out.

So much of it is spent on fictional characters (often who arnt even under aged such as chilchuck) and sadly people do not realize that these people are not actually real and cant be harmed. This mindset of attacking people over this all has bled into the real world and we have the situation your in. one again anon i am genuinely sorry you have gone through this, this world is a sad place some times and we as people should lift and support each other. I ask anyone and everyone, please be understanding, please be kind. and show love and support to each other. In such a dark world, the warmth of kindness is all that keeps us going some days

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The Shopgirl and the Sergeant - Part 3, From There to Here - Bucky Barnes One Shots

Summary - A shopgirl in Sparta, Wisconsin helps Sergeant Bucky Barnes pick out a birthday gift for his mother. They develop a good friendship while he is at Camp McCoy.

Length - 4.7K

Characters - Sergeant Bucky Barnes, named female original character, original female child character, Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones, store manager, soldier and girlfriend.

Warnings - rude behaviour and comments regarding shopgirl’s height, use of term “Negro.”

Author notes - In several sources Dum Dum Dugan and Gabriel Jones trained with other units that were captured at the same time as Bucky Barnes, yet in deleted scenes from Captain America The First Avenger they knew Bucky by his first name during the battle of Azzano. For the purposes of this one-shot they are part of the 107th from boot camp and became friends with Bucky then. Military units during World War II were segregated and African American soldiers had their own, the 92nd Infantry Division. Racism was still rampant even in the northern states and I wanted to touch on issues Gabe Jones might have experienced being assigned to a Caucasian unit due to a clerical error. I like to think Bucky and Dum Dum would be supportive of him in small town Wisconsin, having had more exposure to black neighbours or friends. Most African Americans living in Wisconsin at that time were living in Milwaukee so it made sense that Eleanor's first actual encounter with a black man would also show Bucky the type of person she was. I use the term "Negro" as it would have been used in 1942.

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<<Part 2

Franklin's Department Store, Sparta, Wisconsin, November, 1942

"Hey Beanpole!"

I stiffened when I heard those words. It was bad enough I was tall for a girl. To be reminded of it as often as I was hurt every single time. Counting to three I plastered a fake smile on my face and turned around to greet the customer.

"How can I help you, sir?" I answered, addressing a soldier with a giggling girlfriend, named Evelyn, that I recognized from my old high school standing next to him.

"My girl wants a new hat but the one she wants is on that display up there." He pointed up to a hat stand on top of a shelf. "You tall enough to grab it for her?"

"Not quite but I'll get a step stool," I replied politely.

I went into the back room and came out with the step stool that would give me another foot of height to reach the display. As I stepped up onto it I could hear Evelyn whispering into her soldier's ear and him breaking out laughing. Ignoring what I assumed to be an insult whispered about me I picked the hat off of the stand and brought it down to them, offering it to her. She took it in her hand, put it on and looked into the display mirror. Evelyn made a face, took it off and placed it on the counter.

"No, I don't like how it looks on me. Sweetie, why don't we go get a donut and coffee instead."

"Anything for you, sugar," said the soldier, lightly touching her nose with his index finger.

It was enough to make me feel ill but with the manager watching I had to try and rescue the sale.

"Would you like to try on another hat?" I asked. "We have other styles and colours available."

The soldier looked up at the selection then at Evelyn but she shook her head and turned around. Ignoring me she put her hand in the crook of his arm and pulled him away towards the lunch counter. I heard a sigh behind me and turned to see the manager, Mr. Deakins.

"Miss Warren, you really need to try harder to complete those sales. With all the soldiers we have at Camp McCoy there's no reason you shouldn't be able to sell at least one hat every day. They all have a girlfriend, money to burn, and we have a good selection."

"Yes sir," I replied. "I did try to interest him in another hat."

"Perhaps you should bring that hat stand down and place it on the counter or on the display over there," he suggested, pointing towards a display of scarves and gloves for the discriminating lady.

"Mr. Franklin told me to put it up there, sir. But if you think it will be better down on the counter ...."

"No, if Mr. Franklin wants it up there then I guess that's where it's supposed to be," he answered. "Carry on."

