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holylulusworld · 1 month

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Shy Guy (5) - Present

Summary: You grew up together. Bucky is the one. He’s just too shy to make a move.

Pairing: Shy!Bucky Barnes x Fratgirl!Reader

Sidepairing (friendship): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: teasing, banter, friendship, fluff, making out, cocky reader, virgin Bucky, shy Bucky, mentions of Steve's sex life

Inspired by this ask: Shy guy ask and@dawn-petrichor-world made me do it…

Shy guy (4) - Past & Present

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“Hmm…what else do I need to know, Stevie?” You eagerly take notes while Steve explains the complexity of asking a guy out without making him look like a loser. “I don’t want Bucky to believe he’s a loser.”

“Bucky is not a loser, but shy. He never kissed another girl,” Steve points at a picture of Bucky on the investigation wall he made for you. “That’s our target.”

You grin and lean back in your chair. “Please continue, Obi-Wan Rogers.”

He gives you a stern look. “Miss, if you don’t take my classes seriously, you can go home and watch a rom-com.”

“I’m listening,” you groan. “Go ahead. I need to know how to make a move on Bucky without scaring him off.”

“Alright,” Steve uses a pointer stick to point at the next picture. “That’s our goal. We want him to be putty in your hands but get hard at the same time.”

You lean forward to look at the picture. “Dude! Is that a dick pick?”

Steve snickers. “I googled Bucky’s name, and this was the first picture coming up.”

“You’re lying!” You stick your tongue out. “You can’t pin a dick on our investigation wall, Steve!”

“Why?” He shrugs your concern off and points to the next picture. “Before we get to the dick, we need to make him loosen up and ask you out. Or accept your invitation.”

“That’s a dog playing with a bone,” you wrinkle your nose. “Is that a metaphor or something?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “You’re like a dog with a bone. You sank your teeth into Bucky and won’t let up.”

“I’m not a dog, Rogers,” you snap at your friend. “I wanted you to give me advice, not turn this into a joke.”

“I’m not joking about love and dick,” Steve chuckles but keeps a straight face. “If you want him to dick you down one day, you’ll need to win his trust and heart first.”

“Good, that’s a start,” you take notes while Steve tells you about all the things Bucky likes. “Hmm…that’s good. Tell me more about his eating habits and the lingerie he looked up in his search history.”

“Our boy grew up so fast,” Steve sighs and gives you a wink. “You should see his search history. He’s an eager beaver when it comes to eating pussy and fingering a girl.”

“Oh,” you nod, and focus on taking notes, not the image in your mind. Bucky between your thighs, eating your cunt. “I like me a man who can eat pussy.”

Steve laughs. “Well, in that case, Bucky is your man. I watched him practice while watching porn. He’s got a skilled tongue.”

“That’s good to know, I guess.”

“Next step, we need to talk about his erogenous zones. You need to know how to touch him,” Steve continues. He points at his neck with the pointer stick. “Neck.”

“Neck,” you hum.

“Nipples. Earlobe. Lips,” he moves to his crotch. “At last, the divine meat stick.” He grins. “The dick.”

You giggle and snort. “Meat stick, got it.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s features soften when you look at him. “You need to make a move but don’t be too pushy. Bucky will shy away from you if you are too pushy.”

“Christ, I won’t shove his pants down to suck his dick,” you grunt. “Now back to the basics. Do you have an idea for the perfect first date?”

“Alright, miss,” Steve turns back around to point at the investigation wall. “We have a lot to discuss.”

“Doll, you’ve got this,” Steve whispers as he guides you toward the frat house. “He’s over there, looking for you because he wants to borrow a book. You look stunning. This outfit shows the right amount of cleavage and ass. But it’s not slutty.”

“Okay,” you take a deep breath. “I’ve got this. Bucky Barnes will be putty in my hands.”

Steve slaps your ass, making you squeal. “Go and get him tiger.”

Bucky is smart.

Like really smart.

He speaks over five different languages.

Still, he doesn't know how to talk to a girl.

It's not that he's not attractive. Girls do look at him. He's just too nervous to hit on a girl he likes.

It feels like his voice fails anytime he tries to talk to one of the girls from the frat house across the street.

Especially when he sees you.

It's even worse that you are friends with his best friend.

Steve Rogers. Quarterback. Golden boy. A girls' magnet.

“Hey Barnes," you quip as Bucky zoned out again. "Whatcha looking at?"

“What?" he slowly dips his head to glance at you standing next to him.

When did that happen?

“I was just...”

"Steve won't come back for a while. I think this week it's Carrie or was it Chanel?" you huff. "I'm telling you; he tries to break a record or something. I’m worried about his health. What if he breaks his dick? He won’t be able to win the upcoming game with a cast around his dick.”

Bucky chokes on his spit.

You giggle.

“Uh—what do you want here if Steve is not around?” He gets out before dropping his eyes to his shoes.

“Hmm…On Friday night we will go out. Wear something nice,” you cock your head to look Bucky up and down. “Oh, and no hair gel. I like running my fingers through a guy’s hair when we make out.”

“What?” he swallows thickly. His cheeks turn pink, and he feels his heart start racing. “Y/N…I…what? Is this a joke?”

“You know how to get a girl’s attention,” you lean closer to peck his lips. “I hope you know I expect you to put that talented tongue to better use…”

Bucky gasps as you pounce on him to claim his lips. You slip your tongue inside, snaking it with his as you run your fingers through his soft curls.

“Barnes! GOOO! Barnes!” the frat boys chant behind Bucky’s back. “We knew you had it in you all this time. He will finally get laid!”

You grin against his lips.

“Aw, I always had a thing for virgins,” you coo. “I promise to be gentle, babe…”

“What just happened?” Bucky looks like a confused puppy. He runs his tongue over his lips to taste you again. “Y/N, why did you…I…what?”

“Bucky,” you place your hands on his chest and look him straight in the eyes. “I call dips on you.” You smirk. “We are friends since childhood, and I don’t want you to get laid by some other bitch. You’re mine.”

“Get laid,” he chokes out. “Oh,” his cheeks turn pink, and he chuckles nervously.

“Do you want to go on a date with me, Buck?” you run your index finger over his chest. “I know you don’t see anyone else.”

“Yeah,” Bucky stutters. “We can watch a movie or order food.”

“Buck,” you lean closer to brush your lips over his quivering ones. “I will cook, and you can decide on the dessert.” You grin. “I heard you have a very talented tongue and are burning to put it to good use.”

He blanched, and chuckles nervously. “It’s a date…”

“It’s a date,” you say and fist his jacket to claim his lips again. “See you on Friday, Bucky baby.”

“STEVE! STEVE!” Bucky stumbles inside their shared room. “STEVE! She asked me out and…what do I do now?”

“Alright,” Steve wraps his arm around Bucky’s shoulder to guide him toward the investigation wall. Steve changed the pictures to help his friend. “I have been waiting for you, Padawan. I will tell you everything about Y/N, women, and pussy…”

Part 6

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#Shy Guy (5) - Present #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #fratboy!bucky barnes #college au #fratboy bucky #young bucky barnes #female reader

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margareth-lv · 5 months

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😵‍💫🫡 Anxiety, apathy, withdrawal, delusions 🫡😵‍💫

@odessa-2 inspired me with her note today and a reminder of the post Oliver Jeffers shared on Instagram on 3 January 2021 (side note: I have a feeling this is a completely random date and has nothing to do with anything other than Caitríona being at the time, as many people believe, already heavily pregnant with this child, whose birth wasn't announced until August, but I could be wrong. Is there anything that you associate with this date?).

*** *** *** My body reacts nervously to any event involving Caitríona and Oliver Jeffers. Maybe it's some kind of PTSD, I'll explain in more detail below. *** *** *** Anyway, my first reaction to the news in fandom over the weekend about the New York Times article was quite nervous.

😅

In October, […] the visual artist and author Oliver Jeffers, 46, hosted a candlelit dinner for a group of Irish and Northern Irish artists and friends.

Caitríona was also present at the dinner to celebrate the launch of Oliver's latest book, 'Begin Again'.

Caitríona/Oliver, that combination doesn't sound right to me, it means smoke and mirrors and supporting the narrative. Luckily I was wrong this time.

*** *** ***

2021. Oliver Jeffers at Caitríona's 'wedding', sitting in the fireplace recess in a white suit, accompanied by a stone dog. There was no better place for him than the soot-blackened fireplace? There was no other suit than white for a friend's wedding? There was no better companion for this wedding than a stone dog? ❓

Smoke and mirrors. As dense as a spider's web, a web of connections, dependencies and interests.

*** *** ***

July 2022. Oliver Jeffers invites Caitríona to take part in the 'Our Place' festival he is organising.

Here they are in conversation with Kathy Clugston in Belfast on 2 July 2022 ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Caitríona is sitting on the stage, tense.

Excuse me. I don't mean to be rude, but she looked like she was getting dressed for the event in the dark. And when you watch the whole thing, you realise that, surprisingly, she wasn't at all comfortable on stage. She didn't have much to say except for her personal memories. She didn't have any general thoughts, any wider perspective than her own. You could see her lack of confidence and fear in her body language, the unspoken part of communication. Sadness, stress and depression. So what does she say? What does Caitríona say?

The fandom has been buzzing for years about the fact that Caitríona never referred to 🧛🏻‍♂️ as her husband. So now Caitríona, sitting uncomfortably next to Oliver Jeffers, raised her right hand in an embarrassed laugh.

Well, her husband used to say, wait, what did he used to say? Oh yes, he used to say that a strong personality keeps their accent. I mean, the most interesting thing is what happens after that. Because the most surprising thing is what she starts talking about after she calls her 'husband'. Within a couple of sentences she starts talking about Sam, you know, the one she works with. And "Sam, who I work with, for the last three months he's been saying, 'What's up with you, you're really Irish all of a sudden'". And then she talks about her 'only son'.

A brilliantly acted scene (if it weren't for all the nervous laughing and tensing up).

💁🏻‍♀️

You ask, how do we know which 'husband' was in the festival audience? From here, of course ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Smoke and mirrors. As dense as a spider's web, a web of connections, dependencies and interests.

*** *** *** Incidentally, I am keen to compare Caitríona's pictures with her 'husband' with those of her real-life friends:

*** *** *** That's why when I saw the 'NYT' article about Caitríona and Oliver Jeffers, my stomach tightened. This time, however, I couldn't have been more wrong. 🙃🙃🙃

… because Caitríona's handbag was on the floor, near her feet, as someone on 'X' pointed out.

Which means that the professional purse-holder had been given the evening off on the day of this dinner.

Can one feel more relieved?

❓

I ate my breakfast in peace and quiet.

*** *** *** Source 1: Starting at 36:29 is the short clip I quoted above.

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Voilà. Enjoy, @lovehimloveherstuff (Although reading what I've written here probably has nothing to do with 'enjoying'. I am so sorry.)

[December 11, 2023]

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anonymousbardd · 1 month

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Celebrity Crush

↳ Diego Kang x FemReader

- In an interview, the famous Korean idol, Diego Kang had been asked who his celebrity crush is.

To much the interviewer's surprise, he mentioned a name that no one has heard of.

It was another long day for me to begin, my manager has been reminding me none-stop about a sit down interview on a show this afternoon.

Everything's been so time consuming, and I haven't even finished my job to take down the chairman yet.

After finishing a nice shower I looked at a picture that was framed on my shelf, it was a group picture of my friends and I.

I sighed and got dressed for the interview, once I've finished, I called my manager and told them that I'm ready to head out.

"Good afternoon mister Kang! It's a pleasure to have you here," the host greeted, I smiled and leaned back on the small couch, "Thank you for having me, it's an honour."

"How is your afternoon going so far Mister Kang?"

"It's starting of well, I suppose after the interview I'll just go ahead and have something to eat."

I and the host chatted for a while, he asked me some questions about my career, hobbies, etc.

Eventually, he asked me something that I knew a lot of people were wondering as well.

"So, mister Kang, you've worked with quite a lot of celebrities, have you?" I nodded crossed my legs, "I have, they're really fun to work with."

The host then chuckled and rested his head on his hand, "May I ask a question that's running around for quite a while now, how is your celebrity crush?"

