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emmyrosee · 2 years
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I cannot stress enough how uncomfortable the actions of Killing Stalking had made me, nor how people could take those actions and think they represent love.
However…
Why did Koogi have to make Sangwoo kinda hot-
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manawhaat · 2 years
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I posted 4,551 times in 2021
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4501 posts reblogged (99%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 90.0 posts.
I added 1,574 tags in 2021
#i'm gonna go fart confetti now - 648 posts
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#ok but if my nephew wasn't so obsessed with dinos i would buy this in an instant.... but him playing with this wouldn't go well with mom/dad
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
does anyone else ever think of/say the word ‘lol’ instead of a laugh when they see something funny or is that just me?
32 notes • Posted 2021-01-30 06:54:03 GMT
#4
A Little Help Getting By pt.3
Title: A Little Help Getting By pt.3
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, mentions of Donna and other characters.
Summary: With Sam and Dean helping you with your chronic illness, depression, and anxiety, things should be as good as they can get. When they aren’t, though, Dean does what he can to help.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, general descriptions of an unspecified chronic illness and physical health issues, depression, anxiety, jealousy, insecurity, fluff, mild smut/masturbation. The first lines are misleading so don’t go thinking I’m a Sam hater lol. 
Word Count: 6.2k
A/N: This is set around Christmas but isn’t necessarily a holiday fic. Commissioned by @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester​ as another part to A Little Help Getting By. Thank you so much for commissioning me for this series and I hope you like what I’ve written. I am also so sorry for how fucking long this took me to finish. @samsexualdeancurious​ @sebbytrash​ @mrswhozeewhatsis​ thank you guys for betaing and helping me make this honest and sincere. Commissions are open. Thanks for reading! ❤️❤️
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38 notes • Posted 2021-02-02 05:11:22 GMT
#3
Juicy
Title: Juicy
Characters: Ray Merrimen x Plus-sized!Reader.
Summary: You can’t sleep so you find a midnight snack. Ray finds one, too *wink wink*. 
Warnings: Plus-sized!Reader, oral (female receiving). 
Word Count: 800ish
A/N: This is my first Merrimen fic and was inspired by some seriously delicious watermelon while watching Den of Thieves. No beta on this so any mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think! ❤️
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85 notes • Posted 2021-01-30 09:47:34 GMT
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Purr
Title: Purr
Characters: Plus-sized!Reader x Henry Cavill, ofc friends named Ruth and Alexis.
Summary: When you meet Henry, you instantly click and one night promises to turn into more. 
Warnings: One mention of the film 365 Days, drunk!Henry, fluff, mild/implied smut (all smut is sober because consent is a must and this ain’t one of those fics). 
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: Commissioned by @dorky-and-i-know-it​ . No beta, just free-ballin’ this one. :)
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125 notes • Posted 2021-12-13 05:52:01 GMT
#1
Cherry Bomb
Title: Cherry Bomb
Characters: Jensen x Reader
Summary: While you’re on a road trip to visit your friend, your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, leaving you no choice but to accept the help of a handsome stranger. 
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: Heavy Dub-con, groping, fingering, slight panty kink, stranger sex, public sex. 
A/N: There’s no real context about Jensen other than he drives the Impala, so you can imagine him as a regular dude with that car or as himself, whatever floats your boat.  Image from @justjensenanddean. Beta by @that-crazy-drummer-chick​. Let me know if y’all like it :)
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All you’d wanted to do was stretch your legs and take a picture of the beautiful panoramic sky, but life had other plans. Half an hour passed as you wracked your brain and flipped through the car manual, trying to figure out why your car wouldn’t start when you’d returned from your back-road photo shoot.  
With no reception or internet service, you feared you’d be stuck if no one came along soon. You’d passed a town a ways back, but it was too far to walk in the starch heat of summer.  
The sound of a car approaching should have been a relief, but the sight of the black car coming over the horizon somehow left you slightly uneasy. All the paranoia of being a woman, you thought, pushing your fear out of your mind as you flagged down the driver. 
The slick black car gleamed under the sun and when the door squeaked open, a tall, rugged, drop-dead-gorgeous man emerged. 
“Car troubles?” he asked, and the rumble of his voice matched that of his car. 
“Yeah,” you admitted. “I don’t know much about cars but the way it was shaking when I tried to start it up, I think it might be a bad spark plug?”
The stranger nodded and stepped forward, extending a large hand your way. “Let’s check it out. I’m Jensen.” 
His friendly smile and attractive face put you at ease, and you shook his hand, a thrilling chill rattling your spine when his skin met yours. “Y/N.”
Jensen scratched through his thick beard and made his way to the front of your car to tinker a bit under the hood, instructing you to get in and try to start it a couple times before he closed the hood and wiped his hands on a bandana he pulled from the back pocket of his jeans. 
“Not a spark plug, but not far off. It looks like your starter died in the heat. Lucky for you, there’s a little gas station and auto shop about thirty minutes North. I can drive you to pick up the part if you want.”
The thought of being in the car with this handsome stranger was exhilarating and worrying at the same time. He seemed trustworthy, but there was an unfamiliar depth to his green eyes that left you hesitant. 
