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buckybarnesisdaddy · 21 days

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Meet Cute

Summary: You stumble upon a pottery TikTok account and the creator is super hot. When you win his contest for a custom piece, well sparks start to fly.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warning: Sexual innuendos, Smut (Oral, PiV), talks of fighting as kids, talks of alcohol use and being drunk. No protection sex (but it’s okay, they talk about it.) Minors DNI

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Another Friday night with nothing better to do than sit on your phone scrolling Instagram while a forgotten movie plays in the background. You really should be writing, you have a deadline coming up soon but you just can’t bring yourself to write about romance and love. You can hear Natasha saying goodbye to her date on the doorstep, and she has been for the last 20 minutes. Finally Natasha comes stumbling in, face flushed and giggling away, which is odd because Natasha never giggles. “So I take it the date went well?” You ask from your perch on the couch, covered in blankets and a bowl of popcorn cooled on the seat next to you.

“If you must know, yes!!” She gushes and runs over to sit beside you. “He is so sweet and such a gentleman-”

“What he as doing to you out there didn’t sound too ‘gentleman like.’ In fact it sounds down right scandalous.” You tease and Natasha rolls her eyes and gives you a playful shove.

“He was an absolute gentleman,” she doubles down before she blushes and admits, “well that was till I said all the right words and had him ready to eat me alive.” Natasha laughs as you pretend to retch. “Oh hush! If you ever got off this couch you’d have a line of men waiting to take you out and begging for you to talk dirty to them.” Natasha winks, you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you sink further down into the couch.

“I have Bridgerton, and my own fictional men that I write, I don’t need a man.” You shoot back at her slightly insulting but meant in good fun jab at your non-existent dating life. “Anyway, where did you meet this guy again?” Natasha picks up a handful of popcorn before she realizes it’s cold. She wrinkles her nose but commits anyway to eating it.

“Tiktok!” Natasha answers over a mouthful. A loud laugh escapes for you and she gives you another play shove before taking the popcorn for herself. “We talked a lot online before we met up. He’s great, in fact i have made lots of friends from TikTok! You should give it a try!” Abruptly standing up and shaking your head, you walk to the kitchen to retrieve a drink.

“No way, I know myself and I’d end up sucked Down the rabbit hole and I’d never get anything done. And for the sake of my job, I can’t have that.” Natasha sighs a unmutes the tv.

“What a waste of a good ass and ‘I'll beg for it eyes’.” Natasha teases and you can’t help but laugh again as you enter the room with your water and a drink for Natasha.

“What kind of videos did you think A) I would be watching and B) potentially making?!” Sitting down next to her giving her a hard stare. Natasha stares straight ahead, purposely not meeting your gaze as she shrugs.

“Anything you wanted, Bunny.” She looks over and winks, using the old nickname you got back in college after too many drinks and a spin on a pogo stick.

“Wow you must really be worried about my good ass and ‘beg for it’s eyes’ going to waste if you’re baiting me with that name!” You lean back and prop your feet up on the coffee table. Natasha leans her head over and eats it on yours.

“All I’m saying is the first step in dating is getting yourself out there. Why not start with a stupid video app? Connect with others from the safety of a screen, and see where it goes.” She smiles and gives your hand a squeeze before she yawns and stands again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a shower,” she blushes, “My man got me pretty worked up.” She winks and dashes off. You shake your head and just laugh as you turn back to your movie. That night you toss and turn, unable to sleep. You can’t stop thinking about what Natasha said. Maybe it would be fun, it’s not the pressure of a dating app and you can give out as much information as you are willing to. What could go wrong? Knowing Natasha is still awake as you quickly send her a text.

‘Fine… make me a page but keep it generic.’ About as soon as you put your phone down it dings. You pick it up to find multiple messages from Natasha. ‘Yay! I already did! Here is the login! Have fun!! 😉’

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Bucky is setting up in his garage studio when he hears the bike rev outside and then turn off. Steve walks in and lays his helmet down on one of his work tables.

“So? How did the date go?” Bucky asks as he sets down a bucket of water next to his wheel and sets a sponge out next to the bucket. Steve leans against the table and grabs a chunk of modeling clay. He starts to knead it in his hands, treating it like a stress ball as he smiles.

“Honestly? Amazing! I mean, really Buck. She’s great!” Bucky laughs to himself and nods. “You know you’re never gonna find a women unless you actually get out there and try to date.” Steve teases and Bucky just throws a rag at him.

“Yeah yeah, hand me that clay and let me get paid, okay?!” Bucky jokes and Steve tosses him the clay. He slaps it down on the wheel and Steve laughs.

“See, that right there would have women lining up and down the street for you!” Steve turning Bucky’s harmless actions of slapping his clay into sexual jokes and Bucky returning the favor is something Bucky hopes they never outgrown.

“Yeah, and the boys would be lining up to have you handle their wood, we’d be making bank if we started charging.” Steve laughs and shoves Bucky.

“Woodworking is a noble hobby.” Steve rebuts.

“Noble and as old at time!” Bucky had the last say. “Now, shut up and press live for me.” Bucky smiles and Steve pretends to be annoyed as he does what was asked.

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You want to be upset that she did it before you gave her permission, but you know she means well. Your last relationship did not end well and you haven’t dated since, honestly you’ve been sacred to. Natasha just wants to see you happy. You download the app and use the login information Natasha sent you. Apparently she’s been following people for you and set up the whole account. She was nice enough to not include a picture of you, instead she added the generic pictures everyone can choose from when they start a profile. She put that your name is ‘Bunny’, you she’s your head and just laugh, reminding yourself to change that later. You see you username ‘talkdirtytome’. “Oh Nat,” you groan. Becoming a master at TikTok in a matter of minutes you find where to change your username, but seeing as Natasha had changed it 5 times in less than 2 hours, your account is locked to more changes for at least a week. Thankful that the username you ended up with wasn’t so bad considering one of the last names was ‘fckbunny'. “Oh my god, Nat. You are so dead!” You take a deep breath and sit up against your headboard. You remind yourself it’s not the end of the world and it’s just the internet, it’s only forever. Ready to give it a rest for the night you lay your phone down when you get a notification.

*Buchananclaymates is going live*

“Who the hell is that and why does it sound like porn?” Even as you ask yourself that very important question your thumb has already clicked on the notification. You are taken to the live screen on TikTok. On your screen sits the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your life. His blue eyes pop against the blue henley he is wearing and his hair is short. Theres a boyish charm to him even though he is clearly in his early late 20’s maybe even early 30’s. He is sitting in some kind of garage and on the shelf behind him sits a dozen or so pots, pitchers, mugs, plates, all of them handcrafted. What gets you the most is his little New York accent slipping through his words. Not too much but enough that you can pick out the Brooklyn in him. His voice is so smooth, you could fall asleep listening to him talk about pottery. And his laugh, it makes you smile and you want to hear it again, so light and free, beautiful. As the shock of how beautiful this man is finally resolves, he says something that makes your heart drop straight to your stomach.

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Bucky is having fun as all his followers sign on and begin requesting stuff. He starts to work the clay and begins his steps on making a pitcher. He is taking a moment to read some of the chat when a new user pops up. He memorized all his regulars, and yes there is about 100-200 of them but he has a good memory, against all odds and every concussion he had as a child. But his is one he has never seen before. He cleans off his hands and moves the camera closer.

“Hey, I see some new people here tonight,” He gets a better look at the username and he can’t help but blush and laugh as he teases his new viewer. “User ‘talkdirtytome’ I feel like you might be on my wrong account.” He winks. “I’m just messing with you! I do have another account and it is a little more… well-“ **********************************************

A voice from somewhere behind the camera shouts, “thirst trappy!!” The man Blushes but also nods, “yeah, I guess Rogers is right. It’s full of pottery thirst traps. But nothing more than that. This is a pg-13 page so, ‘talkdirtytome’ save it for the DM’s” he winks and laughs again. You look at the comments pouring in as the live continues, some are asking about buying some of his work. Others are asking if he makes custom pieces. Other ask what’s his favorite type of clay to use, you didn’t know there were different types. But overwhelmingly the comments were asking ‘take your shirt off!’ The man didn’t seem bothered by the comments at all, in fact he ate it up. Flirting and teasing the viewers with movements that showed little sections of his stomach or leaning forward and letting his shirt dip enough to see down it. He truly is a showman because you are entranced and before you know it you’ve spent an hour on this live watching him talk about pottery, and getting to know a little about him. You find yourself wanting to know everything, he seems so sweet and his eyes are kind. You don’t even realize you’re drooling over him until he starts rapping up the live. You don’t even know his name and yet you’re sad when he finally says goodnight and cuts the live off.

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Bucky is pleasantly surprised with how well this live went. He got 15 orders while on live and he got about 1000 new followers. He knew he was pulling out all the stops tonight and flirting hardcore. Making sure he didn’t wear an undershirt so when he raised his arms the comment section went wild with the tease. Putting his hair in a half up half down bun that he knows drives his followers crazy. He was playing for keeps and thankfully it paid off. Especially with his most interesting new viewer. Why this new user caught his eye he will never know, ‘talkdirtytome’ was probably some 59 year old bald guy who found Bucky hot… but he couldn’t help hoping that maybe the user was really some really beautiful women in her late 20’s… a guy can dream, right?

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You quickly click to his profile and do a little stalking. You can’t find this other page he talked about, probably because it’s some onlyfans or something like a cam sight. He was probably keeping it PG so the TikTok police didn’t flag his video. You’ve only been on it for about 2 hours but you’ve heard all about people getting banned or blocked because their videos were “too mature.” You give his page a once over again you finally clock his name. “James, huh. How very.. normal.” You blush and quickly jump back to your page, feeling exhilarated you change the profile picture to one of you. It doesn’t really show much, in fact all it shows is your hair and a hidden side profile… but it’s a step. You then find James page again and quickly, before you can second guess yourself, you follow him and set up notifications. You don’t want to miss seeing this beautiful man. Maybe Natasha was right, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. You lay your phone down and drift off to sleep, happier than ever.

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Right before Bucky is about to go to bed he sees a new notification,

*New Follower- Bunny*

“Who the fuck is Bunny??” Bucky asks out loud as he clicks on the profile. He sees the username at the top ‘talkdirtytome’, “Ahh so Baldies name is Bunny, great.” Bucky groans. But then he sees the profile picture. “I wait, that’s a women. Wait- that’s?! FUCK YES!” He about yells from the comfort of his room, and only bring his voice down because he remembers Steve is on the other side of the wall. He messages you and then Bucky goes to sleep one happy man.

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The sun streams through your window and you wake up to the soft buzz of your phone. You stretch and start your morning routine before actually checking the said phone, because you know the time suck that will happen if you just sit and scroll instead of getting up and ready. A text from Natasha saying she’s meeting ‘her man’ and will bring you back a coffee. You start to set your phone down when you notice a little red bubble on the TikTok app. Curiosity gets the better of you and you find your way back to your bed before you open it. The butterflies that burst in your stomach and travel throughout your body leave you breathless when you see that you have 5 messages from ‘Buchananclaymates’ aka Bucky.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!” You start screaming as you take deep breaths and try to calm down. “Okay, it’s okay. He’s just a dude. He’s hot! But he’s just a guy, just read the messages.” You click them open and one by one your face heats up more and those butterflies become stronger lower and lower in your body.

*Messages*

Hey!

I see I have a new follower 😉

Glad I didn’t scare you off with all that teasing.

Hope to see you around again!

Maybe even here, 😏 ‘claymatesbuck’

“Oh my god,” you groan at the innuendo of the second username. “So it’s definitely porn!” You exclaim, not sure how you feel about this. “Of course the guy I find attractive is the one with a porn page.” You groan. “You really know how to pick em!” You pout for a moment and then you realize that you’re home alone. Natasha is out and will be for awhile. Your curiosity pushes you to click on the username and you are taken to another tiktok page. Every thumbnail for each video is of Bucky shirtless and working with clay. “He wasn’t kidding about the thirst traps.” You blush as you click on one video. It start to play and there is a semi sexually suggestive song playing as Bucky works the clay in his hands. Molding it and shaping it just how he wants. His biceps are on display and his abs, he ends the video with a little wink and lip bite.

“Oh my god!!” It comes out as more of a moan than it did an actual exclamation. “Oh Natasha, what have you done?!” You groan as you lay on your bed, ready to spend the morning watching every video on his page.

Before long you end up pressing that follow button and closing the app before you can do anything else to embarrass yourself.

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Bucky sees your follow on his other page and if he sits down and plans out the next few videos to be exceptionally dirty, well maybe there was a correlation. Or maybe not.

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The next two weeks you find yourself watching James new videos he posts and viewing his lives whenever you have a chance. He really does work great with his hands and half the time you forget that he is shirtless until he’s winking at the camera or he’s flirty and teasing everyone saying ‘You guys need some water.’ You wish you had the courage to message him and get to know him a little more but your nerves get in the way each time before you can press send. James will send you flirty messages and you will like them but you can never bring yourself to respond. You interact just enough to let him know to keep doing it.

It’s Friday night again and you see he is going live, like always you join and just watch. “So I have recently reached almost 10,000 followers on here, which is a huge milestone and I wanted to celebrate it!” He sits closer to the phone screen and you get a better glimpse of his eyes. Even. Bluer than you originally thought. He has little creases by his eyes that crinkle when he smiles too big and his nose scrunches up. He’s perfect. “Anyone that wants to be added into the drawing leave a comment on my last video saying so. This drawing is for a custom pottery piece of your choice. So if you win I will make you whatever you ask for,” he smirks, apparently knowing some of his followers a little too well. “Well within reason. No ‘life art’ sculptures.” He winks and you feel the blush start to rise. Would someone really be that bold to request that of him? “Anyway, the drawing will happen tomorrow at noon! So go comment now for the chance to win.” He signs off with a little wave and wink. Without even thinking, because if you think about it you will back out, you comment and ask to be added in. Within minutes he has liked your comment and sent another message to you.

*message*

I was gonna add you in regardless. 😉

The heat is almost burning in your face, he doesn’t even know you. How could he be this good at getting a rise out of you?! Your brain won’t shut off that night, thinking and even dreaming about this man behind your phone screen. “Damn it!” You grumble and end up having to watch some old Disney movies just to keep your mind off the filthy things you wish James would do to you instead of the clay he usually is holding. You finally drift off to sleep to the sounds of Cinderella.

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“Hey!” Natasha pulls you out of your thoughts as you look up from your morning coffee.

“Hey, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she looks you over. “Man you were really out of it. Didn’t even hear me invite you out.”

“Huh?” You hum in acknowledgment and Natasha rolls her eyes.

“I said I am going out later with my TikTok boyfriend and he has a friend that he can invite if you wanted to join.” She explains for the second time.

“Oh umm now? I-“ you try to think of an excuse, not wanting to miss the drawing on James page. “I actually have plans. With someone online.” Natasha shoots up straight and about squeals in excitement. “Okay okay, calm down.” You laugh. “It’s not a date but this guys been super flirty and I- I don’t know, maybe today I will finally make the move and message him back.” You shrug trying to play it off.

“Tell me everything, now!!” Natasha demands as she sips her coffee. “Don’t leave out a single detail.” You debate on lying, or just making it juicier than it is, but you decide against it.

“Okay, just don’t laugh.” You remind her before you tell her everything. She already has his page pulled up and is drooling over him too.

“He is hot!! Wow, and he said all those things to you?!” Meaning the messages he had sent.

“Yeah, so I don’t know. Maybe he’s trying to drum up business-” Natasha shakes her head.

“No, absolutely not. He is flirting hardcore.” She keeps looking through videos and one seems to catch her eye as her eyes widen and then a big smirk crosses her face before she exists out of the app and lays her phone down. Super quiet and worrying you even more than she does when shes asking you a million questions. “You said there is a drawing today?” You nod and you can see the wheels turning already. “At noon?” She asks and you nod again, she checks her watch and then opens her phone, obviously sending a message to someone.

“Natasha if you are messaging James, so help me-“ she cuts you off.

“And so what if I am?” She teases. “I’m just doing the hard work for you, the correct response is ‘thank you’.” She blows you a kiss as she leaves the room, leaving your stomach in knots and even more worried about this drawing.

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Steve is in the garage with Bucky, getting ready for the drawing for his page and starting to film some more content for his own carpentry and woodworking page when he gets a text. He looks over at Bucky and then just laughs and quickly answers back.

“What’s so funny Punk?” Bucky asks and Steve smiles.