I knew it, I sat there in silence as I thought for a moment.

The image of a young girl flashed in my mind, "I suppose it would be a young woman I like to call Tulip," I said.

My response tickled everyone with curiosity, "Who is this Tulip?" The host asked, I grinned and leaned back on the couch I sat on.

"Well... She's someone who I always admired, she was the one who inspired me to become the person that I am today..." I paused and let out a sigh.

"Though I never admitted it, I'd do anything just to see her," I smiled as I felt a tug in my stomach.

I knew that everyone was asking the same thing, who the hell is Tulip, well, I didn't want to disclose any detailed information about her.

One may mistake it for me being too busy and forgetting about her, but it's not the case.

(F/n) is the loveliest woman I've ever met, though she stuck around with violent men, her heart's warmer than the sun.

(F/n) wasn't well known for fighting, in fact, she never raised a finger to hurt anyone, everybody knew her because she's the only one who tried to reason with stupid arguements.

She gave and gave and never expected anything in return, every Saturday she and I would go out for walks at the park, as if life is so simple, and it is.

With (F/n), everything is comforting, the little things mattered, her kindness always sparked something in me.

That's why I regret it... Not being able to protect her, (F/n) was the loveliest person I've ever met.

And I should have told her about it way sooner, I should have confessed to her from the start, I shouldn't have left like a scared dog.

(F/n) was the kindness person I've ever met, I always found myself thinking about her, wanting to be with her and.. Loving her.

Everybody knew her, they all respected her, and I was a damned fool to let her go.

༝༚༝༚𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚍

#lookism #lookism one shot #x reader #oneshot #fanfic #lookismoneshot #lookisim fanfic #diego kang #james lee #diego kang x FemReader #james lee x reader

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jackmanbj · 3 months

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is that ight?

an: hi guys! im back hopefully for long and just wanna say that this is something that didnt take me long to write because i wanted it to be kinda short for my little return!🤭

summary: jack is ranting to you about his problems and your trying your best to help him not wanting him to give up on anything.

jack had just got home from the studio, his eyes were baggy and his hair was messy.

you were sitting on the sofa waiting for jack, even though it was two in the morning.

“jack hun you look tired…”

“just a little, lets go to bed” jack didnt wait for a response and he started walking upstairs and heading to the bedroom while you followed behind

at first, jack didnt even bother taking off his clothes, being to tired to even more after he sat on the bed “jack hun.. i know you’re tired but you need to undress” you say taking off his jacket

jack groans but eventually start undressing, he keeps on his wife-beater and boxers on and lays down

you pull him on top of you, his head resting on your chest as you scratch his scalp lightly

—

the next morning when you woke up, jack was already getting ready to go to the studio

“jack.. your overworked, stay home”

“i cant—im on a high right now! my new song just got higher then first class, everyone’s still expecting me to make new music and i cant take any days off, not right now at least maybe in a few weeks”

“jack you need a break..” “well i want to be able to spoil you and i cant do that if i keep taking breaks” “keep taking breaks? baby.. this would be your first break in four weeks.. sit down” you say patting the bed as you sit up

“why do you feel like that?”

no airports and no flights thats how i wanna live my life, is that ight?

“i—i dont even know.. i just feel like i need to work or everything i have is gonna come crashing down.. like everything i worked for is gonna fall apart, i dont even care about all the cars, and the jewelry.. but i want just a little but even with just a little i feel like im wasting so much”

no sport cars and no ice, okay maybe a little ice, we all got a lil’ vice

“jack hun.. you can want everything in the world and you can get it if you can afford it—wanting something and getting it doesn’t mean that your overdoing it, you see people with seven cars but they can get them because they like them, not because they want to have fame for it”

“but i feel like sometimes its to much, and theres even more to it.. sometimes i hate when fans come up to me and want a whole lot of pictures, i dont mind saying hi or asking for one picture but they keep going and i also feel like me and some of the pg are falling out because of me working so much we dont talk alot…”

no selfies just say hi, im so healthy and alive 4L we them same guys equity for my dogs only time you see gang signs.

“jack not wanting people to come up to you a lot is normal it doesn’t make you a bad person and it shouldn’t make you feel bad, not everyone likes that.. and people lose friends, but if its pg dont you think you should schedule a meet up for all of you, or most of you to hang out and catch up?”

jack shifts his body, not facing you anymore “i want to, i do i wanna hang out with them and i want to stay strong with them but also i dont want to stop my working and my music for it”

im looking to change lives i already changed mine

you take his face in your hands making him face you again “jack people have to move on with there lives sometimes.. everyone cant just wait for inspiration they just have to take a chance, lots of people are impatient and want you to release music or your opinion or what you think when they want it..”

the times not stop waiting for the inspiration, they say its a flaw being impatient but…

jack huffs “ok..okay ill take a break from working.. ill take a week long break and ill set boundaries with fans and ill talk to pg..”

i just want peace i dont want no smoke

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #jack harlow concepts

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vettelinyourarea · 1 year

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angst, memories by conan gray for ollie pls!

memories - oliver bearman

genre: angst

word count: 1,247

inspired by memories by conan gray

warning: english is not my first language

thank you so much anon for sending in the request! and this is my first ever request + angst, so, feel free to give me any feedback and hope you enjoy!

It’s been a couple months

That’s just about enough time

For me to stop crying when i look at all the pictures

It’s been two months since Ollie ended his relationship with you. The two years you spent with each other, it just end like that one night. “I want to focus on my formula 2 career,” he had said when he explained why he wanted to end things.

It should have been easy for Ollie to move on from you right? Afterall, he’s the one who end things between the two of you. But, why is it taking everything in him to hold himself from calling you after every race? Just how it once was.

It’s late, I hear the door

Bell ringing and it’s pouring

I open that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance

You just wanna talk and

I can’t turn away a wet dog

You remember the first time you saw Ollie again after things ended between the two of you. It was a rainy night, you were sitting in your apartment, reading a book with music softly playing on the background. It was 1 am when suddenly your doorbell rings. Once, you ignore it, twice, you got confused, and thrice when you finally decide to check on it.

It was Ollie who came to you. He was all wet from the rain and his brown eyes are red from crying it seems. It hurts you when you saw him like this, his curly hair all messed up adn wet, his smile you used to love all gone from his face. But you knew that he also hurt you. You remember how you cried for so many nights when it happened. You remember your friends trying to get you out of bed and entertain you because of him. But still, you can’t help but feel your heart ache when you saw him like that, standing at your doorway.

“I need to talk to you,” he said after you asked him what he’s doing late at night coming to your apartment.

And who are you to turn him away?

But please don’t ruin this for me

Please don’t make it harder than it already is

I’m trying to get over this

That night, you talked like how you used to. He told you everything about formula 2, and you told him everything about your college life. He also told you how things are, how none of it was going as how he wanted. How he can’t concentrate without you, waiting for him in the garage, like how it used to be.

You wanted to hug him then and there, you want to kiss him and said that everything is going to be okay. But you knew that you should never do that. You knew that you can’t go back to him after everything that happened. “Please don’t say that,” you said instead. “You knew it won’t work out. You knew we, won’t work Ollie.” You said trying to hold back your tears.

That night, Ollie left your apartment, leaving with two broken hearts.

I wish you would stay in my memories

But you show up today, just to ruin things

I wanna put you in the past ‘cause I’m traumatized

Ollie knew deep down, that things won’t return as how it was before. He knew that he had ruin everything he used to have with you. But still, he can’t help it when he still remember your smile, when he still remember your laugh, how safe he feels whenever you hugged him. And tonight, he couldn’t hold himself from calling you. He missed you too much, he just want to hear your voice.

Ollie needs you in his life, you’re the one who keep him sane from all the crazy things happening in his world. You are the one who keep him safe from the outside world. But he ruined it, and he relized it when it was already far too late.

“I’m sorry, please give me another chance,” he said everytime he called you. He still called you after every race, and how thankful he is because you still pick up his call and comfort him after all he did to you. But tonight is different, and he could sense it the second you pick up his call.

“Please stop Ollie,” you said. And Ollie knew what you meant. He knew that this moment will come and he dreads it, he wants to stop the time and prevent this moment from coming. “Please stop calling me. Please stop ruining things for me.” You said before ending the call.

And it was the last time you picked up his call.

I promise that the ending always stay the same

So there’s no good reasoning in make believing that we could ever exist again

Maybe you’re way too harsh and cruel to Ollie. And it’s taking everything in not to call him and take back what you said. It took everything in you not to pick up his call. After what you said that night, he still tries to call you after every race, leaving voicemails for you because you wouldn’t pick up.

You couldn’t count how many times you fell asleep while his voicemail was playing on your phone. Even after all the heartbreaks he gave you, he still managed to give you a little bit of comfort you knew all too well.

But you knew you will never getting back to him. You knew that nothing can ever happen again between you and Ollie, no matter how much you want to. You knew that there is not good in believing you two could ever exist again.

I can’t be your friend, can’t be your lover

Can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love

With somebody other than me

Six months. It has been six months since things ended between Ollie and you. Another six months was the time it took you to finally open up your heart again. Another six months was the time it took Ollie to finally see you again in person. It was right before a race when he saw you in the paddock, talking with another guy.

It was right after the race when he found out that you have found someone else. “What are you doing here?” he asked you when you came to him. He had DNF in the race, and all he wanted right now was to hug you and ask you to comfort him, to tell him that everything is fine and you will always be there right next to him.

But instead, what he got was a broken heart. “I came with my boyfriend, he’s a huge formula 1 fan,” you said while looking back at the guy you had talked before with a huge smile on your face.

How his world crumbled when he heard you, when he saw you smiled so brightly at a guy that was not him. He never seen you looked so happy before.

How he wants to scream at anyone, at you, at your boyfriend, when he realized that there’s no chance left for him in getting you back into his life.

“Congrats.” He said with a bitter smile, before he turned away from you and walked away from you. That moment, he walked away from you and your life. Because it would be the last time he talked to you.

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violetflowerswrites · 2 years

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Too Complicated

Summary: On a drunken whim, Jim Street and his roommate share a kiss. They try to forget it the next morning, but things only end up getting more complicated when a second kiss leads to much more. (Sex. They have lots of it.)

Pairing: Jim Street x (Female) Reader

Disclaimer: teasing and flirting and plenty of good ol sexual tension. Some mention of the foster system, homelessness, drug addiction, custody of children, and jail (reader is a social worker). Soft and caring Street. Reader can’t take a compliment. Alcohol consumption (both are 21+). Kissing and touching. The smut in this is absolutely filthy. Oral sex (female and male receiving). Consensual P in V sex. Definitely 18+ for explicit smut and language.

Word Count: 4.0k

A/N: I had a LOT of fun writing this fic with Jim Street. SWAT might be one of my fave shows right now and something about Street and his cute little dimples just makes my heart go–! I also got a little intense with the case that the reader talks about. It’s inspired by some real students I’ve encountered in my (very short) time as a teacher. ALSO I am sorry not sorry about how dirty the smut got in this so PLEASE use your good judgment before reading this. I was heavily inspired by a GREAT video on Bellesa by the same title. So here’s my tribute to Street and all his beautiful baby boy energy!

The bright LA morning sun is shining lazily through the kitchen window while you mindlessly shove another bite of cereal into your mouth. You scroll through instagram, liking pictures of your friends and their dogs when you hear clomping footsteps come out into the room.

Your back tenses up immediately and you force yourself to look as if this was just another typical morning living with Officer Jim Street, LAPD SWAT.

Street, on the other hand, acts like nothing is amiss and he goes straight to the cabinet, grabs a glass, and starts mixing his usual disgusting protein shake.

The silence drags on for a few minutes more, but it feels like an eternity. You finally twist around in your chair, and god, why did he have to be shirtless today of all days? You try not to get distracted by Street’s biceps and washboard set of abs as he leans against the kitchen island, sipping his drink and scrolling on his phone.

He doesn’t even bother to look up until you break the quiet with: “So, we’re not gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Street asks, his drink half raised to his mouth.

“Last night. We got drunk–and we kissed.”

…

That Friday night started out like any other.

You were sitting on the couch watching some overdramatic crime show when you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door being unlocked and a pair of thick-soled boots thumping onto the hardwood floor.