“Um, thank you so much for the offer. I don’t wanna take up your time, though. If you have service, can I maybe borrow your phone and call a tow truck?”
A deep, condescending laugh burst out of his chest and he shook his head in amusement. “Sweetheart, a tow truck is gonna take two hours just to get here and those shady fuckers will charge you an arm and an ass. I’m free all day and know my way around an engine. I insist.” 
He gestured to his car and you reluctantly nodded, grabbing your purse and making sure your valuables were well hidden before walking around to the passenger side of his Impala. A true Texan gentleman, he opened your door for you and waited for you to settle before shutting it behind you. 
When he took his place behind the wheel, a wave of unease welled in your chest: you were trapped in a car with a complete stranger in the middle of nowhere. He shot you a small, reassuring smile and peeled out onto the road, chuckling to himself at the way your hands gripped the seat and door frame as his car roared to life. 
Polite smalltalk filled the space between you for a few minutes, and when the conversation lulled, the roar of the engine and the radio dulled out. The cab was weighted with tension, pulsing and undeniable as your breaths mingled in the confines of the car. Jensen’s hands gripped tightly at the wheel, freckled knuckles just shy of going white against the leather. You tried to keep your eyes to the road, but you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him, trying to take in as much of his gorgeous being as you could.  His hands held your attention though, big and thick. You daydreamed of how strong they must be, how they could be dangerous or delightful, or even both at the same time. 
Every bit of him looked rugged and the more you thought about the muscles bulging under his shirt and the pull of his jeans across his thighs, the warmer you got. Everything blurred around him and you quickly found yourself lost in a fever dream, imagining all the ways this man could probably ruin you. 
The car slowed dramatically, snapping you out of it and setting you at high alert. Jensen smirked at your visible reaction and reached out to place a comforting hand on your thigh. 
“Don’t worry, just a little pitstop at your local fruit truck. You’ll regret driving through Texas without trying Bobby’s Cherries. They’re the best you’ll ever have. Trust me.” 
His hand remained on your thigh, subtle but persistent, thumb gently rubbing your skin. It was an act of reassurance at first, but the prolonged contact made your heart race and you did your best to act natural while he pulled around the trees and parked beside Bobby’s flatbed truck filled with boxes of fresh fruit. 
“You’re just in time, I was about to call it for the day,” Bobby greeted as you both exited the car. 
The two men exchanged respectful smiles and shook hands before Jensen introduced you and requested ‘the best cherries you have, for the lady’. Bobby grinned warmly, as if he had just the thing, and handed Jensen a green plastic box filled with dark red cherries. The older man tipped his ball cap in your direction, and soon enough, his truck rumbled onto the road, leaving you alone with Jensen once more. 
He held up a pack of cigarettes and asked, “Since we’re stopped, do you mind?” With your approval, he slipped one between his lips and raised his lighter. 
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simaraknows · 3 years
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@tauremornalome tagged me in smth so I have risen from the dead.
The rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.
To make this easier I'll go for last 20 published fics rather than overall written stories, otherwise I'd instantly loose track.
Counting backwards:
20. Lesser Passions
The huge fur coat should have looked ridiculous, really, but on Elias, wrapped tightly around his bony shoulder, it regained an almost redeeming, old-fashioned charm.
19. Unfavourable
His leg was almost completely healed when they brought him into Wilde's make-shift office and the muzzle had been removed, for now.
18. Linguistics
Carter wasn't sure how it had started.
17. Kiss and Tell
“He doesn’t kiss me when he’s sober."
16. Not very sensible either
Peter paused in the doorway to his old childhood room.
15. Bedtime Brew
Peter poked his head out from the kitchen.
14. Sky High
Peter was 14 years old when Conrad got married.
13. Sleeping Beauty
Elias had once read an article about a woman with narcolepsy
12. Hurts so good
Martin almost dropped the kettle when Peter materialized before him.
11. Family Values
They made port around 7pm.
10. The Vessel
Martin stared at Peter, waiting for the punch-line.
9. Thee Kisses
“Just ask him out already.”
8. All alone and a-lowly
Peter wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect of having to play messenger.
7. Happy all the Time
His brain had always been a little glitchy and oh that’s just funny, isn’t it?
6. And all is well
“I need some fresh air.
5. Changing Tides
Oswald had been one of the first rogues to take him seriously and they had soon evolved from lucrative business partners to actual friends.
4. Indebted
Christopher Drawlight was not a particularly well liked man.
3. Kindness Repaid
There was something fascinating in watching Jonathan eat.
2. House Call
Don’t you fret
My little pet
We’re off to see the doctor
And if this doctor isn’t in
We’ll have to find another.
1. Arts and Crafts
Edward did not stare at the green crayons and didn’t have the urge to take one of them either.
Observations
Well the pattern certainly is that I apparently have a tendency to start with a characters first name (11/20, damn). I also have a thing for jumping into stories during the middle of a conversation or similar in media res shenanigans, which is less surprising.