“Nothing, Jerk. You need help with the drawing? Where’s the bowl?” Steve asks as he slides his phone back in his pants. Bucky points to where he sat it and Steve grabs it to help.

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“Okay everyone, it is noon and we are ready to get this show on the road!” James says happily. You refused to let Natasha sit and watch with you. She can watch on her own phone, but she won’t have a front row seat to your blushing or your disappointment when you inevitably lose. “I had over 500 of you enter, which is just incredible! Next time I should make each entry like $3 and send all the proceeds to wounded warriors.” You gently smile at the kind idea. It’s sweet, thinking of others instead of finding a way to make a bigger payday for himself. “Okay, let’s draw! The bowl, Rogers!” A hand comes into frame and the bowl is above James head. He lifts an arm up and reaches in pulling one slip of paper out. And as soon as the arm appeared it disappeared. James opens the paper and smiles before it turns to a laugh and then a smirk. “Well, user ‘talkdirtytome’, I am looking forward to making that custom piece for you.” You swear he stares right at you as he bites his lip and smiles again. “To everyone else, there will be more in the future! Oh and ‘talk dirty’?” You sit up and answer him like an idiot.

‘He can’t hear you, moron.’ You shake your head.

“I’ll be in touch. Bye everyone!” And the live ends. You lay your head down on your bed and just smile at the thought that James will be making a custom piece of pottery for you. When Natasha speaks she scares you half to death, not having heard her sneak in.

“WOW, you’ve got it bad!” She teases and you toss a pillow at her.

“Leave me alone!” You laugh and yell as you look down at the message that just came through.

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When he read your username he had to remind himself that he can’t be partial, at least not on camera, but he couldn’t help the smile. He is gonna do this right and he refuses to mess it up, he’s got just the plan. He grabs his phone from his stand and quickly messages you.

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*Message*

James- Idk how you feel about exchanging numbers, which I’d be fine with but I understand if you’re not. So zoom? Maybe later this afternoon?

You blush and quickly write back. Saying that you can’t wait and you will “see” him then. James likes your message and then sends a picture of binoculars. It’s so random and weird but you can’t help but laugh. Maybe Natasha’s right, you do have it bad.

You check your hair about 10 times, make sure your make up is okay, not too much but just enough to make it look like you’re not wearing any at all. Your sundress that you were already wearing perfectly accents your figure and makes your eyes pop. You check the lighting in your room and play with the blinds. With 10 minutes to spare before the arranged time for the zoom you sit down as your computer notifies you that you are in the “waiting room.” Whenever Jane slogs on the camera will turn on and that will be it. As you wait so many thoughts cross your mind. ‘He’s probably gonna be short and keep it super professional.’ ‘He may flirt for the camera but there’s no way he’d actually like me.’, ‘Calm down, he’s probably gonna be on and off as fast as he can.’ You start to doubt yourself and you suddenly feel self-conscious for looking nice. Right as you’re about to throw your hair up and grab a blanket to wrap around your shoulders, the screen goes black and then lights up, James is right in front of you. He doesn’t look right at you, still messing around with his notebook and taking a drink of water, obviously not realizing that you two are already connected. At first when he sees you his eyes just glance over. But then the realization hits and his eyes widen

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“Wow,” Bucky is breathless. You’re not just beautiful, you’re stunning. He’s never been mesmerized by a single thing or person in his life, until this moment. “I- uh I’m-“ he lightly laughs as he smiles, he can’t stop smiling. “Hi I’m James,” he laughs and blushes as he hangs his head for a moment. “Um but people who have seen me stutter and stumble over my words, like an idiot, get to call me Bucky.” Your smile is contagious and your eyes sparkle brightly as Bucky talks more and more. Your laugh is sweet and music to his ears.

“Hi Bucky, I’m Elizabeth but people who can make me laugh this much can call me Lizzy or Bunny.” You lean forward a little and Bucky laughs.

“Bunny? There’s got to be a story behind that.” He presses lightly. You nod and hide your face for a moment as you blush and giggle.

“There is, but all I can say now is, it was college and I was very drunk, and someone dared me to use a pogo stick… and it turns out I was VERY good at it.” You laugh and Bucky is amazed as he laughs.

“Well so am I so maybe we will have to have a competition to see who is better.” He winks and you laugh.

“Tell me when and where! I’ll just need a few shots first then my balance will be perfect!” You lightly joke as you both laugh. It gets quiet for a minute and Bucky is just taking you in. “So,” Bucky’s eyes go wide as he remembers the whole reason for the zoom.

“Yes, right! Well how about we start by you telling me what you would like.” Bucky says as he grabs his notebook, looking down and starting to write, maybe if he focuses on writing he won’t embarrass himself even more. But then you start to speak and Bucky can’t help but look up and meet your gaze, your voice so sweet and soft. Your eyes kind and warm, ‘how could the username ‘talkdirtytome’ belong to the picture of purity and kindness.’ He smiles at the thought and tries his hardest to listen as you talk.

“I’m not picky at all, so maybe a vase?” You suggest. “Yeah, I’d like to have a gift that means something to me.” You finish explaining. Bucky just stares and then realizes you are done, he quickly looks down and starts to scribble some notes. He is so handsome, you think. The way his brow furrows as he’s concentrating and how the subtle but noticeable blush spreads across his cheeks. His shoulders are firm and you can tell he is solid. His voice, deep and warm, catches you off guard and you hope he didn’t catch you looking starry eyed at him.

“A Vase? That I can do!” Bucky says happily. He didn’t miss how your voice turned ever sweeter when you said ‘a gift that means something.’ He tells himself not to bet too excited. “Colors? Designs?” He wonders what all is hiding in your mind and if you will share it with him now for this vase. If he can get a picture of who you are.

“I love wildflowers, if I’m being honest. But not bright and bold. More subtle and muted. Almost watercolor like.” You laugh to yourself and you see Bucky’s eyes light up at the sound. “Sorry I know that probably sounds weird.”

She’s perfect, Bucky thinks. “Watercolored wild flowers? Yeah, I can make that happen.” He doesn’t want this to end but he has all he needs. How to make this go longer?! “So- I’m local to Brooklyn- and you by no means have to tell me where you’re from or anything- unless you want to!” He cringes at his awkwardness and your giggles let him know it’s alright.

“I am too, well close enough.” You explain. “So maybe we could meet up?” You see Bucky’s eyes light up and then you shoot yourself in the foot. “When it’s time for me to pick up the vase.” His eyes look a little sadder but his smile doesn’t fade.

“Yeah, I’ll send you a message on TikTok when it’s ready and we can find a place to meet.” Bucky says as he sits back in his chair. “I’m excited to get started on it, it looks like a fun one.” He continues as he looks down at his notes.

“I know it will be wonderful, all your work is.” You compliment, wanting to make up for your error that cause the light to dull in those incredible blue eyes. “I do have a question,” He leans forward again.

“Shoot.” Plan and simple.

“Well, what’s up with your two different accounts and the one username? Because at first I thought it was a porn page.” You explain, hopping to get a laugh. And you did. Bucky laughs, his hand over his pec and head thrown back with abandon.

“Oh no! Were you disappointed?” He teases and you laugh.

“Well maybe I was!” You tease back, not quite sure where the courage came from.

“Well as you know now, I go by Bucky. So I just used the ‘Clay mates’ and my name which does sound a lot like-“

“Yeah! So why?” You press again, smiling even bigger.

“It was a dare from a friend and it kinda stuck. I get tons of people asking so it also generates conversations around my business and what not. So it works! Is it crass? Kinda. Do I care? No.” He laughs again and messes with his hair a little. “So you know I make pottery but what do you do, Bunny?” He smirks and your face is aflame at the use of your nickname.

“I’m a writer, I write romance novels.” Suddenly feels quite bashful about your job. Bucky nods and rubs his chin as he watches you.

“So? Is this a meet cute worthy of one of your books?” Bucky asks. You look behind the computer at your wall where you storyboards are. A gentle smile washes over you as you look back at an expectant Bucky.

“Yeah, I’d say it is.” You admit. An alarm goes off on Bucky’s side of the screen and he curses under his breath.

“Sorry, Bunny. I’ve got to go. If I’m being honest I really wish I didn’t. I’d love to stay here all night getting to know you, I promised a friend I’d go out tonight and I never break a promise. So with that knowledge handed to you on a silver platter,” you laugh and he smiles brightly again. “I promise I will make you a gift that means something.” Your breath catches and you nod slightly.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say before you both wave goodbye like dorks.

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Your chance, gone. Like a lot of chances in your life. Watching them go by because you don’t have the courage to ask for what you want. Natasha walks into your room and pulls you up from the bed. “Come on, we are late.” You finally agreed to go out with just her when you started to come down from the high of getting to talk to Bucky. “I promise, you will have fun. In fact this will be the best night of your life.” She hugs you and leads you to the door. As it opens you come face to face with Natasha’s ‘tiktok boyfriend’

“Hiya Stevie,” Natasha coos as she leans in and gives him a sweet kiss. Steve meets your gaze when he pulls back and offers his hand.

“Hey! I’m Steve Rogers,” he motions beside him, urging someone to move in closer. “And this is my friend Bucky Barnes.” You meet those blue eyes and melt, Bucky’s painfully awkward smile turns genuine when he sees you. He almost shoves Steve out of the way to get closer to you.

“Oh my god- Bunny?!” Bucky exclaims. “So your friend who made your TikTok account is the same one my friend has been dating for the past two months,” he smiles and laughs. “What a small world! God, I’m glad to see you.” You blush at the nickname, Natasha bumping your arm and Steve giving you both a questioning look when he hears the name.

You are just as shocked as Bucky and honestly can’t find the words.

“I’m stunned,” you laugh and look at Natasha. “Did you know?!” You ask her and she smirks as she pulls Steve into her arms.

“I would know my man’s voice and hands anywhere, so when I saw and heard him on one of Bucky’s videos I quickly texted Stevie and we worked our magic.” She winks. “I mean out of 500 entries for the pottery and you won! How lucky was that.” She winks again and you gasp.

“Did you two rig the drawling?!?” You exclaim and Bucky shoots a glance to Steve who is blushing bright red.

“I may have added a few extra slips with your name.” He admits. Bucky turns and faces him as he crosses his arms.

“How many?” Bucky asks and Steve laughs and sheepishly admits,

“Like 200 extra slips. She had a very good chance at winning.” Steve looks at Natasha and then you and Bucky. You both laugh and Bucky turns back to you.

“Well I’m sure as hell not mad,” he reaches out for your hand. “Are you?” He questions and you shake your head no as you put your hand in his. “Good,” Bucky leans in closer and pulls you in, your lips almost brush when you hear your apartment door close and lock. Looking back you see that Natasha and Steve have slipped inside. “So I guess it’s just us tonight,” he laughs and you agree. “What would you like to do? Cause I have no idea what they had planned.” You think for a minute and then turn back to the door and knock. Bucky lets go of your hand and you quickly grab it back giving him a wink. A slightly irritated Natasha opens the door, lipstick gone and smeared all over Steve’s face.

“What?” She asks and you push past her headed to your room. Bucky stands in the hallway watching and praying you come back.

You emerge with your purse that’s pretty big and Natasha knows that’s your “just in case I spend the night.” Purse. You wave goodbye as you grab your keys and close the door behind you. Turning to Bucky and pulling him in, you kiss his cheek and wrap your arms around one of his.

“Where to?” You ask.

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Steve drove them there so you offer to drive wherever.

“Would it be too forward to invite you back to my place? I’d really like to show you my studio.” He asks so sweetly, you can tell he is nervous. You tease him a little

“Is that your line for all the girl?” Bucky laughs and shakes his head.

“Nope, I never bring girls back to my studio. But if love to have you there.” The double meaning is not Lost on you or Bucky. The blush giving you away, Bucky laughs and pulls you closer before kissing your forehead and taking your keys. “You okay if I drive us?”

“Sure, just promise not to murder me.” You joke as you climb in your car. Bucky sits and gets it started before he looks at you and shrugs.

“No promises, my art has been described as deadly good.” He winks and you laugh at his horrible joke. Soon you are pulling up to a little house with a detached garage.

“You know, it really does look like you’re about to kill me.” You tease but also look around and check the area.

“I know, it’s not the best house but it works and it’s clean. A good neighborhood and lots of space so Steve and I really try hard for our personalities to outshine the murder aesthetic our house gives off.” He takes your hand and walks you to the garage as you laugh. The garage lights up and on every wall is a shelf full of pottery projects. Some half done, some completely done.

“Wow! Bucky, these are amazing!” You exclaim as you look at the intricate detail on each piece. You turn to meet his gaze and he is leaning against his work table just watching you. Moving through the room with Grace and admiring his work, it’s really doing something to him. He hopes you feel the same way.

“So? How did you get into pottery?” You ask as you run your finger along one of the freshly finished pieces.

“I was in the army, when I got out I needed a hobby that I could turn my mind off and just work. Pottery gave me a place for that and it also gave me a place to rediscover my creativity.” Bucky explains. You turn and look at him, gentle as in your eyes.

“That’s why you said that comment about wounded warriors. You wanna support your fellow vets.” You hope your assumption is correct. Bucky nods and smiles, staying firmly where he is.

“Yeah, I nearly lost my arm before I got out. Others aren’t so lucky. So any way I can give back, I try to.” He picks up a piece of clay and start to mold it while talking, mindless work that helps settle his nerves and al the feelings he is having about you.

“That’s amazing.” You say simply, not wanting to push more.

“How did you get into Romance writing?” Bucky asks, a teasing smile across his face. You laugh and continue to walk around the room, looking at the pieces.

“Well, I’m a hopeless romantic,” you look up and meet his gaze. “So I guess I just write about the things I hope would happen to me.” You shrug, your explanation seems simple enough. Bucky is mesmerized by you, how such a beautiful and sweet woman would be single blows his mind. And so sincere too, none of that fake humility he sees in the women he meets who are as beautiful as you, with you, it’s all real and sweet. It’s refreshing.

“How long have you and Steve Been friends?” You ask, wanting to change the topic from yourself.

“Since childhood, he was always getting his ass beat behind the school and I was always there to step in and finish the fight he started.” You laugh and so does Bucky.

“So Steve was a bully?” You ask.

“No!” Bucky laughs. “Just a little punk who wanted to ‘stick up for the little guy’ but he was the little guy, so.” Bucky lightly laughs and you nod. “How about you and Natasha?”

“Since high school. Her family moved here and she was all ‘cool and steely’ that none of the other kids wanted to talk to her,” you laugh at the thought. “I made it my mission to become friends with her. By senior year we were going to go to the same college and we’re going to room together.”

“She seems like a pretty great friend.” Bucky comments, “And Steve adores her but I’m sure she already knows that cause Steve wears his heart on his sleeve.” Bucky teases and you laugh. For a moment it’s quiet, Bucky just watches you and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach and a heat settle even lower. This man is so sweet and kind, not to mention incredibly hot. He is absolutely making you regret not wearing your sexy underwear tonight. You see some clay and the wheel sitting in the middle of the floor. You walk over and run a finger over the clay. Looking up and see Bucky’s eyes raking over your body, you feel invigorated. As sexily as you can, you sit on the stool and toss a look over at him.

“Teach me, please?” You demand and then ask. You see the moment Bucky melts and is all in. He smirks and walks over, pulling up a chair behind you and straddling your body. He places his hands on your and shows you where to plant your feet. He leans forward and whispers against your ear.

“This is a little too ‘Ghost’ for me.” He teases and you giggle as you turn and look at him. His eyes drop to your lips and then back to your eyes. Clay forgotten, you spin in his arms and crash your lips to his. His hands roam over your back, pulling you closer. You moan against his lips, desperate for more, but he pulls away. Breathless and blushing he asks. “I hope this isn’t too forward, would you like to stay the night?” You smirk and move back, away from his arms to grab your bag. Reaching your hand out for him to take again.

“Lead the way.” You coo. Bucky has you in his arms and pressed against his chest so quickly. His lips capture yours again and you giggle against them. Bucky lifts you into his arms and expertly makes his way into the house, never leaving your lips longer than a Quick Look at the doors to make sure they are locked.

Stumbling down the hallway, backs pressed against the walls as you both fight for dominance. Giggles and moans filling the air as you grope each others bodies, seeking flesh rather than clothing. When your back finally presses against Bucky’s door, he pulls back and takes your face in his hands. “This isn’t too fast, is it? You feel this too, right? This connection- this pull.” You bite your lip and nod as you place your hands firmly against his chest, the muscles beneath your fingers, firm and hard, drool worthy.

