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mrsbarnesblog · 6 months

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Do you want me to help you?

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Summary: As you and Bucky spend time at your place, things get hot pretty fast.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: +18❗️smut, subby Bucky, he's jetting his first blow job, come eating.

Author's note: enjoy<3

It was another Friday night when you invited Bucky to your place so you could order some food, watch movies, and cuddle under the blankets.

You and Bucky met almost six months ago at the coffee shop. You were walking in when someone suddenly bumped into you, and you ended up lying on the ground with a large coffee stain on your pink blouse. The man who caused this mess ended up being an Avenger. Sergeant Barnes, a former Winter Soldier, was really cute when he got all nervous and couldn’t stop apologizing for the situation. He said that he really needed to be somewhere else, so he took your number with a promise to pay you for everything and ran away, leaving you with shock and excitement bubbling in your body.

You were too stunned to speak, because not only was it an Avenger, but it was Bucky fucking Barnes—the person whose whole biography you willingly studied in school. He was much taller than you imagined and definitely more attractive. His apologies seemed to be really sincere, so you were just stupidly nodding while he was speaking. Bucky asked for your phone so he could call himself and have your number until he would have time to properly make amends.

Then you didn’t know that you had just met your future boyfriend.

Soon he called you and asked you to meet him at the cafe, and you agreed without any hesitation. He was too sweet for his own good, and that minidate was one of the best experiences that you’ve ever had.

Now, you don’t know how you ended up in this situation, but you were sitting on Bucky’s lap on your couch while the two of you were too lost in the kiss.

Of course, you have already kissed, but most of the time it wasn’t too rough or desperate. You knew that Bucky had hard times trusting people, so you didn’t push him with anything. You were happy just to be with him, and if he needed time to start touching you or have sex, it was okay.

But right now, something has changed. His hands were gripping your thighs, pushing you harder on his erection in the jeans. Bucky kissed you like a starving man; his tongue was in your mouth, and he had already bit your lower lip several times. You were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t even notice that you started moving your body against his.

At that moment, he came to his senses, stopped your hips with his hands, and pulled out of the kiss, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" You asked while trying to catch your breath. "Was it too much?"

"I don’t know." He looked you in the eyes, and you saw that his own were much darker than usual. "It was too long ago, and I'm not sure that I’m ready right now." He looked down as if he were ashamed to say this.

"That’s okay, baby, I promise. We can go at your own pace. I didn’t have sex for some time too, so that’s okay." You smiled at him while your hand found a place on his stubbled cheeks.

"It’s not just a few years." He mumbled.

"What?"

"I haven’t had sex since I went to war." Silence fell on you while you were trying to process his words.

"Wait… really?" He nodded.

"You know, while I was with HYDRA, I was busy with different… things. And after that, I was just trying to get back to a normal life."

"I see, but I really thought that you at least were with someone in Bucharest or in Wakanda."

"No. In Bucharest, it was unsafe to even go out in the streets, and in Wakanda, every woman was for me like a sister, you know? You are the first one who I wanted to know as more than a fri-Oh, shit!" He suddenly gasped. You just wanted to move a little bit, but instead, you accidentally touched his erection.

"Oh my God, I’m sorry!"

"T-that’s okay, just don’t move, please. It will disappear." Bucky threw his head back on the couch and closed his eyes tightly.

"Do… do you want me to help you?" You asked almost innocently. "I mean, we don’t have to have sex, but I can do other things to help your problem."

There was another awkward silence when Bucky opened his eyes and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You don’t have to do that. Really."

"What if I want to?" You moved closer to his face, almost touching his lips. "Would you let me take care of you?"

Bucky’s eyes were dark again, full of need and lust. Finally, he nodded slightly. You gave him another sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, and not wanting to waste any more time, you slipped from his lap onto the floor.

"Wait! You want to—you don’t have to—I mean– fuck." Bucky hid his face behind his hand from embarrassment. You act like a fucking child.

"Hey, baby. Talk to me. It’s okay." You put your hands on top of his, pulling them away. "What happened, James? You thought I meant to help you with my hands?"

"Mhm. I’ve never done this before." He mumbled something that you almost didn’t understand. Bucky's face was pink, so you put your hands on his burning cheeks to calm him down. "I’m sorry that I’m such a mess."

"You’re not a mess, Bucky. So you’ve never got a blowjob? Even before the war? I thought you were a ladies’ man." You asked gently.

"I was, but back in the day, it was hard to find a girl that would do it just because, you know? Sex was more available because blowjobs were more intimate, I guess. And I’ve never had real relationships, sooo." He just shrugged, feeling even more embarrassed.

"I understand. And that’s okay if you don't have experience in something. You don’t have to be ashamed, at least not with me. I still want to do this, if you don’t mind." Bucky nodded again before leaning closer to your face and kissing you with passion.

While you were kissing, your hands slipped from his face, running across his chest and abs, right to the bottom of his jeans. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed Bucky back onto the sofa. As soon as the pants were unbuttoned, he helped you pull his clothes lower, and you gasped.

His beautiful dick was standing right in front of your face. Hard, thick, with a vein from one side and pre-cum leacking from the tip. Honestly, you’ve never found them attractive, but it seemed like Bucky was perfect everywhere, so the sight before your eyes made your mouth water.

"Holy shit." You breathed out as your hand wrapped around him, and the fingers barely even touched each other. Your boyfriend’s body instantly tensed; he was not used to this kind of touch. You gave him a few strokes, seeing how his eyes rolled back in pleasure and a tiny moan escaped his mouth. "You know, that’s a shame that no one put this pretty cock in their mouth." You smiled as Bucky’s ears got pink from your praise. "Look at me."

As soon as he did as you told him, you looked directly into his eyes and licked him from the bottom to the top, swirling your tongue around the tip. The taste instantly filled you, and you slightly moaned, sending vibrations down Bucky’s body.

He tried to hold himself together. He really did. But the sight of you on your knees, looking him in the eyes with his cock in your mouth, He completely lost it and let out the loudest moan that he had ever made. Both metal and flesh gripped the sides of the couch, but the pleasure was too intense, and he was overwhelmed.

You started moving your head up and down, still looking Bucky in the eyes. The tip of his dick met your throat, but there were still a few inches left.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, holy shit!" He whined and threw his head back.

You let him slip out of your mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and started stroking him with a hand, using the mixture of your saliva and Bucky’s pre-cum to make it easier.

"Put your hand on my head, baby. Do whatever you want." Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then his right hand fell on top of your head and made a messy ponytail. You smiled and put your lips back on his dick, gently licking and sucking the tip. The hand on your head slightly pushed you down, and you allowed Bucky to control you.

He slipped back into your mouth until his head touched the back of your throat. You started moving on your own, but Bucky’s hand was still tightly holding your hair as he was showing you the pace that he liked. Your eyes were watering, and saliva was dripping down your chin, but you didn’t care about it when your boyfriend was such a mess.

Bucky’s eyes were partly closed as he was trying to look at the beautiful view before him. Your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock, and it was probably the hottest thing that he had ever seen. He couldn’t hold back the small moans escaping his mouth because it was too good—feeling your warm and wet mouth around him. He tried not to push you too hard, but from time to time his grip tightened and his hips moved by themselves, making you choke.

"Doll." Bucky moaned. "Please, baby, I’m so close, oh my– fuck." He instantly pushed you lower, but you didn’t seem to mind. Instead, you moaned around his cock, lifting your free hand on his torso under the shirt. You felt that his body was tense, and the muscles under your fingers were trembling. You knew that Bucky was close, so you ran your nails over the hot and soft skin. "Doll– doll, you should move. I’ll cum– fuck, please." Bucky whined and tried to take you off of him, but you didn’t let him and instead swirled your tongue around him.

You felt it before it happened: Bucky’s body tensed, his cock twitched, and a loud moan filled the room. In a second, your mouth was filled with a warm, a little bit salty, and a little bit sweet seed. You moaned at the taste, still sucking his dick until you knew that he had completely finished, and only then swallowed every single drop.

Bucky’s hand fell out of your hair on the sofa near him, and he was sitting there almost senseless with heavy breathing and closed eyes. You helped Bucky put himself back into pants and then sat on his lap again.

"James?" You gently put your hand on his face.

"Mm." Bucky finally opened his eyes, and you have never seen him in this condition: sleepy, relaxed, with a tiny, lazy smile on his face. "Can’t believe that you just did it, doll. It was better than any sex that I’ve had in my life." He leaned into your touch. Bucky grabbed your face and dragged you closer until you two connected in a kiss, and he could taste himself on your tongue.

"I’m glad you liked it."

"Liked? Doll, you almost sucked my soul out." He chuckled. "Now I have to pay back." Suddenly, one warm and one cold hand were under your pajama shorts.

"Not today, baby. You’re tired. Would you stay for a night?" You bumped your nose with his, leaving light and short kisses on his lips.

"Of course, doll."

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i-am-baechu · 2 months

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♡ Summary: Kim Seokjin is a popular cardiologist at Map of Seoul Hospital. Everyone looks up to him, especially a rookie named L/N Y/N.

♡ Pairing: Doctor! Seokjin! x Rookie Nurse! Y/N

♡ Rating: Explicit (18+)

♡ Genre: Doctor Jin!, Nurse reader, Jin is a little turd, Y/N is cheerful and outgoing, love at first sight, fluff, romance, comedy, angst and smut

I was eighteen when everything made sense for me.

I was on a school trip and I was going around town with my friends. The spring just hit the city and the petals fell from the trees onto the busy streets. Writing in my notebook about the different sights was hard to do because there was no surface to write neatly. How was my teacher expecting nice work? I just tried my best to write it as neatly as I could.

I saw a little shop that was selling little charms and I couldn’t stop myself. There was a cute cat that was holding a heart, they were all cute but one caught her eye. It was a hamster holding a heart that said LUCK in bold letters. She gently picked it up and the shopkeep smiled at me, “Interested?”

“Yes...how much?”

The older lady shook her head and took the charm, “No worries. It’s free for you.”

I was confused and tilted my head at her, “Free? Why-”

“It can give you luck in the future with your job, education and more importantly love.”

“Love?”

The lady nodded her head and handed me a special red velvet bag with gold symbols, “Good luck.”

I waved good-bye to her and walked away with a little smile on my face. Love. I have always wanted love ever since my mom told me about her love story with my dad. It just sounded so perfect and beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to fall in love with their soulmate?

It was an empty street and it was pretty with the flowers covering the park cars. I put my hair in a low ponytail and continued to walk to the next place that was on the paper. I saw a light pink tissue on the street and I looked up to see an older woman with her bike. I picked up the tissue and ran towards her, “Excuse me, you dropped this.”

All of a sudden, she fell to the floor. I took off my sweater and placed it under her head. I looked around me and I saw an epipen. I picked it up and looked at her face to see it was swollen alongside her arm. She stared at the epipen and started to panic. She had never used an epipen, she’s only ever seen it on TV.

“Help!! Someone, help!!”

“What’s happening!?”

She looked up and saw an older man making his way to her. His eyes were kind and his smile made her feel okay. He kneeled next to her and pushed some hair behind the older lady, “It’s going to be okay. Seokjin! I need your help!”

She turned her head and her eyes widened when she saw a handsome man around her age. He glanced at her but didn’t say anything. She watched them help the lady but her eyes never left “Seokjin”. He was so handsome and he knew what he was doing. The older man turned to her and gave her a soft smile, “Call an ambulance okay. She’s going to be okay thanks to you.”