Mr. Franklin, the owner of the department store, had waltzed through the day before ordering staff to put things on display in certain ways and places. Like the manager I thought the hats would do better on the counter or the scarf display but I really had no say in it. I stepped back onto the step stool returning the hat to its place then returned the step stool to the back room. Since I was low on stock I pulled out some ladies handkerchiefs to add to the selection I already had. As I came out of the back room I was bumped into by another soldier and the handkerchiefs were scattered on the floor. Immediately I kneeled down to pick them up and was joined by the man who bumped into me. The brim of his hat obscured his face but when he stood up to hand me what he had gathered I almost gasped. He was only one of the most handsome men I had ever seen with thick dark hair, bright blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and a chin dimple that I couldn't keep my eyes off of.

"Here, doll, sorry about that," he said with a Brooklyn accent. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Thank you for helping pick them up," I replied. "Is there anything I can help you with sir?"

A smile revealed beautiful straight white teeth. "I'm a Sergeant, not an officer. Just Sarge is fine. I'm looking for something for my mother. It's her birthday soon and I won't get leave to go home and see her. These handkerchiefs are okay but I was thinking of something nicer."

"We have these scarves and matching gloves." I gestured towards the display. "They would be good for wearing to Sunday service or to a social gathering."

"Yeah, they're nice," he agreed. He looked at me as if he just realized I was almost as tall as him. "Could I see how they look on you before I decide which one I want?"

I picked up one of the scarves but before I could put it around my neck he took it from my hand and draped it around my shoulders, gently using his hands to smooth it. It was close to taking a personal liberty and I'm sure if Mr. Deakins was there he would have raised his eyebrows. Personally, I didn't mind. I watched him as he looked at the scarf resting on my shoulders and upper chest.

"Could you put the gloves on that match this?" he asked, looking pointedly at my left hand as he did so.

I put them on and posed them next to the scarf. He smiled and said he would take them. As I removed them he picked up two of the handkerchiefs and put them on the counter.

"Will that be all for you, Sarge?"

"I wouldn't mind your name and phone number," he said casually.

"I could get fired for giving you that information," I replied truthfully.

"That is a problem." He leaned on the counter and tilted his cap back slightly. "When do you get off?"

He ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth when he asked but I wasn't sure if it was intentional or if it was just a habit of his. I smiled then looked away and saw Mr. Deakins nearby.

"I'll write your sales slip up, sir," I said as loudly as I could. "Would you like these wrapped up for the post? It will be an extra 25 cents."

"Will I be able to write an address label for it?" he asked, noticing Mr. Deakins watching me.

"Of course, that's covered in the extra cost. I have a small complimentary card as well if you wish to write a note to your mother."

He agreed to the extra cost and I provided the card and the address label. I waited while he wrote on the card then pulled out a box big enough to hold the items. I removed the tags then took the items with me to the back room. There was a roll of brown paper there and I pulled out enough to cover the box. Wrapping it around I folded the extra paper and sealed it with transparent tape. Mr. Deakins was still watching when I got back to the counter. I wrote up the items on the sales slip and paused before I began writing in the customer name box.

"Your name, sir?"

"Sergeant James Barnes," he replied. "I would give you a phone number but I'm at the base and only have access to the pay phone."

"Of course, sir. Your barracks number is sufficient."

"Hut E19," he replied, smiling at Mr. Deakins. "Do you need any more information, miss?"

"No, if you take the slip over to the cash register the lady there will ring it through. I'll finish glueing the address label on. We do have the post office next door if you wish to post it right away."

"Thank you, miss," said Barnes, politely. "You've been very helpful. I hope your manager realizes what a good employee you are."

"That's kind of you, sir," I replied, keeping it professional.

Barnes took the sales slip over to the cashier and pulled his wallet out to pay. He kept looking back at Mr. Deakins, still smiling politely at him. He then asked the cashier for a slip of paper and a pen, wrote himself a note, folded it and put it in his pocket. By the time he returned Mr. Deakins had moved on to observing another employee. He was still visible to the Sergeant so the younger man put his hand inside his pocket and pulled out the slip of paper, sliding it across the counter top to me. Taking his package and tipping his hat he sauntered out of the store. I slipped the paper into my pocket, not reading it while I was still on the sales floor. About 15 minutes later another clerk came to relieve me for my break and I hurried to the ladies room. Inside the stall I pulled it out and read what he wrote.

Meet me outside the Oldham Theatre at 6:30.

We'll grab a bite to eat and go see a movie.

Please don't stand me up.

Bucky

I had a date with a handsome soldier. Feeling giddy inside I put the note back into my pocket and left the stall to wash my hands. After having my coffee in the staff room I returned to my station and worked the remainder of my shift. When 5 o'clock came I slipped my time card in the punch clock and placed it in the Out slot. Quickly I walked home so I had time to change and make it back to the Oldham Theatre for 6:30. As I unlocked the door I was shocked to see my eight year old niece Stella sitting on the armchair reading a book with no sign of my sister.