“Yeah, I feel it too.” You admit before kissing him again and moaning against his mouth. Bucky opens the door and kicks it closed with his boot. He walks you backwards to the bed and in utter abandon you allow yourself to fall, fall back, fall in, fall deep. Pulling back slightly, Bucky caresses your cheek and meets your gaze, your heartbeat quickens as he gently smiles and an exciting peace washes over you. You’ve never felt this safe, this fast. Slowing the pace, Bucky takes his time with you. Kissing down your neck and nipping lightly at your collarbone before his fingers dance at the hem of your shirt. Your hands slips under his shirt and your fingers draw line over his back as he moves above you. First to go his his shirt, tossed behind him and across the room. He sees your eyes trailing down his body and he gives you a moment to take it in. His chest is sculpted yet still soft under your touch, the tasteful amount of chest hair along his pec and sternum tickle your fingers as you memorize his body with your finger tips, and the trail of dark brown hair leading down from his bellybutton and disappearing below his waistband sends your mind into over drive. You lean up and kiss along his chest as he moans at the feeling of your tongue grazing along his nipples. He grabs the hem of your shirt and lifts it up and over your head, tossing it with his. Leaning down and kissing the tops of your breast, he is in heaven. The straps slip down and before you know it you are uncoupling the back and tossing it off, needing as little clothing between the two of you as possible. Bucky reaches for his pants and has them shoved down and off as you remove yours. Standing above you in only black boxer briefs you see the outline of his cock, hard and aching against his boxers. Your mouth waters and yet you are slightly afraid because you can tell he is big. Bigger than any man you’ve been with. Bucky settles on the bed between your legs and slips his hands in the waistband of your panties, waiting for permission, you nod and he has them down you leg and scattered with the rest of the clothes. You sit up and kneel in front of where he kneels on the bed, pulling you closer by the small of your back, Bucky kisses you. You wrap your hands around his waist and slip one hand down his boxers, squeezing his ass before waiting for permission to pull them down. He nods, not wanting to release your lips. When nothing is left between your bodies you lay back in Bucky’s arms and he settles between your legs. Rolling his hips against yours and giving you both friction where you desperately need it. Your moan echos off the walls and he smiles, knowing he is the cause. Bucky kisses down your body and ends up laying between you legs as he licks and sucks on your clit, gently teasing your pussy with a fingertip before pushing all the way in and devoting himself to making you cum on his face. You hands play with his hair as his other hand palms your breast. It’s so fast and so good, you can’t help but moan his name as you cum, squirting on his tongue. “Bucky!! Oh-fffffuuuuc- yes!!” He smirks up at you which makes you cum again. He moans and hums against you as he brings you down. He kisses up your body and settles between you legs.

“I can grab a condom if you want.” Bucky says as he is already reaching into his bedside table to grab one.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone in about a year.” You explain. Bucky nods and takes a shuddering breath before he kisses you again.

“I’m clean too, and it’s been even longer for me.” He gives a weak little smile and you caress the side of his face before you gently kiss his lips.

“Never would have guessed with what that mouth just did to me.” You tease, trying to lighten the mood while letting him know he’s still got it. Bucky laughs and kisses you again as he lines himself up with you. Slowly pushing in and watching your face for pain as he bottoms out. “Mmhm ffffuc- yyyeeesss!” you moan at the stretch. Bucky kisses you again and slowly starts to move his hips, in and out, making sure to hit that spot inside of you over and over again. At first he is laying on top of you, your bodies moving together and against each other, it was sweet and sensual. Then Bucky sits up a little and you take that moment to flip him over, pinning him to the bed with a giant smile on his face. You ride him as you brace your hands against his pecs. His moans growing louder and louder as you get him close to the edge. You sit up and play with your breast and you snap your hips back and forth, ready to bring him over. But apparently that wasn’t what he wanted, because suddenly you are on your back and your legs are over his shoulders as he drills into you while one hand plays with your clit. You gasp and moan as you writhe beneath him. “Oh! BUCKY?!?! Yesyesyes!!!”

“That’s it, Bunny. Come on, I’m not cumming till you have cum on my cock. Come on, baby girl.” That did it, his dirty talk and care. You melted beneath him as you cum, squirting again and feeling better than you’ve felt tin years. “That’s it Good girl,” Bucky coos as he chases his high. Pleasure washes over his face as he buries himself inside you, cumming hard and deep. “Mmhmm squeezing my cock so well,” he is in utter bliss and he lets your legs go and just lays down next to you, his softening cock still inside. He kisses your forehead and hums. “Good girl.” You beam up at him, the praise doing something new to you that it’s never done before. He kisses you before he pulls the covers up and over you body, still entangled and coming down from heaven.

“Mmhmm that was definitely the makings of a meet cute.” You admit and Bucky laughs as he kisses you again.

“Come on, let’s go ‘meet cute’ in the shower, huh?!” He pulls you up and into his arms you nod and he carry’s you away.

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You stand at the door to you car, the sun rising beautifully and creating a glow around you two. “I wish you could stay longer but I understand why you have to go.” Bucky says as he kisses you again.

“My book won’t write itself and if I stay here I will end up participating in smut and not writing it, which is the chapter I am currently working on so.” You explain as Bucky lightly laughs before he smirks and kisses you.

“Well, feel free to use last night in bed as inspiration. Or the shower last night, or the midnight hand play we had, or ever the slow morning sex we just finished.” He beams as he retells the all the adventures you got up to last night. You blush and burry your head in his chest as he hugs you and laughs.

“I will call you tonight and see about dinner, okay?” He nods and you kiss him again. As you are about to get in your car, Steve’s car pulls in. He honks loudly and gets out cheering and clapping. Completely embarrassing Bucky and you, but you know it’s in good fun.

“Were you two safe?” He asks, adding more fuel to the embarrassment fire.

“Nope, not at all!” Bucky shoots back and you decide to tease too.

“Yeah, totally pregnant over here. It worked that fast! Get ready to move into the garage, Stevie, the baby is gonna need your room.” Bucky laughs and pulls you closer. He kisses you again and then sends you on your way. Bucky turns to Steve and you see them “fighting” as you drive away.

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When you get home Natasha is dead to the world and you decide to leave her that way. You see a notification on your phone, it’s Bucky’s TikTok. Opening the app to see a new video.

“Hey guys! Sorry about no live last night.” He blushes, “I uh I met a really amazing Women and my night ended up going a little too well. And it may continue that way, so there may be a change in the live schedule as well as the posting schedule. She’s a writer and our ‘meet cute’ inspired quite a lot in her and I need to be available for any further inspiration.” He winks and then laughs. “But seriously, I’m still around, just maybe not every night anymore. Love you all!” And with that the video ends. You smirk and quickly send Bucky a text.

Message

Hey James, your new Women friend needs some inspiration 😏😉

Within seconds your phone is ringing, as you answer his voice is soothing and so low it’s almost like a purr. “Well, what did you have in mind, Bunny?”

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#bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes au #tiktok pottery Bucky Barnes

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gentaro-kinniecom · 20 days

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Oh..I think you’re holding the heart of mine..

Characters: Solivan Brugmansia/gn!reader

Cw: fluff, mentions of marriage, crushes, love at first sight (?), mentions of kidnapping, yandere themes…

A/n: This is based off day two of The kid at the back :] hope you guys enjoy!

(E/c) eyes lingered across the room, trying to distract themselves from the crimson orbs that stared at their figure, drawing it with a smile. Portraits aren’t that difficult when you know how to draw, except, their skills were quite rough, unlike Sol who was nearly finishing it, looking back and forth between y/n and his paper. Blush covered part of his cheeks, placing his sketchbook down while locking eyes with them

“Is it done?” Y/n asked, sighing as the bell rung across the hallway

“Not yet, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow” He responded with a soft smile, one they’ve rarely seen the times they saw him.

Going their separate ways, y/n found their group in the hallway making small talk as they arrived. It wasn’t long until Sol and his friend appeared, chatting as Sol’s gaze landed on them. Feeling a bit curious, Y/n excuses themselves, parting away from their friends while approaching Sol.

“You must be Y/n! Sol’s told me about you..he’s right, you are kind of cute..” The guy before them spoke while chuckling as Sol sighed, blushing while glaring at his friend

“Anyways, I’m Hyugo! We were just about to eat lunch on the roof, would you like to join?” Y/n looked back briefly at their group. Perhaps something different wouldn’t be so bad today. Crowe however, noticed their sudden disappearance, his sad gaze lingered as they left with the two boys walking across the small corridor.

“I’d love to..!” Hyugo chuckled as the three of them headed towards the roof. Upon arrival, Sol handed Hyugo a bento box filled with his favorite food. It didn’t take long for them to dig in as Y/n looked around the roof, admiring the city and the view it provided.

“Have you eaten yet, y/n?” Sol inquired, staring at their hands that fidgeted around their shirt. ‘hm, cute’ he thought. The sudden question returned them back to reality while answering.

“I didn’t get to eat anything but it’s okay, I’ll grab something later-“ Before they could finish their sentence, Solivan had already taken out the other box he had saved for later.

“I made three boxes today, just in case Hyugo’s appetite was insatiable so..you can take it”

“Are you sure? I mean..” Without any hesitation, Sol had already opened up the lunch box, handing them the tasty food he prepared while smiling, reaching for some utensils.

“You made this all by yourself? It looks so good..!” Y/n praised, taking the utensils Sol provided for them as Hyugo chimed in, swallowing his food gently while speaking

“Sol’s cooking is the best! He’d make a good househusband, don’t you think?” Hearing this, Sol blushed after seeing them nod, maybe being a househusband for Y/n wouldn’t be such a terrible idea after all..

“I think so too, maybe even one day, we could get married as well” They half-joked, watching as Solivan’s smile widened, taking hold of Y/n’s hand and bringing it forth, kissing their knuckles gently

“I’d..love that, no one could ever keep us apart.” Y/n’s eyes drifted to Sol’s gaze, watching as he pressed his cheek against their hand lovingly. Hyugo was nowhere to be seen as the bell rang. After packing everything up, Sol’s hand remained intertwined with their own

“Me and Hyugo were thinking of ditching class, he wanted to see a movie..what do you think?” Upon reaching the corridor, Y/n turned, facing Sol’s body that nearly towered over theirs while leaning forward

“I..-” Looking back at the door of their next class and Crowe who had suddenly exited the room,y/n nodded “-Fuck it, let’s skip.” With that, Sol escorted them towards their secret escape place, not bothered by the glare Crowe had given him as they left.

Due to Hyugo’s request to see the latest movie in theaters, the trio arrived at the cinema shortly after. The movie itself was great, though all y/n could think about was how close Sol was, his arm in their own while sharing popcorn and some small talk. Solivan was over the moon as he walked with them around the nearby park, Hyugo had retuned home afterwards, saying something along the lines of “I’ll leave you two lovebirds be, see you tomorrow” was spoken from his behalf.

The afternoon sun had already settled down, as colder it got, a shiver ran down Y/n’s spine. Sol noticed this, feeling a bit saddened by the fact he couldn’t lend them one of his jackets. Instead, he opted on holding their hand once again until the remainder of the walk to their apartment. Sol already dreaded the look of their place, if only he could take his beloved back to his home, maybe that way he wouldn’t have to worry for any creepy onlookers. As y/n took their keys from their bag, Sol quietly wished for their lips to mest in a kiss before they would lart ways. In that same moment, they leaned forward, kissing his cheek while entering their apartment

“Thank you for today, hopefully we’ll spend more outings like this soon..!”

“Like a date?” He chimed in, making them chuckle while tilting towards him. Their gaze flickered between his eyes and lips

“I wouldn’t oppose to such idea..goodnight Sol, text me when you arrive home” With a nod, Sol bid his goodbyes and left the apartment complex, his heart racing softly while replaying tge memory of their lips caressing his cheek

“Soon..soon enough you’ll be able to see just how much I adore you, my pumpkin”

#solivan brugmansia #sol brugmansia #solivan x reader #solivan brugmansia x reader #sol brugmansia x reader #tkatb sol #the kid at the back sol #tkatb

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half-oz-eddie · 6 months

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Billy couldn't be discharged from the hospital unless he had somewhere to stay and someone to care for him.

He could hardly move on his own, needed medication and was haunted by nightmares. Simply put, he couldn't do this on his own even if tried.

The Byers moved to California, he learned, wishing he could have gone with them.

Joyce said he was more than welcome to join them when he didn't require as much medical care. Traveling in his condition was dangerous anyway.

Steve's parents ranted and raved about how incompetent Steve was and he wasn't capable of being a full-time nurse for anyone when he could hardly take care of himself. Steve just believed it was an excuse for them to say no. While Billy was in the hospital recovering, Steve was constantly by his side. The rumors spread, and everyone knew there was something between them, but Steve didn't care. He loved Billy and promised he'd check on him everyday, no matter where he was.

Mike offered up his basement, and Billy told him he would rather get flayed again than stay in his house. He'd never explain why, though.

The obvious option would be for Billy to go home, but Neil didn't want to be bothered. He called Billy a "burden" and told him to check himself into an adult care home. As much as Max hated it, she had no say in the matter.

That left Mrs. Henderson, who, upon learning Billy had nowhere else to go, offered him the spare bedroom in their house. She was recently laid off, and took a job from home stuffing envelopes.

Billy received a generous amount of hush money from the government, and was willing to pay for the room.

The first night was a little awkward. Billy had never spoken to Mrs. Henderson before, and he hadn't spoken to Dustin very much, aside from some small talk when he visited him at the hospital.

He was in too much pain to sit upright at the dinner table, so Claudia propped him up on his bed and convinced dustin to join her in keeping Billy company.

They ate together and watched Shadowlands, which Dustin and Billy found dreadfully boring.

As Claudia had her back to them, Dustin turned to Billy, mouthing about how boring the movie was.

They tried to hide their laughter, pretending to enjoy the movie when Claudia turned back to look at them.

"Wanna see something cool?" Dustin whispered.

Billy nodded. He doubted anything Dustin would show him would be cool, but he was wrong.

Dustin was working on some figurines for D&D and Billy thought they looked pretty badass.

Claudia turned to them again, smiling. "So I was watching the movie all by myself, hm?" "Sorry, mom. I thought Billy would want to see some of the stuff I was working on and—"

"It's alright, Dusty. You boys have fun playing with your toys, I'll clean the dishes."

"They're not toys mom, they're..." Dustin sighed. "She doesn't get it."

"At least she's here."

Dustin nodded. "Yeah, she's a great mom! Hey, d'you like comic books?"

"Max used to leave them lying around and I'd look at them. They're okay, I guess."

"Wait here—I mean...sorry. I forgot you...couldn't move." Dustin winced.

Billy sighed, brushing off Dustin's awkward comment. "Bring me a drink while you're up."

"You got it!"

Billy watched Dustin run out of the room, then glanced down at Dustin's figurines.

"Steve will get a kick out of knowing his best friend likes me."

#i was in a bad place #so i wrote post-starcourt billy and dustin being buddies for comfort #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #dustin henderson #billy and dustin #ivy.doc #caliscoops.doc

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just-imagine-that · 1 year

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hi, can I please request a nct dream reaction to find out that they're your first boyfriend and first kiss?

NCT Dream Reaction - They're Your First Kiss

some of these might be a bit similar to each other because I can see a lot of the same scenarios happening with each of them

I was actually really disgusted at what I was writing on Renjun's part, but it just seemed like something that would happen

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WARNING: Fluff

Mark

He doesn't know how to react when you tell him he's your first, not only kiss, but first boyfriend aswell. Just kinda gives you a thumbs up before telling you that he wants you to be comfortable and that he'll go by your pace. He really doesn't want to do anything your not okay with, so he doesn't even try to kiss you, which makes you a bit frustrated because you have no idea how to initiate a kiss.

In the end, you just gave up on waiting for him to try and initiate anything and just grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth. You'd think it was his first kiss too, because he is so awkward and his hands are kind of just in the air, not knowing where to put them. Once you end the kiss, you just clear your throat and leave to go get a glass of water, leaving Mark in shock.

Renjun

Listens to you very intently when you sat down and had a talk with him about how he was your first boyfriend, first kiss, first everything really. He won't push you into making a move to kiss him, he wants you to be comfortable around him and he wants the kiss to happen naturally.