“You know those shows are all super inaccurate, right?” Street comments from the doorway.

“Hi to you too. There’s brownies on the counter.” You continue watching, but you roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see it.

Street rubs his hands in anticipation of a treat. You’re an excellent baker, and one of the best perks of having you as a roommate is that you’ll sometimes leave a plate of goodies out, with a sticky note and bold sharpie letters explaining what it is. It was the best pick me up after a long day at SWAT, and he always had trouble limiting himself to just one dessert. After all, he has to stay fit for work, or so he tells himself.

But tonight, the counter had brownies. And another plate of chocolate chip cookies. And another with lemon bars. And a pile of freshly washed mixing bowls stacked high on the drying rack that told him all he needed to know about your day.

You were stress baking.

This had happened a few times before and it usually meant you had a particularly difficult case at work, and you put all your frustration into the sugar, butter, and flour.

In a weird way, Street benefited from your stress, but he also proved to be a good listener, and the two of you became pretty good friends after those deep conversations.

So this time, Street stuffed a brownie into his mouth as he went to the fridge, grabbed a can of beer for himself and your bottle of wine, and settled onto the couch next to you. He paused Netflix and poured you a glass, forcing you to look at him.

“You stress baked again.”

“Hmph.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining ‘cause I get to eat it all, but you wanna talk about it?”

You stare at the glass of wine that Street handed you and decided that you didn’t really want to get into it. Not while you were this sober at least.

“I’m trying out recipes for a bridal shower next month. Try each one and tell me which one I should make.” You change the topic, avoiding eye contact.

Street knows you don’t really like opening up and he gets it–neither does he. So he decides to play along and grabs one of each treat.

“I’ve already had the brownie so let me try the cookies and the lemon bars. Do you want any?”

“Can I have another lemon bar?”

“How many have you had today?”

“Shut up.”

Street laughs and brings you one, while you nibble on it quietly. He says the lemon bar is the winner and you agree.

The silence stretches on for a bit longer while the two of you drink and eat. To his credit, Street is pretty patient when he wants to be.

At last, the light tingling in your head from the wine finally loosens your tongue to say what’s really on your mind.

“I’m tearing apart a family.” You can’t bring yourself to look at Street so you stare out the window at the glittering lights of the city instead.

“What’s the case?” Street asks quietly. You’re a social worker and Street has trusted you enough to tell you his story before. And of course, cops and social workers sometimes go hand in hand, and it’s never a kid who’s in a great situation. So you know Street gets it. It’s just hard what the two of you have to deal with at work sometimes.

Too hard.

“Mom and the kids used to be homeless, up in the Tenderloin in SF. They moved down here to LA to stay with a relative until they got back on their feet. Kids make it to school most of the time, and they are doing well. But Mom’s on and off drugs. I’ve met her and she’s so loving and so committed, but it’s hard for her to stay clean. We’ve been working with her and a program and it’s been going well, but Dad just got out of jail. The oldest had a panic attack at school because Dad came back to visit. And now, Mom’s back on her habit again and the court is saying she might lose custody if she can’t stay sober for 6 months. If she loses custody, I need to place the kids in a foster home.”

“Okay. You’ve handled, what, hundreds of cases like this by now, right, Y/N? What’s getting you about this one?”

You finally look at Street’s steady gaze and say what’s really on your mind.

“I feel like it’s gonna be my fault if the family breaks apart. She’s about to lose her kids, and there’s four of them. They’re all in a great elementary school right now and they love their teachers. I’ve personally visited them at school and they feel so safe and happy and supported there. They’re making good grades and their teachers are so patient with them and if Mom loses custody, I won’t be able to keep them in the same home, let alone the same school.”

You tip back the last of your wine and quickly pour another glass, trying to drown your frustration in the alcohol.

Street watches you quietly, before gently grabbing your wrist, and making you put down the bottle. Your skin is hot, but you tell yourself it’s because of the wine, and not his touch.

“Hey. It’s not your fault if the family breaks apart. You can’t control addiction and their situation.”

“Hah!” You laugh bitterly. “I know it’s out of my control. I’m freakin’ trained to not let my personal feelings get involved in my cases, but this one…I don’t know. It feels personal.”

“You feel responsible. And that’s because you care about them, Y/N. That’s not a bad thing.” Street encourages you earnestly.

You feel a hot flush creep up your neck and you quickly lean back into the couch, and immediately spill the wine onto your shirt.

“Shit!” You look down and there’s a purple stain blooming right on top of your chest. You hop up to go change while Street hides a chuckle by taking another sip of his beer.

“I saw that!” You yell over your shoulder.

“What?” Street replies, innocently.

You throw your stained shirt into the hamper and notice one of Street’s black SWAT t-shirts folded neatly on top of the dryer. You decide to throw it on and it’s much softer and looser and comfier than you expected.

You walk out with it on as if nothing happened and you plop right back onto the couch.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Street comments with surprise lacing his tone.

“It was clean. Can I keep it?” You ask jokingly.

“Uhh…y-yeah. I have more.” Street stutters out an answer.

When you came out in his shirt, it was the first time he felt his stomach flutter around you. There was something about the way you looked so…domestic? Comfortable? Relaxed? in his t-shirt, with a tiny pair of booty shorts and your hair up in a messy bun that just seemed so right.

Street clears his throat, trying to shove those unexpected feelings down.

“Anyway. Like I was saying. You’re frustrated because you care about them. You’re a great social worker, Y/N. I know you’re gonna do right by those kids. As best as you can.” Street compliments.

You hate compliments so you take another sip of your wine and mumble into your glass, your cheeks turning bright red.

“Shut up.”

That only encourages Street to double down with even more honest praise.

“I mean it, Y/N. You’re good at what you do because you actually care about the kids. I mean, if you were in charge of my case, I bet I wouldn’t have ended up in half the foster homes I did growing up.” Street continues.

“Shut up, Street.” You look up to glare at him and you lightly shove him in the arm. You really really hate compliments. Especially when it comes from such a genuine place of heartfelt encouragement. Gross.

“Hey, I’m just telling the truth.” Street puts his hands up in surrender, trying to calm you down. “If I can see how hard you work and how much you care, I’m sure the kids can too. They know you’re on their side. No matter what happens, they know you fight for them. Every day.”

“Jim, shut up!” You burst out, and you find yourself half in Street’s lap, your right fist balled up in the collar of his t-shirt. He’s leaning back on the couch, his hands still up and his eyebrows raised in shock.

“S-sorry, did I take it too far?” Street starts to apologize, but you cut him off.

“Shut up…” you whisper, eyes locking with his. “And kiss me.”

Street immediately brings his hand down to your face and gently tilts your head for a tender kiss.

You enjoy his gentle touch for about two seconds before you break it off and you’re so embarrassed you can’t look him in the eye.

What the hell was that?

“I-I’m sorry, shit, I don’t know what came over me, I must be drunk.” You stumble off, grabbing your wine glass and dumping the rest of the drink down the kitchen sink. Street quickly scrambles up to follow you into the kitchen.

“Hey, look, Y/N –” Street starts but you interrupt him by whipping around with the detachable faucet head in your hand.

He takes a step back, unsure of what in the world you’re doing.

“Spray me.” You state as if this were a perfectly normal situation.

“W-what?” Street stutters out.

“I said, spray me! I need to sober up.” You grin at him, trying to hide your embarrassment at what just happened with your freakin’ roommate of all people.

Street finally catches on and grins back at you. He grabs the faucet head and aims it at you and you take a step back, immediately regretting your strange request.

“Don’t make a mess.” You hesitate.

“You asked for this,” Street laughs, and sprays you right in your face.

You half sputter out water, and half laugh, shaking your head like a wet dog.

“Okay, okay! I’m sober! Goodnight, Street!”

You run off to the shower and go to bed, leaving a bewildered Jim Street staring at the wet footprints you left behind all over the apartment.

…

“Oh. That kiss.” Street looks up at you and shrugs. “I completely forgot about that.”

“You…forgot.” You state flatly, not believing him for a second.

“Yep.”

“Street, we’re roommates and that kiss complicates things.”

“Why would it complicate things? You said it, you were drunk. Let’s just forget it.”

You stand up as Street starts walking out of the kitchen, following him.

“Jim. Stop it.”

He pauses at the entrance to the living room. Where everything went wrong last night. He turns slowly in his sock-clad feet to look at your flushed face and irritated stance with your arms crossed over your chest. You only use his first name when you’re being serious.

“Okay, fine. So what, you wanna discuss why, as roommates, we shouldn’t be kissing?” Street states with a hint of sarcasm.

“This is embarrassing enough.” You huff out a scoff. You can’t believe him! “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I asked you to kiss me. That means, whether I like it or not, there’s something there.”

“Y/N. You were drunk. I wasn’t.” Street’s voice has dropped to a low volume, and he steps even closer to you. “So when you asked me, I chose to kiss you.”

“And I kissed you back. And I liked it.” You admit in a hushed tone.

“I liked it too.” Street unexpectedly replies.

“I thought you said you didn’t remember.” You shoot back at him.

“Of course, I remember.” Street says indignantly. He rubs his hand over his face in exasperation and sighs.

“So… what now? Does this mean one of us should move out? I mean, we can’t go back to how things were before. Maybe I could crash at my sister’s for a bit until we figure things out–”

“Y/N, Y/N, stop. You’re making things too complicated.”

“Well, what am I supposed to–”

Street cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours. His hand reaches up to caress your face, just like last night, and you grab his wrist, not to pull him away, but to hold yourself steady. As if you couldn’t believe this was really happening. Again.

With a small gasp, you break it off.

“We should stop.” You breathe out.

“I don’t want to.” Street murmurs quietly.

“Me neither.”

With that, you find yourself slammed into the wall, your hands wrapped around the back of your roommates’ neck, kissing as if your life depends on it. Street’s unshaved stubble scratches at your soft skin, a sensation you never knew you would enjoy. His lips dance against yours deliciously, as you tease and bite him, trying to savor how he feels against you.

This is bad. You’re getting really turned on. But you feel a hard log bump against your leg, and you know you’re not the only one getting aroused.

Before you lose your nerve, you sneak a hand in between your bodies and feel Street through the flannel of his pjs, and his thick length starts to harden in your hand.

“Mmph! Y/N…” Street groans against your mouth and you know you’re doing something right.

But he returns the favor by feeling up your chest, pulling off your hoodie and exposing your bare breasts from under your bralette. He immediately palms your sensitive nipples in one hand, while the other tucks into your shorts, seeking out your wet core.

Your breath starts coming in pants, combined with quiet mewls of arousal as Street rubs your pussy through your panties. You press your back against him, one of your hands gripping his wrist that is still locked onto your breast, while the other continues to rub his member.

“Oh god, Street, this feels–” you can barely get a coherent sentence out when Street turns you around and presses you up against the wall, pulls down your panties, and proceeds to eat you out.

You cry out at the new sensation, his hot, wet tongue dancing inside your folds. Your shaking thighs can barely keep you upright, so you try to steady yourself by gripping the short brunette hair on Street’s head. That only serves to turn him on even more, and he starts sucking on your clit. The pleasure makes your head spin and you can’t stop moaning at his relentless attack on your pussy.

Soon enough, you slide down the wall in a crumpled heap, but not before you grab Street’s pants and pull them down during your descent.

You don’t dare make eye contact with him. Instead, you simply stroke his thick length, weighing it in your palm, and you lick a wet stripe up to his tip. Street rewards you with a deep, gravelly moan, and you quickly suck him down your throat. You can taste him, a mix of saltiness and sweat, and your feral mind goes crazy.

You love the feel of him under your tongue, and Street grabs your hair into a loose ponytail, his eyes closed with pleasure. You bob your head up and down on his cock, trying to breathe through it all, and taking him as deep as you can.

Street finally pushes your shoulder back in a wordless gesture to stop. You look up at him with a grin, and swipe the back of your hand across your mouth. Before you can get a word out, Street pulls you up roughly and grabs your ass, spreading apart your cheeks.

You know what he’s aiming for and you brace yourself on the wall.