“Okay.”

I watched the older lady getting rolled behind the ambulance and I stared with nervousness. Just then I felt a hand on the top of my head and she looked up to see “Seokjin” smiling at me, “You did great.”

“Th-Thank you...my name is L/N Y/N.”

He ruffled my hair and started to walk to the ambulance but he looked back at me, “My name is Seokjin. We’ll take her to the Map of Seoul Hospital where I’m a residency at, she’s going to be okay.”

I nodded my head and watched him enter the ambulance with the older man. She continued to watch until the ambulance was out of her sight. I figured out what I wanted to do with my life and it was all thanks to Seokjin. I wanted to be a nurse to support Seokjin.

Y/N stared at the hospital with a smile on her face, it was actually happening. She spent five years working on becoming a nurse. The amount of tests she took and all the studying paid off for this moment. Her grip around her bag strap tightened and she nodded her head, “Let’s go..”

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year

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The Way You Miss Me | Joel Miller (Chapter Three)

Your father hosts his annual end of summer cookout with the Miller family invited along. When the teasing between you and Joel becomes too much to handle, you sneak away together before talking to Joel about the future.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings | Smut, oral sex (M receiving) and alcohol consumption. Nothing else I can think of.

Word Count | 3.8K

Authors Note | Thank you for all the love and support for this story so far. I'm so glad you're all enjoying it. Things will look a little different next chapter as we all know what September brings don't we? I can't wait for you guys to read what I've got planned for upcoming chapters. If you enjoyed this chapter then please let me know - pop into my ask box with the love, reblog or just like - it makes my day!

The end of summer was fast approaching and with it the sense of doom that the life you’d be living over the summer would soon be gone. It had been three weeks since you’d spent the night with Joel and you were the happiest you think you’d ever been. You’d managed to steal two more nights with him since then and he’d kept good on his promise to not ignore you whenever you’d been looking after Sarah. He’d come in through the door and have you pressed up against the wall in seconds with his lips on yours.

September was just around the corner which brought with it its own challenges. You’d soon be starting classes for your master’s degree and although you were excited and staying with your dad meant you’d still be able to look after Sarah and see Joel, there was no denying this would change things. You’d be busier with studies and have more obligations away from the little bubble you’d quickly built with Joel.

Shaking off your thoughts you continued to get ready. It was tradition that your dad held a BBQ at the end of summer, usually always falling on the last weekend in August. This year was no different, all the usual suspects had been invited – your neighbours and some of your dad’s friends from the bar he often went to – you’d invited Emma who had graciously accepted, but this year there would be the addition of Joel, his brother Tommy and Sarah. Your dad had invited them as a thank you for a job well done on their previous project and to thank both Joel and Tommy for agreeing to help on an even bigger project that was coming up.

It had been a few days since you’d last seen Joel and although you were excited to be able to see him, things would be different. For one, your dad still had no idea there was anything going on between the two of you and you weren’t about to announce it to every man and his dog who decided to come tonight by getting too close to him or risking the desire to touch him. For another, the rest of Joel’s family were there – you didn’t know how much he’d told Tommy, if anything, about the two of you but you were sure Sarah was still oblivious to what was going on and that’s how you intended to keep it.

You could hear your dad calling you from downstairs. He needed help setting the drinks in the cooler and taking the food out of the fridge. Taking one last look at yourself in the mirror you sighed. You’d picked a thigh length sundress – it was pale blue and sat snugly on your hips and curves. A matching set of nude underwear was on underneath, hoping that at some point in the evening you’d have Joel alone long enough for him to reach a hand up your dress and squeeze your ass. If you couldn’t touch him in public, you were certainly going to tease him instead.

***

“So, how’re things gonna play with your girl tonight, brother?”

Joel groaned inwardly, flicking a look in the rear-view mirror to look at Sarah. She had her headphones on and seemed to be in her own world. She didn’t need to hear this conversation.

“She’s not my girl Tommy,” Joel spoke gruffly, refusing to look at his brother who was driving, “And even if she was, nothin’ would be going on tonight anyway, I’m not stupid.”

Tommy shot a knowing look in Joel’s direction, “Right, not stupid,” A laugh almost falling from his mouth, “Sleepin’ with the boss’ daughter is definitely not stupid.”

Joel hit Tommy square on his arm for that, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to act as a warning, “I swear to god you’re a liability Tommy,” He hissed, “You cannot talk like that tonight, okay?”

“As if I would, old man,” Tommy replied, holding his hands up quickly in a show of surrender before returning them to the wheel, “But she’s definitely your girl Joel, if you’re asking me to babysit Sarah so you can drive around the back streets for hours then she’s definitely something.”

Joel sighed knowing Tommy was right. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. Two nights of having you wrapped up in his bed and countless late evenings spent hopping in his truck, parking three streets over from your house and waiting for you. Watching as you slid into the passenger side of his truck and wasted no time in planting your lips to him. Laughing as you both slid into the back seats of his truck to fuck as quickly as humanely possible because he dropped you back at home, spent but aching for me. He had it bad.

“Look, we’re just tryin’ to take things slow alright?” Joel explained, finally looking at his brother, “Hell, she’s back to school soon so I don’t know, might find someone her own age.”

Tommy gave a nod and went to open his mouth to say something but ultimately decided to keep his mouth shut, spending the rest of the short drive in silence. When they arrived there were already a fair few trucks parked out the front, at least they didn’t have the awkward situation of being the first there.

Sarah jumped out of the car first, making sure her bag was slung over her shoulder. Joel went to ask her to take her headphones off but turned around and saw she’d already done it. Tommy grabbed the packs of beers from the trunk and they walked up to the front door. It was propped open so Joel pushed it out and could see right down through the living room and out into the garden where a few people were milling about, beers in hand.

Tommy gave Joel a slap on the back as he led them through the house and out to the back.

***

“Ahh boys, so glad you could make it!”

You watched from your bedroom window as the Miller family arrived into the backyard. Joel and Tommy both gave your dad one of the classic man hug greetings and you watched as your dad outstretched his hand to Sarah who shook it gladly.

“So are we going to spend all evening hiding up here?” Emma spoke behind you, she was stretched out on your bed with a cigarette sat between her lips, unlit, and a half-finished margarita in her hand, ”Because in about twenty minutes I’ll be gasping for a smoke and my drink will be empty.”

“Emma you’re not helping.” You groaned, pulling your gaze away from watching Joel bend over the cooler to pick up a beer for him and his brother, “I’m freaking out.”

“Why?” She asked, turning so she was facing you on one side, “You’ve spoken to this guy hundreds, if not thousands of times, I assume sometimes whilst he’s naked, this is going to be a walk in the park.”

“Oh my god Emma stop it,” You moaned, plonking yourself down to sit on the floor with your back against the wall, “I’ve never had to speak to him in front of my dad after spending days having sex with him.”

Emma looked at you before standing up, “We are not doing this, come on!” She exclaimed, pulling at your wrists to pick you up off the floor.

Before you had a chance to protest, she’d managed to get our arm twisted behind your back and was pushing you out of the bedroom door, only letting go once you’d started down the stairs and had nowhere else to go but out of the backdoor and into the garden. You really did hate her sometimes.

“Ahhh there she is!” Your father exclaimed when he spotted you and Emma in the garden, “Come and say hello to the Millers.”

Sarah was the most excited to see you, pulling you into a hug and showing you the nails she’d painted the night before.

“I used those polishes you gave me; do you like them?” She’d asked, extending her arms so you could look at her hands.

“They’re lovely, Sarah!” You exclaimed, taking a closer look at the tiny blue flowers she’d attempted to draw on.

“You must be the lovely girl who relieved me of any and all baby sitting duties,” Joel’s brother spoke once Sarah had moved away to sit with the group of children who’d also been brought with their parents, “Tommy.” He extended his hand.

You shook it gladly, grateful for any interaction that would keep you from having to look at Joel. You’d never met Tommy before but between your dad and Joel’s stories you knew he could be a handful. Glancing behind you, he would have been just Emma’s type if she hadn’t have recently decided she wanted to explore her sexuality and had promptly realized she liked women more than men.

“Sorry, I guess I needed the money more than you did.”

Tommy chuckled before letting your hand drop. Only one person left. Your eyes shifted from Tommy up to his brother who was stood just behind him.

“Hey Joel.” You spoke quietly, expecting him to outstretch his hand to shake like Tommy had.

“Hey Darlin’,” He spoke, shocking you completely as he pulled you in for a hug, “How’re you holdin’ up?”

You stepped back trying to hide the shock on your face that he’d gone for a greeting so physical in nature, “I’m okay,” You answered, “Although I’m thirsty, I’m gonna head in to grab a drink, y’all need anything?”

Once you’d established that no-one needed anything, you turned on your heel and headed back into the kitchen where Emma was already whipping up a drink.

“See, that wasn’t too bad was it?” She asked, adding ice into the cocktail shaker, “He hugged you and neither of you spontaneously combusted.”

You shot her a warning look across the kitchen and island which she in turn gave right back to you as she shook the cocktail, pouring it into two glasses before pushing one towards you, “Now for goodness sake, get that down you and starting having fun.”

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You had to admit that with a few of Emma’s margarita’s flowing through your system you’d loosened up a lot. You could now steal glances at Joel from across the garden without your cheeks turning red and the one time he did catch you looking, you were able to share a glance and a wink to each other without squealing.

Your dad had finally served all the food and the guests were all either stood around eating from plates or sat on the various bits of furniture around the place talking with a drink in their hand. You had to admit it was nice. The sun was just beginning to set, bringing a little breeze to the evening to cool everyone off. You deposited your empty plate on the table in front of you before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom.

Across the garden, Joel felt Tommy elbow him in the side to grab his attention.

“What?” Joel asked, turning to face him.

In a low voice Tommy replied, “Your girl has just gone inside and I swear if you don’t follow her we’re going home, I can’t stand anymore of the eyes you two are makin’ at each other.”

Joel rolled his eyes at Tommy but had to admit he was right. He’d been stealing glances at you all night. Watching as you spoke to your friend Emma or interacted with Sarah. He’d imagined running his hands up your thighs to cup your ass in that delightful dress you had worn, imagined sneaking off somewhere to put his mouth on your pussy and make you cum as fast as he could. It was a miracle with all the thoughts flowing through his brain that he hadn’t had to excuse himself to the bathroom to calm himself down. He silently handed Tommy his empty plate announcing to the small group they were sat with that he was excusing himself to the bathroom.

You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs as you washed your hands in the sink. Taking a quick moment to smooth your hair and take aa breath, you opened the door and walked right out to Joel Miller leant against the wall.

“Hi Joel.” You spoke quietly, letting the bathroom door close behind you.

“Hey darlin’,” He replied, holding out a hand to you which you took without thinking, letting him pull you close to him, “I’ve wanted to do this all night.”

You looked up at him as one of his hands slipped around your waist to pull you flush to his body before his mouth was on yours. It was a tender kiss, soft and full of want and when he pulled away you were a little breathless.

“We have to be careful,” You whispered, “I want you so badly Joel.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before cupping your face in his hands, “Everyone is pretty distracted downstairs, I think we could spare a couple of minutes.”

You looked into his eyes, arousal pooling in your tummy at his suggestion. It was dirty and dangerous to think about fucking him when your dad was just outside but this whole situation had done something to you that you couldn’t explain. You’d never been a risk taker but the thought of letting Joel fuck you when your dad was mere meters away was thrilling.