The day you finally got your first kiss stolen from him, it was like a cheesy romance movie. You guys were watching a movie, a bowl of popcorn being shared in the middle of you two. You glanced at him to see if he was enjoying the movie so far, but then you couldn't take your eyes off him, because he was so gorgeous, a smile creeping on your face when you realized that this was your boyfriend. Renjun could feel your staring and moved his head to see your face, the smile and love in your eyes were undeniable. He smiled in return as he looked into your eyes, and you both slowly started leaning in, and let the kiss happen like how you both wanted it to, naturally.

(I cringed so hard writing this, I'm so sorry about the fucking amount of CHEESE in this🤢)

Jeno

I feel like he would be really stupidly proud to hear that he is your first relationship and everything. It has to do with the thought that, out of all the guys in the world to be your first everything, you chose HIM, and he is confident that he's the only boyfriend you're ever gonna have because he is so determind to make you feel like royalty, because, to him, that's what you are, a beloved royal.

He will wait until you come up to him and tell him that you are ready for your first kiss, because he wants to wait until you are less nervous about your inexperience and be a bit more confident in yourself, to make sure that you are 100% positive that you want him to be your first everything. He would ask you if it is okay to kiss you, and when you say yes, he'll softly place his lips upon yours, and make sure you feel the amount of love he has for you in, not only that first kiss, but also in all the kisses to come in the future.

Haechan

He would honestly be so excited and so sweet about being your first kiss and first boyfriend. He would always ask if you were comfortable whenever doing relationship things, seeing as all of it is a first for you, and he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable if you don't like the new experience. He gives very obvious hints at you that he can't wait for your first kiss, but that's all he does until you ask him for an actual kiss.

The day you ask him for a kiss is the day his soul leaves his body and he swears he's up in heaven in the clouds because he is so happy and so ready to give you the best first kiss ever. He tries not to get too excited, though, because, if he does, he might rush the kiss and accidentally ruin your experience. He'll give you a few pecks first before giving you a long, deep kiss, pouring his entire heart and soul into it.

Jaemin

(Jaemin isn't my bias but this gif gives me butterflies lol)

He may be one hyper boy, but he will harness all the patience he has in his body, mind, and soul just to make you comfortable and to encourage to be confident in your relationship with him. Since this is your first everything in a relationship, his patience with you is unlimited and will never put you down if you don't know what to do and get embarrassed, he gives you ALL the reassurance in the world.

Your first kiss with him was very sweet, Jaemin had planned a whole day of fun and cute little dates to do, both around the city and at home. When the sun was finally setting, and you two were sitting on a bench at the local park, it was like a shared agreement when you both looked to each other and leaned in. It was a perfect first kiss.

Chenle

Oh God, it doesn't matter if he is your first boyfriend or not, if anything, that gives him all the more reason to spoil the absolute shit out of you, after all, he wants to show you that there ain't a better boy out there other than him. He doesn't just spoil you with gifts, he also spoils you with love and affection, and also brings you to a fancy dinner date from time to time.

He takes every word that comes out of your mouth and memorizes that shit because he wants to show you that he does take careful watch of the things you like and dislike. Pays careful attention to your expressions and movements when you are around him because, to him, that can tell him when you want him to give you a kiss, and when he does, it's probably the most passionate kiss you've had (that's saying something considering it's your first).

Jisung

You think this guy has any idea what to do either? It's a first for both of ya, and this boy is gonna be lookin' on Wiki How asking 'how to relationship'. None of those Wiki's would help him so he just gave up on them and decided to follow his gut instinct. At some point you're gonna get a bit frustrated and then your gonna have to take lead in the relationship for a bit.

Jisung actually asked you for a kiss one day when you were cooking breakfast, and he was so shy about it you could just barely make out what he was saying, but you got the gist of it. You gave him a quick peck on the lips before going back to cooking your eggs, a bright blush covering your face as you realized what you just did. Looking over your shoulder, Jisung had the same bright blush on his face, but he was trying to cover it with his hands.

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parkerpeter24 · 1 year

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Sending in req, wedding anniversary w/ peter can be smut or not but a lot of fluff <3

OKAY I LOVE THE IDEA thanks so much for sending this in 🤍 i tried my best idk why my writing feels a bit rusty and this isn’t that long 🥸🤧 also i accidentally made this pre-wedding anniversary 😭

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

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the remnants of last night flooded your mind, leaving a wide smile covering your face as soon as you woke up. peter’s arm were wrapped firmly around you but he shuffled when he heard the change in your pattern of breathing.

you turned around in his arms and he pulled you closer, “g’morning, boyfriend. happy anniversary.”

you watched with partly closed eyelids as peter’s eyebrows furrowed, lips downturned, “i’m your fiancé!”

“right. i know.” you chuckled as he nudged his nose against yours. peter, your boyfriend since four years, had finally proposed to you one night before your anniversary, and despite him being the worst at secret-keeping, this one was exceptionally well kept. but knowing peter, you would have expected something like that from him anyway.

“why’d you say boyfriend?” he asked.

“you know, it was fun being your girlfriend. it’s like an end of an era.” you shrugged, getting up finally to start the day.

peter shook his head, “happy anniversary, fiancé.”

the two of you made breakfast together, stealing kisses every once in a while as you worked around the kitchen in co-ordination. peter cut up some strawberries while you baked pancakes.

“we should run to the grocery store later.” you stated as the two of you sat down at the dining table, besides instead of sitting across each other.

“why?” peter asked.

“there’s basically nothing left in the fridge.” you said before dipping your spoon in the nutella jar and pulling out a flood of the chocolate spread, covering your pancake in it.

“whoa! easy there, willy wonka.” peter teased, making you laugh.

“it’s alright. not like i’ve gotta maintain a figure, i got a boyfriend.”

peter’s face, once more turned sour with distaste. not from your pancakes but from what you’d just said, “i’m your fiancé.”

“yes, i’ve got a fiancé.” you gave him a grin before taking a bite from your stack of pancakes.

the two of you took a trip down to the grocery store around noon. peter gathered all the items from your list while you were busy exploring the snacks section, finally deciding on a few packs of readymade popcorn for your movie night later and some reese’s peanut butter cups.

on your way out from the store, you stumbled into your neighbour, mj. she noticed the ring immediately and her eyes widened in excitement.

peter realised you two hadn’t told anyone about your engagement. peter noticed the look of confusion over your face as mj congratulated you.

the brunette took your hand in his, pulling it up to your eye level so you could see the beautiful ring sitting on your ring finger, “fiancé.” he mouthed to you.

“oh! thanks a lot, mj.” you smiled at the kind girl.

you were sitting on the couch, legs stretched to rest over the coffee table as you waited for peter to bring the snacks out. the first scene of the movie you two had mutually agreed upon– after a long, long conversation over how star wars is better than rom coms– was paused over the screen as you tapped away on your mobile phone.

you were talking to gwen, telling her the whole thing since she wanted every little detail about how peter proposed to you. you sent her the last text as peter settled beside you, leaving against your shoulder, “watcha doin’?”

“nothing, just telling gwen about my fiancé.” you emphasized on the word.

“finally!” peter cheered, making you laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

the two of you cuddled on the couch as you started ‘the proposal’.

not to your surprise, peter was straddling your hips as the end credits rolled. his hands, warm under your t-shirt, travelled up, pulling the fabric along with them.

your tongue worked its way past your lover’s lips, exploring his mouth. your hand travelled to the nape of his neck, playing with the soft curls as he pulled away for breath. his lips attached to your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake, then over your neck. you felt him gently bite the skin over your sensitive spot, making you gasp, “peter! no teasing.”

peter pulled away to look you in the eye, giving you a smug look “what? i just wanna make sweet love to my girlfriend.”

“fiancé!” you scolded before sealing the gap between you two once more.

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ipseitydelrey · 5 months

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Hello! I would like to submit a request for Elle Greenaway x fem!Reader. How about spending holidays with Elle trying to cheer her up after leaving the BAU/starting a new life together? Thank you for your time!

oooo the power this prompt holds…i’ve always wondered what might have happened to elle after she left

when memories snow ☆ e. greenaway

ship elle greenaway x fem!reader

warnings slight angst, pre-established relationship, hurt/comfort but it’s definitely comfort, timeline’s a mess just pretend that the episode where elle quits aired in december and not october okay?, not beta-read

word count 895

summary after elle quits the BAU following the events of s2:e5, reader tries to cheer her up during the holidays.

a/n yeah the title is a mitski reference, dont blame me i love her <3 also this is just propaganda to get y’all to watch The Apartment dir. Billy Wilder (1960) bc it’s a cute christmas movie! merry christmas to those who celebrate, and happy holidays !!

When the cold night air nips at your skin while waiting outside of Elle’s apartment, you’re glad you remembered to bring thick sweaters.

It was a spur of the moment decision to show up unannounced. That is made clear when Elle answered to your knocks and opened the door. She isn’t really enthusiastic to see you; which you can understand. Her quitting from the FBI is a fresh wound, and she had only told you of her leave through a midnight text a couple nights ago.

In short, she wasn’t expecting you here, especially in the middle of the night and while a budding snowstorm is brewing.

“What are you doing here?” The question isn’t aggressive; none of what she has ever said to you has been aggressive in tone. No, it was genuine, like she really is wondering why you’re at her apartment.

You gesture to a spare sweater nestled in your arms. “It’s the holidays,” you reply. “I wanna spend them with you.”

Elle sighs and steps aside, allowing you in. You go inside and the first thing you notice upon entry are the few packed and sealed boxes in the corner, assuming they’re untouched incase your girlfriend needed to move again. You eye them but decide not to bring it up; after all, the last thing Elle would want with all she’s been through in a short time span is you criticizing her.

She glances at the fuzzy sweater you’re wearing. “Does it itch?” she questions as she closes and locks the door, trapping the cold air outside.

You look down and straighten the dark green wool with your free hand. “Actually, it’s really soft.” You extend the crimson sweater in your arm to her. “I brought one for you!”

Seeing how happy you are, she takes the sweater and pulls it over her head; the red suits her perfectly. “Thank you,” Elle says, letting her hand run over the fabric on her arm. Her faint smile fades into a light scowl. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you ask.

“I didn’t tell you sooner.”

You stand there quietly, breaking the eye contact you had for a second before meekly assuring, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

The second when you stop talking, Elle moves to the living room and you follow behind closely. “I don’t think you came all the way here just to hear me whine,” she chuckles lightly.

“Okay, well,” you were originally assuming that she would turn you away at the door; now, you hadn’t envisioned you would get this far. Suddenly, you have an idea. “Do you still have those hot cocoa packets?”

She raised an eyebrow at your question. “Yeah…why, do you want some?”

“I’ll make it!” you yell as you run into the kitchen, leaving her behind. You’re lucky to have already memorized where everything in the kitchen is, being that this is only your third visit to her apartment. You turned on the electric kettle and collected two mugs and two hot chocolate packets, alongside some small marshmallows which took some time to find. Despite how often Elle would be away from her apartment, her kitchen is surprisingly well-stocked.

After you pour the hot water and contents of the packets into the mugs, you collect them and make your way back to the living room. Elle, now seated on the couch with a wooly blanket draped over one leg, stares at you as you carefully hand her the mug.

The cocoa, as delicious as it smells, is still burning hot, but that tidbit of information slipped your mind as you took a small sip, only to burn your tongue and jerk your head back. Elle chuckled at your reaction and while you’re happy to hear her laughter, you’re also playfully offended by her apparent sadism.

You slap her shoulder lightly as you sit down next to her, leaning your torso against her warm body. She responds with a joking “ouch” as she softly blows on her hot chocolate. You pull the blanket over to cover both sets of legs.

Elle sets her mug down and grabs the remote. “What d’you wanna watch,” she asks, opening up a streaming service on the television.

You take another sip, thankfully the cocoa is cooler and not unpleasantly hot. “Oh, I don’t know,” you say. “It’s your house, why don’t you pick?”

She nods, using the remote to navigate to an old black-and-white movie you hadn’t seen yet. “The Apartment? Is that a Christmas movie?”

“Technically,” she quipped, taking back her mug and drinking when the movie starts.

A few minutes in, you lean your head against her shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” you suggest, out of the blue.

Elle glances at you with her eyes. “I know.”

“It’s not…necessarily about, y’know, the BAU, but…” you’re unsure of whether or not you want to continue. You look down at the steam rising out of your mug. “I just wanna know if you’re doing okay.”

“I am,” she replies. “I’m okay, I swear.” She turns her head and kisses your forehead softly before turning back and wrapping her arm along the back of your neck.

You smile and take another sip of the hot chocolate, with the sounds of old-timey music in the background and the warmth of Elle’s presence to comfort you.

literally did not know how to end this, but like it’s very cute 🫶 hope y’all enjoyed (if there’s anything wrong in the fic, let me know and i’ll fix it!) and happy holidays !! ❄️

#✩ ⊹˖ ꒰ elle ꒱ ୨🎧୧ #★ sei’s fanfics #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #lola glaudini #fanfic #fanfiction

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pinievsev · 1 year

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Hi it's mee!! Since you always have amazing Ideas for requests, you must be amazing at fulfilling requests too!!

I'd like to request a Hunter from xikers fluff, where reader goes on a first date to the movies with Hunter and they're both nervous in the beginning but then they hit it off and get very cute with each other!!

Thank you in advance and take as much time as you need! Love you 💞💞💞

I have, finally found motivation to write! I hope this does justice to your request! I'm not exactly the best at it, I might disappoint you but I hope you enjoy Love<3! (Could've definitely done a better job on this 😅)

{Requests are open, you can find my masterlist here!}

!!LOUD!!

Pairing: nonidol!Hunter X GN!reader

Warnings: none as far as I know.

Take a shot for every time I say a variation of the word awkward.☠️

☆★☆★☆★☆☆★☆★☆★

You were telling yourself not to panic, be calm, cool. You can do this! Just be yourse-

Your train of thought was cut short as you tripped on the sidewalk, barely catching yourself last second. The other day you had been asked out on a movie date by you crush!

Yeah, you were happy and excited and all that, but you were, rightfully so, nervous. You stood up properly and checked your phone. 8:15PM. You were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago!

You basically ran to the cinema a couple blocks down, a pit forming in your stomach as you saw a very uncomfortable looking hunter outside the cinema glancing around. You mentally slapped yourself and rushed over, apologising over and over "...and I lost track of time and-" he waved his hands Infront of your face, dismissing your apology.

"It's fine! It's okay! I just got here anyway!" He gave you a half smile, you could tell he lied but you nodded, not pushing any further.

"can we just- go inside?". He reached for your hand as you looked for the room you were supposed to be in, making butterflies erupt in your stomach, cliché I know, for a second you felt like you should pull your hand away but you forced yourself not to, instead letting your mind wander. You had let him pick the movie, so you didn't know what to expect.

After a couple minutes of waiting in your sits, your hands awkwardly touching, the lights inside the room finally dimmed and you focused your eyes on the screen.

Your jaw fell open as you saw the movie playing, it was one of your all time favourites! You had watched it so many times and never gotten bored of it. Forgetting the awkwardness moments prior you excitedly turned your head towards him, kind of scaring him.

"W-what-?!" He asked earning a couple of 'hushes' and 'shushes' from the people around you "You like this movie?" You asked, immediately regretting the question. He picked it! Of course he liked it! "Yeah- do you not?! We can always do something else-" "no no! It's actually one of my all time favourites, it's just. Not exactly too known that's why I'm surprised" you explained.

He quickly relaxed, squeezing your hand which you had forgotten was still in his "you scared me!" He whisper yelled this time "Sorry-?" He started at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a wheeze at how tense you looked suddenly.

So, he took it upon himself to help you relax, even though he was tense himself. Throughout the movie you talked about the plot, your favourite characters and even recited some of the lines along with the actors on screen. Laughing whenever someone shushed you.

Towards the end of the movie, you had noticed him turning to look at you quite frequently, your face was flushed red and you thanked whatever higher power was responsible for the darkness inside the room. "Hey.." you turned your head to look at him this time "yeah?" He leaned closer "You're red. Is everything okay?" Dammit. You took in a sharp breath "yep, just a little hot" you made up the stupidest excuse possible.

"yeah, you are." It was barely audible but you heard it, blinking at him repeatedly "wha- what?" "I'll tell you later" he motioned to the screen, turning to focus back on the movie that was mare seconds away from ending. Leaving you sitting there confused and flustered.