Faverouite line... oh this is hard. I suppose it’s from The Vessel aka The Platonic Fear Orgy (“Martin stared at Peter, waiting for the punch-line”). I like the way it throws you right into the conversation without knowing what exactly has been said but understanding fully how exasperated Martin feels. Which is your faverouite, squad? (Also wtf is up with this new tumblr design, I’ve only been gone for a year or so when did this happen? lol)
Anyway, tagging whoever is still following me despite the fact that i’m mostly awol atm. Hit me with those opening lines y’all.
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debbiechanclub · 3 years
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“The Worst Thing in the World” - Matt Jackson x OFC
Title: The Worst Thing in the World
Theme: @12daysofchristmas Day 12 - Mistletoe
Fandom/Character(s): AEW/Matt Jackson x OFC
Warnings: Some cursing and sexual language, alcohol use
Word Count: 2,514
Notes: I’ve done it. I’ve caved and written a Matt Jackson fic. BUT I’ve done it my way *smug smile* Also, I’m honestly pretty pumped about this because it’s sort of a prologue to something in the works? And I’ll just leave it at that. Enjoy!
Find more of my fics here.
Tag squad: @champbucks @hotyeehawman @freshlysqueezedmox @comeasyoudar @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @librathepheonix13 @exe-sadboi-exe @gabbynorth98
“Do you think this is gonna be weird?”
Katrina felt her palms starting to get clammy as she and Violet got out of their Uber. She looked nervously up at the house in front of them, trimmed with festive bright white icicle lights that twinkled in the dark. Normally, she’d be all about a Christmas party with their friends. But the circumstances were a bit different tonight.
Violet gave her a curious look. “Why would it be weird?” she asked; and then she answered her own question as she shut the rear passenger-side door of the car. “Because we don’t work for WWE anymore?”
Katrina just nodded, the fluffy white ball on the end of her Santa hat bobbing with the motion. Violet frowned.
“It won’t be weird. They might not be our coworkers anymore, but they’re still our friends,” she reasoned. “Besides, it’s a blended party, anyway. You know Britt and Adam invited AEW people, too.”
Katrina rolled her eyes when she said that. “Don’t remind me,” she groused and started up the driveway. Violet followed, a cheeky grin on her lips.
“When are you gonna stop pretending you don’t have the hots for Matt Jackson?”
“I do not have the hots for Matt Jackson,” Katrina returned with a look over her shoulder.
“He thinks you’re hot.”
“What? No, he doesn’t.”
“Yes, he does. He told me so.”
Katrina scoffed. “When? Before you sucked his dick back in Japan?”
“Actually, yeah,” Violet bluntly returned. It made Katrina stop and blink dumbly at her as they arrived on the doorstep. She smirked. “And I did way more than just suck his dick.”
The front door abruptly opened. Britt Baker and Candice Larae beamed out at them, drinks in both their hands, red sequined reindeer antlers atop Britt’s head and a green Christmas elf hat on Candice’s. The sound of Christmas music floated out from the house.
“Finally, more girls!” Britt proclaimed. “It’s a sausage fest in here.”
Violet snorted a laugh while Katrina bit back a smirk. That was an ironic turn of phrase, given what they’d just been discussing. Thankfully, Britt didn’t question what was so funny.
“You two look festive,” Candice complimented. She smirked at Violet’s black and red checkered flannel. “You and Page are twins.”
Violet gave her a surprised look. “Paige is here?”
“Wrong Paige,” Britt returned. But she didn’t clarify before she motioned for them to come inside. They all exchanged hugs and proper hellos, and then Britt took their jackets and the bottle of wine they’d brought and told them to help themselves to the drinks and food in the kitchen. They’d arrived fashionably late—which was, as usual, Katrina’s fault—and the party was already well underway. She’d barely taken two steps toward the kitchen when someone called out to her.
“Kat!”
Katrina halted. There was only one insufferable person who dared to call her that. “Matthew,” she gritted.
“Long time, no see.”
He pulled her into a hug. She reluctantly lifted one arm and patted him stiffly on the back. “Yeah, I wish it was longer.”
“That’s what she said.”
She gave him a cruel smirk as he stepped back. “I bet you’re used to hearing that.”
“I’m actually not,” he returned. “And I’d be more than happy to prove it to y—”
“Hey, stranger,” Violet interrupted at the perfect moment. She wrapped her arms around Matt’s middle and gave him a much warmer hug than Katrina had. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, I was just catching up with my best friend Kat, here,” he grinned. Katrina rolled her eyes.
“I’m too sober for this.”
She started toward the kitchen again—but Matt caught her wrist. “Wait. There’s someone I want both of you to meet.”
His hand dropped from her, and he motioned with his head for them to follow. Katrina exchanged a look with Violet, but she just shrugged and walked after him; Katrina expelled a sigh and did the same. He led them into the great room where most everyone had gathered. Matt’s younger brother Nick stood with Adam Cole and a tall, blonde man dressed in a black and red checkered flannel nearly identical to Violet’s. Katrina knew who he was, but she didn’t know him. She presumed he was who Matt wanted them to meet.