You took hold of his hand and dragged him to the end of the hall and into your room. As soon as the door was shut behind you, Joel had you pressed up against the door and was trailing wet, open mouth kisses across your neck and collarbone whilst his hand trailed a light path up your thigh and under your dress.

“Did you wear this for me darlin’?” Joel asked, “Wanted to get me all worked up thinking about putting my hands underneath this little dress?”

You let out a soft moan at his words as his hands trailed further up your thigh to rest on your hip whilst his lips continued to kiss over the skin of your neck.

“You think it’s fun to tease me, huh?” He asked, “Get me all excited to think about bending you over and fucking you?”

“Joel…” You moaned, “Please baby, I need you to touch me.”

He gave a chuckle and removed his hands from your hips and his lips from your neck before taking a few steps back from you. You looked at him and couldn’t imagine what you must look like, chest heaving and skin red from excitement.

“You’ve been a little naughty though darlin’,” He spoke, “I think you need to make it up to me after all that teasing, don’t you think?” You watched intently as he slowly undid his belt, pulling it through the loops and discarding it on the floor. A smirk grew across your face at his insinuation. He wanted you to suck his dick. You walked slowly over to him and used one of your hands to press it to his chest, pushing him just enough to have him sit on the edge of your bed.

Joel’s eye didn’t leave yours as he watched you slowly sink to your knees in front of him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had sucked him off and he was far too excited by the prospect of having your pretty little mouth on him.

“Take your jeans off.” Your voice was demanding, and Joel did as he was told, undoing the button and the zipper and pushing them down to his ankles along with his underwear.

You knew you were on the clock and as much as you wanted to spend hours teasing him you knew you didn’t have that luxury. You brought a hand to grip the base of his cock, reveling in the low moan that fell from his lips as you did. You used your hand to move up and down the length of his shaft whilst you peppered kisses to his thighs and abdomen to tease him as much as time would allow.

“Baby,” you heard a throaty voice speak from above you, “I need you to put me in your mouth.”

You grinned up at him, more than happy to oblige. You started by locking your lips around the head of his cock, using your tongue to run slow licks around it. Almost immediately you felt Joel’s hand tangle in the hair at the back of your head, gently pressing you forward. You opened your mouth wider and took as much of him down your throat as you could, using your hand to jerk what you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

“Jesus baby that’s good.” Joel praised from above you.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, keeping his gaze locked on yours as you moved your mouth up and down the length of his cock, watching as his breathing got heavier the longer he looked at you.

“I’m not gonna last long darlin’,” He spoke again, but there was a glint in his eye as he watched you, “How about you let me fuck your mouth baby?” He asked, “I need you to make me cum.”

“Do what you want Joel.” Was your simple reply.

He pushed you back a little so he could stand up before guiding his cock back to your mouth. He started off with slow thrusts into your mouth, holding you still with a hand tangled in your hair again. He certainly wasn’t going to last much longer like this, watching down as you swallowed his cock. When he was sure you were used to the sensation he sped up a little, thrusting deeper into your mouth. The feeling of your throat tightening around him when you choked a little had him on the edge in minutes.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna cum,” He managed to force out of his mouth, “Where do you want me.” He pulled back just long enough for you to answer.

“I want you in my mouth Joel, I want to know how good you taste.”

He did as he was told, letting your lips wrap around him once more – his thrusts into your mouth were sloppy and you could tell it would take very little to tip him over the edge so in order to help him out you took one of your free hands to cup his balls, massaging them at the same time as your mouth slid up and down his shaft. Within seconds Joel was moaning and you felt the first ropes of cum settle on your tongue as he held your head still.

Once Joel was absolutely certain that you’d drained him of what he was worth he pulled himself away from you, watching as you winked at him from your place on your knees. He watched you swallow his cum and stick your tongue out like a child showing their parent they’d finished swallowing a tablet.

“Jesus darlin’ that was good.” He breathed as he pulled his clothes back on and worked on getting his belt back through the loops.

He helped you stand, pulling you into a kiss as he did so, “I think if we spend any longer up here people are gonna start talking baby,” He breathed, “I promise I’ll come back later once Sarah is asleep to make sure I say thank you.”

You smiled at him, taking hold of his hand before bringing it to your pussy, still covered in your underwear. You felt his fingers skim under the fabric under your guidance and watched his eyes widen as he felt how slick you were from just sucking his cock.

You took his fingers from your pussy and brought them to him mouth with your hand, watching as he licked your wetness from his fingers.

“Just a little taste of what you’ll get later.”

***

Later that evening just as he’d promised, Joel had waited in his truck in your usual place before driving out of town. He’d made good on his promise to say thank you, spreading you out on the backseat to eat your pussy. He’d kept you there for what felt like hours, coaxing three orgasms from you, before he made you sit on his lap to ride him where he’d managed to pull another two orgasms from you before finishing himself.

You were spread out, leaning against his back with his arms around you in the backseat of his truck, enjoying the silence of the countryside.

“What are you thinking about, darlin’?” He asked, running a hand through your loose hair.

“That I don’t want this summer to end,” You answered honestly, “Everything is going to change isn’t it?”

“It is?” Joel asked back, “Sure you’re gonna be busy with school but you’ll still be around, you can babysit Sarah when you’ve got time and I promise I’ll make as much time as I can to see you.”

“Don’t you just wish things could have been different?” You ask.

“How so?” “I mean, maybe I could have been older or met you normally at a bar or something, instead of you having to be my dad’s friend and colleague,” You were thinking out loud at this point, “I just wish we didn’t have to sneak around like this, I just want everyone to know you’re mine.”

You felt Joel sigh behind you, and you were worried you’d overstepped the mark until he started talking again, “I don’t think I’d change a thing,” He answered honestly, “All that matters is that we’re here, together. Sure, it’s unconventional and all hell will break loose once we decide to tell other people, but I want to enjoy this while we can.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of your temple before glancing at the clock in the front of the car, “I should get you back darlin’.”

You lifted your head to look up at him, Joel opting to plant a chaste kiss on your lips before you both moved to put your clothes back on and head home.

One the drive back Joel held onto your hand with the one he wasn’t using to drive, “I promise you darlin’ this will be fine,” You turned to look at him, “I wanna do right by you and I promise once we’ve started on this job with your dad I’ll find a way for us to tell people.”

All too soon his truck was parked a few streets over from your home and it was time to leave, Joel pressed one last kiss to your mouth and then to the hand that was still clasped in his own.

“Goodnight darlin’,” He said, “I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“Goodnight Joel.”

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#Joel Miller #Pedro Pascal #the last of us #the last of us hbo #Joel miller smut #Joel miller fic #Joel miller x female reader #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x you #Joel miller fan fiction #Joel Miller Pedro Pascal #TWYMM

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newtonsheffield · 3 months

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so Sophie’s Edwina’s secretary in the bodyguard au?! Oh bless her, she doesn’t get it easy does she 😂😂

Probably pleased she’s not having to deal with the future Queen and her bodyguard drama as that’s gonna be a headache! and all that drama only for Edwina to be like “hold my beer” with Josephine…

Sophie Beckett, Princess Edwina’s private secretary is the hardest working woman in that palace and everyone knows it. Sophie is constantly seen, herding Edwina around the palace with her arms held outstretched, walking forward, giving Edwina little choice but to move in the same direction.

She might not have to deal with Princess Kate and the fact that the Princess is clearly, in Sophie’s opinion, shagging Anthony Bridgerton her head of security. It’s none of Sophie’s business, it’s really not, she just walked past a cupboard in The Small Palace one day and the last time she checked, mops didn’t say “Fuck, Anthony.”

It’s just not Sophie’s problem! It isn’t! She has enough to deal with Edwina, frankly.

“I have a secret.”

Sophie narrowed her eyes at Edwina across the car. “Is it…? About a certain… security guard?”

Edwina narrowed her eyes, “What do you know?”

“What do you know?”

Neither of them spoke for a moment before Edwina sighed, “My secret is different than that. I have a crush on a straight girl I have for a very long time.”

“How long’s a long time?”

“Since I was fifteen.”

Sophie winced, “That’s a long time.”

Edwina groaned, “I know. It’s fucking awful. I haven’t really thought about her in ages and then she showed up at this event and I… fuck. She was my sort of… peer big sister thing when I was at school, she was finishing up when I started and she… is… fucking perfect. It’s annoying.”

“Do I know this woman?”

“She’s… the Duke of Haverford’s daughter.”

Sophie let her mind tick through the list of people, their pictures before she gasped, “Josephine? Ohh she’s pretty.”

“I know.” Edwina groaned, “And I fucking… couldn’t stay away from her at that stupid party could I? I’ve been texting her and it’s a fucking disaster is what it is.”

“Well maybe not, are we sure she’s straight?”

“She told me she was when I mentioned something in passing.”

Sophie winced, “I’m sorry, I guess you need to decide if you want to be friends with someone if it’s going to make you feel like shit. You don’t deserve to feel that way.”

“She doesn’t want me to feel that way.” Edwina’s voice was tiny, staring out the window.

“And it’s not her fault, she is who she is, and you are who you are. I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Right.” Edwina nodded, “You’re right. I’m just going to stop. I’ll stop responding to pictures of her cute little sausage dog.”

“What’s the sausage dog’s name?”

“Haggis.”

Sophie let out a squeak. “I’m sorry. That’s…” She scoffed, “Barely a cute name. Fuck Josie.”

“Yeah,” Edwina sighed, “Fuck Josie.”

“I didn’t expect you to take our new mantra literally Edwina!” Sophie hissed as she herded her down the hall, her cheeks still burning from having to keep the king out of his own study months later while Edwina rattled the desk drawers loose.

Edwina grinned, “Well, you know what I’m like.”

“I need a new job. I need to transfer to your sister.”

“Speaking of my sister, have I mentioned Anthony’s brother to you?”

Sophie scoffed, “Oh you are not setting me up with someone to distract me! At least don’t use your father’s office to secretly shag the daughter of one of these rich fuckers! Your father thinks I’m insane!”

#bodyguard au

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Pinball Wizard

Summary: Soft lil one shot of you and your boyfriend Angus playing pinball

AN: Fluffy fluff and chill stuff sorry I'm all over the place, but life sometimes be life-ing for the good and the bad. I had someone over and left tumblr open and when I tell you I've never lunged across the room faster to shut a screen....

You stood over a pinball machine, brow furrowed in frustration as the ball once again slid right through the middle of the two paddles. You swore under your breath and hit glass, losing another dollar to the machine. You were waiting for your boyfriend Angus to meet you here after his exam, trying to take his mind off however he scored. Unfortunately you had not planned for him to take so long- or for you to lose so many quarters in the process. You sipped on your bottle of Coke as you leered at the machine, as if it would do anything. Angus was the one who was good at these sorts of things, and you swore he was somehow rigging it everytime. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t sort of into it though watching how serious he got when he leaned over the machine, usually crossing one leg behind the other to get optimal positioning. Ever since you convinced him to start wearing accessories like your rings and necklaces sometimes he’d become a lot more confident in his looks. He always was adjusting his coat sleeves or collar just so people noticed. You’d heard about his time before college and knew he had always been stuck around pretty pretentious people- going to one of those schools where he needed to wear the same uniform as everyone and go to mass everyday twice a day. Personally you would’ve set the place on fire, but he always lied and said he was an angel of a student, to which you would always punch his arm at. College was different, college was better. You were studying chemistry and working a few lab jobs around campus, mostly cleaning beakers and pipetting for hours on end, and he was studying history, working to become a professor eventually. He always said he wanted to teach at Yale or some other Ivy League, but you could see him being a good high school teacher. You’d broached the idea to him once when you were both high and talking about the future, but he got quiet and ended it by saying he’d never be as good as his history teacher.