Walking out of the cinema you turned your head sharply towards him crossing your arms "Wanna tell me what that was?" He mimicked your actions "but your know what it was?" You narrowed your eyes "do I?" "Mhmmm" he gave you a toothy smile, basically melting you. How can someone he so cute?!

You were currently sitting on swings in a park, having lost track of time. You just sat there not swinging or anything you just rested your head on the chain, starting to once again feel awkward.

You felt someone standing behind you so you looked up, You saw Hunter standing over you, looking down at you "are you always this quiet?" "Maybe" you gave him a side smile, you've only been out for a couple of hours but you were starting to warm up to him even more than you already had.

He leaned down, a couple of inches away from your face "Maybe? What kind of answer is that?!" You bumped his shoulder and he laughed "ok no seriously, why are we so quiet?" Your eyes shone as you decide to have some fun "Oh? Well if that's the problem, WHY NOT BE LOUD?!" you asked raising your voice "Shhh, hey hey!" "WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO BE QUIET?!" "Yeah, not so loud tho!" You smiled satisfied with yourself "OH YEAH?! SORRY I DON'T REALISE" you noticed some windows light up across the street, making your eyes wide "Be quiet!" He warned playfully leaning closer "or what?" You asked not as loudly as you hoped.

Wanna take a guess on what happened next?

If you guessed a kiss, you'd be absolutely correct.

"or that" you tilted your head to the side still looking up at him from the swing you were sat on "I should be loud more often then?" "You can just ask, you know." You stood up and turned to him "can I have another one then?" "Good question. Can you?"now it was your turn to lean over, kissing him instead.

Well, that went better than you were expecting, not complaining or anything!

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#xikers fluff #xikers fanfic #xikers imagines #xikers #xikers hunter #hunter x reader #kpop x reader #xikers imagine #xikers hunter x reader

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thithesandofferings · 2 years

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“Strength Training”

¶Pairing: Ichigo x Reader x White Ichigo:

¶Synopsis: Ichigo is known to be a little brass, but still very controlled. But sometimes, he just wants to let loose, he wants to see how far he can really go. Ichigo doesn’t know is own strength, but he’s very excited to experiment on you.

¶Tags: Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Biting, Marking, Overall Possessiveness, Mating Press, Hollow..sex?

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You know that Ichigo hasnt been around anyone weaker than you in a very very long time. And he doesnt mean to say that like its bad thing. Everyone around him is practically immortal. Honestly, every time he talks about how "weak" you are, his get a tad darker. But its gone in a blink and you are confused if you even saw it. You even think you saw a tinge of yellow briefly. But you tried not to really think about it.

But that was just poor foresight on your part.

Because its so easy to forget how strong ichigo is. How he just..picks you up and softly manhandles you if you just happen to be in his way. Makes your thighs squeeze together so tightly when he picks you up by the waist and helps you grab that thing from the top shelf. He does it so often that he'll do it instinctively. Even around others. And will always have the audacity to blush and tell Renji to shut up when he teases him about it.

One time you mentioned about your insecurity of maybe being heavy and the way Ichigo looks at you- as if you had insulted him, and says,

"I throw enemies 10 times the size of you with one hand, I doubt a few pounds will do anything to my physique" And you hope he doesnt catch the shiver trapping down your spine.

What also makes it even worse is when his hollow comes around and snickers at you for it. Aiding in the torture that is ichigos strength. The hollow loves the thought of considering himself a Prince to you. Willing to carry you to the kitchen bridal style just so you can get a drink of water. You adore them both, and you dont mind getting carried, so you dont mind indulging them.

So when its movie night and midway you are lifted up into Ichigos lap, you think nothing of it.

Until he starts kissing your neck and grinding up into you slowly. Making sure to grab your hips, with steady strong hands, strong enough to make sure you dont move.

"You okay?" he whispers, its muttered fast, as if he's singularly being the only reason he's holding back.

But you wouldnt mind if he did more.

And so you that. And his grip becomes tighter

Hands tugging and pulling a little too hard and youre a little struck surprised when squeezes your tits disrespectfully. He's usually so gentle, concentrating on you- always wanting you to come first.

His hands are hot as he grabs on to rapidly moving downward until he pulls you closer, your back hitting his chest as he spreads your legs wider, hard enough to leave bruises.

"Want more princess?" The gravel snickering makes you freeze. Huff out an astonished breath as a white hand close fully around your still clothed cunt. And the other gripping at your neck. Cupping and squeezing as he waits for your surprise to abate.

"I've seen how you look at me Princess, like you wanna see how someone like me can make you scream. And I can, beauty- you wont ever have to question it again." He squeezes your cheek and hes too eager and gripping too hard, but you moan regardless. The pain is divine.

You have to try to sit up and clear your head while he's kissing down the back of your neck because

"I-ichigo, what about-"

"You dont need to worry about King, he's right here- waiting. He's just decided that its about time to share his prize" The yellowed eyes and twisted mouth were definitely put upon in a pout. As if theyve been arguing about this for a while.

"Think King just likes to tease me, making sure to call me every time you two fuck- to watch him slide his cock in you and not be able to touch you." You gasp as he wrestles you and flips you underneathe him. Its so easy for him to use his brute strength. Crowding your space and forcing you to wince and put your hands on the arm of the couch, with a gruff "keep them there" that oddly sounded like Ichigos voice, as he slides a slender finger inside of you.

"Fuck youre already so wet, you wanted to fuck me? Couldnt wait until you got your hands on me huh, is it hot knowing that your boyfriend and I are one in the same- that we want the same thing?" He leans in further towards your lips, brushing them back and forth, grinning when he bites your lips so hard they bleed a little.

"To ruin you. Throw you around and make you feel it."

"All wet and desperate just because im manhandling you."

"Ha. I doubt it, you both dont have the guts to even fuck me the way I want"

And maybe you should have kept your mouth closed, because you see a flash of both the Hollows and Ichigos eyes go gold and still.

He grabs your jaw hard, forcing your mouth open to slide his hollow tongue into your throat, making you gag. The kiss is famished. Hot, and wet- messy. Saliva dripping down the side of your chin as you try run away. His laugh becoming maniacal, and he chases you and ruts his cock against you. Barely paying mind to the small ounce of clothing that your wearing, you can feel every part of his dick through his pants. Him only pausing to bite at your bloodied lips before shoving his tongue back down, iron filling your mouth.

And you're starting to get whiny, you want him inside now.

"So fucking cute, begging like that- cant believe he kept this from me."

The Hollow grumbles this as he sucks big dark bruises into your neck that sting. And from the looks of it, itll look like you've been mauled tomorrow when you see everyone. Ichigo looks pleased as punch at that thought.

"You want it?" You can tell that its your orange haired lover at this point, but he is...different. Grabbing his cock and smacking it against your slit- hard.

But you dont run, if anything you want more. Anticipation overriding any emotion as he slides your sleep shorts to the side. Humming and pinching your clit meanly making you squeal and try to close your legs. He holds your legs open so easily, no matter how much you struggle. And you hope you dont moan loud enough for him to hear how much that turned you on.

He pins your hands harder above the couch, pushing them further down into the cushions, your readiness liable to kill you.

Ichigo pauses for a moment, considering- before he completely rips open the crotch part of the sleeping shorts- leaving a gaping hole of fabric falling off. Him humming about how much better it is. About how much he wants to abuse your cute insides. Make it theirs so no one else will ever have to touch you again.

He folds you in half, feet close to your ears, and he slides into you before you can even blink. Hole convulsing around you as he buries his dick deep. He's gritting his teeth as he shoves his cock into you, so hard its making you yelp. He's completely flushed, eyelashes fluttering and eyes flickering from Ichigo and hollow in blinks as he processes the pleasure. Groaning when he hits your spot perfectly over and over.

Fucking Ichigo always feels like a warm river, nice and flowing and steady- sometimes changing- but comfortable, nonetheless. But it seemed today, he had an agenda, fucking into you without prep. It makes you choke on your own breath as pleasure and pain crash down on you tenfold. The maniacal laughter is the only thing that makes you remember that the hollow is still there. Making sure you feel wave after wave of pleasure. Not taking long to come crashing down. Screaming at how brutal and intense he's got you.

"Such a good fucking hole. Fuck, youre gonna make me come already." He doesn’t mention that he plans to keep going until you’re fucked braindead, especially when you realize he hasn’t gone soft at all. Coming inside you and continuing to thrust, loving the way you cry out of oversensitivity and try to push him away. Ichigo grabs both your thighs and forces you closer, making sure you're encasing him fully in warm heat and it makes you scream at being filled so full and so fast again.

"You can take it until i come right?"

#bleach #ichigo #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x reader #bleach x reader #im crying its fine we're fine.#thithesandofferings

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Evermore

synopsis; in which you can no longer ignore all the signs of your husband’s affair.

pairing; husband!kim taehyung x wife!reader

genre; angst, marriage au

rating; PG-13

warnings; infidelity, not so much a warning but mentions of Yeontan to help keep you sane yw

w/c; 889

a/n; happy angsty reading! pls keep sending more if you enjoyed! <3 this is a repost from my old account.

song to listen to; evermore by taylor swift ft. bon iver

It was currently November, though it all started in July, or so you think. Least, that’s when you first started noticing the signs. Who knows exactly how long this whole affair has been going on.

Gray November, I’ve been down since July.

Your whole body felt heavy due to all the bottled up anger, sadness, and despair you kept inside, selfishly trying to keep yourself alive amongst all the chaos and denial you dealt with daily.

It was the night before the 4th of July, you recall. You were supposed to meet up at the movies to watch the third installment of your shared all time favorite franchise. A movie that you booked tickets for together months in advance. Only to be left in the dark room all alone, the only light illuminated from the projector. Glancing down at your phone that emitted a soft glow, you let out a quiet sigh of discontent not wanting to disturb fellow movie goers around you.

From Husband:

Sorry y/n, won’t be able to make it. This meeting is going on for way longer than expected. I’ll see you at home later, don’t wait up for me, okay? Save me some popcorn, though! Can’t wait to hear all about it! Love you.

That should’ve been your first red flag.

Motion capture, put me in a bad light.

Not that he left you to watch the movie alone, but yes, that sucked. He’s done it before, though. When you know for a fact he was caught up in a meeting, or so you hoped, thinking back on it now.

No. No, it was a detail that no one would’ve picked up on besides you, and in fact, most people would just scoff at and say you were over reacting. He was probably in a rush to send that text, they would say. He didn’t have time. Yeah, okay. Sure, whatever. But you knew.

Especially since you made a pact not too long after you started dating that you would use your pet names instead of your actual names when addressing each other. Or, not so much a pact, but more so just an unspoken rule you developed out of a daily habitual use of said pet names. He literally hasn’t called you by your name in years.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong.

It was engraved in you since you were a little girl to be the ever doting, ever loyal, ever loving, ever faithful wife. Whenever you so chose to be one. Lord knows you were never in a rush. In fact, it wasn’t until you hit your 5 year anniversary that he got down on one knee and popped the question. Yet, you were still surprised when it happened. Still not expecting it for another 5 years later, at the very least. But, Kim Taehyung had other plans it seems. Ever the hopeless romantic, you should’ve known. Him always being the one to talk about your future together, hinting at a wedding and a big family with a little dog. At least you were able to cross off two of those, you thought bitterly. Contrary to the gentle pats you were currently giving to the Teacup Pom, Yeontan.

As the months progressed, he became less subtle. The lipstick stains on his collar of a color that didn’t exist in your make up collection, the waft of perfume you would smell as he kissed your cheek upon coming home that you knew wasn’t yours. And yet, you were still in denial. Not willing to risk losing him, your heart suffered instead.

Writing letters, addressed to the fire.

The only solace you had, being to write out your aggression of the day onto a piece of paper that would then meet the kiss of fire you would ignite nightly in your fireplace and burn, each time hoping and praying for it to cleanse your head and heart along with it.

It never worked. And you always cried silent tears of misery so as not to wake your peacefully sleeping husband curled up with the Teacup Pom in the next room over who came back from yet another late night out.

You never thought you would end up here. Being that wife that would become the gossip of other fellow wives. Becoming the ever pining wife that would stand alone in the dark at two o’clock in the morning looking out the window and waiting for your husband to come home. Craving his words and his touch. Knowing you weren’t currently getting either of those. She was. Whoever she is. You had no clue.

And I was catching my breath. Staring out an open window….

You stared longingly at your husband who just pulled up in the driveway. Yeontan running around your feet in excitement upon recognizing the sound of his human’s car. As he went to step out of the car, an article of clothing fell out, one he was quick to recover and throw in the backseat. More importantly one that was very obviously, not yours. Looking around to see if he had been caught, he locked eyes with you in the window. His widening in guilt, yours crying unrelentless tears as you stared emotionlessly, arms crossed over your chest where your heart just broke for the last and final time.

Catching my death.

#kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook angst #taehyung angst #kim taehyung #bts kim taehyung #taehyung drabble #drabbles masterlist #masterlist; drabbles #masterlist; old account

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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Friends with Benefits

pairing: sebastian stan x male reader

summary: reader is an actor in his early 20s who plays one of the super-heroes in the Avengers and is really close to most of his castmates. in Atlanta to film the upcoming "Infinity War" movie, Sebastian and reader share a room in the hotel they're staying at and, upon discovering the other had just broken up with his boyfriend, Sebastian proposes they satisfy each other's "needs" (you know, as friends!)

notes: smut, bottom reader, friends with benefits, age gap, no romantic feelings

words: 2430

"Got the key?", y/n asks the other as they get out of the elevator, strawberry banana smoothie in hand.

Sebastian no more than hums as he fishes the keycard out of his pocket while they walk to their hotel room.

The view from the hall window captivates the younger as he looks down at the busy streets of Atlanta while slurping on his drink, ever so appreciative of the night view of a big city.

It's been a regularly busy day for the two actors as they spent most of it preparing for the new movie filmings, having discussed schedules and participated in a script reading with the rest of the cast.

As usual, the cast members were booked in the same hotel together, with some sharing rooms with others, which was the case of Sebastian and y/n.

y/n is brought back from his thoughts as the beep of their room's door is heard after Sebastian used the keycard to open it.

The two enter in silence as the older sits on his bed to take off his shoes, sighing in relief after having worn them the whole day. Not yet sit, y/n does the same, never letting go of his now almost finished smoothie.

Sebastian lays back on his pillow and puts his arms behind his head with eyes closed, resting a little as he finds the strength to get up and change clothes.

His eyes open back up as the sound of y/n's slurping noises is heard one last time before the younger finishes the drink and heads to the bathroom to throw it in the trash.

Sebastian watches as the other comes back, walking past him to sit on the bed right beside his own.

"Hey, how's your boyfriend? Been a while since I heard you talking about him", the older man asks, still in the same position on his bed.

y/n looks up as he takes his socks off. "Oh," he starts while laying on his side, facing the other, "we broke up actually."

Sebastian is surprised by the other's nonchalant tone, given that last he saw him the boy seemed madly in love. "What, really? Why?", he asks, mimicking the other's pose, turning to lay on his side.

"Well, I think we just got to a point where it felt like we were more friends than boyfriends, you know?"

"I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's fine. It was a mutual decision anyway, he felt the same way I did. We're still friends though, so it's okay."

"Oh, that's cool," Sebastian looks at the floor for a moment as if thinking of what to say next. "When did that happen?"

"Two months ago, I think?" y/n scrunches his nose cutely, trying to remember. "Wait, no, three!"

The older man hums in response. "So, no action since then?"

The two have built such a close friendship since they first met a few years ago when y/n was first introduced into the MCU that no topic would ever feel like crossing the line, which is why y/n wasn't at all phased by the other's intimate question.

"Yeah...Kinda miss it, to be honest," he responds with that cute nose scrunch again.

Sebastian chuckles before laying on his back again, facing the ceiling. "Same, man. Haven't had sex in months," he sighs.

y/n nods to himself as he also lays on his back.

Silence is installed for a few seconds before both men lay on their side again.

"Hey-"

They both chuckle.

"You go first," y/n says.

"Well," Sebastian starts, a little hesitant to continue. "Was just thinking...you haven't had it in a while. I haven't had it in a while. We both want it," he pauses for a moment. "Why don't we help each other out?"

"Oh," y/n has a slightly surprised look on his face. "I was also gonna say that," he laughs.

Sebastian chuckles a little. "That's great then! You up for the full thing or..?"

"Yeah, of course!" y/n says while moving to the other bed.

As the younger man sits beside the other, Sebastian asks, putting his hands on y/n's hips. "Anything I should know beforehand?"