“Hey, guys!” Nick proclaimed when he saw them. He exchanged hugs with them both, as did Cole, and then the awkward pre-introduction anticipation set in. Thankfully, it didn’t last long.
“Violet and Katrina, it’s about time you met Adam Page,” Matt said. “Adam, meet Violet and Katrina.”
Adam nodded and tipped his beer toward them. “Hey, it’s nice to finally meet y’all. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Violet smirked up at him. There was a glimmer in her eye that Katrina recognized all too well. She wanted to climb him like a tree. “Only terrible things, I’m sure.”
He smiled a handsome smile. “Well, you’re both from Virginia, right? So you can’t be too terrible. Plus, you clearly have impeccable fashion sense.”
He glanced down at her matching flannel. Katrina watched as Violet fidgeted. Yup, she wanted to fuck him.
“I heard y’all had a pretty intense rivalry with Matt and Nick back in the day,” he added with a glance at Katrina. She grinned.
“Oh yeah, we totally whooped their asses.”
“No, you didn’t,” Matt countered.
“Did too.”
“Yes, we did,” Violet added.
Nick’s eyebrows arched. “Are you shitting me?”
“It sounds to me like this rivalry isn’t settled,” Cole grinned. “Maybe it should be revisited. Your non-competes are up soon, aren’t they?”
Katrina nodded. “Yeah. But as if the TNT execs would let an intergender match happen.”
“You never know,” Nick shrugged. “And even if we can’t make it happen, I’ve already told you that Kenny wants you two in AEW.”
Katrina’s stomach did a little flip. But then Matt’s voice cut into her thoughts like nails on a chalkboard.
“Seriously, let us know when your non-competes are up. I know you’re dying to wrestle me again, Kat.”
He fixed her with that shit-eating grin she’d come to know so well. Her eyes narrowed. “Again, I’m too sober for this.” She looked back at Adam. “It was nice meeting you, but I need a drink.”
He nodded. “Yeah, we’ll get along just fine.”
She gave him a smile and turned to head toward the kitchen. Violet called for her to get her a drink, too, and when Katrina turned to tell her alright, she saw that Matt was following her. She rolled her eyes and kept walking.
“Come on, I was just joking,” he said.
“That doesn’t make it any less weird,” she returned.
“What? What’s weird?”
“Are you serious?” she shot him a look as she grabbed two cups. “You don’t think it’s weird that you flirt with me right in front of my best friend who you’ve fucked?” She ladled out mulled wine from the crockpot on the counter into the cups. When Matt didn’t say anything, she glanced expectantly him.
“Not really,” he offered. “Vi doesn’t care.”
“Well, I care!” she proclaimed. “It’s weird, and you’re not cute, so.” She left it at that and grabbed the drinks to march back into the great room, nearly smacking Matt in the face with her Santa hat as she whirled around, a period on their conversation.
But Matt couldn’t leave it at that, because of course he couldn’t. “Come on, I know you don’t hate me as much as you act like you do.”
“Pretty close. You’re literally the most annoying person on planet Earth.”
He laughed. “Oh, literally? Okay, so you’ve met every single person on planet Earth, then? All seven billion of them?”
She stopped and turned to face him again. “You’re literally the most annoying person I’ve met, then. Far and away.”
He shook his head. “No, that’s not true.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’ve met Nick.”
“Whoa!” Nick proclaimed, suddenly appearing before them. “I am not the annoying one.”
“Yes, you are,” Katrina and Matt simultaneously returned. Matt smirked at her; she scowled at him.
“You’re both equally as annoying as the other,” she clarified.
Matt’s grin widened until he looked like the Cheshire cat. “Well then I’m not the most annoying person you’ve met, am I, Kat?”
Katrina growled in her throat. If there was anything she hated, it was when Matthew fucking Jackson got one up on her. But before she could think of a scathing comeback, Nick cleared his throat.
“Uh, guys. Look up.”
They both glanced at Nick, curious, and then they both looked up. Katrina froze. Hanging from the lintel above them was a small bunch of mistletoe, tied up in a neat red velvet bow—and they were standing right underneath it. 
She reeled back. “Sorry, I just threw up in my mouth a little.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on.”
“You two have to kiss now,” Nick said. “Them’s the rules.”
Katrina snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, not happening.”
“Why not?” Nick asked.
Her eyebrows arched high onto her forehead. “Seriously?”
“Yeah,” he returned. “If you ask me, I think it’s pretty obvious that you two have some pent-up sexual aggression you need to release.”
Katrina’s mouth dropped. One, that was ridiculous. And two, it gave her the willies just thinking about kissing Matt. He’d hooked up with her best friend! Multiple times! She stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye and shuddered. It was weird.
She looked back at Nick, eyes narrow. “Well it’s a good thing no one asked you, then,” she bit, and she stalked away from them, ridding herself of the disgusting thought of kissing Matthew Jackson.