Some kid next to you shrieked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hey hon,” Angus said, appearing next to you, plucking your bottle out of your hand and taking a sip. The circles under his eyes were darker and his voice was tired.

“Exam went that good huh?” you asked as you watched him finish the bottle of soda. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, setting his head on top of ours.

“What gave it away?” he gently laughed, feeling his chest rumble under your cheek as you squeezed him back. He smelled like old weathered books and cigarette smoke. He pressed his lips to your forehead before breaking away and running a hand through his mess of curly hair. “Alright give me some quarters I need to forget that essay,” he said with a small smirk as he tried to reach into your jean jacket pocket for quarters. He grabbed a handful of coins from your pocket and spun to the pinball machine you’d been opposing for the last few rounds.

“Good luck with that one babe,” you grumbled as you moved to the right side of the machine, leaning against the wall with your hands tucked behind the small of your back. Angus laughed looking down at the lit up board.

“We’ll see about that,” he quipped, the blinking lights of the game lighting up the features of his face. You can only watch in silence as he somehow expertly flicks the bumpers racking up 100’s, 1,000’s, eventually 1,000,000’s of points.

“How are you so good at this?” you asked from the sidelines, shaking your head.

“I’m good with my fingers?” he answered without missing a beat or looking away from the game, to which you responded with a gentle smack to the back of his head. He only smirked. “Hey you would know right?” he added, finally drawing his eyes to meet yours.

“Oh shut it Tully,” you sneered as you pushed yourself off the wall to go get another Coke. Before you could get far you felt his hand wrap around your waist and pull you back. He nestled you right between himself and the machine, holding his hands over yours on the sides, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re going to make me lose the game Y/N,” he mumbled into your ear, still laser focused on the game, pressing your fingers in to hit the bumpers for him.

“What if I throw the game for you?” you threatened, hitting the bumpers with your own volition a few times before the ball reached the bottom again. Angus took the second to pinch your hip which caused you to yelp.

“I suggest you don’t try it,”. You smiled to yourself as you settled back, leaning back into his chest as you felt his arms reach out over your own to continue playing, “good girl,” he murmured into your ear as he quickly pecked your cheek as he continued to play.

The fact that this was your life now- the fact that the nerd that sat in the back of the ancient Roman civilizations class was now wrapped around you- STILL more focused on a damn pinball game than you-

“High score,” he muttered under his breath as the screen in front flashed yellow and blue. Sure enough somehow he had really just gotten the high score.

“Good job babe,” you laughed as he flicked through the letters to spell out your name on the scoreboard.

“Couldn’t have done it without my lucky charm,” he smiled as he placed a kiss on the top of your shoulder before pushing back from the machine and stretching his arms above his head, lifting up the hem of his shirt in the process. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander down to his exposed midsection, a small bit of his tattoo peaking out, “enjoying the view?” he asked as he caught you in the act. You felt your face go red as you tried to open your mouth to defend your way out of this one, but you knew it was hopeless.

He smirked and pulled you in by the belt loops until you were chest to chest with him, wrapping your arms behind the back of his neck. He was a strong proponent of PDA, and you for once didn’t mind it in a relationship.

“Think I can get lucky again tonight?” he said as his lips brushed yours. You pushed onto the toes of your shoes and kissed his lips, leaving him wanting more as you sunk back down. You slid your hand on top of his jeans, touching his skin under his shirt causing him to suck air in with anticipation.

“I think it’s both of us getting lucky,”.

#angus tully #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #college au #the holdovers

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Riddle Info Compilation part 1: Upbringing

Riddle has a voice line of, “I read that the Queen of Hearts had a very amicable marriage. If there’s a secret to that, I wish I could share it with my parents.”

We do not hear much about his father, though he do know that both of his parents were (past tense?) famous magical healers.

Trey says that “Everyone where we’re from knew their names. His mom was especially talented, and she really wanted Riddle to live up to her legacy.”

We learn from Trey that every aspect of Riddle’s life growing up was planned down to the minute, including what he ate, wore, what soap he used and who his friends were.

Trey says that Riddle obediently completed every task he was assigned in order to please his parents, mastering his unique magic by the age of 10, and turning the enforcement of strict rules into a major part of his own personality.

When asked what job he would like to have in the future Riddle responds, “A…medical mage, I suppose”, saying that he was raised to take up the same mantle as his parents, but after serving as Heartslabyul’s housewarden he has taken an interest in the legal profession.

Riddle has a similar conversation with Azul, saying that becoming a medical mage was his original plan but he has developed an interest in the law. Azul recommends that he gets licensed in every field that interests him, saying, “Wth your talent, you could excel in any field you wanted. It would be a waste to settle for just one!”

Azul says, “It’s frustrating to see so clearly the difference between me and someone who’s worked hard their whole life,” and Riddle responds that he doubt that Azul would have the same ambition and drive that he does to day if he had focused solely on his studies that way that Riddle himself did as a child.

Azul warns, “One moment of inattention and you might find me giving the valedictorian speech at graduation,” but Riddle responds, I’ll continue to stand at the fore as long as I’m in school—and after it as well. I won’t lose to anyone, ever. Not even you.”

Azul makes a comment on how “one has to make sacrifices to make their dreams a reality” which seems to resonate with Riddle.

Riddle is good at crossword puzzles because they were the only form of entertainment that he was allowed growing up. Riddle says that, as a child, he started creating his own crossword puzzles so that he could give them to Trey and Chenya one day. (He was never allowed to see Trey and Chenya again, however, prior to NRC, which would explain why he now has a collection of over 3,000 handmade crosswords.)

There are occasional references to how Riddle is still learning things about normal, everyday life for a student his age due to his harsh upbringing: he apologizes to Deuce for failing to “learn the appropriate customer etiquette” while purchasing mystery bags during News Year’s, which he heard from Cater is “a popular youth activity.”

Riddle says that he never participated in the Halloween events for children in his hometown so he is not well-informed on what goes on, but he does say that he only ends up drenched when bobbing for apples, so he may have some experience from somewhere.

Riddle says his household “wasn’t overly concerned with holidays” so they didn’t do anything in particular for Halloween.

“In fact, I wasn’t even allowed to walk around outside on days like this. I was a little jealous of kids who could dress up and go trick-or-treating.”

Epel responds, “Your parents sound really strict. But you don’t have to follow their rules now that you’re here at school, right? This is your chance to let loose and have fun!”

Riddle says he will consider it, and Epel invites him to celebrate in his hometown.

#twstriddle #riddlefacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts

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silverpigeon · 27 days

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request/suggestion?!? maybe something sweet and domestic like mashfinn friends and families reactions to them being engaged?! (sorry i’m a sucker for married life)

(There are two more suggestions in works so I closed the inbox for now, but I will open it after they are done!)

I knew you would come and fuel my Mashfinn soul, thank you for your suggestion and I hope you'll enjoy it!

***

Mash was always blunt and Finn knew that, it was one of his strange charms after all, one that ultimately helped the young wizard realize how much he actually loved Mash. How could he not, after everything that had happened? After all the things Mash has done for him?

It was so nice, to hear those words back one day, and to date Mash, and to experience him like this in their own, intimate moments. To see him blunt again, but…

Maybe he just didn't expect to hear a marriage proposal sound blunt, even though it was so… so like Mash.

“Finn, marry me.”

They were just lying on a couch, entangled in each other as Mash played with Finn’s hair and looked over his shoulder to see a book his boyfriend was reading.

And then he suddenly spills those words, making Finn shut his book in confusion.

“Don't joke around like that…”

Because what else could this even be? It wasn't like they were together for a really long time, or that Finn would even make a good husband.

How was one even supposed to answer that? Wasn't this something Finn should have studied for? To have a reaction ready?

But then again, was there ever a moment in his life with Mash for which he was ready?

“I’m not joking. Oh… you don't want to marry me.”

“D-don’t be stupid, of course I do! It’s just that…that…”

“You do want to marry me.”

There was no reason saying no right now, Finn guessed. Not that he wanted to, there was no way he would ever say no to Mash ever, but his words are caught in his throat and so he nods, cheeks red and his future suddenly including a husband.

So Mash pulls a ring out of his pocket and holds Finn’s hand, slipping it on and also looking quite nervous.

It takes one glance for Finn to realize why.

“...Mash, is that an onion ring?”

“...I’ll get a better one soon, I promise.”

But before Finn could even say that he didn't need to, really, because getting an edible ring from his boyfriend was also really ‘Mash’, the strong wizard carefully put Finn’s whole finger in his mouth, eating the ring and making Finn’s face go from very confused to very red.

And that was Mash too.

***

“You’re engaged?!”

Mash says it so bluntly once again to their whole group of friends, of course after getting permission from Finn, and Lemon grabs the strong boy so hard she would probably tackle him down were he someone else than Mash, obviously.

Lance and Dot keep staring, but then realize it definitely looked impolite and at least the blue-haired wizard puts his palms together to congratulate them.

Dot has a different idea though, and he goes to Finn to do the job his blonde friend couldn't, tackling Ames to the ground with a scream.

“Congrats, dude! You’re going for kids next?”

“Excuse me?!”

It takes a lot of screaming and Lance having to calm everyone down before they can calmly sit down and just talk. The actual marriage part of the engagement is far away and no one wants to mention a date, yet it doesn't really matter for now. What is important to them is the feeling, the fact that they have come to trust each other this much, that they would like their days to continue like this.

And that Finn can call Mash his fiancé, of course, which is something he is planning to abuse very much. He knows his ears go a little red when he calls him that.

Their reactions after that are similar, yet still quite different. Lemon changed her whole ‘Marrying to Mash’ attitude rather quickly after he started to date Finn and now, she was incredibly happy for them. Even though she couldn't do the preparations with Mash, she could still do them for Mash, and that was enough. Lance is the one with the technical questions concerning their life going forward, but he smiles while Dot asks when, and where, and they are both definitely excited.

Just another proof that Mash and Finn couldn't have asked for better friends, really.

***

Regro Burnedead and Rayne Ames are together under the Burnedead’s roof when they and their relatives sit down. Finn doesn't know where to start, how to explain, and even though he knows they are both very supportive of their relationship, it still feels quite embarrassing.

So he stays quiet and lets Mash’s bluntness take over.

“We’re engaged.”

Mash’s father spits out the tea he had in his mouth and even though Rayne looks completely unbothered, inside he could probably scream. He likes seeing his brother happy, really, and he tried to stay happy when he first heard about him getting a boyfriend, but an engagement?

Maybe the only reason why it shocks him so much is the fact Finn was growing too fast, and Rayne spent too much of that time avoiding him.

But Regro is now hugging them both with tears in his eyes and Rayne can sense that Finn is scared of his older brother’s reaction. So of course he gets up and hastily joins them all.

Because him and Finn weren't alone anymore, and their family would only grow from now on.

“Oh Mash, there's so many things we need to do! You need to choose the place, and the cake, and the flowers…”

“It’s fine, Pops. We still have a lot of time.”