"Mmm...I'm a bottom, don't like spanking or choking, and I prefer condoms."

"Ok, awesome! I think I have a couple condoms in my bag," y/n raises a brow at that. "You know, just in case," Sebastian completes before getting up to get the condoms.

y/n watches as the other comes back and puts the condom on the bedside table.

Sebastian removes his socks as he sits back on his bed, facing y/n. He places his hands on the other's hips again and moves closer before stopping to ask, "is kissing okay?"

"Yeah," y/n answers briefly before the older man kisses him.

Sebastian's lips are soft, and it's not until he starts using his tongue that y/n realizes how much he missed making out with someone.

y/n lets the other man take the upper hand and gives passage to Sebastian's warm tongue, that touches his own, cold from the smoothie he was drinking earlier.

Both of them moan as the kiss deepens and they actually start to makeout intensely.

The sound of their moist lips moving against each other fills their ears as y/n starts to unbuckle the other's belt.

Sebastian moves his hands to the younger’s butt, feeling it over his jeans, while y/n stops his attempt to remove the other’s pants and tugs on his sweater instead.

On cue, the older man breaks their kiss and grabs the collar of his sweater, moving it over his head and exposing his defined but soft abs and plump pecs. y/n stops to admire the other’s body, moving his hand to feel his warm skin and squeeze at his chest.

Sebastian lets the younger feel him up for a moment before removing y/n’s shirt himself.

The two then connect their lips again and continue their makeout session, hands now roaming each other’s bodies.

y/n moves his hands back to the other’s pants, now free from the belt, and unzips it. Sebastian’s bulge hidden behind only the thin layer of his boxers fabric, strained from how hard his penis is under it.

Both men moaned when the younger one palms at the other’s member, feeling how big it is.

y/n breaks their kiss and says, panting, “let’s take off our clothes,” and gets off the bed to remove his pants and underwear.

Sebastian sits back and lifts his hips, removing his pants and boxers without leaving the bed.

y/n can’t help but marvel at the sight before him. Sebastian is naked, hot body on display, gorgeous face, clearly panting from their makeout session, and 7-inch uncut cock standing straight with its tip glistening from precum. y/n was uncontrollably horny.

The younger man sat on the other’s lap and kissed him fiercely, nibbling at his lower lip before moving to his neck and collarbone. Sebastian did nothing but pant while his hands went from y/n’s back to his ass, where he squeezed.

y/n kept moving down, kissing and licking at the other’s chest and nipples before moving to the big shaft waiting for him inches away.

Sebastian looked as the younger wrapped his fingers around his thick veiny cock and slowly stroked it.

y/n moved his hand up and down the shaft for a while before licking the tip, tasting the precum, and finally wrapping his lips around the head, where he sucked like it was the sweetest lollipop.

Sebastian moaned loudly at that, tilting his head back in pleasure. He felt the warmth and wetness of y/n’s mouth engulf his dick further down until he touched the back of the younger’s throat.

y/n started bobbing his head up and down slowly, taking in the taste and fullness of Sebastian’s manhood inside his mouth. With his right hand around the member’s base, y/n felt the other’s pubic hair tickle his fingers.

After a couple minutes sucking Sebastian’s cock, y/n moved his mouth away, a string of spit and precum connecting his lips to the tip while he started stroking the shaft again.

y/n looked at the older man’s dick closely, noticing every vein that traced it from base to tip, admiring the black set of hair at the base and observing as the extra skin slid up and down the head as his hands moved. The romanian man’s cock was truly a sight to be seen.

After a few seconds, y/n dove in again, wrapping his lips around Sebastian’s dick one more time and bobbing his head even faster as he felt the other put his hand on the back of his head.

y/n kept sucking for a few more minutes before deciding it was time to move on. The young man gave one last suck at Sebastian’s cock and sat back up, panting from the long blowjob.

Sebastian grabbed the condom from the bedside table and opened the package, quickly rolling it over his dick right after. “Do you have any lube?”

y/n was still catching his breath when he nodded and got up the bed to look for the lube in his bag.

Coming back with a bottle on his hand, y/n kneeled down on the mattress and poured a good amount of lube onto his palm. He slicked Sebastian’s cock up and stroked it a few times before using some more lube to lather his own hole.

As y/n was about to enter his finger in his hole, Sebastian brought his own hand up to the other’s ass, silently asking for permission to finger him instead. y/n then removed his hand and let Sebastian do it.

The romanian man rubbed his index and middle finger around y/n’s entrance to gather as much lube as he could from there before slowly entering one of the fingers in the other’s awaiting hole.

Sebastian pushed his index finger in y/n’s tight entrance, pushing back the resistance until he popped in. y/n moaned at the feeling of his friend’s finger inside him.

Slowly, Sebastian pushed his finger deeper, feeling y/n’s tight walls warm around him. He pumped in and out a few times before inserting his middle finger in, scissoring y/n’s hole to loosen it.

He kept fingering y/n for a few minutes, the younger man kneeling in front of him on the mattress and rocking his hips a little to feel more of the addicting friction of the other’s fingers.

Sebastian slowly removed his fingers from y/n’s hole and motioned him to lay back on the bed. y/n let his back hit the mattress below him and kept his legs spread apart as Sebastian positioned himself.

Kneeling in front of y/n, Sebastian took his lubed up cock and moved it until the other felt the tip of the condom tickle at his entrance. Carefully, the older man pushed the head in until it was being wrapped by y/n’s warm walls. The two moaned at the feeling.

Slowly, Sebastian pushed his cock further, letting y/n get used to the size in between movements.

Once fully inside, the two stayed still for a moment before Sebastian started to move his hips at a slow pace.

y/n started moaning at the feeling of the other’s girthy dick sliding in and out of his hole. Sebastian was no different, letting out moans as he sped up his motions.

Soon enough, the two were a moaning mess, and the sound of Sebastian’s balls hitting y/n’s ass filled the room, the skin-to-skin noise turning them on even more.

As they became frantic with pleasure, y/n roamed his hands on Sebastian’s sweaty chest and shoulders, taking in the erotic view before him as the other did the same with him.

“I’m gonna cum,” y/n said, feeling his climax nearing as he held onto the older man’s shoulders.

Sebastian sped up his pace as if it was even possible, turning the younger man below him into an even bigger moaning mess. “Cum for me,” he said with an extremely sexy low voice.

Second later, y/n was spurting cum all over his stomach and chest, moaning as his orgasm took over him. It had been ages since he had cum this hard.

As Sebastian slowed down his pace, y/n managed to speak up. “Cum on my face,” he puffed.

Those words made the other man even hornier. Sebastian took his dick out of y/n’s ass and quickly threw away the condom.

y/n sat up and Sebastian moved closer to his face, masturbating his cock frantically as the younger man opened his mouth, waiting.

The sound of Sebastian’s strokes was incredibly arousing, and the view of the man jerking off right above him made y/n’s dick grow hard again.

Seconds later, Sebastian was moaning as endless ropes of cum gushed out of his cock and onto y/n’s face and tongue. The man didn’t stop releasing his seed for many seconds before the other decided to wrap his lips around him again, drawing yet another moan from the man.

y/n sucked Sebastian’s cock clean before detaching his lips and laying back down.

Panting, the young man noticed as the other leaned down until they were face to face. Sebastian looked at y/n and started to sensually lick his own cum off the other’s face, stopping only when there was nothing left to lick.

y/n already had his lips parted when Sebastian kissed him, immediately inserting his tongue in the other’s mouth, sharing the taste of his cum with him as they made out.

They kept kissing for a few minutes before Sebastian stopped and laid beside y/n, leaving both men catching their breath after their unbelievably amazing sex.

“Fuck,” Sebastian spoke up. “That was…”

“Incredible,” y/n completed.

The two kept reaching for air for a moment before the romanian man spoke up again.

“We should do that more often.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” y/n said. “We’ll be stuck here together for a few months, we have plenty of time to do that.”

Both men chuckled at the thought.

The next few filming months would be a fun ride with these two friends fucking like rabbits in heat. What’s better than friends who help each other out?

#male reader #sebastian stan x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #sebastian stan x reader #avengers x male reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x male!reader #bucky barnes

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From The Start; A MM Leo x Reader

Summary: Ever since the blue turtle's eyes met yours while watching Ferris Buelers Day Off, he couldn't help but feel something that he had never felt before.

Important info!

H/l: hair length

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

F/n: Friend name

It was the first of July, and you were walking with your friend to watch a movie. Your (H/l), (H/c) hair swayed in the wind like an ocean wave, and your (E/c) eyes outshined the sunset. You were wearing a red and brown cardigan with wooden brown buttons, and an orange shirt underneath. You had light blue shorts that went down to your knees, and white sneakers. Your friend (F/n) was talking to you about the latest news, but you weren't paying attention to it. As you walked through the bustling crowds of people, you gazed upon the city. New York was beautiful, glowing with different shades of purples, blues, pinks, and teals. As you gazed back at your friend, they smiled and exclaimed "Look! We're at the theater!" As you walked in, you proudly thought, 'This is gonna be fun.' A few minutes later, you were at the scene where Ferris walks into the parade and starts dancing (I don't remember that much of the scene..), and you were bopping your shoulders along to the rhythm. Little did you know that 4 mutant turtles were behind you, watching the movie in secret. You heard some whispering , and turned your head to look at the people who had spoken. You looked around for them, and saw a green figure, about your height. You looked closely, and saw.. A turtle? He had a dark blue bandana with some holes for his eyes, and a light yellow plastron. As you looked into his beautiful light blue eyes, it had almost felt as if time had stopped. As you snapped back into reality, you felt a blush grow on your face. You looked back to the screen, quickly whipping your head forwards. You felt butterflies as you looked back at where he was, silently waving at him. He hesitated before waving back, not knowing how to respond. As he realized that him and his brothers were late, he whispered "I have to go. my dads probably freaking out.." You then whispered "okay. bye!" As he rushed off, you looked back at the screen, and realized that the movie had ended. You rushed out of the theater, shouting "F/n, wait for me!"

[Time skip]

Later that night, the turtle in blue stared at the ceiling, listening to music on his phone. He had headphones on, so all he could hear was the music. But he didn't mind, since everyone else was asleep at the time. He couldn't get the thought of what happened earlier out of his head. "From the start" by Laufey started to play as he started to fall asleep. But he didn't want to sleep now. He quietly hummed the lyrics and began to quietly sing the chorus. " when I talk to you oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart" He couldn't help but feel like there was butterflies in his stomach when he sung the lyrics. "and I sound like a loon but don't you feel it too confess I loved you from the start" Something unexpected was happening to him. He was in love, and he didn't know it yet.

[End of x reader]

#mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem leo #mm leo #Mutant Mayhem leo x reader #Y/n #Spotify

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wen-kexing-apologist · 7 months

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Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

For those who are not aware, I have decided to run the gauntlet of @bengiyo’s Queer Cinema Syllabus and have officially started Unit 3: Faith and Religion. The films in Unit 3 are: But I’m a Cheerleader (2000), Prayers for Bobby (2009), Latter Days (2003), Blackbird (2014), The Wise Kids (2011), Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party (2015)

Today I will be writing about

But I’m a Cheerleader (2000) dir. Jamie Babbit

[Run Time: 1:30 , Available: tubi, amazon, google play, apple play, Lang: English]

Summary: A cheerleading-obsessed teenager is sent to a strict summer camp when her parents suspect her of being a lesbian.

Cast: * Natasha Lyonne as Megan * Clea DuVall as Graham, Megan's love interest

Note: I watched the 2020 Director’s Cut

Hello, I have entered The Danger Zone. For the next two units I expect to be absolutely and utterly dashed upon the rocks as I start Unit 3: Faith and Religion, and eventually wash it down with Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley.

Ben is being nice by having the first film on the list be But I’m a Cheerleader, so at least we can ease our way in to the conversations around conversion therapy and religious trauma to the queer community with some dark humor and bright colors.

While I decided to embark on this syllabus project because my experience with queer media has been severely limited, there is at least one movie in Units 1-6 that I have seen before. For Unit 3, it is this one. I love this movie. I love this movie because for all that it is dark, for all the pain you see being carried by these queer teenagers, for all the harm that has and could be done to them throughout their time at True Directions, the film wastes absolutely no time highlighting the absolute absurdity of programs like this. What do you expect to happen when you put a bunch of horny, queer teenagers in a room together? But I’m a Cheerleader does a phenomenal job at maintaining the fact that queerness is inherent, it is not learned, it is not chosen.

And it does something else that I picked up on this watch through, that makes me appreciate it even more, which is that it kinda pokes fun at 12 step-programs.

I don’t know that I have really talked about this much on my tumblr, I know I have referenced it a couple times in like…comments and conversations with some of my mutuals on tumblr about my opinions on Alcoholics Anonymous. Before I dig in to it, I will preface that AA and NA works for who it works for, and that’s cool, but I have strong negative opinions on these 12-step programs as a harm reductionist because they hold abstinence as the ultimate goal of substance use recovery, they are super religious, and they generally espouse anti-harm reduction ideologies. So seeing True Directions have a five step program, where the first step is literally admitting you have a problem are a homosexual, and to see these steps be a) absolutely absurd, b) random, and c) ineffective made me so happy.

[OKAY WAIT REST OF POST ON PAUSE BRIEFLY SO THAT I CAN SHOUT ABOUT THE DIRECTOR OF THIS FILM AND THE FACT THAT AS I WAS RESEARCHING FOR THE FOR/BY/ABOUT SECTION, THE DIRECTOR, JAMIE BABBIT’S MOTHER RAN A TREATMENT PROGRAM FOR TEENAGERS WITH DRUG AND ALCOHOL PROBLEMS THAT WAS NAMED NEW DIRECTIONS, AND THAT IS WHAT TRUE DIRECTIONS WAS BASED ON. HAHAHA! That is the most succinct confirmation of my read on a piece of media I have ever had]

For real, this program did not work on a single one of the residents by the end of the film, and that is absolutely what needs to happen.

I love that the kids sneak out to go to a gay bar, I love that when the kids fail the conversion therapy program they get taken in by survivors of True Directions and find safety in a queer-positive house, especially because (as we see with Megan) if the kids fail the program they do risk homelessness. Which is a very real and present threat to queer kids today, both conversion therapy and possible homelessness.

I like that Megan’s parents picked up on the fact she was queer before Megan herself did (shout out to vegetarianism, I literally wrote ‘vegetarian’ in my notes as an observed potential indicator lol) and find it is absolutely an intentional point that Megan would very possibly not have realized she was queer if her parents hadn’t sent her to conversion therapy, because it was not until a fellow queer was like “not all girls think about what you are thinking about when you look at girls”

And it always hurts my heart a little when I hear people say their parents make comments sometimes that are like “well, everyone thinks about kissing a girl sometimes” etc etc and are still existing under the belief that they are straight. Megan seemed completely oblivious to her own queerness until other people pointed it out, and her parents might have had the intended outcome of a “straight” child if they had just kept their mouths shut and minded their own goddamn business.

Not that we want Megan to be straight, but more just that the film itself feels like it does make a point of calling out the fact that putting your queer kid in a room with other queer kids is going to help them understand themselves better. It’s why cishets are so terrified of trans people, because the more visible trans and/or queer people are, the more people are able to question their own identities, and the more the white supremacist society we have built in the United States starts to become undermined by the degradation of a pillar of patriarchal heteronormativity, etc etc.

I love that on the boy’s side of True Directions all the little decorations of like…shop tools and soldiers look sexual. The soliders look like they are either getting fucked in the ass, or about to perform oral sex. The tools look like dicks, it’s very much indicative of the fact that even the adults who say they have been “cured” really have not been, because they are still creating scenery and teaching these boys how to be straight while subconsciously producing images of queerness.

I love that But I’m a Cheerleader is also able to challenge our own perceptions of queerness and heterosexuality. I love that it is Jan, who looks the most butch/masc of all the girls who is revealed to be heterosexual, and I think it is vitally important to see this not only as commentary around judging people based on appearance, but also can be used as a discussion point about the masculinization of women of color, and in addition the fact that all the girls are turned on watching Jan vacuum the floor, demonstrating that masculine women can be seen as hot/sexy.

Anyway, I love this movie a lot, I think the messaging is great, I think it can read a little more serious for a queer audience than a straight audience around the actual extent of the damage done to these characters during their time at True Directions, but I think there are all of these little things that make the funny moments funnier if you are queer.