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Thankfully, Violet had been right: the party wasn’t nearly as weird as Katrina had worried it would be. She was happy to see all their friends, and most of them seemed excited at the prospect of her and Violet going to All Elite Wrestling once they could. Which was funny, because they hadn’t really discussed what was next for them. Impact had reached out, as well, and they had women’s tag team championships, and Katrina wouldn’t be opposed to going back to Japan. However, judging by the way Violet had been making bedroom eyes at Page all night, it seemed like he’d already been added to her list of pros for going to AEW. That was fine with Katrina—anything to get Vi away from that Carolina Bastard she’d been hooking up with.
She got what she could of what was left of the mulled wine and decided to step out into the Florida room for a little privacy. Truth be told, she was buzzed and thinking about texting someone, half for advice on going to AEW and half for other reasons; but as she pulled out her phone, the sliding glass door opened behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and let out a groan.
“What?”
Matt stuck his hands into his hoodie. “Jeez, I can’t come see why you’re out here all by yourself?”
She scoffed. “It didn’t occur to you I wanted to be by myself?”
He pursed his lips. “I know you pretty well, Katrina. You’re a social drunk.”
She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he hadn’t used the nickname she loathed for once. “Page and Vi seem to be hitting it off.”
She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, gauging his reaction. As long ago as their Japanese fling had been, she had a feeling Matt still had a little crush on Violet. But if he was jealous at all, he didn’t give it away.
“I expected them to.”
Her eyes widened. “Like that?”
His brow furrowed. “What, you think I’m jealous?”
She smirked and looked back at her phone. “You said it, not me.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Really? Because I think you have a little crush on her.”
“Why am I out here, then?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, because you’re chickenshit and you know that Page is way hotter than you.”
He gave her a flat look. She let out a laugh and brought her drink to her lips. But it died in her throat at what he said next.
“You know, maybe Nick’s right.”
She lowered her drink to look back at him in shock. He couldn’t be saying what it sounded like he was saying. Could he? “What?”
He moved closer. “Maybe Nick’s right about what he said earlier, when we were under the mistletoe. Would kissing me really be the worst thing in the world?”
Katrina’s nose crinkled as she pushed her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. A smart-ass comment sat at the ready on the tip of her tongue; but, before she could fire it off, Matt was right in front of her. Close. Close enough for her to feel his body heat in the chilly winter air.
“Because, for the record, I don’t think kissing you would be the worst thing in the world.”
His eyes lowered to her lips. She felt her pulse quicken. Matt had never looked at her like that before. It made her feel… something other than aggravation toward him, for once. She blamed the mulled wine. But then he raised his gaze to meet hers, and her senses returned to her.
“You’re full of shit,” she dismissed.
He smirked, crooked and cocky as ever. “Oh, am I?”
“Yeah, you ar—”
He bent forward and caught her lips in his, cutting her off. Katrina made a noise of surprise into his mouth; but she didn’t pull away or stop him, and for a second he just stayed like that, his lips pressed to hers, unsure what to do next, as if he was just as surprised as she was that he’d actually kissed her. But then, slowly, he started to move his mouth against hers. His lips were soft, juxtaposed with the scratchy stubble on his chin. His hands found her waist. Her hand that didn’t hold her drink lifted to slide tentatively up his chest to his neck. He deepened the kiss, gently, testing if she’d let him in. She did. He tightened his hold on her, drawing her body against his. And then, unexpectedly, a breathy, muffled moan escaped her.
Katrina pushed him away like his lips had shocked her. She had not made that noise. Matthew fucking Jackson had not made her make that noise.
His grin was cockier than ever. “What, enjoying it a little too much?”
“It was the wine.” She pushed past him back toward the house, a scowl on her lips and a blush on her cheeks.
“Uh huh,” he smirked after her. “Sure it was.”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “This never happened,” she said, and as she ripped open the door and went back inside, she decided that kissing Matt was the worst thing in the world. Because she knew he was never going to let her live it down.
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animoozies · 3 years
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I decided I would make one while I’m at work cause the patients are cooolin and I’m just vibing
2020 has been hard on all of us whether it was school, graduating and not being able to walk, knowing of a loved one that passed, mental health declining, and many more negative experiences. However I hope you all are able to enter the new year with someone/something that makes your life just a little bit easier.
With that all being said, I’m gonna tag some people I wanna show my appreciation for because 2020 was bearable because of you all. Also doing this helps me practice the love lanaguage of words of affirmation cause I’m one sarcastic asshole who’s a tsukki/kags kinnie
anyways
@hoekageyama I already showed I loved you a day ago but here im adoing it sober so it’s 100% intentional. I really appreciate and love our friendship. Everyday I look forward to one of us being a dumbass. You and I will be graduating come May 2021 so push through your ✨depression✨ and buck the fuck up for our last semester of college.
@hoekaashi A1 Day 1. Known you since you were soltserra and I’m pretty sure you were atrailofwhispers or some shit like that. Glad we rekindled after our hiatus which was due to Covid and also me crying over hxh. I hope pharmacy school gets easier for you but also remember your life isn’t just school. Your job maybe dedicated to serving people but you also need to serve yourself. Self care is important boo.