“Shit!” You hiss out your favorite swear word as Street enters your dripping pussy. He wraps a muscled arm around your ribs and you quickly grab onto him as he shakes your whole body with violent thrusts. His hips lift up into yours, making your ass jiggle and the skin of both of your bodies clap together sinfully. Jim Street fills you up so well, and it feels nothing short of incredible.

“You’re so–mmm!---so wet for me, Y/N.” Street grits out between clenched teeth. You’re about to reply when he spins you around again, and scoops you up in a delicate balancing act.

You let out a yelp while Street drops you right onto his cock, his thick thighs and bulging biceps keeping the both of you upright.

You’ve never been with a man who was strong enough to do this before, and you’ve definitely found a new favorite sex position.

“Ah! Street!” You gasp out at each thrust. “Don’t drop me!”

“I won’t.” Street promises, spearing you with his cock over and over. You roll your body against his, trying to get him to go deeper each time, while your ankles lock behind his waist. He even manages to kiss you again as he bounces you on top of his thick member.

After a moment, Street finally lets you go, and you slip down, almost losing your footing.

He laughs at your clumsiness. “Couch?”

“I think it’s a little safer.” You tease him, swiping back your messy hair away from your face.

Street hops over the couch and you roll your eyes at him showing off his athleticism. You walk around it, like a regular person, and you see him laid back, legs spread, arms crossed behind his head.

“Someone’s ready for more.” You laugh at him, kissing him on the cheek. As much as you tease him, you know you aren’t satisfied yet either.

So you climb on top, carefully sinking down onto his erect cock, and you sigh at being filled to the brim once again. You waste no time rolling on his lap, over and over. Soon, that motion graduates to bouncing on top of him, your voice coming out in little yelps that drives Street crazy with lust. He grips your hips, helping you land just right every time.

“Hold on, Y/N, just hold on a second.” He taps your ass and you pause.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You pant out, your heart racing from the sex and the exertion.

Street slides down from under you until he’s sitting on the carpet and your dripping center is right above his face.

“I want to taste you.” Street breathes out, his hot exhale tickling your wet folds.

“Oh shit.” You whisper, and your face flushes, as if your skin couldn’t get any hotter by now. So you grant his wish and you gently lower your pussy onto his face, trying not to smother him. His expert tongue penetrates you, finding your slick opening and stimulating you to the point that you think you might pass out. You let out a feral cry, your body making the dirtiest squelches you’ve ever heard, and your voice becomes a mess of feeble noises you didn’t think you were capable of.

Who knew that Jim Street was so good at eating pussy?

Your orgasm sneaks up on you suddenly, and you simply bite your bottom lip and start quivering. The sensation is so overwhelming that you can’t even speak. But you’re sure Street realizes what’s happening because he stops and cups your vibrating center with his hand, holding you still, and he kisses you with lips wetted by your arousal.

You finally let out a moan, and he lays you back down onto the couch. Meanwhile, he gently enters your pussy with his digits, quickly becoming coated in your cum. He spreads it around, scissoring inside of you until you're a mewling mess once again.

He reaches out to palm your breasts, never ceasing in his quest to truly ruin you for anyone else. You inadvertently let out a whimper of pleasure as his hands work their magic. God, his touch lights your skin on fire!

“Street, oh my god, that was good. So good.” You praise breathlessly, gripping the back of his neck as you press your forehead to his, your chest rising and falling rapidly under his rough hands.

“I know. You came really hard. It was hot.” Street smirks at you and you’re too spent to tell him to shut up.

“Can I…” you feel almost too shy to say it aloud, but you do it anyway. “Can I make you cum?”

Street groans at your request, before nodding quickly. You carefully lift up a leg over his shoulder and he braces his arms beside your head. He lines up his throbbing member against your slick entrance and proceeds to rail your body like a doll.

He slams into you deeply, pulling and pushing through your hot pussy that grips him like a vice. Your juices soak him so that every penetration is quick and easy, so much so that he makes your butt lift off the couch with each thrust. Before you know it, Street’s movements get faster, and even more frantic, an unmistakable sign that he’s close.

“I’m gonna—!” Street growls out, his abs clenching as he uses all of his strength to thrust into your throbbing core.

You both let out a moan at the same time. Street pulls his member out of you and cums all over your chest and stomach, his pearls painting your skin as the two of you try to catch your breath.

Sweat makes both of your skin glisten and you carefully sit up, draping your legs over his lap, and wrapping your arms around him. You lean a tired head on his shoulder, cuddling your naked body into his large one.

He wordlessly reaches up a hand to hold your arm, the other is rubbing soothing circles on your thighs with his thumb.

You stay wrapped up in each other for a few minutes, quietly breathing in and out.

When your heartbeat finally calms down, you look up at him, only to find that Street is already looking at you.

“Plans today?” You ask nonchalantly.

“Nope.” He replies, just as casually.

“Dinner?” You offer.

“Sounds complicated.” He teases you.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and you shove him off the couch. He tips over easily and falls over onto the floor, totally caught off guard.

“Shut up, Street!” You exclaim, running off towards the shower.

“And kiss you?”

You whip your head around just in time to catch Street’s grin that takes up his whole face, making his irresistible dimples even more apparent on his cheeks.

You take one look at his stupid face and you know that it’s not complicated at all. You’ve fallen for Jim Street. Simple as that.

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Love Across the Galaxy 🌌 | Helmut Zemo Imagine

Contains spoilers for GOTG Vol.3

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Baron Helmut Zemo x Roman Goddess/Guardians!reader (romantic), The Thunderbolts—Baron Zemo, Bucky Barnes, Thaddeus Ross, Valentina Alegra De Fontaine, John Walker, Ghost, Justin Hammer, Taskmaster, Yelena, & Red Hulk (platonic), The Guardians of the Galaxy—Quill, Mantis, Nebula, Drax, Rocket, Groot, Kraglin, & Cosmo (platonic)

Content Warnings: profanity, light angst, fluff, mentions of death, fighting & violence, spoilers for GOTG Vol.3 (don’t read if you haven’t seen it!) | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.9k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: In which Baron Helmut Zemo, hater of the Avengers and desire to rid the planet of enhanced beings, becomes a member of the antihero team led by General Thaddeus Ross & CIA Director Valentina Fontaine where he meets the legendary group of misfits turned Guardians of the freakin Galaxy and loses his heart to a Goddess with a love for 80s music and talent for cutting of limbs.

Note: GOTG Vol 3 has permanently altered my brain chemistry and I cannot stop thinking about it. Truly the best film since Endgame & it’s inspired me cause I’m also back to loving Zemo again. I refuse to believe Marvel would give us a Thunderbolts film w/o Zemo so I will make sure he’s in this team.

After learning about all the Gods in Thor: Love & Thunder, picture you are Minerva, the Roman Goddess of Wisdom & War (Roman equivalent to the Greek’s Athena) and has cosmic powers similar to the Eternal’s Thena and has been with the Guardians since the events of the first GOTG film.

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Fall 2023

“I don’t see why we need these people to help us,” Zemo rolled his eyes, strolling beside General Ross with the rest of the team around them. Once outside the cool breeze hit him, ruffling the lapels of his coat as his eyes squinted from the bright light.

Ross lets out a tired sigh, “Because, Zemo, as much as it galls me to admit it this threat is far beyond what we can deal with. It’s not terrestrial and chances are these…” he had trouble coming up with the word, “let’s just say they’re more experienced for this situation.”

They all stop before the flight line. It’s clear all around them with no sign of an approaching vessel.

“Who are these guys again?” Justin Hammer popped some jelly beans in his mouth. John looks down at the file in his hands, making a face as he does.

“They call themselves…The Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“Oh God,” Bucky moans, immediately making mental notes to protect his mental arm knowing a certain talking animal was on the hunt for it. He was gonna have to sleep with one eye open.

Zemo raises his brow, “Friends of yours, James?” Bucky is not pleased by the assumption.

“I wouldn’t call them that.”

“Aren’t they part of the Avengers?” Ava’s tone is slightly disapproving. While Scott Lang and the Pym/Van Dyne’s helped her, she still got bad rep despite doing what she did to survive.

Zemo, not happy with the idea of working with Avengers, snatches the file from Walker.

“Not technically,” Ross replies while Zemo reads over the page. “They arrived with Thor in 2018 against the first battle with Thanos, remained an associate to the team while continuing whatever the hell it is they do in space, and returned in 2023 to defeat the purple bastard once and for all.”

“Did you fight with them, Bucky?” Yelena asks from beside the soldier.

“Yeah,” the memory appears in his mind. Specifically where he grabbed Rocket by the scruff and spun them in circles to cover more area as they fired off their guns. “Our interactions were brief…but memorable.”

The Baron had seen many things over the years, like the rest of humanity with the formation of the Avengers and reveal of intergalactic and enhanced beings, but to stay he wasn’t thinking, ‘what the fuck?’ by the picture in front of him would be a lie.

An earthling turned ravager, a blue mercenary, a woman with antennas, a genetically engineered raccoon, a living tree, a gray alien that could take down Thor, a man with a metal Mohawk, a telekinetic dog, and an exiled sword wielding Goddess. All misfits and outcasts, mostly space criminals turned superhero guardians of the cosmos.

Well….they were quite the bunch.

“They are not still with the Avengers, I take it?” Zemo wanders around, eyes lingering on the Goddess. White streaks adorned her natural hair color, eyes gold and lips painted with what appeared to be a permanent smirk. She wore a gold and white headpiece that had an owl extending its wings.

Name/Alias: Minerva, Goddess of War; Race: Deity; Planet of Origin: Caelum; Age: approx. 2500 yrs (39 Earth yrs); Occupation: Warrior/Mercenary/Defender of the Andromeda Galaxy; Allegiance: The High Council of Caelum (formerly), Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor, God of Thunder, The Avengers (formerly); Abilities: Cosmic manipulation, enhanced strength, agility, speed, & durability, thermal detection & mental teleportation; Specialization: artillery and battle strategy.

Ross let out a sigh, “only when the planet is about to go to shit due to an intergalactic threat. Which we’ve now got on our hands, but considering the Avengers are all on sabbatical I’m sending you in,” he checks his watch, “but I need all the extra hands and like I said, they’re experienced.”

Zemo stares at the blank sky, “How will we know they've arrived?”

“Believe me,” Ross mutters under his breath. “You’ll know.”

A loud rumbling noise caught everyone’s attention, gazes turning upward as a hexagon shaped breech in the sky revealed a very large spaceship in its wake, followed by the distinct lyrics of AC/DC’s ‘Back to Black.’

“Back in black. I hit the sack. I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back. Yes, I’m let loose. From the noose. That’s kept me hanging about.”

“Oh my,” Yelena breathed out, hair flying back from the gust of wind. Zemo lifted a hand to cover his face from the leaves, as did the others, many wide eyed.

“I’ve been looking at the sky. ‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high. Forget the hearse ‘cause I never die. I got nine lives. Cat’s eyes. Abusin’ every one of them running wild.”

“Great song,” Justin voiced, grinning from ear to ear. The ship made its descent, music getting louder.

“‘Cause I’m back. Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back,” it approached the tarmac, “Yes, I’m back. Well, I’m back, back.” wheels hit the tarmac, engine powering down but music still blasting, “Well, I’m back in black,” the ship doors opened, revealing steps extending to the ground, “Yes, I’m back in black.”

It was almost like a scene from a movie. Slow-motion if one will by how the Guardians exited their ship and stepped foot on the tarmac with AC/DC on full volume. All dressed in their new suits of red and blue leather with the Ravager flames on the chest.

Arriving in style.

Quill led with the rest flanking his sides. Drax munching on snacks while Nebula looked menacing and Groot towered over everyone. Cosmo had her tongue out in excitement, Rocket carrying his gun strapped to his back. Mantis’s chin held high, like she was on top of the world and Kraglin trying not to appear lost. Lastly Minerva was drinking a caprisun, Ray Bans covering her gold eyes.

Zemo tilts his head in amusement at the sight. He expected the Goddess, of war nonetheless, to have a more menacing approach like Nebula considering her reputation. But she was just as relaxed and laid back as Drax.

The Guardians walked several paces until they were directly in front of the Thunderbolts. It was then the music stopped, Ross being the first to address them. “You sure know how to make an entrance.”

Quill gave a smug grin, “We know.” Hands go to his hips, “You’re wearing a suit so you must be the boss man. Although I believe there’s also a boss lady we’re here to do business with.”