They did, now that Innocent Zero sat behind bars and everyone had the chance to feel full of hope once again.

#mashle #mash burnedead #finn ames #mashfinn

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Now that nobody wants to work for their soulless and faceless capitalist oppressors, those oppressors had to get a little bit creative. How were they going to get the essential work of making everything just that little bit worse done? We all know what all the high-viscosity-greasy business consultants are gonna suggest: automation. Robots don’t get sick, or take piss breaks, and they won’t get too uppity when you ask them to convert a low-income neighbourhood, still populated with living people, into a high-value, 3D-printed condo complex.

The only problem with automation is that nobody knows how to fix it when it breaks. That fancy salesman? Well, he can sell you another couple of units, or next year’s new-and-improved one, or an extended warranty. What he can’t do is fix it. He has never once had a thought about the way the terraforming machine works, or the brickwork extruder. Hell, if he encounters someone who can fix it, he probably can’t even explain the problem to her.

You end up needing to bring in a whole different class of consultant, the scary, grizzled legends who will get it going again. And business folks hate that kind of person: they’re paying them to sit in a boiler room for a few weeks, just thinking. No doing. Studying. You can’t schedule it. In the end, at some unpredictable point in the future, these eggheads get up wordlessly, hit the machine with a hammer, and then things are back to normal. Monkeys at the zoo could do that job, they explain, seemingly oblivious to just how bad of an idea it would be to give a claw hammer to a Japanese macaque.

Most folks don’t even bother. Once they’ve tried the really-smart-hammer-person a few times, they decide that it would be easier just to scrap the machine and buy another one. Certainly, the nice salesman thinks so, and doing so includes some visits to that one strip club on the East side that serves a decent steak sandwich. It may be wasteful, but this cycle is natural. And it’s great for me: after a few strategic hammer hits, I’m now a small-scale slumlord, with a freshly-printed block of attractively-priced row homes. We didn’t need that police station anyway.

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I am reposting this in its own post, since a reblog usually doesn’t get seen much.

It is about the disappearance of the Titan underneath the sea. The current “Titanic disaster” happening. I originally wrote this because if you are on Tumblr, all you see is “Who cares about a handful of billionaires?” “Just eat the rich!” “Let the billionaires die” “Everybody is making a fuss about some rich people’s endangering themselves for pure tourism”. And I need to add something, something a lot of people if not everybody on Tumblr seems to have completely missed, an info that apparently you can only have if you are in France. Just to explain why, for example, this event impacts France a bit more directly than other countries, and why simplifying the situation to “A bunch of stupid billionaires killed themselves due to being stupid” can be very annoying to hear. And it all lies in the fact that there’s one specific man in Titan. This introduction being done, here is the copy-paste of my original reblog:

The reason France talks so much about it, for example, is because there is one French man inside this machine: Paul-Henri Nargeolet. And the whole thing that is taking everybody’s mind is the fact that Nargeolet is one of the greatest French experts of the Titanic. He is described by everyone as an adventurer and explorer, and he has always been doing jobs related to underwater diving (his first job was to work as a deminer-diver from the 60s to the 80s, getting care of a lot of underwater bombs and explosives. But in the 80s it is when he started getting involved with the Titanic - and became one of THE French names tied to it. His first descent to the Titanic was in 1987 in the submarine Le Nautile, and he kept going down there again and again, decades after decades.

Because as I said, he was an explorer. He studied the Titanic, he explored the sunken ship carcass - and more importantly he brought back a lot of objects from the Titanic. He brought up more than 800 different objects (he was part of the RMS Titanic and oversaw a lot of other exploraton operations of the Titanic). Mind you, him bringing up the 800 objects was in the 90s. In his own word, I think he said that in 1993 (but I’m not sure), he brought all these objects because he wanted that future generations might have something that came from the Titanic. Mind you, his explorations have been quite divisive - in fact, he perfectly resumed it in one of the books he wrote about exploring the Titanic. He had received the visit (when he was still digging up the Titanic objects) of two sisters, survivors of the Titanic sinking. One came to him to say “I do not like what you are doing. Our father died in this ship, and I think what you are doing is wrong.” But the other came to him saying “I appreciate a lot what you do. Before the sinking, our mother had placed her pearl necklace by the little cupboard near her bed. Could you try to fetch it back for us?”. As he explains in his book, it was the best illustration of how polarizing him, his explorations of the Titanic and his fetching of items were.

But the point I am trying to make is that this man’s life was entirely about the Titanic. He was part of many research and studies about the Titanic, he kept writing books about the Titanic, he dived down there and explored the Titanic more than two dozen times, and he is the man responsible for us having today more than 800 items taken out of the carcass on the seafloor. In fact, in the French news this was brought up when we learned he was aboard “But... he has been down there like 25 fives already! Why would he pay to go down there yet again? On top of that he’s 77 today, he should just quit going down there!”. And one of his friends answered on TV that, basically, Nargeolet had described him how seeing the Titanic, exploring it, going down there to be near it, became like a drug - an addiction. He wanted to keep going down there for as long as he could, to keep exploring and searching for the ship’s secrets, before its total destruction.

As I do a quick fact-check to make sure I don’t say anything stupid (and I probably will have because I am not a Nargeolet’s biograph) I discover that there is some British billionaire aboard this machine - and I will say you honestly, I have been stuck near 24h info channels in France (thanks to having to work with sound in the background) and never once did they mention this rich British guy. All we talk about here is Nargeolet and his life - and what nobody says but everybody thinks, is how much of a tragic irony it would be if one of the great French explorers and experts of the Titanic died by wanting to see it one last time. This is why, at least in France, we talk a lot about this. (And to be frank, honestly the French news REALLY do not care about the others - if you listened to them there’s only Nargeolet in this little machine down there and nobody else)

EDIT: I just learned he wasn't even going down there purely to see the Titanic. He was going down there to test the Titan - because he had some hopes that maybe, if a mechanical arm was added to the Titan, he could get some items and objects he couldn't have with his own exploration submarine, the Nautilus. Though it was quite a slim hope, because apparently he also didn't believe the Titan could work with a mechanical arm - but he still decided to do one descent with it just to see how it worked down there...

#titan #the titan disaster #titan sinking #the titan sinking #titanic #the titanic #paul-henri nargeolet #titanic studies #titanic exploration #french things

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 7 months

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Don't You Forget About Me

Part One

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Description: Sometimes the most unlikely encounters with people have an immeasurable effect on your life. For Bradley Bradshaw, life at 22 right after graduating from college is far different than he ever thought it would be. It kind of seems like his whole life hasn't gone according to plan. No parents, no support system, just one man and his dad's old Bronco against the world. A chance meeting with a blond-haired teenage menace in Texas may just change everything, shaping his future in a way he never would have expected. Disclaimer: This is a Hangster story -> What you see is what you get, folks. Slight mention of homophobic/ lgbtq+ phobic family members. Word Count: 3624 Author's Note: Hiya! I wrote this fic for @roosterforme's Top Gun Rocktober Event based on the song Don't You Forget About Me by the Simple Minds. Everything about it just screamed Hangster when I listened to it again. As anybody who knows me or has read my works can surmise... I can be quite long-winded so what was supposed to be a quick blurb turned into a short two-part series. I hope you all love this fic! (Also I'm self conscious about this one because I do not write in first person. It's surprisingly hard so I'd love any feedback if you've got it!)

It's dark and smoky and loud in here and I can't believe that I let Jessica and David drag me to this party. They've long since disappeared into the crush and left me on the under-stuffed chintz armchair in some frat house’s living room. It doesn't help that I haven't been to Texas in years and I feel even more like I’m out of my depths because of it. My mom grew up here, and most of her family is still here. But she's not. In the years since I graduated from high school, I've turned hundreds of times, looking for her sweet smile, searching for her to take solace in. But she's not exactly on this mortal plane anymore. Neither of my parents are. And the closest thing I've ever had to a dad fucked off after destroying my dreams.

It fills me with an unreasonable rage every time I think about it. I know Virginia, I've lived in Virginia for years, putting myself through school in Charlottesville while working single-mindedly to get into the US Navy. I’m so close to flight school that I can taste it. I just need to get through Officer Candidate School in Rhode Island now that I’ve graduated. One final summer of building my savings by working odd jobs and I’d be free. Or so I thought.

Then, I received a notice telling me my apartment building needed to be tented for termites. My lease was only valid until I left for OCS, anyway. I debated living out of my dad's car, now mine, until I had to be in Rhode Island. That’s when I received a letter from Stephanie Williams, my mom’s cousin, inviting me to spend the summer in Texas. Driving to Texas is far from convenient, but I haven't spent any time around my family, no matter how distant they may be, in so long. And, I’m kind of homesick - homesick for the sense of camaraderie, of walking into the house after baseball practice or school and hearing anyone in the house besides myself.

Jessica and David, Stephanie’s kids, are as nice as their mom. They both attend the University of Texas, but it still feels like there is a distance between us. They can't understand the drive burning in me about the Navy, how I need to do well at OCS, how I need to become an aviator, how I need to be better than anyone else. Aunt Steph doesn't really get it either if the way she practically pushed me out the door when Jess and David mentioned the party is any indication.

It doesn't help that I'm only a week from reporting to OCS, either. I know it’s not flight school, not yet, but I know I need to study more than I need to be in this stupid little ramshackle frat house on Greek Row. The beer’s watered down and warm, tasting like piss in my mouth. Normally, I’d be right in the center of the makeshift dance floor grinding up against the scantily clad girls in sight, most of them wearing bikinis, but not tonight.

I just want to go home again, but that’s not possible. It hasn't been for years. I leave the mostly full beer behind and search for Jess and David. There are hundreds of drunk kids in the house, and it doesn’t matter at all that I’m taller than most of them, not when people are dancing on the tables and licking alcohol off of each other. I feel like I’m suffocating. The entire house stinks of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sweat. It takes fifteen minutes to look for either of them in the basement. When I’m halfway up the stairs, I’m tempted to leave them here and drive by in the morning to get them. But Aunt Steph would hate that.

The first floor is even worse than the basement. There may not be anybody dancing on the tables, but there is far more clothing being thrown about. It looks like there’s a drunken orgy happening in the living room on the floor. The carpet isn’t all that clean, to begin with, and add bodily fluids to it, and I nearly hurl on the spot.

If this is what I’ve missed out on in the traditional college experience, well, I don’t want it, not at all. Thankfully, I don’t have to see either of my cousins naked and that eliminates the kitchen and living area entirely. All I have left are the bedrooms above. Just walking up the stairs, I can hear the creaking of bedsprings and lusty moans. It sounds like a contagious disease waiting to happen, and I don’t make it past the top step.

That’s it. I can’t search for Jess or David anymore and I fight my way to the front door while trying to ignore the tits that seem to get shoved into my face every few steps. As I open the door, a body slams right into me. It’s a kid, gangly and blond, knobby shoulders protruding sharply through the fabric of the worn t-shirt he’s wearing.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole!” I can’t help the chuckle pouring out of my mouth. I’ve got at least 8 inches in height on him and I could easily break him into two if I wanted to. He must be ninety pounds soaking wet and his indignation is about as intimidating as an angry chihuahua. But I’m not looking for a fight, so I just move out of the way. Something about his angry green eyes and how they glow in the fresh night air is oddly captivating. I’m honestly not expecting to see him again, but just as I reach the Bronco and open the door, I see the same person get bodily chucked out of the house.