@gogo-karasuno I didn’t lie when I said you were a blessing. Despite me being motivated to do certain things I’ve mentioned, you are 100% the reason why I decided to act on that motivation. I met you just on time because I get inspired easily and lose it really quickly. I am so thankful for you because honestly you’re such a light. I am excited to further our friendship so I can see why you say you’re sarcastic and call yourself a bitch cause hunntyyyyyy if you can top me, we fighting cause no one can beat me. enjoy your last day of 2020 bb and take a couple shots and give the cats some catnip.
@luvkeigo crackhead #1. Your posts, tags, and energy is so funny and honestly you’re such great vibes. You are great company to have and I hope you realize that you are. know that and embrace that. always look forward to our simping hours and tagging you in tiktoks. Can’t wait to read more of your stuff in the New Years because your fics are A+ quality good shit.
@juvsbby your new nickname is nezuko because you’re all cute and innocent but still a demon at the end of the day. You always make me laugh in our convos because you are quite the savage. I really love our interactions and now they will never cease since you have me deadass on all social media platforms. 💀you can’t escape. Just know you are such a beautiful person in and out and I hope everything goes better for you mentally and at home for the new year.
@impromptux-main my playlist royalty aka my Suga. You are quite the chaotic individual and I did not expect that from you lmao. You were always cool to me but it solidified the one convo we had about that weird ass girl from Instagram. I hope the new year is better for you and that you dye your hair more colors you rainbow bitch
@haiikyuuns the crackheaded pharmacist. you are such a light in our fandom and to your mutuals, especially me. You are such a loving character that is so sweet to everyone. Please take care of yourself because I know your brain is fried(in more ways than one😂) just like how your job supports people, you need to support yourself.
Hello to the mutuals that I consistently tag in shit. You will be tagged in 2021 so sorry not sorry. I hope your new year goes well and there’s a little bit of positivity for you guys cause we all need it.
@bakugoustanaccount @kanao (you’re such a ray of sunshine but you’re lowkey a crakcheaded simp in the tags of reblogs. It’s hilarious) @ladyhitsu88 @simply-trash5 @nerdyshaddowhunter @honeymeh @thathoneybee3 @bootyy-bakeryy @all-mights-asscheeks (I always laugh at your url cause Im clearly a 5 year old) @mindlesschicca @wherethehoesat @emotiadouche @unvalley @happygalaxymilkshake @fckkei @emperorthighs
My beloved mutuals. I acknowledge everyone of you in my notifs. Sometimes I go to y’all blog just to make sure y’all alive lol. Love yourself in this new year and do soemthing new! Get a tat or soemthing. Buy some anime merch.
@fuckyeahfraxus @meggymoohoo @sokodomoo @necruwumancy @blueberry-07 @ushi-bakatoshi @luvkejii @lexysclubhouse (still not over you not liking seafood) @raine-needs-help @soleil-lei @atsumusc0ck @jdoeshit @icyjeno @icequeen009 @bucketsofworms @feathertayl @karasuno-flight @todoroki-sama @wellthisisme @milkandtobio @catstudio7-reblogs @palmtoptiger18 @khamillahsstrive (the OG since 2016 I hope you’re doing well!!!)
This was longer than expected but whatever.
Anyways
Just know you are all loved and cared for. You are all beautiful, intelligent, and unique individuals. Do not let your mind tell you otherwise. Eat, pray, exercise, draw, sing, read, and DRINK WATER. Do what you need to do in order to be a better you. Enjoy the rest of your day and Happy New Years you filthy weebs❤️
Ima go back to work lmao
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I posted 2,592 times in 2021
46 posts created (2%)
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For every post I created, I reblogged 55.3 posts.
I added 211 tags in 2021
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#i see something really funny on pinterest i will hunt down the original blog post on tumblr in order to loke and reblog it
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
I need to make you aware that whenever I come onto your blog and read your header I read it in the 'did someone say draco malfoy' voice from a very potter musical
I’m very sorry but I am not one with the Harry Potter. I truly do not understand what this means😂 and I’m very sorry.
can you send a link to a clip so I can understand it? I’m sorry if it sounds rude but bro I do not understand 😂
11 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 05:24:03 GMT
#4
Hey have a juicy lil tidbit of a section of word vomit that is currently clogging my brain
Slight(?) or Straight up NSFW below the cut
Regardless 18+ only
Warnings: Heavily suggested sexual themes, language. (please let me know if I need to add anything else—this is my first time posting my writing and I don’t really know the ins and outs of it all)
Also ignore the grammar—its a screen shot of a google doc, sue me. I didn’t feel like copying and pasting
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16 notes • Posted 2021-10-12 08:05:09 GMT
#3
Something I’ve noticed in fics
Boba Fett and calling you “little one”
I’m here for it
17 notes • Posted 2021-09-14 07:29:44 GMT
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I Need to Feel
Pairing: Fives x fem OC!medic (Brynn - nicknamed “Tiny” cause she SHORT)
This is also in first person POV—not entirely sure how that will play in, but I figured I should let y’all know💕
Rating: E 18+ ONLY
Warnings: mention of alcohol abuse, trauma, OC has a prosthetic forearm/hand, smut, inappropriate use of ARC Trooper pauldrons i.e. oral (f recieving), unprotected P in V sex (wrap it up y’all), if I missed anything please let me know.