“Director Fontaine is currently occupied. She’ll be arriving in the morning.”

“I assume we won’t be knowing a damn thing until that happens, huh?”

Ross tightens his lips, “You assume correctly.”

“I told you we should’ve handled it on our own,” Minerva’s glances to Quill annoyed. Surprised by her voice, Zemo's eyebrows raised at her sudden input. Her accent was slightly Italian given her mythological origin is Roman.

Quill clicked his tongue, “We don’t have authority here, Minnie.”

“Midgard is part of the Andromeda Galaxy. Technically we should.”

Now the man was giving her a pointed look after Ross’s body language turned defensive, “I’d rather not get our asses thrown in Earth’s prison system. We go by the rules—the ones we established.”

Minerva grumbles under her breath, finishing the last remnants of her juice pouch, “Would’ve finished the job faster. They wouldn’t even know we were here.”

“Okay well, we’re doing things this way. We’re here as a team to work with a team. Right, Mr. Secretary?”

Ross’ disapproving eyes linger on Minerva, who in return rolls her own, before turning his attention back to Quill, “Yes. Now let’s move on shall we?”

He lets out a breath of relief, “Agreed.” Bidding a warning look to each of his teammates, they all wait for what the man in the suit has to say. Ross extends a hand to the people on either side of him.

“This is my team. All with different levels of skill and experience. Justin Hammer is our tech and weapons specialist,” Justin gives a wave, “Yelena Belova,” Ross points to the blonde in a white tactical suit, “former Black Widow and master assassin.” At the mention of Black Widow Rocket, Nebula, and Minerva all tense, faces becoming solemn at the memory of Natasha. They were the three remaining Guardians during the blip, becoming close with the Avenger.

“Ava Starr, she can phase through anything,” they all look impressed, finding the talent cool. “Antonia Dreykov, who we like to call Taskmaster.”

“Why’s that?” Kraglin asked intrigued.

“She has photographic reflexes and can mimic your fighting powers. Basically use your own moves against you.”

“Niceeee,” all the Guardians echo. Ross points to the two individuals in between Zemo and Yelena.

“Our super soldiers, Captain John Walker and I believe you all know Sergeant Barnes.” Bucky tightens his mouth with a curt nod.

“You still got that arm on ya?” Rocket muses, earning a nudge—well more like a kick—from Minerva. The rest of the Thunderbolts besides Bucky all become wide-eyed at the talking Raccoon…even though it said on the file he could.

But how the fuck else were they suppose to react to a talking raccoon?

All Bucky does is glare, “Don’t even think about it.” Rocket shrugs, “Worth a shot.”

“Why is that one carrying a giant frisbee?” Drax’s mouth is filled with Zargnuts. Walker, the man in question, becomes visibly offended.

“It’s a shield not a frisbee.” Zemo bites back a smirk at the soldier's tone. Not to mention the Guardians' reactions were priceless.

“A shield?” Mantis repeats confused.

“It’s a frisbee,” Drax mumbles.

“Like that circular object Minerva conjures to deflect attacks,” Nebula tiredly explains. Mantis’s mouth forms the shape of an ‘o’.

“And lastly,” Ross sounds just as exhausted as the cyborg, “Baron Helmut Zemo, former intelligence operative.”

“I am Groot,” Zemo’s attention goes to the tree alien, confused by his words. Minerva, seeing his expression, addresses it, “He says he likes your fancy cape.”

‘Cape?’ He thinks, but doesn’t comment on it and his perplexed reaction makes Minerva smirk. Instead Zemo says, “Well, I appreciate the compliment. Thank you.” Groot’s pleased, grinning wide like a child.

It’s then Quill’s turn to formally introduce the Guardians. The Thunderbolts bite back their own amusement at the nicknames and surprise of hearing the dog, Cosmo, speak through her suit with a distinct Russian accent. Afterwards Ross leads them all into the hangar, Minerva removing her sunglasses now that she was inside, allowing her gold eyes to be visible.

From there they all interact, awkwardly for the most part as they have no idea what the hell to do as they wait for further instruction. It soon becomes bickering and even challenging someone in hand-to-hand combat.

Well, what can you expect when a team of heroes meet a team of villains/anti heroes? Rivalry at its finest.

“Any day now, Quill,” Minerva groans, relaxing her stance. Across from her several feet away was Walker, confused by why she was taking so long to attack. They were standing in the middle of the squared off area with the teams surrounding them, but giving enough space to avoid being in the crossfire. Quill was scrolling through his Walkmen.

“What’s he doing?” Zemo whispers to Kraglin, eyes flicking back and forth from the human Guardian and the Goddess.

“Trying to find a good fight song. You know, get the vibes going.” Out on the square Minerva lets out a loud huff signaling her annoyance was increasing.

“Just give me another second—.”

“Quill.”

“I almost got it.”

“Pick a goddamn song!”

“Fine!” Quill shouts, randomly selecting the first one his finger hits. A second later Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry Like the Wolf,’ blasts through all the speakers attached to the Guardians arms. The antiheroes become perplexed, while also noting the song choice. Justin and Yelena started to bop their heads.

“Darken the city, night is a wire. Steam in the subway, earth is afire. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

Minerva smirked, retaking her stance. As she lifts her hands, cosmic energy around her consorts to physical matter, taking the shape of a spear and shield in either hand. Wide eyes take over the Thunderbolts.

“Woman, you want me, give me a sign. And catch my breathing even closer behind. (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do)”

“Wow,” Justin exhales. “In touch with the ground. I’m on the hunt, I’m after you.”

“That’s so cool,” Yelena muses, others muttering in agreement. “Smell like the sound, I'm lost in the crowd. And I’m hungry like the wolf.” Keeping his admirations to himself, Zemo watches the scene unfold in silence.

“First one to step or get thrown out of the square loses,” Bucky shouts over the music, “Ready….” Walker clutches the strap of his shield, Minerva twirling her spear once, “Fight!”

“Stalked in the forest, too close to hide,” Walker lets out a cry, charging at the Goddess. “I’ll be upon you by the moonlight side (Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do,” Minerva blocks his attack, pushing back slightly only to crouch to swipe at his legs, “High blood drumming on your skin, it’s so tight,” Walker dodges her spear, but fails to avoid her kick to his chest, sending him backward. “You feel my heat, I’m just a moment behind.” He brings his shield up in time as her spear barrels down at him. “Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do.”

They continue their one-on-one for several minutes, both coming close to getting the other out of the square and the song changing to ‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways—a favorite amongst the Guardians. The entire time Zemo was mesmerized to say the least. Every move she made was effortless, showcasing strengths and ability to predict Walker's moves.

He hadn’t felt such attraction to a woman in so long. And here he was experiencing a feeling that was almost unfamiliar.

Ultimately Minerva wins the battle in what one would call a divine move. At the peak of the song, Minerva’s golden eyes glow bright resulting in the eyes of the owl headpiece to also glow and become animated. It takes form, coming to life and soars straight at Walker, throwing him off by covering his face.

“What the—uuugh!!” He’s flying through the air, back meeting the harsh ground with an audible groan. The owl leaves him, returning to Minerva and consorting back into a headpiece. When it does her eyes dim back to their normal hue. Her team broke out into whistles and hollars, meanwhile Walker’s were unimpressed.

“Guardians for the win!” Rocket cheered.

“I am Groot!”

“Never underestimate the power of Duran Duran!”

Minerva helps Walker up, “Not bad, soldier.” As she turns to head off the pad, her eyes lock with Zemo’s and a wink is sent his way. Heat rises in the Baron, glancing away to hide his smirk.

Oh boy, trouble was on the horizon.

Next Yelena went against Nebula. Their fight was even more intense and nearly ended in a draw. Eventually Yelena overpowered the cyborg and got her to step out of the square. It was a tie. Groot and Rocket teamed up against Ross in the form of the Red Hulk—which took a lot of convincing—the two claiming the win after fooling the General. Taskmaster beat out Quill, handing his ass to him which had the Guardians in a heap of laughter.

“I enjoyed that more than I should have,” Minerva teases, crossing her arms as she takes a spot beside Zemo. He glances at her, mirroring her expression.

“Not a common occurrence for your friend to lose a fight?”

She scoffs, “You’d be surprised by his record.”

Lastly Bucky went toe-to-toe with Drax, and of course Rocket had to yell, “Take his arm and give it to me!” And well….it ended with them tackling each other out of the square.They didn’t know who won at that point, so the teams were tied 2-2 initiating a debate on who should be crowned the best.

“Okay, let’s call it a day,” Ross announces, ending the squabbling between the groups. “Night’s upon us and frankly I could use a drink. We’ll return here first thing in the morning—7am sharp to discuss the threat and where to go,” he turns to Quill, “we’ve got sleeping quarters arranged for you all if you please. Otherwise my guess is you’ll remain in your ship?”

About an hour later, after both teams settled for the night, Zemo decided to take a walk around the flight line. It became a habit of his since joining the Thunderbolts. A way to clear his mind after a long day of briefings and training. He basked in the peace that came with being alone, but there were times he felt lonely and longing for company to share the peace with.

Ten years since losing his family and the pain never strayed. Yet, he managed to live with it. He accomplished his goal in 2016 when he tore apart the Avengers. Likely is to blame for the loss against Thanos resulting in half of the universe’s population turning into dust for five years.

Did he feel remorse for the consequences of his actions? Possibly. Did he regret it? No. At this rate he’s accepted the reputation he painted himself to be.

“Zemo, correct?” The sudden intrusion spooked the Baron, jumping slightly by the glowing eyes in the darkness. A moment later Minerva stepped into the lighting, eyes dimming to normal. She was still in her suit, though her hair was pulled back, white streaks seeping through the natural color.

“Yes, but you may call me Helmut,” he replied, nodding in greeting to the Goddess.

“Helmut,” she tests the name, “like the headwear people use when they ride bikes or spacesuits?”

“That’s one way to look at it, but yes I suppose so.”

“Interesting. What brings you out this late in the evening?”

He shrugs, “wanted to get away from the constant complaining of my comrades,” eyes go to the sky, “and I like to admire the stars.” Minerva moves to his right, glancing up as well.

“They’re much more incredible up close.” He peers down at her, not bothering to question her judgment. She lives in space after all.

“I bet so. I’m sure the view from here is nothing compared to what you’ve witnessed.”

She shrugs, “These stars you don’t even know if they’re still alive. It took years—possibly millions—for the light to reach Earth.” Zemo looks back up, focusing on the North Star.

“For all we know they burnt out ages ago.”

Their eyes connect, Zemo feeling a weight on his chest by the intensity of her gaze. It’s followed by unease when she says, “Natasha told me about you.”

Instantly he looks away, feeling an unfamiliar wave of dread. “Ah.” Here was a discussion he was not expecting, nor willing, to have.

But Minerva didn’t show criticism. In fact, her gaze and tone resembled understanding. “How do you do it?” The question took him aback.

“Do what, exactly?”

“Align yourself with people who go against what you stand for?” Minerva’s tone wasn’t condescending at all, only curious. “Most of your team are enhanced individuals—two are super soldiers to be exact. You went to many lengths to disband the Avengers and put an end to superheroes,” there’s a slight tilt of her head, eyeing the Baron with intrigue, “but you join a group consisting of people who fall between the spectrum of hero and villain where most are the exact thing you wished to eradicate. Not to mention led by two people you wouldn’t say you share similar moral values with. Why join them?”

For the first time in his life, Zemo was at a loss for words. Not a single word uttered as he tried to comprehend what Minerva had just confronted him with. How could he explain? Hell, he didn’t even know the real truth other than wanting to stay out of his cell. A big price to pay in exchange for freedom.

Minerva spoke again before he could respond, “I once committed an act similar to you,” the surprise is evident on Zemo, “Vengeance against those who were responsible for the death of my loved ones. It’s why I was exiled,” a frown appears, her attention returning to the stars. “So I understand you, probably better than anyone here. Understand why you committed those acts to destroy the Avengers. I don’t fault you for what you did—if I did it would make me a hypocrite. You’re not the villain Ross and the Avengers made you out to be.”