"Where's your Mother?" I asked, surprised that my sister Willa left her daughter on her own.

I lived with her and her daughter while her husband was fighting in North Africa. Willa worked at the dairy on the production line.

"She went back to work," said Stella. "She left you a note in the kitchen."

On the kitchen table was a note from my sister.

Eleanor,

Sorry to spring this on you. The dairy was short handed for the evening shift so they offered me double pay to stay and work. They gave me time to get Stella from school and bring her home. I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Willa

I rubbed my forehead. Of all the days to work a double shift. I sighed as it looked like I was going to stand up the handsome Sergeant Barnes. I looked at the clock. At least I could take Stella with me and tell him in person. Then he would know I wasn't standing him up for no reason.

"How do you feel about dinner in the café?" I asked Stella. "My treat."

"Honest?" My niece seemed excited at the prospect.

"Honest," I replied. "I was supposed to go on a date but I'll have to meet the fellow first and ask him for a rain check. Since we'll be out we might as well treat ourselves."

With a smile Stella stood up and got her coat and gloves on. I turned on the outside light for the front door and locked it. Grasping her hand we hurried towards the Oldham. Twenty minutes later we arrived and I could see him standing there. He turned, saw me, and smiled that gorgeous smile of his then frowned when he saw I had Stella with me.

"I'm so sorry," I explained. "This is my niece, Stella. I live with her and her mother, my sister. She got called in for an extra shift at the dairy. I didn't want you to think I was standing you up. If you could maybe give me a rain check for another date I'd appreciate it."

He pushed his cap back slightly on his head and looked down at Stella then at me. Then he kneeled down to Stella's level and looked her square in the eyes.

"I don't even know your Aunt's name yet," he said gently. "Do you think she would mind if I took two beautiful ladies out for dinner?"

Stella's eyes sparkled. "Her name is Eleanor and I don't think she would mind at all," she replied with a grin. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Definitely," he stated firmly. "I'm sure you've broken lots of hearts already and if you haven't, you will. My name is Bucky and it's a pleasure to meet you Stella." He shook her hand, stood up again and smiled at me. "I have a younger sister. She's almost thirteen. Stella reminds me of her. I do appreciate you coming out in person to break our date."

He offered me his arm and walked us both to the café where we sat in a booth, with Stella and I on one side, and him on the other. Bucky took his cap off and placed it on the coat hook beside his seat. Stella and I did the same with our coats on our side of the booth. The waitress came with a coffee pot and filled our cups with coffee while Stella asked if she could have a strawberry milkshake. With the menus in our hands we made our choices and ordered the food. Bucky took a pack of cigarettes out and offered me one, then lit it for me before lighting his own.

"So, Eleanor," he began. "How long have you worked at the store?"

"Two years, since I graduated from high school," I said. "My parents have a farm about a hundred miles from here. Willa, my sister, married a fellow that worked at the dairy until he got drafted. He's in North Africa right now. I came here hoping to make some money for college. I haven't seen you around before. Have you always been at Camp McCoy?"

"I was here for boot camp then displayed some aptitude for marksmanship," said Bucky. "All those rigged shooting games at Coney Island helped, I guess. I was sent to a special camp to become a sniper and received a promotion to Sergeant. Now I'm back and have been assigned to a unit. We'll be here another five months at least before we're shipped off to England."

"I thought I detected a Brooklyn accent," I noted. "Can I ask why you call yourself Bucky when your first name is James?"

"Nickname from my middle name, Buchanan," said Bucky. "Not even my mother calls me James. Don't know why they named me that but ..."

He shrugged with a grin. His easygoing manner was as attractive as his looks. When other café patrons came in and noticed we were together I was aware of some whispered conversations over why such a good looking man was with one of the tallest women in town. He must have heard some of the words being thrown out and he leaned forwards.

"Don't pay them attention," he said. "You caught my eye as soon as I walked in the store. I can tell you that in Brooklyn you would have a long line of suitors at your door, not all of them tall either. Never did understand why some men had an issue with women who were taller."

"Aunt Eleanor is one of the tallest in town," said Stella, proudly. "She played basketball in high school and Mama said she was the best player, boy or girl."

"Well, I played basketball as well," smiled Bucky, "but I was one of the shorter players. We had several that were over 6 foot 6 inches. What position did you play?"