Word Count: 1.3K😳
Background Info: Ok so this happens within a MUCH larger work so a little bit of background: This takes place shortly after the Battle of Lola Sayu, aka The Citadel. The explosion that took Echo is also how Bryn lost her hand. Brynn is trying to cope with the “death” of Echo, and Fives is there for her. 
Feedback is always welcome! 😁
“Shut your damn mouth Fives,” I hiss into the ARC trooper’s mouth, “Stop talking and just fuck me.”
“Brynn…” he responds, breaking away from my desperate hold, “Brynn, you aren’t in your right mind.”
“You have my consent and I’m sober for the first time in days. Just,” I take a deep breath, “let me feel something other than pain.”
           After Lola Sayu, if you were to ask any other member of Torrent, I spiraled. Echo is my first real loss after the clusterfuck that was our defense of Rishi Station. In the end, it was only Echo, Fives, and I. I had no one else, I survived with no one else. So why not seek out a quick distraction with the final person I have closest to me? 
“Please, just one more time for my piece of mind,” Fives grabs my wandering hands from his armor. I am brutally reminded that I can only feel from one of them, my cybernetic fritzing once again as I get any sort of worked up. This Maker-forsaken thing will piss me off to no end. 
“Fives, you are all I have left. Beginning to end, I’ve had you by my side,” My eyes cant downwards, tears beginning to brim over my eyes, as I force the words in a single, desperate breath, “I may not be a whole, complete version of myself, but I need to know that I can still feel something other than pain and loss. Do your favorite medic a favor.”
Driven by desperation, I lock eyes with the ARC trooper in front of me as I push him further into my desk in the medbay. Grasping the back of his neck and bringing him down to meet my lips, I manage to maneuver him to the edge of the desk before further driving my weight into the fully kitted ARC. Fives collapses against the durasteel frame and I follow him down, moving to straddle his thighs without breaking my desperate kiss. Feeling the codpiece on his armor catch the seam of my blacks, I stifle a moan before knocking the contents of my desk—my datapad and a few other bits of flimsi, onto the floor. 
“Gods, Fives please,” I practically beg. The ARC trooper grasps the back of my thighs before flipping us over.
“You want what you want mesh’la,” Fives gives a lopsided grin, “Just promise you won't fall in love with me,” he finishes with a quick wink.
Deft fingers move to the band of my blacks, grasping them before pulling them down over my knees. After my pants hit the floor, Fives makes quick work ridding me of my blacks entirely, leaving me in only my chest binder and my comfortable, regulation underwear. 
“It could be sexier, I know,” I tell him hastily, “But this isn’t supposed to be sexy. Now fuck me within an inch of my life.”
Fives replies with only a grin before he places my thighs over his pauldrons, pressing his face into my aching core. 
“Stars, darlin—you always smell so sweet. I know you taste even better.” Fives barely pulls my underwear off my legs before latching his lips over my clit, roughly tracing his tongue over the bud.
“Fuck, Fives!” I shout as I throw my head back against my desk. I thread my fingers into his curls, moaning at the feeling of his tongue over my folds. 
Fives pulls his lips from my center, sucking so hard an audible pop sounds as he looks me in the eye.
“Don’t act surprised Tiny, you created this.” Fives shoots me another smirk before setting off to remove his armor pieces. I stare at the meticulous routine set before me, marveling at him as inch after inch of tanned skin is exposed to my wandering eyes. I stand back up to the ARC trooper, forcing him to look down at my wide eyes. 
“You’re Force-damned right I did. And will never regret it.” I whisper at him before placing my palms on his chest. Curling my fingers, I lightly drag my nails down his torso as I lower myself onto my knees before him. I feel him shiver under my touch when my hands reach his hip bones.
“Ah ah ah, mesh’la. Tonight is about you,” he stops me from raising his hard cock to my lips. Bringing me back up to my feet, the ARC trooper drags my body closer to his bare chest. I feel Fives’ calloused hands down my arms, reaching to my side to release the concealed zipper of my binder. The fabric drops from my body and Fives continues to inch his warm hands further down my body. 
Rough hands find the soft flesh on the back of my thighs and Fives whispers in my ear, “Jump, sweet thing,” he nips at my neck as he moves to press me against the chilly durasteel wall. 
When my legs wrap around his narrow hips, I feel him, achingly hard against my center. Smooth thrusts bring the head of Fives’ cock against my swollen clit before catching at the opening of my soaked core. 
“Just like Rishi, sweetheart,” breathless words ghost over my ear, “Take me like I know you can.”
With one slow thrust, Fives buries himself in me. He chokes on his moan and my eyes roll into the back of my head. The familiar stretch of his cock does more than my fingers have in weeks. The tension rises low in my belly, consuming my body in a few deep thrusts. I have a fleeting moment of thanks that I am not on my feet, because I would surely be unable to support myself. Digging my nails into the meat of the ARC trooper’s shoulders, I throw my head back towards the wall. 
“Look at me sweet girl,” Fives brings one hand up to caress my jaw, angling my head towards his sweet honey eyes, “Fuck Brynn, you’re doin’ so good for me.” His hand leaves my face to snake between our hot bodies. 