“How so?” His voice is strained, “what have you lost?” He didn’t mean to come off as defensive, but the conversation was bringing up emotions Zemo didn’t want to face.

“As Goddess of War all I knew was bloodshed. How to prevent it and how to fight it. Battle strategy was my domain, and the High Council knew better than to question my judgment,” she releases an exhale, “but Mars, the God of War and my brother, was my ultimate rival. He hated how much our father doted on me and agreed with plans I coordinated. It made him feel inferior. He’d do anything to prove himself.” Her tone remains neutral despite the painful memory surfacing.

Zemo remained quiet, picturing the scene as Minerva relayed it. Though stoic the Baron could see the pain and sadness lurking behind her eyes. Managing it as best she could for the sake of her friends. Who knows how many years it’d been since she lost whoever it was close to her. But the hole would always remain.

“To put it short,” she started again, bidding a glance, “Our home was under attack and his rash decision to slow down the enemy led to the death of my family—my husband and children.” Sympathy arose in the Baron, understanding her anguish, “An intentional move on Mars’ part because he believed I wouldn’t be fit to remain on the High Council after stuffing such a loss, therefore he would take my place as Head Commander of our armies and my father’s second Command.”

“He wasn’t exiled?” The question left Zemo before he could stop it. Confused by how the God avoided persecution for his crime, Minvera was shunned. “Your family was targeted.”

Minerva’s smile was bitter, “because their deaths were a result of war, the High Council viewed it as collateral. They failed to see Mars’ responsibility, believing he didn’t intend to kill them. So, I took it upon myself to bring justice. Not only to Mars but also the High Council.” Her smile fell once more, “I made sure they would pay. And they did, but it was far from over after finishing the job. Those who survived didn’t hesitate to throw me out to the wolves once I was contained.”

Zemo nods his head, “where did you go afterward if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I was imprisoned on Xandar for some time,” well they certainly had some things in common, “Once I escaped I became what your people would call a bounty hunter. Where it led me to meeting those clowns I now call my family,” she pauses before adding, “and escaping prison for a second time. Only it was to save the Galaxy.”

The laugh that escapes Zemo surprises him, “I guess it all worked out then.” Once more they lock eyes, twinkling against the stars shining down above.

“I suppose it did.”

Three Years Later

Zemo raced out the door the moment he awoke to rumbling that shook the foundation of his home. After three years he’d recognize the sound in an instant, only this time it was without warning.

An action that rarely occurred.

Throwing on his coat and house slippers, the clock read 2:30 am, flooding the Baron with worry. ‘What is she doing here at this hour?”

Usually when Minerva drops in she gives Zemo a heads up. A day or two’s notice, but recently he couldn’t get a hold of her and passed it off as the Guardians on a job. With the unexpected visit, so late at night, Zemo instantly knew something was wrong.

Hurrying out to the front lawn right as her ship landed, Zemo jogged to where the stairs extended. When they did, the doors revealed his Goddess, still wearing her suit, standing before him. Zemo noted the exhaustion painting her demeanor. Dark circles beneath her eyes, which appeared dimmer than usual, and scars indicating recently healed wounds.

His arms are around her the moment she’s within distance, her own around his neck, “This is a surprise.”

“Sorry I didn’t call,” the exhaustion was evident in her voice. Barely above a whisper causing Zemo to tighten his hold.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m just glad to see you are okay,” his hand runs along her hair, “wanna tell me what happened?” He hears her sniff, increasing his dread, “Close call?”

“Too many,” her voice cracks and there’s a pause. “We almost lost Rocket. We saved him thankfully, but then we nearly lost Peter. And I almost—,” she stops short, not wanting to relive her near death experience. “This was…it was too much for all of us, Helmut.” A kiss is pressed to her head, offering comfort.

“Let’s get you inside, mein schatz.” Zemo leads Minerva into the home, sitting her in the living room while he goes to put a kettle on the stove. Filling two cups of cherry blossom tea, Minerva’s favorite, he joins her in the living room.

After taking her first sip of the brew, Minerva removes the headpiece from her hair and makes herself comfortable before giving Zemo a play-by-play of the past three days. He stays quiet, listening intently but visibly reacts with each awful detail Minvera relays to him. From the unexpected attack from Adam Warlock, to the disgusting abuse Rocket endured at the hands of the High Evolutionary, to Quill nearly imploading in space had it not been for Adam’s change of heart.

Zemo’s knuckles turned white when Minerva spoke of what happened to her. Anger consumed him and he wished he had been there to protect her. Seeing his distress Minerva placed her hand on his, gently squeezing, “I’m okay, Helmut. I’m here now and we all made it out. There were many close calls, but we’re all alive and that’s what matters.”

Taking her hand, Zemo brought it up to brush his lips against her fingers, softly kissing her knuckles. “I don’t know what I would've done if I lost you, Minnie. I—-,” he stops himself to exhale, squeezing his eyes shut, “I would’ve found a way to fly across the galaxy to avenge you.”

“I know you would,” she murmurs, removing her hand but positioning herself in his lap. Arms snake around his neck, pulling him so they were inches apart. “I’d expect nothing less. Also I’d be a hypocrite considering I would do the same for you.” A playful smirk formed, “I was already plotting when Ross let you get captured by those bastards last year. Had it ended any other way, Ross would cease to exist.”

Zemo snickered, “I see we haven’t really changed completely despite our friends believing the opposite. Neither of us hesitating to return to old ways if it comes down to such circumstances.”

She smirks, “No, I don’t suppose we haven’t.”

“What a pair we are,” leaning in, his lips meet hers in a soft caress. Warmth seeping through his veins. That effortless high he believed he’d never have again after the loss of his family.

But he found it with a Goddess in the stars. Where love swept across the galaxy.

When they pull away after a moment, Zemo keeps his forehead against hers. Gold meeting brown. “I’m not sure I can let you go now, liebling. At least not for a while.”

“You never have to anymore,” her words have him startled, the man pulling away slightly to get a better look at her.

“What are you saying?”

Minerva’s gaze turns soft, though there’s slight nervousness, “After everything we all realized something. We found the family we were searching for, but some of us needed to find ourselves. Peter’s here on Earth to find his grandfather. Mantis is off on her own adventure. Drax and Nebula are on Knowhere to help raise the children we saved from the High Evolutionary. Rocket and Groot are leading a new era of the Guardians. And me,” she stops, emitting a gaze full of love that takes Zemo’s breath away. “I’d like to be here. With you, Helmut. If you’ll have me.”

If his heart could explode from the happiness Zemo was feeling it would. Tears were threatening to prick his eyes, the Baron willing himself to remain composed. “Oh, Schatz,” he croaked, cupping the side of her jaw. “I should be the one asking you that. Of course I’ll have you. I love you more than every star in the galaxy.” With that he kisses her, putting all his love and passion it causes her own eyes to water.

“I love you too,” she kisses him again. They remain on the couch, falling asleep eventually curled up in each other’s embrace. Their last thoughts filled with joy as they awaited the new adventure on the horizon.

An adventure just between them. A reinstated Goddess and a fully pardoned Baron opening the next chapter of their lives. Together.

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ieatadoptmepets · 1 year

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So I just finished gauridans of the galaxy volume 3, spoilers ensue

I cried three times. I don't wanna watch it again and put myself through that agony but I can't wait for it to be on disney+ so I can properly experience that. I can't exactly scream in terror and agony in a crowded theater.

The whole shit with the flashbacks with rocket's friends made me so sad. It was the most gut wrenching thing in any marvel film. Only black panther 2 compares to the emotions of this film

And the music was fucking great. It's always been amazing but the music goes hard. It opens with an acoustic version of creep by radiohead playing and rocket singing alone which is the best. And it ends with the dog days are over playing and everyone is dancing and it's so cute because it paralleled to the dance off in gotg volume 1 and it was so sweet. Drax cried and he danced with the kids my heart melts.

Rocket saving all the baby raccoons and accepting that he is a racoon made me sob all over again like once I started I couldn't stop. There were so many animals there to save and they saved them all because that's what the freaking gaurdians of the galaxy do

Peter freezing in space directly parallels to that scene in volume 1 or 2, we all know it and adam saving him is literally anything. Did anyone else notice when he put his hand out, it looked exactly like that adam and god painting? I mean his name is literally adam, they did that on purpose.

And cosmo, I love her so much. She's such a good dog she's a baby and she's mine I love her so much. I wish she was real because you know what her and krypto would be besties

But again the music because I forgot it was the fourth time I cried. The first end credit scene with rocket and the new gaudians, him asking the little girl what her favorite artist is and her saying britney spears and korn was hilarious. But then rocket saying his favorite song is come and get your love made me sob all over again ajdydjaixjchch. And god the fucking end credits having pictures from volume 1 and 2, my heart can't take this

But enough with the praise, the criticisms:

Why was literally the only Black character the one that reeked of nazism? Why did the entire conflict, all the villains of the movie feel like they drew inspiration from nazis, the holocaust, concentration camps? That shit isn't to be played with for hollywood fun, it's history to be taken seriously. And literally the *only* Black character was the big nazi guy. He's trying to create a perfect society by experimenting on hundreds of species and keeping them trapped in cages. And he does it because he saw the racism and bigotry on earth. So that's fuel for the conservative's fire

It's a good movie but the "subtle" racism just ain't fucking it

#gaurdians of the galaxy #gaurdians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg vol 2 #gotg vol 3 #peter quill #star lord #gamora #drax the destroyer #drax #mantis #groot #nebula #kraglin #cosmo #rocket raccoon

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tommyspeakycap · 2 years

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all for you

success brings john something, but it never brings him happiness. only you could do that.

just a little short one to get back into writing :) inspired by this song by cian ducrot

i roll over, but it’s empty…you used to lay here beside me

Once the cheers of his teammates have died down, when the buzzing in his ears created by the booming stadium finally began dulling, John is haunted by the deafening silence of his home for yet another lonely night.

It’s on days like this that once again John is reminded of the noise he used to come home to. You were always there, bounding through the large house the second you heard him enter the foyer. Your sock covered feet would propel you into him, giggling and congratulating before making some kind of squeezing sound with how tight you would hug him. The dog would yip in delight at the joy of his human parents happiness and his collar would jingle as he bounded around you both.

On the days where those post match greetings were not so happy, the clinking of the dogs collar were still ever present and your soft soothing voice was always there to greet him and tell him how brilliantly he did anyway, and that they would get back at it the very next day.

The house is so fearfully quiet now. No black and white collie collar metal tingling together, nor his paws clicking through the house. No giggling greeting and certainly no you.

He used to blame you for leaving. John couldn’t understand why you would leave him. He had given you everything. This beautiful big house with rooms and a garden fit to home a happy family, birthdays, Christmas’ valentines and anniversaries adorned with gifts and jewellery. There were holidays and dinners, away day travelling in a private jet and only the nicest clothes. How could have given you all of that and you just up and leave him?

He resented you for it.

It took him far too long to realise that all of those things did not matter. Not one of them mattered to you. Any day of the week you would’ve taken a walk with Dean in the park next to John where he could be himself, holding your hands and telling jokes to make you laugh with all his funny stories while the wild dog runs laps around the park over a multi hundred dollar meal in the deafening silence of small talk and absolutely no emotion from your boyfriend.

“How could you name a dog Dean?” He asked once, laughing out his words as he scratched behind the young dog’s ears while Dean licked at his face. “It’s a good name John!” You had protested with a playful pout, “He suits it doesn’t he? Handsome name for a very handsome dog I say, eh Dean?” You coo as he launches himself over to you. “Dean and John, it suits well. I always did love supernatural.” You had giggled afterwards, making John roll his eyes. Dean was always your dog, nearly a year old when you and John moved in together - so it was a no brainer who the dog would go with when you broke up. That didn’t hurt John any less, he’d lived with you two nearly three years and by extension lived with the playful, energetic furry friend too. He couldn’t understand how you could do this to him. Leave, throw everything away and take the dog.

i swallow my pride now ‘cause it’s all on me

John was angry. He was angry for months, furious even. So enraged that he pulled all of the pictures from the walls, the dressers and the frames into a bottom drawer in the wall in closet off the master bedroom he now slept in alone. It took him a while to calm down, to let his heart fall into the hurt phase of relationship grieving. It was in this phase that he began to bring out the pictures again, mostly so he could sort through them enough to even begin to know what to do with them. The empty wall tacs once hidden behind happy beaming pictures were haunting him daily.