"Center," I shrugged. "You?"

"Point guard. We got to the city championship but lost in the final."

"We weren't good enough to get that far." I couldn't take my eyes off those blue eyes as I spoke. "Not that we were bad, just didn't have a lot of depth on the bench. When we played against the town team it showed. They wore us down. I enjoyed it though. Was hoping to get a scholarship but the only college that showed interest would only give me a partial one. It wasn't enough. Now that the war is on it seems most women's sports programs have been shelved or underfunded to the point they might as well fold."

"Yeah, there's a lot of that going around," agreed Bucky. "Do you dance?"

"Not very well, as most of my partners were my girlfriends," I replied, looking down at my hands. "I usually led, being taller."

"You come out with me to the next dance," said Bucky. "I'll make up for all of those guys who wouldn't ask you onto the dance floor."

Something inside me bubbled up. He was already talking about a second date, as if this counted as our first. Our food came and I could see he had good manners, as he kept his elbows off the table and didn't eat with his mouth full. He did tell us a story about him and his best friend in Brooklyn, a guy named Steve, who was a small sickly man that he befriended when they were boys. Apparently, Steve was bullied a lot because of his size, but also because he stood up for himself and didn't know when to stay down.

"I kinda liked the guy for that," said Bucky. "He would get back up from where he was bleeding, cock his fists, look at the guy and say "I could do this all day." They would hit him down again over and over."

There was a fond look on his face as he told us. "What unit is he in?" asked Stella.

"He was declared 4F," said Bucky. "But he keeps trying. He'll get arrested one of these days when they find out he's tried to enlist under false names. He just won't take no for an answer, crazy kid."

"Sounds like you miss him very much," I said. "You must have a very good friendship."

"Yeah, we are good friends. But I do have some friends in Camp McCoy. A guy named Dum Dum Dugan. His given name is Tim but he picked up the nickname Dum Dum when he worked as a circus strongman. He's married with two kids. Salt of the earth, except he cheers for the Red Sox but he's from Boston originally so I'll let him have it. There's another guy who I'm friends with, Gabe Jones. He's in our unit due to a clerical error, and the Army, in its infinite wisdom, won't reassign him to where he's supposed to be so Dum Dum and I watch out for him. Speak of the devil."

He looked out the window and smiled at the biggest man I had ever seen and a Negro man, of which I hadn't seen any being in a small town in Wisconsin. Bucky chuckled at the look on my face.

"Yeah, they put a black man in a white unit," he said. "Someone made a mistake on his enlistment form and marked him as white. It's even on his dog tags. He's a good man. Smart, college educated, speaks German and French."

The two men came in, removing their caps and stood beside the table.

"Sarge, we were looking for you," said the bigger man, who I assumed was Dum Dum. "Didn't know you had a date."

"Gentlemen, this is Miss Eleanor Warren and her niece Stella ...?" he looked at me.

"Stella Howe," I said, offering my hand to both of them. "Bucky was just telling us about you and then suddenly you were outside the window. You must be Mr. Dugan and you must be Mr. Jones."

"Corporal and Private actually," said Dugan, politely.

I could see the waitress in the café talking to the manager. They both had worried looks on their faces and were looking at the faces of the other diners.

"Would you like to join us?" I asked. "That's alright, isn't it Bucky?"

He looked towards the manager as well and stood up to sit next to me as Stella and I moved over.

"Sure, slide in there boys," he said. "We've already ordered. Miss? Could you please bring some coffee and menus for Corporal Dugan and Private Jones? I can vouch for their character."

The waitress looked at the manager and he shrugged then nodded his approval. She brought a couple of menus, and coffee mugs, pouring them some of the hot dark liquid. They both read the menu and Dugan looked up at her, ordering two blue plate specials. Jones ordered a cheeseburger and fries, making sure he said please and thank you. He was nervous and I caught his attention.

"Bucky said you speak French and German," I said. "We didn't have any foreign language classes at my high school."

"Yes, Miss Warren," he said, showing a nice smile. "I studied German in college but switched to French because it sounds nicer to the ear. They plan to use me to translate once our unit gets overseas, although odds are we'll be fighting the Italians first. We have a few second generation Italian Americans in the unit so I guess they'll use them once we land in Italy."