For/By/About

For sure by and about queer people. Both the director, Jamie Babbit, and the screenwriter, Brian Wayne Peterson are queer. I will admit that for a bit during the film I struggled to decide whether or not this film was made for queer people, because in some regards I thought that perhaps the purpose of But I’m A Cheerleader was to show straight people how fucking stupid conversion therapy is. But, I have actually landed on The Gay Trifecta for this one.

Jamie Babbit stated that part of her inspiration for making this film was because she wanted more representation for fem lesbians in media, and that she decided to make it a romcom because of how media has historically treated lesbians (if you have read some of my other posts, we know I have talked about that history multiple times).

Favorite Moment

SEX SCENE! So, I am pretty certain that I watched But I’m A Cheerleader for the first time before 2020, and therefore I did not have access to the director’s cut. But, in 2020 Babbit released her own cut of the movie, which is 5 minutes longer and I think the only difference between the two films is the addition of a sex scene that had been cut out of the initial film. It is not a hardcore scene by any means, but it is absolutely gorgeous, and it has some very clever and important shots contained within it, the most memorable for me being the shot of the cross necklace Megan always wears as she is actively having sex with Graham.

Favorite Quote

“You are who you are, the only trick is not getting caught”

God is that just like a bullseye statement for queer people, especially the ones who have to stay closeted. Such a quick line, such an active acknowledgement of threat, because everyone that ended up at True Horizons either got caught or couldn’t hide.

Score

10/10

Next up, Prayers for Bobby, and uh, I have it on good authority that it may leave me looking like Graham in that gif directly above this sentence.

#queer cinema syllabus #bengiyo queer cinema syllabus #unit 3 #but i'm a cheerleader #natasha lyonne #clea duvall

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the-sky-the-stars-the-sea · 5 months

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So I’m again on my Once Upon A Time rewatch and I just finished watching season 4, and y’all, this season is sooooo chaotic. And so freaking funny.

Like:

Introducing Frozen but no one in Storybrooke knows anything about Frozen

Elsa almosts kills Emma in the ice castle and instantly feels bad about it

RUMPLE AND BELLE HAVE A BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MOMENT AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL

trying to find the author of a magical storybook

“I knew there was a good reason why you kept me locked in there for all those years, waiting for the time you needed me most.”

Regina puts Sydney back in the mirror

Anna meets Charming who has long hair

“I’m not bossy, I’m the queen.”

Basically any time Kristoff and Elsa are on screen together

The Snow Queen and Elsa coexisting AND ARE RELATED

Sooo many moments that are references to the original Frozen movie scattered throughout the Arendelle plot making it feel like one big inside joke that we are let it on

“You’re the mayor now.” “I am?”

“STOP SAYING LETTERS”

The stunned silence at Mary Margaret finally losing it

“Can I have ice cream, Mommy? REGINA let me get ice cream.”

Will Scarlet. Just. Will Scarlet.

“You seem like a decent sheriff. I trust you’re not the sort to shoot a man in the back.” “What…?” *starts running*

“TWO sheriffs?? That’s just bloody unfair.”

Belle frantically calling Emma because a drunk man passed out in her library and she has absolutely no context and is definitely freaked out by it

“I may be a thief, but I’m not a liar. Let me show you.” *immediately starts trying to break in* *fails to break in* *EMMA BREAKS IN INSTEAD* “Neal taught me a few things.”

ANNA BESTS RUMPLESTILTSKIN WHEN SO MANY OTHERS FAILED

The character arc of Hook’s left hand

Emma finding her parents waiting eagerly for her to return home + Mary Margaret who wants to hear EVERYTHING about Emma’s first date vs David who thinks that some details are okay to be left out

Mary Margaret finding Will Scarlet and thinking that David set it all up and Will being So Confused

“I’m the sheriff’s wife.” “You’re married to the blonde?” “No that’s my daughter. I’m married to the other one.” “What now?”

“So…the sheriff’s wife can pardon me?” “I’m also the mayor-” “He did it.”

“I’m an idiot.” “Finally, something we can agree on.”

“Regina, I was hoping we could talk.” “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m about to storm an evil ice cream truck.”

“It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with you and Captain Guyliner making eyes at each other.” “We don’t make eyes.” “Ready love? 😃”

“Have I ever told you the story of how I met Marian?” “Only about 3 dozen times.” *starts recounting the story* “3 dozen and one.” *tell the story together*

“My whole life I have stuck to my code of honor.” “So why are you here…?” “Today is not one of those days.”

Mary Margaret telling Regina to button her shirt before she goes to check on Henry

“Wow you royals REALLY go through exhausting lengths to ignore your issues.”

Frozen Hans in the closet

“I think it’ll be easier to break into the library now since I’m not drunk and taking punches!” *Robin opens door with ease* *points to sign* “Open till ten.” “Well that’s generous.”

“Guess what! You’re my oldest friend!” *rips Hook’s heart out*

“Now it’s Elsa trying to find her sister that’s screwing us all!!” “…Coming from you that’s terrifying.”

“Kristoff!” “David!” “You cut your hair!” “So did you!”

Ingrid convincing Emma to stay in the foster home instead of running away by encouraging her to terrorize a kid with rubber spiders

THE SPELL OF SHATTERED SIGHT

…The spell of Shattered Sight, and all Snow and Charming do is roast each other

“I AM NOT HAPPY!! 😡😡😡”

“Sealed in My Own Vault?! UGH!!” *looks at outfit* “what the hell am I wearing??” -> the evil queen is back!!

“Emma, you’re prickly, but I don’t hate you.” “…I’m prickly??”

I’m sorry but Regina just has THE most comical face when she realizes Emma is coming, and any time she’s acting like the evil queen in this episode, all of it is just over the top and such a caricature and comical and I can’t take it

Poor Anna trying to make everyone feel love

*sing song-ish voice* “Snow White is a murderer. I killed the evil queen’s mother. And I said I was sorry when I wasn’t.” …Snow??? What???

“YOU said you could keep a secret!!” “I! Was!! TEN!!!!!!!”

Basically all of Snow’s and Regina’s sword fight

Plus David watching uselessly (except for when he teams up with Snow briefly to disarm Regina)

Henry making Hook trip on marbles when he enters the mayor’s office

Will wants another go at Hook, charges, misses, Hook knocks him into the wall, Will crumbles

Anna: *hits Kristoff over the head* *reads note* “*gasp* Kristoff! Do you have any idea what this is?! *pause* Oh, right, I knocked you out. *moves closer* wake up! We have to take this to Elsa. *kisses him* I love you! You’re amazing! …You’re unconscious. *gets up* I’ll be right back, okay? Stay there! I mean I know you’ll stay here but I’ll be back anyway!!”

Ingrid sacrificing herself and the music going on in the background at that point OH MY GOSH

WHEN THE SPELL IS UNDONE THEY LAUGH AND THEY HUG AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

*very confused* “…what am I wearing?”

Regina, David, and Mary Margaret laughing, like,, authentically laughing, like so much that it almost looks to me like they’re Lana and Josh and Ginnifer just having fun, and they’re all falling over laughing too, and it’s almost a blooper reel

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you.” “With a cross bow! You tried to kill me with a crossbow!”

“The door to Arendelle must be around here. It’s just a matter of finding it.” *magic broomstick finds it instantly* *silence* “…there it is.”

Maleficent, Ursula, and Cruella DeVil’s first entrance like wowie that is cool and ahhhh they look so good

BELLE STANDING UP FOR HERSELF AND COMMANDING RUMPLESTILTSKIN TO GET OUT OF STORYBROOKE LIKE YEAH THAT WAS PAINFUL BUT HOOO ALSO WELL DESERVED AND IT WAS DEFINITELY BOUND TO HAPPEN AT SOME POINT

They just. Released Chernabog. From the hat. Freaking Chernabog was just. In the hat.

Regina and Emma’s phone call with Ursula and Cruella

*Chernabog turns to Maleficent* “I knew it.”

“I hope you choke on my bones.” THAT IS SUCH A RAW LINE WHAT THE HECK ASFJJJGJDS

“The Chernabog was looking for the heart with the greatest potential for darkness…but it was not looking for Regina. It was after Emma Swan.” AHHHH CHILLSSSSSS

“If you say a word about this to anyone, especially Emma, you won’t have to worry about Regina. I’ll rip out your hearts myself.” …SNOW??? WHAT??? DUDE??? HUH???

Snow finding out she and Maleficent will both be mothers and she’s straight up like “nah, I don’t wanna work with you. I won’t darken myself by associating with you.” And Maleficient is like “you…wouldn’t want to make a better world for our children…just because you don’t like me??”

Regina crushing the glass after taking the shot as if it was a heart, like. What. Regina how did that prove you are villain it just proves you have a strong grip (you’re lucky you were wearing gloves or else your hand would be pretty messed up)

“First one to save us loses.”

Basically Regina is trying to join a gang

“I said we needed to meet covertly! You brought the whole Charming Softball Team and their pirate mascot??”

*Regina without warning possesses Mary Margaret to communicate where she is and what she’s doing*

Robin Hood stealing a horse in New York

Actually right before that as the camera is panning into the scene you can hear someone shout “I’m walkin’ here! I’M WALKIN’ ‘ERE!”

…I don’t even wanna get into the Zelena is Marian plot because that’s a really icky part of the plot

Ariel: *sees Hook* *immediately slaps him*

The Apprentice putting Isaac in the book without warning

Pinocchio being turned back into August

August being wood and then being a person again but then his nose grows

“We have a lot of questions.” “I bet you do.” *brings down curtain ONTO A WOUNDED MAN and runs away*

It looks like Cruella is going to get a heartbreaking traumatic backstory to show why she is how she is…but really she’s just a bad person

Emma and Regina go on a road trip

The wolf making them crash, giving everyone watching déjà vu to season one (including Emma)

“You know me from the diner, right? Smile and hold my hand and walk around the block for a little bit and you get free burgers for a week.”

*teen Emma is depressed on the bench waiting for a bus* Lily: “heyyyyy 😁😁”

The Apprentice thinking it’s just Okay to sit next to a teen girl and address her by a name she didn’t tell you. Like. My guy. I know YOU mean no harm but you REALLY gotta think about what it looks like to HER

Lily’s conspiracy board

Lily steals Emma’s bug -> Emma grabs a wrench, smashes a car window, and steals a car

Regina looking freaked out when Emma starts talking like she herself would

Regina holding on for dear life when Emma is angrily chasing Lily

*spreads arms out* “go on. Kill me. Put me out of my misery. Put an end to this.”

“There have been many authors, from the first cave painter […] to a man named Walt.” *1966* “Our last author…he passed away recently.”

Rumplestiltskin almost dying (again) (you know, just his seasonal near death experience even though he’s immortal)

Seeing Isaac write “Once upon a time…”

THE LAST TWO EPISODES OH MY GOSH I COULD WRITE A WHOLE POST JUST ABOUT THE CHAOS OF EPISODES 4x22 AND 4x23

Henry standing up to Isaac

Rumplestiltskin the light one.

RUMPLESTILTSKIN THE LIGHT ONE.

“This does not come with a price!” THAT FREAKING BROKE ME

EVIL SNOW

Charming saying “I will always find you” but it sounds Wrong

The dwarves do in fact whistle…but it is Unsettling

Regina is the outlaw with a bow and arrow instead of Snow White…and she’s aiming at Henry

“My name is Henry. I’m your son.”

Regina and Robin’s meet cute that is just like the first time they met and AHHHHH I LOVE IT

Zelena is Robin’s … fiancée

Episode 22 ending with Emma locked in the tower

HOOK BEING A TIMID LITTLE MAN

Henry breaking into the castle using a Star Wars reference

“Why isn’t it rum?” “Rum? I’m allergic to that stuff.” “Of course you are.”

Hook is jealous of himself AGAIN

“Now you’re down to six. Would you like to make it five?”

Regina and Emma meeting again

“What does your heart say? I know what my heart says. But what if his doesn’t say the same thing?” “Isn’t that a risk you’re willing to take?”

Emma confronting her parents with such a brilliant speech and amazing expression…but if you watch in the background you see Hook holding the sword above his head, pointy end going being him, gritting his teeth, bouncing forward and backward, trying to look brave but actually just looks like a scared doofus (in the most endearing way)

Hook sacrifices himself for Emma

They all go to crash a wedding

REGINA SACRIFICES HERSELF FOR HENRY EVEN WITHOUT FULLY KNOWING WHAT HE MEANS TO HER

Henry becoming the author

Hook scaring Emma because he’s not where they left him

Henry breaks the Author’s pen

Rumplestiltskin isn’t doing so hot

Belle storms into the shop yelling at Rumple but is immediately concerned when he falls to the ground

The Darkness overtaking the Apprentice

Regina is about to be taken by the darkness

Emma becomes the Dark One.

I’m pretty sure I’m missing a few things too.

Anyways, like said, this season is chaotic as HECK.

#once upon a time #ouat #ouat s4 #i love this show

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS-SEASON 3, EPISODE 1: LAZY HAZY CRAZY DAYS (PART 3)

We now return to your regulary scheduled Paris Geller Nuclear Anxiety Attack, already in progress. Parts 1&2 and all other episodes can be found in my pinned post.

"Just to end up on a date with a guy without a Zagat and we end up in a restaurant that's just a front for a cocaine ring?" But enough about Luke's Diner. I KID I KID!! It was too easy. All the money laundering is going on next door at Doose's. Paris thought Luke's was a front for prostitution, though.

Paris asks the girl who is dating Dean Forrester how a person knows they're compatible with someone else, which is funny because nobody has figured out why Dean and Rory are still together. Here's a full list of the things Rory considers when it comes to compatiblity: 1.Someone who reads the same books, watches the same movies, and likes the same music 2.But someone who is not boring 3.You respect each other's opinions 4.You laugh at the same jokes 5. Someone who is not boring again Girly is definitely not talking about Dean Forrester. Dean can't read, doesn't listen to music, and in order for him to agree to watch a movie Rory wants to see, it involves 14 rounds of negotiations, he has never respected her opinions, he has never laughed at her jokes or made her laugh plus Rory's got that dreamy Thinking About Jess Mariano look in her eyes. Actually, let's face it, she's thinking about how much she loves Jess and how much she loves Paris simulatenously. The Throuple of all our dreams.

Oh, the way Paris looks at Rory, while Rory tenderly brushes her hair. Jamie who?

But she's already there. She's already there. AmyShermanPalladino has never met a "Get in the closet" joke she didn't like, but the timing of this one was just, ugh, impeccable. (Of course, there's another famous Closet Shoving coming up later in this season). Even though Jamey WhiteBread has known Rory for weeks, Paris worries that in the right light, Rory's breathtaking good looks will knock Nyquil off his feet and make him forget Paris exists. Okay, sure.

STOP I NEED AIR.

Go away, you bozo! Take your fucking Zagat guide and your dorky restaurant reservation and scram! Meawhile, Rory has retreated so deep in the closet that no light can penetrate it. She continues to pen her totally non sexual, non aching Letters to Jess.

Meanwhile back in The Heterosexual Hollow, Sookie and Lorelai continue to let the gay jokes fly and discuss a hetereosexual wedding that did not come to fruition. Richard and Emily have been away for the entire summer in Martha's Vineyard and they don't know that Lor and Crusty went kaput.

If this took place in 2023, Sookie would love Tinder.

Welcome to BizzaroLand Airport, which is probably a leftover set that once stood in for a doctor's waiting room. The tiniest and cleanest airport with minimal security a year after 9/11.

LOL, Lorelai's gonna catch a felony. You love to see it. Lock her up.

I need a moment to pay my respect for phone booths whenever I see them.

I need a moment to pay my respects for any rare moment of self awareness from Lorelai Gilmore whenever I see one. Now get your daughter into some fucking therapy.