He’s shouting expletives into the night air, and when his anger runs out, he hunches his shoulders and stomps in my direction. Of course, a snarl rips out of his mouth the moment he sees me.

“What, asshole? Haven’t you seen someone get kicked out of a party by a bunch of dicks before?”

“I have, kid. But I wanted to know if you were okay. Your knuckles look rough.” It’s true. His knuckles are bloody and bruised like he’s been punching something hard with no control. Those are going to sting like a bitch in the morning.

He snorts and must see something unassuming in my face because he uncrosses his arms and says, “I’m not a kid, I'm seventeen.” He’s a little young to be running around the UT campus and getting thrown out of parties, but I have the feeling if I say anything, he’ll probably just jump down my throat again. “I’m Jake.”

“Bradley.” I grin back. “Get in.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I don’t get into cars with strangers.” He’s quick-witted, that’s for sure.

“No.” If my eyes roll as I look at Jake, that’s just between him and me. He must feel like shit if he hasn’t called me out for it yet. “I have a first aid kit in the glove box. I wanted to look at your knuckles before they scab over.” Jake looks shocked. I can almost see the gears grinding in his head as he thinks my words over.

“Move over.” I have to hide my grin until he’s safely in the passenger seat. I don’t know why it feels like such a victory, having this stranger accept my help. I leave the door open and lean in. He smells coffee and spice with an undertone of musk, sitting in my passenger seat with his eyes looking far too green in the low light.

“You don’t go to UT, do you?” Instead of responding, I just pop open the glove compartment and tug out the med kit.

“So what is this, Bradley?” He sounds disgruntled. “No answers without you taking care of my hands?”

I just hold my hand out until he puts his into mine. It’s a long-fingered hand, thin and bony. No well-fed eighteen-year-old boy has hands that look like this. Hands that look like they’ve been working every day of their life. I want to know why Jake’s got such a big chip on his shoulder and why someone so young has hands that look so worn.

“I’m really alright, you know?” I’m as gentle as I can be, patting at scraped knuckles with an isopropyl alcohol soaked cotton ball. Jake may talk a big game, but he’s wincing with each word.

“Who’d you punch to fuck up your knuckles so badly?”

“My asshole ex-boyfriend. He was cheating on me with one of his teammates. And I just found out today.” Jake’s voice chokes on a sob, and I can’t help the twinge of sympathy that goes through me at his words. Maybe I’m too quiet, because there’s a sharp tug on my sleeve.

“D’you have a problem with that?” Jake’s glaring at me, and it takes me longer than it usually would for me to figure out why.

“About the fact that you had a boyfriend?” He nods, the movement jerky and sharp. “Why would I care about that? You love who you love, that’s it.”

He looks blown away by my immediate acceptance of who he is. But Jake seems uncomfortable at the same time, uncomfortable enough that he changes the subject. “You never answered me earlier. You don’t go to school at UT.”

“No, I don’t.” I collect the trash into a small ball and put the kit away again. It feels weird to stand out in the night and talk when I have a perfectly good driver’s seat right on the other side of the car. I can already see a hundred questions on the tip of Jake’s tongue, so I hold one hand up and point to the trash bin nearby. I can feel every bit of his gaze on my back as I lope to the can and back, opting this time to get into the driver’s seat. Of course, no sooner am I buckled in, Jake’s looking right at me.

“Why are you here, then? Why were you at that party tonight?” I can hear the naked curiosity in his tone.

“I’m staying with some of my mom’s family over the summer. A couple of my relatives go to UT for school and invited me to the party. I just graduated from college and I’m joining the Navy in a week.” It sounds so real as I say the words. They sound equally real, it looks like, to Jake.

“Why the Navy?" I haven't felt like I'm the focus of another person in a long time. I feel flayed open, horribly, uncomfortably, seen.

My voice is quiet, a little rough, a little raw as I say, "My dad was in the Navy."

"What did he do?" I blink a little, not expecting this question so soon. Normally people want to know why my dad was in the Navy, in the past tense. They want to know what happened to him. They never want to know what he did or anything else about him.

"He was a Naval Aviator, a Radar Intercept Officer, to be specific." It makes me smile, like always, remembering my dad.

"What does a Radar Intercept Whatsit do?" Jake's nearly open-mouthed in the passenger seat, body turned my way in a jumble of limbs that looks nearly too cramped to be comfortable, beat up sneakers on the floor and wholly fascinated by every word pouring out of my mouth. That's unique too. I've never felt this rush, this instant connection before with anybody.

"A Radar Intercept Officer," I repeat, earning myself an eye roll, "is the person sitting behind the pilot. They're responsible for enabling communications with ships and other jets, navigating and monitoring the radar. Pilots fly the plane, but RIOs do everything else."

"Sounds boring." I have to chuckle at that, because when he's not angrily grumbling, Jake's actually handsome. And that's not a realization I ever wanted to have about a seventeen-year-old I just met. Forget the place, there's the matter of how this is all the wrong time, too. I can't afford any distractions, not even cute little twinks with more attitude than sense. I'm joining the military for fuck's sake. Don't Ask, Don't Tell is still very strongly enforced and Jake seems like the type to bulldoze his way on base one day just for the hell of it. Better stick to talking about flying, that's all. And that’s if we manage to stay in touch until he’s actually legal, too.

"Do you want to become a RIO too?" His voice is hesitant as he sounds out the acronym.

"Nah, I've always wanted to become a pilot. Actually fly the planes, y'know?" I swear I can see literal fighter jets flying around Jake's head, he's so enraptured by the idea.

"Is it hard?"

I have to shrug at that, because maybe I just have flying in my blood. "Not any harder than learning how to drive or ride a bike - at least that's what it was like for me."

I can see Jake think of a few hundred more questions, but stop him with one of my own. "What’s a seventeen year old doing at a UT frat party?"

His nose crinkles, "Who said I’m not a student at UT?"

"Nobody. But something about you tells me that you aren’t a UT Student, even though seventeen-year-olds join universities as freshmen all the time." I’m almost afraid to see that look on his face. But instead, Jake seems to be feeling the same awe that I was earlier - horribly, uncomfortably, seen.

“Nah. I work at one of the coffee shops on campus.” No wonder he smells like cinnamon and coffee.

"But you don't want to, do you?"

His nod is sheepishly affirmative. "My uncle says I should get out of the house and do something with myself over the summer. If he had his way, when I graduate in a year I’ll be doing the same thing. But I want to do something exciting, not farm work or work in a factory or hell, even be a barista anymore. I think the Navy might be just the thing."

I have to grin at his enthusiasm. But a part of me can’t help wondering if the reason why Jake is so interested in escaping Austin is because of something else. But I’m not quite sure how to broach the topic. It’s silent and still in the car for a little bit. Jake looks like he’s thinking of what to say, and I’m struck by the halo the streetlight we’re under makes around his hair. He’s pretty, indescribably so, even with a purplish bruise rising on his cheekbone. His long lashes shine golden against the freckles dotting his cheekbones. I reach for the polaroid I always keep in the car and snap a couple of quick pictures. I hand one to Jake, but just as he’s about to ask me why I did that, I see red and blue lights in the rear view mirror and hear sirens blaring our way.

“Shit! C’mon, Bradley! Drive the car!” It takes me a few seconds to process what he’s saying but when I do, I put the car in drive and drive sedately down the street.

“What the fuck, Brad!” I haven’t heard anyone call me Brad in years. That’s what my mom called me, what Mav did too. “Drive a little bit faster, why don’t you?! You keep driving like a fucking turtle and the cops will catch us in no time flat!”

“I’m driving at the speed limit.” I chuckle at the way Jake grumbles under his breath. “The police won’t pull us over if we’re doing everything right. You probably don’t want them calling your folks to tell them you were at a party, underage where alcohol was being served and an orgy was happening on the living room floor, now do you?”

We’re thankfully able to leave the scene without any trouble, and I let Jake direct me through the late night Austin streets. It’s quiet, and in the half-light I can’t help noticing how incredibly small and delicate Jake is at this moment. He has me pull over a few blocks away.

“Do you make a habit of running from the cops?” He laughs at that, a genuine belly aching infectious cackle bursting out of his mouth.

“No, I don’t.” Something dark glows over his eyes just as easily as the laugh. “My uncle wouldn’t have been happy at all if he had gotten that call.”

I really don’t know what to say to that, so I just wait.

“My mom always says that she doesn’t know who my dad was, and well, I don’t know if you know much about conservative Texans, but that was a no-go for most of my family. She’s out of state, working in a library in North Carolina, I think? And I’m with my aunt and uncle until I turn 18.”

“I’m sure the minute that happens, I’m going to get kicked out. They didn’t approve of me just because I was born out of wedlock. They hated me even more when they found out I wasn’t exactly only into girls. My mom doesn’t know how bad it is for me here. And I’m not going to tell her either. I just don't know what to do.” He sniffles, sitting in the passenger seat, cheeks pinking in the glow of the streetlights. “I don’t really know why I’m telling you this either. But it feels like the universe wanted us to meet tonight. It feels like I can trust you.”

I’m struck dumb by those words and the butterflies swarming in my stomach. I’m flattered by his trust. It has me spilling all of my biggest secrets. I tell him more about my dad, about mom, about Mav. I tell him about my biggest victories and darkest regrets. We talk for hours, taking turns baring our souls until the sky turns gray at the edges. It's the small hours of the morning, that small section of the twilight zone where everything feels extra still. My throat is scratchy and my eyes are dry. Jake’s not much better.

The sleepy drawl in his voice makes shivers trail up and down my spine and it’s still so foreign feeling like this for someone I’ve just met. It’s a little terrifying, too. Far too soon, we’re pulling up in front of the party house.

"I should get going." A part of me wants to stop him, offer to give him a ride, anything to stay in his presence just a bit longer. But the more rational part, the one chanting US Navy and Top Gun is screaming just as vehemently no.

"Do you need a ride?" My voice is nearly too loud for this time of night.

"Nah, Bradley. I live right around the corner." Jake gives me a two-fingered salute and begins to walk away, his shoulders bowed and looking incredibly small. It's a surprise when he stops, turns back around and jogs back to the car. He flings the door open, and I'm surprised to see the two spots of pink high up on his cheeks.

"Can we stay in touch? I'd love to pick your brain about the Navy, sometime?"

I'm nodding before my common sense can speak, ignoring the insidious little voice that says, "No you won't ever see him again. You're joining the Navy."

I hand Jake a pen and a scrap of paper I found in my pockets. What I get back is his first name and a phone number. "This is my landline. See you around, Bradley?"

My reply is too quiet as I roll the syllables of his name over my tongue. By the time Jessica and David have staggered their way out to the car, I'm sure Jake was just a figment of my imagination. Two weeks later, when it's my first turn with the phones on base, I call that number. I get a message telling me that the phone number I'm calling has been disconnected. I never get rid of that note though. It's almost like something's screaming at me to remember Jake. Maybe one day I'll find him again. And who knows? Maybe he's a lot closer than I think he is.

Nine Years Later

It’s been a long road getting to Top Gun. Walking through the halls it feels like everything I’ve worked and struggled for has finally paid off. I’m a pilot, I’m talented, if I do say so myself, and there is nothing I want to do more than finally put the Bradshaw name on that trophy. Walking into the classroom that first morning, I feel like this is the start of something great. Until the first hop later that week. There’s a blond in class with an ego that cashes checks for money he doesn’t have. But he has the skill to back up his words.