Our food arrived and both Dugan and Jones urged us to go ahead and eat. Their food came shortly after. Both men were very interesting, especially Dugan, with some of his circus stories which he kept clean for the benefit of Stella. Even the waitress came within earshot to overhear some of them, going back to the kitchen with a grin on her face. I could see why Bucky enjoyed their company as despite their different backgrounds they all had something in common; a desire to do right by others. Their core of basic decency was evident. When the bill came it was delivered by the manager who stood there a moment before addressing all three soldiers.

"Gentleman, please consider this an invitation to dine with us again, anytime," he said. "You are all a credit to the uniform you wear and our country is better because of good decent men like yourselves."

Bucky put his hand on my knee and squeezed it when the manager said the word decent. I almost laughed out loud but managed to suppress it with a cough. After paying the bill we all stepped out into the cool night air. It was too late to go to the movies and I needed to get Stella home soon as she had school the following day. As I looked at the three soldiers Dugan and Jones gave each other a knowing look.

"Well, I think we're going to head back to base," said Dugan, with Jones nodding. "It was awfully nice to meet you Miss Warren, and you too, Stella. You've been pleasant company. Sarge, we'll see you later."

They both shook hands with me and put their caps on, heading off into the night. It had started snowing and Stella lifted her face to the sky, opening her mouth to catch the falling flakes. A smile crossed Bucky's face when he saw her do that and he also lifted his face to the sky, trying to do the same. She giggled at his efforts and he smiled fondly at her.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," he said after a few moments, offering me his arm.

We took our time, not talking, just enjoying the wintry ambience. When we got to the house I unlocked the door and told Stella to take her boots and jacket off then to get ready for bed. She hugged Bucky and thanked him for the date. He rewarded her with a brilliant smile, and she headed inside, definitely in love.

"I would ask you in but Stella isn't the most discreet 8 year old girl," I said. "I'm sorry your plans got turned sideways."

"I still had a good time," he replied. "You are good company and you were friendly to Dum Dum and Gabe. That means a lot."

"They're good men," I said, then I looked away briefly. "Will I see you again?"

"Well, I meant what I said about the next dance," he replied, smiling in a way that almost melted me inside. "I would really like to take you out and give you the kind of date you deserve."

"I'd like that. You know where I work and where I live. We don't have a telephone that isn't a party line."

"I know where to find you."

He stepped closer and put his hands around my waist, drawing me in closer. When his lips touched mine he opened them and gently pressed his tongue against my lips. As mine opened I couldn't believe how soft his kiss was. His hands went around my back enclosing me in his embrace. It was the best kiss I ever had.

In the remaining months he was there until the 107th got their final orders we went out many times. He was a good dancer and made me a better one as well. We went to dinner, the movies, a few sleigh rides, and had a memorable weekend in Milwaukee before he left where he taught me about being with a man. After that first time together he told me about being a ladies man and admitted he initially saw me as his next conquest. I guess when I showed up with my niece and he had the good manners to adapt to the situation that he saw something more in me. Maybe not something long lasting but something satisfying all the same and I like to think we parted as friends. After he returned to Brooklyn for a week's leave then shipped out to England we did write each other, and I'm sure he laughed out loud over my description of Mr. Deakins and Mr. Franklin having a fist fight on the sales floor about how to dress the July 4th window display.

When his letters suddenly stopped in October, 1943 I was dismayed to see his name on the list of suspected POWs. Then I was ecstatic when I received a Christmas letter with a picture of him and his rescuer Captain America, who turned out to be his boyhood friend Steve Rogers, no longer a small, sickly man. It was Steve himself who wrote me about Bucky's death on a mission, early in 1945. He described how much my friendship meant to Bucky and promised to come and see me when the war was over. It never happened because he went missing a month later.

I never did go to college but I did move to Milwaukee and found work as a clerk in a lawyer's office there. One of the younger partners, Thomas Endicott, returned from his war experience a couple of months after VE Day. At 6 foot 5 inches he was taller than me, but I was taller than any of the women in the office and he must have liked that because he asked me out on a date within a couple of weeks of his return. I told him about Bucky and he told me about the realization that he could never hunt again after seeing all the death in Europe. He liked going to the movies, and dancing, and we cut quite the figure on our dates. We were married in August of 1946 and were happy. But I still remember James Buchanan Barnes, the first man who "noticed" me and who was my first real love even though I wasn't the only woman he dated. For those months we saw and wrote each other Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to me. I hoped that when he died he wasn't alone but I'll never know because even though Dum Dum wrote me he said Bucky's death happened on a secret mission that they couldn't talk about. He was the best of men and that's how I remember him.

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