Peaches and Herb are the 70's duo behind the sensual song "Reunited". (look it up; you've likely heard it before). So, let me get this straight: your kid's been gone for the entire summer and the first thing you think about upon her return is "Gee, I bet Rory's been just aching to give Dean Forrester a mediocre handy on my living room couch all summer, let me just roll out the welcome mat, give her my full blessing, arrange her schedule for her and even suggest a sensual musical selection." Between this and Rory persistently asking her mother about naked Luke in this episode (twice), we need to establish some hard parent-child boundaries here,okay? If Jess even deigns to hope for a little tug from Rory, Lorelai tries to decaptiate him. Luckily for him, he has now known the pleasures of Shane Shane the Handy Queen, She Has Jess, Rory Has Dean. Handjob jokes are really funny to me, because inside of me beats the heart of a 12 year old boy, or the heart of Beavis and or Butthead. Expect a lot of them going forward now that Handy Shane has entered the picture. Where is that goverment agent that almost arrested Lorelai, and his dog that's trained to attack on command, when you need him? Obviously, Lorelai had been lying to Emily about the date of Rory's arrival in order to spring Rory from FND so that's good, much better use of her time that trying to pimp Rory out to Dean and agitating agents of the United States Goverment a year after 9/11. (this episode aired on September 24th, 2002). Lor: I lied to my parents, which proves my deep love for you, I just wanted you to have one night of happiness. Only in Lorelai Gilmore's world would spending an evening with Dean Forrester be classified as a "night of happiness." Even the night of Dean's birth wasn't a night of happiness for Dean's parents. When Dean was born his mom tried to shove him back in. I really hate Dean. Anyway. Back at home Rory and Lorelai are discussing Crusty business. Both ladies are on a Crusty Freeze, as it appears they've been ignorning his calls and messages. So Lorelai has been freezing out Luke AND Crusty the whole summer. Their lives are probably a lot more peaceful now. Lorelai is anxious that she will have to break the news of Crusty's absence to the parents later and Rory offers to come along and distract them. Instead, Lorelai declines her services. Lorelai Gilmore, Go More than 15 Seconds Without Talking About Dean Challenge. And...GO!

Challenge failed, you lose, do not pass go, do not collect $200, no consolation prize, thanks for playing, please shut up. We learn that Lorelai has managed to avoid eating at Luke's all summer by taking shortcuts through bushes and eating at Al's Pancake World instead. Will it ever occur to her there are other restaurants just outside The Hetereosexual Hollow she could patronize? LIke an IHOP or something?

The gilly girls stop by S&J's and find them fighting amongst an antique explosion. LOL. This is pretty funny. Later they'll have lots of newlywed makeup sex with the giant bear watching over them. Then we're FINALLY off to the festival. See you for part 4.

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #gilmore girls season 3 #lazy hazy crazy days #denise rewatches gilmore girls #Lorelai Glimore please shut the hell up #anti dean forester #DALA #Paris Geller #Parimore #Paris Loves Rory #Rory Loves Paris #And Rory Loves Jess #And Jess Loves Shane's Handies #closet jokes

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Part 8 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~3.2K

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TW: Abusive Relationship

Liz POV

"I never knew the Olsen twins had a sister."

Her words stun me making my body shut down. I comb over her face, and the look in her eyes hit me like a truck, and I slowly realize why she is here. She's hurt, found out the truth, and what's to know why. Y/N is looking right back at me. She says something to me, but it's muffled.

A "What?" Escapes my lips.

"I'd like to come in, Elizabeth," Y/N says, annoyed. Wait, Elizabeth? No, no, Y/N to you, I'm Liz. Your Liz! My mind is shouting for my mouth to move and say these things, but instead, I shuffle my body out of her way, allowing her to enter. I close and lock the door, my eyes never leaving her. I watch as she looks around, noticing new things she didn't see before. I watch as her head tilts. She spots Robbie's coat. She then turns her head to my closed bedroom door. Fuck. She knows.

She doesn't say anything but quickly moves her head and body around the apartment. I position myself in the area between the kitchen and living room. With her back turned to me, I go to speak, but she unknowingly cuts me off.

"I made it home safe, by the way. Mr. Bronson is great." The Y/N speaking isn't the same one as before. It's like every sentence is being spat at me. "Yeah, I'v-"

"Max was still there, so we decided to watch the first Captain America movie. Pretty good. I was pleasantly surprised." Y/N finally turns her head towards me. I'm caught off-guard, so I give a weak smile. Y/N doesn't react, instead turning her head away from me once more.

"We were going to move on to the next movie of the night, but Max wanted to know all about how last night and earlier today was with Liz," Her voice goes stern on my name. "I told her everything. And being like the good friend she is, she wanted to know more about you, like stalk your Instagram and stuff. So she asked for your name, and I told her your name. Elizabeth Chase." She adds in a few more 's' to draw it out.

Y/N finally turns all the way around to face me. "That's the name I told her because that's the name I was given." I know she doesn't know who Wanda Maximoff is, but she's embodying her right now. Or I guess me? Y/N stares at me as if she's waiting for me to speak, but I can't. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Y/N sees me struggle. "Since you're not on Instagram anymore, your lovely fans have taken it upon themselves to provide fan accounts which Max found. And then it all clicked for Max, and she said, "That's why she looked and sounded so familiar at the coffee shop!"

"Well,could you believe I had no idea what Max was talking about, so she showed me the article about us leaving the restaurant. I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about. The one that was causing your phone to blow up, if I had to guess."

"Y/N." I finally managed to toss it out. She's ignoring me, so I try again. "Y/N-"

"The one your "co-worker" Robbie kept messaging you about." She picks up his coat by the collar balling it in her hand. "Y/N, please." I look over Robbie's coat in her hand. My eyes scan up the sleeves. That's when I see red near the hem of the armpit—dried blood.

"Y/N, stop!" I yell, scaring myself. Y/N, taken aback, throws the coat on the couch before stepping further away from me. We catch a glimpse of each other, tears. Hurt. Y/N raises her finger at me. "You don't get to do that." She sounds like she is choking on her tears. "You don't get to yell at me like that."

She's right. Even though I didn't mean to. I have zero right to be acting this way to her. I take a step forward. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Y/N swallows and looks at me, thinking. "What else didn't you mean to do... Huh? Me?"

I shake my head at Y/N. "You know that's not true, Y/N." Y/N bites back. "Do I? Do I Elizabeth?" Okay, I deserve that. I take a couple more steps toward her. Surprisingly, she doesn't take another step back. "Y/N." I gently reach out to her. She reaches her hands out, gabbing my hands, stopping my movement. She rubs the back of my knuckles, making my stomach do flips. Y/N's soft hands let go leaving me disappointed.

"Were you planning on telling me who you actually are or?" I slowly nod my head. "I was." I think back to me putting on Martha Marcy May Marlene earlier this evening. Y/N looks into my eyes before shifting them around the room. "What is it, Y/N?" I want her to ask all the questions she has, no matter how much it'll kill me inside.

"How long?" Her question confuses me. "How long what Y/N?"

"How long have you been cheating on Robbie?" I feel the sweat of guilt wash over me. That's a sentence that I never thought would be spoken about me. About me! I can feel my heartbeat quicken. Y/N carefully watches how I react. "I nev- I never- umm."

Her eyes go wide as she mutters, "Oh, no." A wave of disappointment comes crashing onto her. I watch her face get paler. "It was me. You cheated on him wi-." Y/N takes a step back, covering her mouth. "With me... Oh my God."

The room goes quiet after the realization between us.

"No, no, shit.." Y/N breaths in preparing herself. After another beat of silence, Y/N finally looks to me. "Wh- What am I to you?" I watch her face begin to break. "Because after this morning, I sure as hell thought I was just more than someone you could fuck behind your fiancé's back!" She removes herself from in front of me. "That's not fair, Y/N." I turn to her.

"Fair! You wanna talk fair Olsen? Fair is being yourself. Fair is being honest. Fair is- fair-" Y/N starts crying and doesn't stop. Y/N drops down to the floor, pushing her knees into her chest just like the day I saw her at the park. I want nothing more than to run to her as she did for me. However, I know that will only end poorly.

I quietly make my way to her, knowing she'll feel my footsteps. Watching her break and hearing her muffled cries hurt. Looking over Y/N, I see red marks along her knees. I swallow down and crouch in front of her. "Y/N?" I scoot myself closer. "Y/N, is it okay if I put my arm around you?" Y/N shakes her head no, and on the inside, it destroys me. But I respect her. So instead, I sit near her patting the floor to let her know where I am.

After a couple of minutes that feel like an hour, Y/N lifts her head, wiping her tears away. She faces me. Her eyes captivate me. God, I want nothing more than to hold her face. I want to kiss her forehead and tell her to trust me. I want to squeeze her and tell her all the most beautiful things.

Y/N POV

Looking Liz in the eyes is something that comes so easy, but I have to stop doing it. Whenever I look into those magical eyes, I want nothing more than to be held by her. I want to see her smile and feel her lips on my face. I want to trust her.

I move my head down, opening my mouth to speak before stopping. I hear Liz breathing. I know she wants to help. So I try again. "W-Why?"

I hear Liz's lips part and gently whisper, "Why, what?"

Fuck, I know what I have to say, but I know when I do, I'm going to be transported back to a place I don't want to go. I tightly shut my eyes, hoping I'm still here when I open them. "Why, what, YN?" Liz asks again. I think she knows, but she wants me to say it. "Why did you cheat?"

I shoot my eyes open to Liz, except that's not who is sitting next to me anymore it's Naomi. And I'm not at Liz's anymore. I'm in Naomi's apartment, my old place.

"We're not seriously having this conversation again, are we?" Naomi gets up from the couch, frustrated. It's the third time I've tried asking her about it this week, but it seems like there is a different excuse every time. Plus, she doesn't care anymore anyways.

I found out almost a month ago, and after the first few days, she did nothing but apologize and tried to tell me that she was not that kind of person. But then she didn't stop seeing the other person. She kept staying out later and later and lying to me. I kept giving her my trust, but at a certain point, she just turned into a different person. Or maybe she was pretending to be someone else all along?

"We're having the conversation because you're not you, Naomi. It's like the person I knew for the last three years doesn't exist anymore."

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to apologize again? Well, here I'm sorry, Y/N. Better?"

Naomi starts walking into our bedroom. Well, what it used to be. Now it's her room after kicking me into the guest bedroom. I get up to stop her. "Naomi, come on!" I reach my hand out to her knowing it might be a wrong move.

It was. The second my hand reaches her wrist, she turns around, grabbing my arm and shoving me into the wall. The impact of the wall left my side bruised for weeks. The surprise hit allows Naomi time to put her foot on mine, causing me to fall backward. She positions herself above my fragile body. "Don't touch me again!" Her words are like daggers.

"Naomi, please," I whimper out. The look on Naomi is nothing but hatred. I don't know if it's for herself or me. "Just tell me..."

"You just don't get it, Y/N. I'm tired. I got tired of coming home every single day and pretending to love you."

"That's it? Yo-You weren't sacred of our future or- or anything else? You just got tired!?"

"No matter what I say, you don't believe me. Just fucking accept it." Naomi turns away from me and walks into her room, locking the door. I laid on that floor a lot over the last month. Each time it was for something new. It was either Naomi throwing her favorite mug at me. Or being shoved into a wall, But most of the time, it was me being sorry for myself, crying late into the night.

I'm back in the blink of an eye, asking Liz the question. "Why did you cheat?" Liz puckers her mouth in thought. "Are you going to believe me?" Liz softly asks. It's like my brain forgot how to say yes. I want to! But Naomi is inside of my mind. I opened my mouth, not knowing what would come out, but before I could say anything, the bedroom door opens.

Liz POV

"Are you going to believe me?" I want to hear Y/N say yes so fucking bad, but I know this isn't easy. I betrayed her trust. But I didn't mean to, right? I was going to tell her who I am eventually. I watch Y/N open her mouth, but the bedroom door opens before she can get anything out.

I turn to see Robbie come out of the bedroom, and thank goodness he's wearing a shirt, a long-sleeve at that. The second Robbie spots Y/N and I on the floor, he becomes very concerned. "Lizzie, are you alri- Oh, I'm sorry. Is everything okay!?" I mouth Y/N's name at Robbie, but he doesn't see it.

Y/N POV

I knew he was fucking here! I watch the man in front of me walk towards Liz, and he's speaking to us, but I can't hear a thing. I slowly move my head towards Liz. "Shit, I shouldn't be here!" I get up to leave. "Y/N?" Robbie says to himself. "Y/N, wait!" Liz says, reaching out to me. Her hand brushes against mine but misses grabbing me. Oh God, the slightest touch sends lightning through my body.

"No!" I shout, getting closer and closer to the door. I hear Liz get up and come towards me. Thankfully I reach the door before she gets to me. I go to open it, but Liz doesn't stop me. Robbie does. "Y/N, please, wait." I turn myself towards his voice. I look to Liz right behind me, tears in her eyes. Standing where we left him, Robbie.

"Do you mind me asking what you're doing here?" I get angry not at the question but the tone. Robbie asked it in like he's trying to help me. Why the fuck would he want to do that? "I came over the second I discovered who Elizabeth is." Robbie looks at me and then at Liz, confused.

"Who Elizabeth is?" I nod at his question. "She told me her name was Elizabeth Chase, that she was a model, and even though she never said it, I assumed she was single. Stupidly." Liz takes her eyes away from me for the first time since Robbie spoke up. She knows how I'm feeling right now, and the guilt of it all is eating away at her. I can tell by how she can't stop fiddling with her hands. A part of me wants to reach out and comfort her, but I won't.

Robbie's face gets a bit disappointed. But he puts on a brave face. "Lizzie told me about you. Well, not everything, and only after I surprised her here because I saw all the pictures and everything else." Liz turns herself to Robbie. "Robbie." Liz says in a 'stop this' kind of way. I look to Liz's back and then to Robbie.

A weird feeling begins to grow in my stomach, and I don't like where this conversation is headed. "Robbie, have you ever laid your hands on Elizabeth?" Liz and Robbie look at me, shocked. "Y/N!" Liz looks at me with her mouth dropped. That gives me my answer, but I need to hear it. I glare at Robbie. "No. God no, I would never do such a thing." I nod. That's good. That's great!

"Y/N-" "Robbie, why are you here?" I ask, stopping Liz. Robbie takes a second to gather his words. "Well, I waited in London after Liz left me. But a couple of days later, I saw the articles, and I needed to know what was happening between us and with you." Robbie sighs as Liz keeps darting her green orbs between the two of us. Y/N listen-"

"Do you still love her?"

Liz POV

Robbie seems shocked by the question but still answers. "I do." Robbie looks at me. "I do." I feel a small smile forming on my face, but I quickly dismiss it, knowing Y/N is watching us. I know he loves me, and I love him. After our conversation earlier, Robbie and I came to an understanding. We will always be friends and have this connection, but the real love is gone.

"Liz?" I quickly shoot my head towards my Coffee Girl. She called me Liz again! "Yes?" "Do you still love Robbie?" Y/N eyes, like all night, are filling up with water again. I can't lie to her right now. "Y/N, I-"

"Yes or no, Liz."

I take a breath and make sure she is looking at me. I soften my eyes and try to express to her my true meaning behind this.

"Yes."

At that moment, you could hear a pin drop in San Francisco. Y/N swallows and looks at both of us before shifting herself towards Robbie. "Robbie, I truly didn't know Liz was with someone when I met her. I'm sorry for any pain I may have helped cause. You deserve better and more." Y/N points her eyes for a split second when she says, 'better.' While she is in no way wrong, it stings. "You seem like a good person, and I wish you the best."

I watch Robbie process what Y/N has said. "Thank you, Y/N." She nods, turning her attention to me.

"Liz." She stops, trying to find the right words to say. "I want to say that I don't regret the words I've said and the feelings I felt, but that would be a lie because I said them to someone else. I said them to Elizabeth Chase, not Olsen. To the person that is standing in front of me. You are breathtaking, your eyes capture me, and you could be more than what you are right now. There are things I feel like I should say, but I won't. I need you to figure out what you want and need first."

Y/N takes a deep breath in. I can hear the tears in her throat. "Until that moment, I don't want to hear from you."

I find myself terrified at what she is saying. "Y/N no-"

"No text, calls, emails, sexting, nothing. If you decide to stay together, that's great, but don't contact me. I will not be that person that splits people up. I will not contribute to someone else's mistakes and guilt. Liz, you're not her, but I will not be here for someone who reminds me of her. I'm sorry to both of you."

Y/N gives me one last smile. Her first one of the night. "Liz I-." She shakes her head and opens the door. Before she can step out, I run up to her and hug her from behind. I feel the back of her head on my face. I can feel her hair getting wet from the tear streaming down my face. "Y/N, please don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Please don't."

Y/N doesn't respond, but I hear her cries. She grips my hands and peels them off of her waist. "Y/N, please," I beg as she breaks free, walking away from me. I go to run after her, but Robbie comes and grabs me. "Lizzie, stop! Lizzie, you can't." He wraps his arm around my waist. "Y/N!" I shout just as she steps onto the elevator, her eyes looking up to mine.

And then she's gone.

Pt. 9

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