“Rooster, Rooster, Rooster. Are you ever going to get off your perch?” Hangman. Even his callsign fills me with rage. I’ve never met a more annoying person in my life. But there is something about him which seems familiar. Why does Hangman of all people seem so familiar? It’s a puzzle I can’t devote any time to solving. Not when I have to knock a blond idiot down a few pegs. I wonder what the Jake I met all those years ago would think about Hangman. I hope he’s doing well, wherever he is.

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ecargmura · 1 month

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Pokemon Horizons Episode 45 Review - The End Of The Second Chapter

What a great way to end the second chapter! The raid battle against Rayquaza was intense but great! Liko, Roy and Dot show off their improved battling tactics alongside Friede and Amethio, who shows up unexpectedly after his colleagues retreated. Just seeing the fruits of their hard work from Amethio mastering Terastal to Liko and Roy battling so competently without the need of Friede’s handholding to Liko’s Sprigatito evolving into Floragato, a rare occurrence for Grass-type starters.

The battle between the Trainers and Rayquaza was really good. I loved how Friede chose to split them up as he took Roy and Fuecoco with him and left Cap with Liko and Dot so that he could command him to use Volt Tackle to launch up Quaxly and Fuecoco in the air. The way Roy even landed a hit on Rayquaza with Disarming Voice was so cool to see! When Amethio comes into the fray, he shows off his Tera Ghost Ceruledge and the double battle with him and Tera Dark Charizard was so cool! I can see why the kids want to learn Terastal now.

I was very surprised that the writers would allow Sprigatito to evolve into Floragato. Usually, the anime writers have a severe allergy towards making Grass-type starters evolve. Since Black and White, Ash’s Snivy never evolved; Clemont’s Chespin never evolved; Ash’s Rowlett ate an Everstone and couldn’t evolve; Goh’s Grookey didn’t evolve. I was expecting the same thing to happen to Liko’s Sprigatito, but the writers actually went beyond my low expectations. I have hopes that the same will happen for Roy and Dot and that all three kids will get their Starters to be fully evolved later on. Fuecoco also learns Flame Charge. It’s nice to see Fuecoco learning all sorts of moves. I do wonder when he’ll evolve. Maybe in ten episodes?

I’m glad that the rest of the Rising Volt Tacklers are okay after the major damage the airship took. I do worry about Carkoal’s safety as it’s not present with the other evacuated airship Pokemon. Hopefully, it’s just safe in the engine room as it does look quite heavy to be evacuated safely (yet they were able to move a Nosepass with ease). Because it will take a while for the airship to repair, their adventures come to a halt here. Since the kids will attend school, I do wonder what the adults will do. Will they take up jobs nearby and meet up with the kids occasionally?

The Explorers section was quite interesting. Gibeon tells them to lay low and wait for the Rising Volt Tacklers to get the Six Heroes and then take them from them. That sounds like a solid plan for now. He also wants them to monitor Terapagos and Liko. Uh-oh. The fact that Gibeon knows Lucius, which means that he is most likely aware that she is his descendant. A glimpse of Gibeon is seen towards the end. He has white and black hair, but in a different pattern from Amethio. I’m assuming they’re related, but as ancestor and descendant as Gibeon isn’t supposed to be alive in this era. I’m convinced he’s an AI. He also has a Shiny 10% Zygarde, meaning that Legends Z-A lore will be implemented in the near future, or it’s just an easter egg for the upcoming game. I’m also wondering why Spinel smirked at the end before being dismissed from the meeting. He seems to have more ambitious goals, so I’m curious what his deal is—and it’s not because he’s my favorite or anything, okay?

Overall, the Terapagos’s Shine chapter was a good arc. It was nice seeing progression for Liko and Roy as they grow from novices to more experienced trainers. I can’t wait to see how they will grow with Dot once they study about Terastal at Orange Academy. In fact, I can’t wait to see their school adventures! What are your thoughts on the second chapter now that it ended? Are you anticipating the third chapter?

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 2 months

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Find the word

Thanks to @sleepywriter00 for the tag here! Sorry this is a little late I got behind on these!

My words: spoon, energy, study, listen

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Talk about planners and Gabriel's nickname

Short passage of pseudoscience babble

Telepathy world building! Will this change? Who knows!?

Maddie helps Kelsey calm down <3

Spoon (twice!) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Lexi POV)

“Oh, shoot, I forgot my planner.” I turned to see it still lying on the floor. I flicked my wrist slightly to teleport it in my hand. “You brought a planner to breakfast?” Tyler asked as he drank his orange juice. “It’s just how I manage my life,” I said. I opened it up on the table to show them the January schedule. “Wow, that’s really pretty,” said Carla. “I don’t need a planner, given my powers.” “Aw, yeah, I wish I could just stop time at my leisure,” I said as I closed the planner again. “I have a planner,” said Tyler. “It’s called here.” He pointed to his head. “Medina has one like yours, but it’s a little boring.” “One, you need to write things down in case you forget,” said Gabriel, pointing at Tyler with his spoon. “Two, I don’t see why a planner needs color.” “To organize different activities,” I answered. “Hm. Well, I guess mine is just schoolwork and my job.” “You have a job?” I asked, leaning forward. Gabriel nodded. “Construction job—perfect for terrakinetics. After school on the weekdays, I walk about fifteen minutes to a site—” “Wait, you live here full time?” I asked. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You’re fine, I don’t care. Yes, I live here full time.” I chose not to inquire any further, even though Gabriel didn’t seem that bothered by it. “After school, I do the homework that I need to get done, then I help the docs out.” “What do they need help with?” “Various things. Um, right now we’re sorting through the multiverse database to see if we can find Rosalinda.” “Oh, yes, that’s right.” “G,” Carla whispered. “I’m fine, Carla,” I said. “But thanks. It’s actually really cool that Gills is helping.” “Gills?” Gabriel sighed then continued eating. “You really have been spending way too much time with Stafford.” “When are you gonna accept it’s an actual genius nickname?” Tyler asked. “Then why don’t you use it?” “It’s too silly for you.” “Do you not like the nickname?” I asked. “We can stop using it.” “Unfortunately, Nakashima is right,” Gabriel muttered, spinning his cereal around with his spoon. “It’s a pretty clever nickname. It’s so stupid, it almost works.”

It's Gills because his initials are GLZ (surname not included)

Energy - from The Secret Portal Part One

William put down his tablet and rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses. He’d been working so late that it was now early. It was so quiet he could hear the snakefly behind him violently flapping its wings. He sighed, then reread the last paragraph he’d written: Replicating the negative energy density found in a chronokinetic’s rifts is no easy task. The level needed to connect one time to another is far greater than a Level-7 teleporter, but nowhere near the level in the portal that connects our reality to Ceteri, nor even a dimensiokinetic. If chronokinetics were less seldom born, perhaps this task would be accessible. William glanced at the chemicals bubbling in the flask on the table before him. As there hadn’t been a documented chronokinetic in a century, it was nearly impossible to replicate their powers considering the amount of negative pressure needed. He would have to work with what he had: a Level-7 teleporter’s DNA—not common, but much more so than a chronokinetic. Jumping through space required significantly less negative energy density than time jumping, so trying to get it up to what he desired was no easy feat.

Study - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I'm probably gonna change the "in a century" thing. Not sure what I'm gonna do but it feels wrong.

“Telepathy is an exception to the classification of powers. It and shapeshifting are the only two recorded to not have their sub-powers build off each other, but rather have them separate.” “Why are there so few sub-powers?” I prodded. “The mind doesn’t have a limit, therefore telepathy shouldn’t, either, right?” Carla waved her hand side-to-side as if to say eh, kinda. Aloud, she answered, “It’s been said that there have been cases of telepaths with more advanced powers, but there has only been one recorded case. Though some conspiracy theorists say there were more, but weren’t recorded, and that they went into hiding, locked themselves away, or maybe went insane.” “Insane?” I repeated. Carla fiddled with the ring hanging from the chain around her neck. “The mind can only stretch so far. If advanced telepaths did—or even do—exist, there would be no way they could function. Their minds aren’t able to communicate the information that they can comprehend. They end up lost in their own thoughts, unable to reach out to another being.” I fell silent. “Carla’s in an online holographic course in Telepathic Theory,” George said, breaking the silence. “All of that is just theory. Scientists who study the telepathic mind made a list of potential powers.” “Can powers develop?” I asked. “Of course,” said Carla. “Most Alii, in general, start at a lower Level, usually a Level-1, and most become more powerful. It depends on the person.” “So, you’re saying I have the potential to be a powerful telepath?” Carla laughed. “No, the odds are you’ll be able to read minds and that’s it. Maybe one sub-power.” “Oh.” My shoulders dropped. “Okay.”

Listen - from The Secret Portal Part One (Kelsey POV)

“Kelsey!” I heard a faint voice say. “Kelsey!” I opened my eyes, lifting my head against the strong wind. A small figure walked toward me, kneeling down beside me. “Kelsey, look at me,” Maddie said, grabbing my hands. Her long hair whipped around her body, out to me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I clasped her hand. My neck was ticking uncontrollably, preventing me from meeting her eyes. “It’s gonna be okay,” she said, pulling me forward into a hug. I embraced her, shaking, twitching, sobbing. “Kelsey, listen. Remember yesterday when this happened? You made the mansion toxic. Remember?” I nodded. “I don’t want that in my house. But you need to get rid of this… weird darkness stuff instead of just making it explode. Can you do that?” I shook my head. “Just focus on me, ‘kay? Now, can you breathe? Slowly?” I did, inhaling and exhaling. “I think you can make this black smoke go away if you imagine sucking it all up. Or maybe it just needs to disappear. Can you do that? Imagine it. Maybe it’ll work.” I closed my eyes, imagining the darkness fading away until it disappeared. I imagined the air in the room was still at breathable levels. That the smoke nor wind didn’t affect anything around it. The wind stopped. The darkness went away. Still in Maddie’s arms, I opened my eyes. The room looked untouched.

Pretty sure I've shared that last excerpt before but I like it

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Blossoming Love through the Ages

2500BC - Prologue

AO3 / Commissions / Links / Chapter 1

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: How does their friendship and eventually their feelings blossomed through the ages? I'm attempting to rethink the scenes we saw from the seasons, adding Crowle's thoughts and additional segments.

Line art by me:)

After I finished the first chapter, I realised I should've started with a prologue (and the "Before the Beginning", so I'll start that, after I've finished this era).

I'll also stop putting "Crowley’s POV" at the beginning of every chapter, because the entirety of the fic, will be from Crowley's point of view. ( I've tried placing the Land of Uz, somewhere around the Red Sea )

The Demon with the burning hair,

Was sitting in a cool shelter,

Watching people’s trading fair.

How crowded was the place,

Full of life and merry ways.

The Land of Uz was quite a spot,

To hold a scene for many different folk,

Because the Red Sea was a few days away,

Many mortals visited the region there.

He haven’t realised it yet,

But he liked watching humans’ life,

How they go by,

And coming up with new ideas.

How could there be, so many of them already?

It seems like it was yesterday,

That all of them was wiped away,

By the huge ass flooding of the sphere.

Wasn't there only eight of them on that boat,

That carried the animal pairs too onboard?

Huh.., how weird humans are.

It will be a real nuisance,

When they’ll try to eliminate them.

Within the next 6000 years.

– exhaled interestingly,

While he was eyeing,

A wine merchant on the street.