So out came the pictures and it hit him like a freight train.

When did he stop loving on you the way he should, and how could he have been so blatantly blind to it?

And all he could think was no wonder you left.

#john stones x reader #john stones imagine #john stones imagines #john stones oneshot #football fics #footballer fics #footie fics #football imagines #footballer imagines #john stones

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lovely-vermin · 1 year

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Kitty cat!

A/N:This was inspired by @swoonbots Welcome home inspiration list and I’ll probably make a lot of stuff based off of that list! GIF was founded on Google under the words ‘Car gif header’ also not proofread,nothing on my page is proofread

Summary:The neighborhoods domestic kitty cat who purrs and cuddles nicely

Warnings?:Y/N is referred to as Kitty or kit sometimes,Sally collects Y/N’s shed fur to make costumes,Hell is said but I don’t consider it a bad word(REMEMBER WELCOME HOME WAS A KID SHOW IN THE CANON ARG! SO THEY USUALLY WON’T CUSS OR WON’T AT ALL THATS WHY IM SAYING THIS!),Eddie’s is larger because he’s my favorite and wanted to write for him more =0]

Romantic or platonic?:Can be seen as either!

Characters:All the cast that I know of! + Matteo

Wally darling

-He’s often seen with you as he cuddles you. He loves your fur! He’ll just pet your head causing you to purr.

-First time he heard you purr he stopped and then smiled widely as he started to pet you more! He doesn’t know why but he LOVES the sound of your purr

-If he’s stress he’ll just hug you as he doesn’t really need to breath and your fur comforts him a lot!

-Smiling as you looked down at your small friend it was such a funny sight to you. “Wally? What happened” his words came out muffled as he didn’t move his face but it did make you giggle!

Barnaby

-he was at first…worried at you as for some reason most Cats and dogs hate each other. Yet you didn’t hate him and he thought it was a complete act

-Once he realized it wasn’t an act he will literally ruffle your fur 24/7

-People believe it’s a contest for y’all to see who gets the most head pats or ruffles from each other…their right as well

-Wally looked around for his two furry friends until he saw them asleep under a tree. You were on Barnaby’s chest as you were the smaller one. “Aww how cute,luckily I have my camera!” He quickly took a picture fast then silently went away.

Sally Starlet

-She loves your fur like it’s odd. Sometime without thinking she ask if she can have your shed fur for costumes which use to surprise you but now you just let her have them

-when she’s stress or overwhelm she cuddles you as your fur comforts her a lot! She falls asleep on your chest sometimes!

-Sometimes she just face plants onto you without warning then fall asleep. It happens at sleepovers mostly as she just only does it at sleep overs.

-“Kitty! Is it okay if I can have some of your old fur?” The fallen star smiled at you as you sighed and got a box out for her. For some reason she uses your shed fur as apparently ‘it’s great for costumes’ yet you just allow it. “Here ya go Sally” “Thank you kitty! You’ll be the first to see the new costume!” The fallen star jogged to her home leaving you to chuckle at her actions.

Julie Joyful

-she was the first one to find out that you purr before anyone else did. The way she found out? You were sleeping in the sun purring making Julie squeal a bit,somehow didn’t wake you up.

-She does ANYTHING to get you to purr. She just LOVES the sound of you purring as somehow it’s music to her ears! Also when her family met you they also LOVED your purring sound,honestly just feel like the rainbow monsters love the sound of purring for no reason

-Julie is mostly seen with you as everyone plus you know that she just loves the fact she can hide in your shadow. Sometime she makes it into a game that she has to stay in your shadow or she loses,she wins often!

-laying in the grass you felt someone lay on top of you but you couldn’t tell if it was Wally or Julie but looking down you saw it was your familiar rainbow monster smiling widely at you. “Heya Jules” “Hi kitty!” “Ya need anything?” “Nah! Just wanna lay on you” “okay jul” that’s how it usually was,you and someone cuddle(or they lay on you) in the grass under the sun as you like the sun a LOT!

Howdy

-He finds you pretty sweet! When he found out you purr he thought he did something wrong as he’s never heard that before until you told them that’s how your species show your love/happiness without saying it. He was so relieved at that

-Now your Fur is a different thing. He knows you can’t control it and that you try and get almost all of it out before coming to his shop when it’s shedding say but when he just sees the fur his ground he kinda gets annoyed but quickly pushes that annoyance away when he remembers it’s sorta difficult for you to shed without help of a tool so his annoyance is over fast!

-He’ll stare at your tail confused,he knows that Barnaby’s sometimes moves when he’s happy and he’s adjusted to it but yours move for no reason!? You’ll have to explain again why it’s like that. He sorta understands but sometimes he’ll get distracted by your swaying tail until someone or something breaks his trance. It’s laughable when the others just see a confused caterpillar look at the swaying cat’s tail as if it’s some unknown object he’s never seen

-The doors bell ring signaling to Howdy someone has entered to see it was you,luckily it wasn’t shedding day. “Heya Kit!” “Heya Howds” the silence was very comfortable as you don’t talk while you shop often but it never did feel awkward as your food was usually calm and collected. Soon you paid for your stuff but you brought out a rock that looked like him. “Here I made you” “Aw thanks kit!” “No problem! Have a nice day Howds!” Howdy smiled and waved by as you left. He’s happy he met you :)

Eddie dearest

-LOVES YOUR PURRING AND CAT EARS! I don’t know why I just feel like if you allow him he’ll pet you ears giggling like a mad man there’s no reason other then he just loves your ears!

-When he heard you purr he stared like the pikachu shocked face meme but then it was a smile. He now knows a lot of ways to make you purr he just loves to hear it!

-When he gets breaks he’ll cuddle you as your fur comforts him a lot. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep when he cuddles you as it just makes him really sleepy! So your not allowed to move if he’s asleep on you basically it’s the reversed If a cat sleeps on you your not allowed to move but instead of you the cat it’s Eddie the mail man

-Currently you were just staring at the little flower that bloomed in your garden you heard Eddie so you sat up to look at him properly. “Hello Ed!” “Hiya Kitty! You got mail from..Your grandpa!” “Hell yeah! Gramp mailed me! Thank you Ed! Hold on! I got something for ya!” The mail man smiled but stood in confusion as you ran inside with your mail quickly. Soon you emerge from your humble of home without your mail but a gift wrapped oh so nicely. “Here! You can open it!” Eddie smiled as he opened it to see a hand made stuffed animal,it was a smiling rainbow making him smile. “Thank you Kitty!” “No problem! Wanted to say thanks for all the hard work you do!” Eddie was smiling the rest of the day more the usually.

Frank

-He’s fascinated by you! I have a feeling he doesn’t really know what cats are completely so when he sees you he wants to learn more about you! With your consent and only telling him what your comfortable with of course! He doesn’t make his neighbors feel uncomfortable!

-When he heard you purr he stared at you shocked for a while until you snapped him out of it. He immediately asked what that sound was as he’s never heard it! You explained to him what you told Howdy making him remember that every time you purr around him

-He likes how soft your fur and cuddles re. He often doesn’t cuddles but Eddie kinda pulls him in to cuddle with you two and once Eddie is asleep he doesn’t move as he knows the ‘Sleeping Eddie’ rule so you two talk about butterflies or anything to pas the time.

-“Heya Frank! Hope I’m not interrupting something!” Frank turned to you smiling a bit. “Nothing at all Y/N,what is it that you needed?” “Oh nothing! Just made ya something as a thanks for helping me get use to living here” he was confused as he looked at the gift until he opened it to see a stuffed animal version of his favorite butterfly with a smiliy face making him now you made it. “Thank you! I appreciate it!” “Of course!”

Poppy!

-She’s curious about you. She doesn’t know if you are kinda like Barnaby or different as you also have a tail and also because I feel like she’s use to running away from cats and not being their friend but she’s willing to learn!

-When you hugged her she experienced what the town calls ‘The fur affect’ that was made because of you. All her worries and anxious thoughts just evaporate into thin air which she loved so she hugs you often as your fur keeps her calm and sorta sane in a way!

-Now your purring she thought you ate a bee and looked kinda scared until you laughed at her reaction confusing her. She understood that the laughter wasn’t mean once you explained what the purring actually meant. She likes hearing you purr but sometimes wonders if you ACTUALLY did eat a bee and just trying to calm her down

-Poppy was hugging you as she felt down and your hugs cheered you up. You were drawing and didn’t mind the fact she was hugging you but you made sure every once in a while she was okay. When you checked up on her now she was asleep making chuckle at your sleepy chicken/hen/bird(I don’t remember what she was sorry!)friend.

Matteo Beloved

-Matteo absolutely loves soft things and your fur being soft made his friendship meter with you SKY ROCKET! He’ll also make you things or come with you to get deshedding tools for you as he sorta needs those tools for someone…that someone is his fluffy ass bear pet that lives with him

-He loves the sound of you purring as it makes him sleepy so he’ll often fall asleep if you two are cuddling and just purr as that is his way to fall asleep. Your somehow the only one to get him on a normalish sleeping routine so take that how you please

-He always ask before he touched your fur as he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable. He loves the softness and when you two are cuddling her tries to burry his face in your fur which is really ticklish so it ends up with him winning and you giggling. Surprisingly as he’s the boogie man he doesn’t really need air so he can just leave his face there until you ask him to get up

-Soft snores came from the boogie man asleep on your chest. You accidentally purr once and now you put him asleep in two seconds. Sighing but smiling you just looked at the sky,it was beautiful so maybe that also helped him fall asleep. Your not allowed to move now as he and Eddie basically share the ‘Do not move the sleeping cat’ rule with you now which is ironic really it was as they fell asleep on the cat aka you and now you can’t move!

#welcome home x reader #welcome home #welcome home arg x reader #can be seen as platonic or romantic #x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #welcome home x you

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birb-boyo · 9 months

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The Chain with My Hero Academia Quirks

Quirks and info about them are under the cut

Time - Mortal Essence

Mortal Essence was something I came up with for my Percy Jackson OC but then I thought of it and was like HELL YEAH so it’s Time’s now

Basically, in my head, god’s have their essence that mortals can’t see or they will die instantly. Like with Semele, Dionysus’s mother, she saw Zeus’s essence and disintegrated immediately

In contrast, a mortal essence is an essence that can make the user have powers on par with gods, or turn the user into a god temporarily

We all know about Fierce right? You know, the war god that can temporarily take over Time’s body? Well, Fierce is Time’s quirk.

Sky - Goddess Guardian

Ok…so maybe he’s the goddess’s guardian but shhhhhhh

This quirk was inspired by Demon Snow, an ability from Bungo Stray Dogs

Basically, Sky has a goddess or an avatar of a goddess who protects him and can and will kill you should he ask her to

He’s best friends with her, don’t worry

I mean, Sun was also in the academy guys, she can and will fuck you up should you try and hurt Sky

That being said, Sun is and isn’t Sky’s quirk

I might say that it’s Farore that’s his guardian instead of Hylia because his girlfriend is Hylia(technically)

Twilight - He technically already sort of has one(Wolfie) but Essence

If you watched My Hero or just know Todoroki’s backstory or you watched Heroes Rising you’ll know that quirks are hereditary

Twilight has sort of inherited Time’s quirk

BUT

He sort of has Malon’s quirk too

Malon has a quirk that allows her to command any animal to do something that she speaks to

But anyway, Twilight’s essence quirk allows him to turn into anything that he has DNA to as long as it is in his system

Plot twist

He can only turn into animals which makes things a little weird for him sometimes

His favorite for in his wolf form(obviously) he enjoys growling at people and he thinks that he looks cool

Warriors - Frost Blades

Warriors is just an ice user. I can sense it in my bones

Frost blades are mostly what they sound like

Blades made out of frost. If he’s mad enough and his quirk loses control, they can be solid ice

How the blades work is, no one but him can hold the blades, without the coldness of his hands, the frost will disperse

Knowing the Captain, he mostly doesn’t rely on them. He’s more like Aizawa, he uses his quirk when he feels like he must

Warriors quirk is mostly lackluster, but trust that he can still very much beat your ass without it

Wild - also technically already has one(bullet time) but Spiritual Connection

Spiritual Connection was thought of because of his whole thing with the other Champions

Wild can see and talk to spirits. He can also use their quirks, if they allow him to take it

Spirits love being around him, and he has probably been suspected of having AFO at some point, but he just has a lot of dead friends

Because why have living friends, when you can have dead ones? :3

Wind - Wind Bombs

Wind deserves bomb rights.