Ha! What sprang the plan,

To take that little fruit they call a grape,

And then juice the meat,

Turning it into a drink at the end?

– It was around the time,

When Planet Earth started it’s wellbeing,

To host an abode for the creatures of the Supreme Being.

It’s been quite a while,

Since They, Up and Down plan something in a style,

I wonder what their future projects are,

Tho I wouldn't mind a little off time,

Now everything seems slow and kind—

– One of the traders’ voice of great wine,

Started to intertwine,

With a deep, deep cry,

That came from the terrors of the basement's call line.

“Best wine of this land!

Get it only for a– little playfulness,

A great morning, isn't it Crowley?

I have big news for you!

I’m pretty sure,

You will let out proudly

How lucky are thee,

Because you just got the task,

To kill and consume all the things,

That God’s pet,

Job got!

“But the holy management–”

“Do not worry about punishment,

You just got a free pass!”

And with that,

A parchment that looked huge and old,

Appeared in front of the serpent’s foot.

Just when he started to enjoy existence,

He was sent to cause turbulence.

None seemed to notice what happened,

It was only Crowley,

Who grew cold instead.

Oh for Satan’s sake!

Couldn't they have sent someone else?

He looks like a good lad,

Punish him only because of a bet?

– After that,

You could see the yellow eyed man,

Standing in the gloom,

Studying the papyrus, like he is searching for a tomb.

Everything is written perfectly clear here,

Demolish all his belongings and children…

Not the children!

But… You and I can't kill kids,

They’ve done absolutely nothing!

Why do You beat them,

For something they didn't act?

A few hours after the exchange of that,

Crowley stopped reading the parchment of death,

Sorrow, what felt the ruby head,

However he would never admit to that,

He started drinking all the wine,

The vendors had left behind.

Isolated what he felt,

As like being a wall,

Between him and joy.

I’m supposed to be overjoyed,

That I got that job,

Every Demon would be glad,

To do the deed I have,

So why can’t I?

During the hours, when the Sun was the tallest on the Blue,

A man could be seen walking friendless,

Towards the hills in loneliness.

There was a feeling in the air,

That didn't promise anything well,

The heat was raging in fury,

While the man was climbing the mountains fully.

No bird song could be heard,

The figure dressed in black sad no word,

He looked like one in headache,

Contemplating heartbreak.

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Sucked In. Chap 29: Together Again

Summary: You wake up in the world of Stranger Things before the events of Season 4. Are you able to help in the fight against Vecna, and save the man of your dreams?

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Previous: Chapter 28

Next: there is no next 😭

[1.8k words]

Happiness was a tricky thing. Celebration of one life, ignorance of the other. The next few days that followed felt unnatural to you. Having memories of two separate lives was starting to take its toll. Constantly on edge, nervous around your parents who raised you, overcome with happiness for the return of friends you didn’t even know you had lost, and sadness with knowing there was still one life you could never return to. The biggest downfall of it all was being stuck in the 1980s; knowing exactly what was to come in the future.

You tried your best to ignore it, to not link fact from fiction. The only issue was that now ‘fictional’ Hawkins from Stranger Things WAS your new reality. Which meant that all future events weren’t even certain to happen in this reality.

You felt a sense of anxiety over knowing all the possibilities, but it wasn’t your job to help. You have already done your purpose, and saved thousands in the meantime. Yet you couldn’t play off the guilt that you HAD to help. Just, with what exactly?

One thing was for certain though, having already graduated in the future meant passing your ‘senior’ year in 1985 was proving to be a breeze. If anything you were a valuable tool to the rest of the older gang, a personal fact machine if they ever got stuck. The study group consisted of Robin, Steve, Nancy, Johnathan, Barb, Eddie and You.

Eddie didn’t want to admit it, but having the companion and study group to help was making it easier for him. You were just the encouragement he needed, besides… he was very easily persuaded when it came to you. One quick smile, bat of the eyelashes, kisses with promises of more for later…. You had him in the palm of your hand. You knew Eddie was destined for more than what Hawkins had to offer, more than the ‘senior year repeater’ name he got for himself. And so if he needed a little help you would give it to him.

Life after Vecna was strange. Not wanting to keep your parents out of the loop, with El—Jane’s help, the two of you showed and explained to them of the horrors that should have unfolded. Ever since getting your memories back you suddenly had a better control of your powers and they could notice something different about you.

“You're saying we— we died?” Your mother said, gloomy as she accepted the cup of coffee Joyce offered.

“Yes, but technically so did a lot of people. If it weren’t for the kids, life would have been uh… rather difficult.” Jim said.

“So our then three year old killed this….Vecna person because of her memories in another timeline…. Where she, along with the rest of you, also killed him.” Your father said, rubbing at the pressure point between his eyes.

“I know it’s strange— but for a few weeks— no, a few years… these people were my family. It’s hard for me to explain but that’s why I was so drawn to Hawkins,” you spoke softly, your mind clouding with memories of life with and without them. “This is where I’m meant to be.”

“Years?” Your mother cried.

You nodded, “It’s ah… I was alone a lot and found comfort with them. When everything happened and I found myself living with them, I’d never felt any care or kindness like it. They trusted me, they protected me… the two of you will always be my parents, I still have all my memories of THIS life…. But I can’t forget who I was in the other. That’s why I wanted to share it with you.”

It was hard for them to fully understand. Even after learning everything, they looked at you with new eyes. You were part their daughter, part stranger. Occasionally you’d spew fun facts about what life was like in the 21st century, or how you befriend monsters in the Upside Down.

The one thing that eased their worries was seeing how easily you connected with El. The two of you shared a unique bond. ‘Sisters by choice’ as Eddie liked to put it, just as Dustin was the closest thing to a little brother he had.

Then came the time of breaking the news to them about Eddie. Your boyfriend. That was probably the most unsettling for them; seeing how quick the two of you formed such a tight relationship. After all, you had loved Eddie a year before meeting him in person, just as he loved you during the three years of waiting. Hence, the relationship wasn’t new for the two of you, but it was a lot for your parents to handle.

The two of you were inseparable, Eddie rather enjoyed the feeling of being the one to know everything for once. You had missed three years of his life, and he was taking his sweet time filling in the details.

You sat folded on his bed with popcorn in your lap, letting the entertainment of his storytelling play out.

“The spray paint was only the tip of the iceberg, we had to carefully move his truck back into his driveway so he couldn’t tell we took it for a joyride. I swear the entire town could hear his high pitched scream when he saw it in the morning,” he exclaimed, walking from one side of his room to the other.

“And why did you do that to Tommy?”

He paused in his tracks, “he teased Will. It was horrible— the poor kid was traumatized. Called him a fa— I can’t even say it.”

“He called him that in front of everyone?”

“Yep, I could see it in his eyes he was trying so hard not to cry. Steve and Johnathan decked him straight away, but Robin and I planned something much more permanent.” Eddie said proud of himself.

You smiled, “I’m glad the kids have you guys. Sure makes them less of a target. I still can’t believe how weird school is. No jock bullies, no teasing of the nerds… I gotta say, Steve did well at bringing down the structure.”

“Steve!?” He screamed, making his way over your body on the bed. “Why does he get all the credit?”

You giggled under him, ignoring the mess from the popcorn spilling. “Oh so you’re saying it was you who did it?!”

He tickled at your sides.

“Say it.”

You pressed your lips together, holding in the laughter.

“Say it!”

Deep inside you, you enjoyed him bossing you like this. Making a mental note to encourage him to be more in charge the next time you two were tangled inside the sheets.

“Fine! It was you.” You broke, “Eddie the Wondered charmed his way out of the social hierarchy and successfully saved the nerds of Hawkins high. There, you happy?”

He smirked at you, taking advantage of the position the two of you found yourselves in. You flat against the bed, him hovering above you with his hands holding your waist.

“Almost. Keep going.” He teased.

Rather than toying with you, you kissed him. Thereby forgoing any other conversations for the rest of the night. All there was were kisses between the two of you, finally enjoying the universe keeping you together.

When the school break came around, you and Eddie were curious. You brought along with you only the best precautions to let the plan unfold. A replica of his makeshift shield, and the legendary spiked bat in hand. Somehow you managed to convince Robin, Steve and Nancy to join the two of you. With Vecna gone and you in full control of your powers, they figured it would be the best for everyone in Hawkins to check for yourselves. Before anything bad can happen.

You branded yourselves as Hawkins’ secret heros.

Sneaking into the woods, the only things that could be heard were Steve and Eddie swearing. Cursing at ever having been convinced that this was a good idea.

“She’s mad. I told you back when she went to ride the fucking dragon, and here we are… trying to get BACK there. Fucking crazy.” Steve muttered.

“Hey!” Eddie said defending you, but the look Steve gave him made him realize that you did have a bit of a danger seeker vibes. “Okay maybe a little, but don’t you think it’ll be good to know if there is anything down there?”

“Oi!” Robin called out, “Scooby and Shaggy! Come toughen up and join us, Y/n thinks she can make an opening.

Eddie laughed at the remark but Steve was personally offended.

“Oh no, we all know I’m Fred!” He screamed back.

“Nah man, I think Nancy is more like Fred.”

“Wha— why are we even discussing this? Let’s just go follow your girlfriend down the goddamn rabbit hole.”

You sat in silence and focused; you could sense the Upside Down and it was just out of reach. It felt different. Holding out your hand, your fingers waved through the air and it was as if imaginary strings were being pulled.

And there in the darkness of night, the first opening to the alternative dimension. The light coming from the opening wasn’t what you expected, there were no red hues and floating particles. It was bright yet translucent.

“Hey guys?” You called out, “You all seeing this?”

The four of them crowded behind you, peering into the opening near your hand. In the small crack was only lights.

“Okay, looks less evil. Let’s leave it at that.” Steve said, trying to get everyone to leave the scary supernatural world alone.

“Perhaps you are right.” You huffed, “it’ll be fun to see what it is like there now. If my little babies are okay.”

Eddie smirked at you, but Steve still refused to test it any further. “Did you just refer to the dragon and baby demogorgon as your babies?!”

“Awww, you know… the little one was kinda cute.” Robin added.

“You wanna know what else will be cute?” You said softly, “Everyone in their graduation caps tomorrow! Come on, let’s go.”

And so the supernatural world was left just like that. The opening was tightly secured but the memories were never forgotten. Together the group, along with their friends, walked that graduation stage. Everyone alive and happy.

As everyone threw their caps up into the air, Eddie pulled you in for a kiss.

“Here’s to the rest of our lives.” You said, linking your arms around his neck.

“Let’s hope it’s a very uneventful and long one.”

“I have a good feeling about it,” you smiled at him. Kissing him once more and whispering against his lips, “I love you.”

He returned the smile, “I love you, thank you for saving my life.”

You’ve told him off before about saying that to you, since technically he’s saved yours just as much as you have his. But you thought it’ll be best to let it slide this one time. Besides, he still had to flip off the Principal before he excited the ceremony.

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This is it 😭 the final chapter. I wanted to take the time to thank everyone for the support, love and interest in my little story. It’s crazy to think that I originally only had 10 chapters planned and it just exploded into all of this. I love you all, and even though this story has ended, I hope you all stick around to see what else I have planned.

- love Nikki xx

Ps. For those of you who know me best, should know that I don’t do well with fully closed endings.

Missing this series? Check out my new Steve Harrington x Munson!reader thriller romance fic here! Chapter 1 out now.

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