Wind bombs are small cyclones that can and will explode, should Wind make them

He probably blew a kid up once when his quirk first spawned

Parents hate him, but he loves his quirk

It’s a nice warning when you get hit was a wind bomb in your chest (:

Hyrule - Cloned

Hyrule can clone only inanimate objects

You know, like how his sword sort of has a shadow? I don’t feel like getting a picture

But when his enemy gets hit with his sword’s silhouette? Yeah, that’s his quirk

He clones money a fuck too

He’s a rebellious teen probably…idk

Legend - Alteration

Inspired by the whole painting shenanigans in albw

But anyway, Legend’s body is able to adapt to any environment

If he needs to keep up with a long legged person, boom, he has longer legs than they have now and now they have to jog to keep up

Need to get your phone that fell in the crack of your bed? Boom. Thin arm

Need to slip into a crack in a wall to kill that roach, bam, small and skinny

My man is more fantastic than Mr. Fantastic

Four - Mental manipulation

You know how the colors have their respective emotions…but not really…I think

Like Blue is usually characterized as angry a lot

Like that

So with Mental Manipulation, Four can alter someone’s emotions or thoughts

It’s that simple

You’re feeling depressed today? Nah. Have some choccy milk and be immensely happy.

Your significant other is making you nervous with how much you want to kiss them? Nah, Four got you, have some more confidence

You think you’re a sane human being? Nah. Go commit arson

So…yeah

There it is

The Chain and their My Hero Academia quirks

Thank you for reading :3

If you have different ideas for their quirks, I’d love to here them in the comments

Anyway, thanks for reading

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #tloz link #loz link #screams from the shade #my hero academia #character quirks #:3c teehee

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she-lives-in-her-dreams · 1 year

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Swipe City: Part 4 Pre-Cursor

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know any celebrity appearing in this story. It has been years since I have written anything; so, please be kind.

Warnings: Mention of Age Gap (All parties are of legal age; OC is older), Female pronouns used (purely because I’m female and using some of my life experiences as inspiration.)

@mllynne @breakablehcaven

“Soooooooooooo.” Christian cocks an eyebrow at Mason’s weirdness.

“Don’t give me that look, mate. You’ve been in your phone every time we take a break from FIFA.” Mason replies with a stern look.

Christian sighs. Any time Mason gets an idea in his head, he becomes like a dog with a bone and will not let it go. In other words, there is no use in trying to lie to or distract Mason, because he will just dig harder to discover the truth.

Not wanting to deal with more pestering, Christian goes straight for the truth. “I set up a profile on the app you showed me, and I’ve matched with someone. We are suppose to be going out on Wednesday.” Christian grumbles. He knows Mason and prepares himself for what he is fairly certain will follow next.

“YEESSSSSSSS.” Mason yells. Christian cringes. Why couldn’t he have picked one of the other quiet ones to be best friends with?

Mason’s yelling grabs the attention of the other guys causing Christian to sigh again– it’s about to no longer be his private life, but instead their private life.

“What are you on about, Mase?” Jude asks.

“Our resident American has got himself a date on Wednesday.” Mason grins. “And it’s all thanks to my suggesting a dating app.”

Kai looks at him curiously. “You actually followed one of Mount’s suggestions?”

Mason glares at Kai while the others laugh. Christian relaxes a little and reminds himself these are his friends.

As Mason and Kai bicker over who gives the worst suggestions, Reece approaches him.

“So, a date.” Christian blushes and nods. “Yeah, she seems nice so far.”

“She know who you are?” Jude joins the conversation.

“No, I kept my identity hidden when I made the account. We did exchange phone numbers, but we’ve only talked on the phone.”

“You sure she isn’t crazy, mate? I mean she is going out with you and supposedly doesn’t know what you look like.” Ben adds.

Christian balks at the idea. What if Y/N does know who he is and is just lying? What if she figured out his identity based on the picture of his dog or something?

“Chilly, take that negativity out of here.” Reece defends. “I’m sure she is a nice person. Just go with your gut instinct.”

“Ay, I want to see a picture!” Mason yells as he grabs Kai in a headlock. Leave it to Mason to break the tension.

Christian bashfully grins and pulls out his phone. He opens to Y/N’s dating profile and shows the guys as they crowd around him and the phone.

“Damn. She’s beautiful.” “Aww, she’s girl you with the nerdiness.” “Does she have any single friends?”

The compliments keep coming until one causes a deadly silence. “34?” Of course, it was Ben who notices the age.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit old for you, mate? I mean you are young, successful, rich, and handsome. Why not go for someone closer to our ages who can go out and have a good time with us?” Ben questions.

Before Christian can think of a response, Mason speaks up. “I’ve been on dates with women that age and a little older. Those are the best ones, because they don’t typically act crazy and start posting everything on instagram when they figure out who I am. Usually, it’s a bit of a ‘oh, that’s cool.’ and we move onto a different subject. I think it’s a great idea, Chris.”

Reece nods his agreement. Kai shrugs–he doesn’t know what it’s like to date that much older. Jude smiles supportively but awkwardly considering 34 is old enough to be his mother.

“Besides, she could easily pass for 28.” Mason grins and claps Christian on the back. The group laughs as Christian bashfully shakes his head.

Ben smiles and says a little mental prayer that this doesn’t back fire on his dear friend–he doesn’t want to see Christian broken again like his last failed relationship.

#christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic #mason mount #ben chilwell #jude bellingham #reece james #futbol fanfiction #kai havertz #football imagine #fooball imagine × reader #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic imagine

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txemrn · 1 year

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Hii 😍

What if your MC / LI sent the wrong picture to the wrong number? It can be a fun or spicy pic

Bahahaha! Oh PR, the silliness you bring out of me... Thank you for sending me this Ask! 🖤 Here's a short (but I couldn't find an appropriate pic for this, but I'm sure y'all can use your imagination... )🤣

Word Count: ~970

Warning: language; brief crude humor

AN: Some characters belong to Pixelberry; Erin belongs to @kat-tia801; the rest are my random OCs/friend group for the Ramseys; this is pure silliness (that no one should probably read lol) that I'm not even sure if it would actually happen (LOL); BUT it was fun, and it was totally inspired by Grey's Anatomy (IYKYK)

~🖤~

"Oh no!" Tatum whimpers to herself. "No, no, no!"

She stares at her handheld mirror in horror as the intimate area between her thighs appears to be swelling with raised red bumps right before her eyes. She groans in frustration, grabbing a back scratcher, and thrashing it vigorously across her itchy skin.

Her phone pings. She growls in agony, tossing the wooden device across the floor and swiping across her phone.

Ethan: Checking out now. You almost ready?

Tatum's toes begin to curl as her manic desire to tear off her flesh begins to grow. Why did this have to be happening now?

Tonight was the annual "Thankmas" dinner with the Ramsey's closest and dearest friends. Because of PTO blackouts and staffing shortages, it is near impossible for everyone to get together on the actual holidays. So, they pick a weekend between Thanksgiving and Christmas–hence the name– to celebrate together, complete with tons of food, booze, games and gifts.

After they went on a long hike with their dogs during lunch, Ethan went to the liquor store while Tatum started getting ready for the evening. But while sitting at her vanity, she found herself feeling slightly itchy on her inner thighs. Before long, she was rubbing her private areas on the textured fabric of her stool. After drawing blood with her fingernails, she started using more blunt objects.

She knows better than to scratch, but this sudden rash was unbelievably miserable. Where the heck did this come from?

Tatum: Do you mind stopping at Rite Aid?

Ethan: ???

Tatum's phone pings again, this time receiving a message from their Thankmas group chat.

THANKMAS 2022

Julian: does everyone have the address?

Bryce: we're good! On our way

Victor: yes, parking in the back? We're heading that way

Shit. Everyone was already heading to the Santiago's home, and here she was, more interested in investing in a stainless steel cheese grater. Christ, she needs alcohol. And a new va-jay-jay.

Her phone pings.

Ethan: what do you need?

Tatum: I have a rash.

Ethan: Lovely.

Tatum: I'm serious, and I'm pretty sure I've clawed off my epidermis.

Ethan: Do you think it's from our hike?

Tatum: Shit. Our hike... remember when I needed to pee?

Tatum: Shit! This might be poison ivy!

Tatum: 😭

Ethan: where is it?

Tatum switches to her phone's camera function, and takes a quick shot of her inner thigh and partial visual of her labia. But, before she can send the pic of her puffy bottom, Tatum's cell alerts her of an incoming message from the Thanksmas group.

THANKMAS 2022

Julian: Ramseys: haven't heart from you. You good? Heading this way?

Tatum scoffs, rolling her eyes. Give me a second, Jules!

She clicks on Ethan's contact, pulling up the last message they were a part of. She pastes the picture of her swollen areas and clicks send.

She starts googling various over-the-counter remedies for itching relief, all of which they do not keep readily in their medicine cabinet.

Picking out a more comfortable outfit for the evening, Tatum's phone suddenly begins to ping incessasntly of text messages.

What?

The pings finally stop, only to be interrupted by her ringtone, alerting her of a phone call. She looks at the screen, Ethan's name illuminating.

"Hey," she answers pathetically, but she is quickly cut off.

"Tatum, what the fuck!?" Ethan restrains a roar.

"What–?"

"The picture, Tate!"

"Isn't it awful?" She begins to scratch again. "Do you think it's poison ivy?"

"I don't know," he barks sarcastically, "let's ask one of our friends what they think is on your vagina!"

"Huh?" Tatum swipes through her phone and realizes her mistake: she sent her infected crotch shot to their closest friends. First, she had a message from her best friend Erin Winters-Lahela.

Erin: IS THAT YOUR KITTY-CAT?!

Erin: HELL! WTF DID ETHAN DO TO YOU!??!

Then she clicked on the group message

THANKMAS 2022

Bryce: is that a raw turkey?

Bryce: are we having turkey?

Julian: LMAO! Looks more like a pussycat...

Bryce: oh snap 😱

Erin: Bryce, you better stop looking!

Erin: tabbing

Erin: down

Julian: a hairless one...

Erin: to

Chelsea: JULIAN MOISES! STOP LOOKING!

Chelsea: Tatum WTF?!

Erin: get

Victor: is that poison ivy?

Erin: pic

Erin: off

Erin: the

Abigail: Victor and I agree. We enlarged the pic. It looks like poison ivy. Our daughter had that this summer. U need some cortisone. I have a homemade jar of cortisone, essential oils and oatmeal u can have.

Abigail: I wouldn't wear any underwear if I were u.

Julian: that kitty needs some attention, Ethan

Julian: and she's going to be without panties?!

Ethan: JFC

Erin: screen

Julian: I volunteer to help if she can't reach. With the ointments.

Chelsea: JULES! SHUT UP!

A sudden queasiness hits Tatum's stomach. "Oh no–"

"Oh yes!" Ethan sighs, his irritation apparent.

"Oh my God, we can't go now. Oh my God, don't make me go--"

"Tate," he exhales heavily into silence. "Let's get you taken care of first. Let me grab some ointment." He sighs in irritation again. "I'm calling the ER--"

"The ER?"

"You need steroids--"

"Ethan!" She panics, tears forming in her eyes. "I just flashed my cooch to our best friends! I don't want anyone else from the hospital to see it--" She is interrupted by a deep chuckle coming over the receiver. "Ethan Jonah Ramsey... are you... laughing at me?" Ethan's snickers turn into a heavy laughter as Tatum begins to see red. "This isn't funny, Rams!"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he clears his throat. "But I do have good news for you."

"Hrmm?"

"I just looked up who was covering ER tonight, and luckily it's someone who's already seen your crotch."

"Huh?" Tatum curiously mutters. "Who?"

Ethan tries to stifle his titters. "Um... that would be Dr. Tobias Carrick."

~🖤~

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