“Maker Fives!” I keen as his free hand makes contact, rolling my clit between his calloused fingers, “Fives, I want to feel cum you inside me.” The tension begins to crest, my walls clenching around Fives’ deliberate thrusts.
“I can feel you. Cum for me, sweet thing.” With his words I feel my pussy clench down on his rigid cock, milking the ARC trooper for everything he’s got. My head rolls back again as Fives continues to thrust into my spent cunt. His grunts send shivers down my neck and he thrusts one final time, deep into me. His hot release fills me— I lock onto the feeling and abandon everything else. 
Against the wall of the medbay office, Fives rests his forehead on my shoulder,
“Maker, I always knew you’d be the one to forever make a mess on my cock.”
I reply breathlessly, “I taught you everything you fucking know. Back on Rishi you’d just be cumming in your blacks. I taught you—never forget that. “
Fives laughs at my admission, “Was that distraction enough?” Bringing my cybernetic hand to his lips, he lays gentle kisses against the metal, 
“Fives, you have no fucking idea.” 
“You know I got more where that came from.” He smirks while raising his eyebrows suggestively.
My head finally feels clear as Fives pulls himself out of me, the pain of loss no longer at the forefront of my mind. I maneuver him towards the cot against the back wall,
“Stay with me tonight?” I ask, “Please?” When I fall onto the stiff cot, I turn to see Fives bringing over our undergarments.
“I’m all for sleeping naked with you, but we probably shouldn’t scar Lyra so soon in her tenure with the 501st.” He pulls up his grey boxer-briefs over his hips and I stifle a giggle as I put my binder and underwear back on.
“Thank you for reminding me that I can still feel the good emotions, Fives,” I say, laying down on Fives’ chest.   
I only hear a mumble of Mando’a before succumbing to the sweet pressure of sleep.
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33 notes • Posted 2021-11-24 07:28:17 GMT
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THE SPEED AT WHICH MY CELL PHONE FLEW ACROSS MY BED ROOM WHEN I SAW THIS
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@djarrex sweet lord I feel like i have transcended this plane of existence
Your Post Order 66 Rex series is one of my two GO TO fics—the other being By Any Other Name by the glorious @rowansparrow (if you haven’t read it I HIGHLY RECOMMEND)
but oh my god
thank you🥺 this made my GOD DAMN DAY
33 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 23:23:45 GMT
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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Nine: Group Therapy
Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)
Summary: A familiar drink brings back steamy memories for Shane (by popular demand), a ghost from the past picks a fight with the present, and the future hangs in the balance for our heroes.
Behind on the drama? It’s cool. I gotchu.
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings:  Language, mature themes, violence, smut, alcohol consumption, more feels than you can shake a stick at.
Author’s Note: Guys. Listen guys. I know this chapter is a tad late…not that I have deadlines, I just know y’all want more sooner than I can always get it to you. It’s also, though, a bit longer than most of the previous installments have been. I hope you guys enjoy it. I think it’s my favorite chapter so far…I definitely cried the most writing it…you’ll see why…I’m not sorry. Initially, for some reason, it was hard to stay focused. (I blame my own emotions and feelings clouding my ambitions. Can’t let that happen anymore. Even though the same factors apply. I’ve gotta keep my head in it!) I’m actually pretty sad that there won’t be very much more of this story…they’ve been such good friends to me. I may just have to find a way to keep them going in follow-up drabbles. I don’t know. But I’m open to suggestions.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.
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It wasn’t top on Shane’s list of things she wanted to do tonight, but it had been ages since she’d gone out with her friends. It wasn’t totally because she’d been seeing Sy. But more recently, he had become the most prevalent reason she ended up bowing out. Because she had plans with him, or she needed to do things that she hadn’t gotten or wouldn’t get done because of plans with him unless she skipped out. They were bad excuses, but those of an introvert weren’t usually top-shelf, anyway.
It was Heather, the other secretary Marsha and her husband Alec, some of her fellow PTs Cory and Juan, and both OTs, Olivia and Miranda there at Cade’s that night. And Shane and Sy, of course. They were sitting at two tables close together, and after dinner, the guys got up to play darts while the ladies ordered a round of shots.
Heather both requested and paid for the tray of tiny glasses full of dark liquor. Shane knew the aroma all too well. Those were full of Jack Daniels. And she got tingly just thinking about the spirit, especially now.
“Let’s drink the first round to Shane.” She passed them around and held one up. “For landing captain sexy pants over there, and for being happier than I’ve seen her in actual years.” Heather clinked to the middled with the other girls as they completed the toast with cheery responses of “to Shane!” With intermittent whoops and cat-calls. She felt funny saluting herself, so she said nothing, silently dedicating her own drink to the guy she wasn’t expecting, wasn’t even asking for, but who’d been gifted to her, by God Himself, it seemed. Whoever or whatever or why ever, she was grateful for him.
She downed the full measure of whiskey, feeling the familiar pleasant burn down her throat and reminisced about the last time she’d had the drink.
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“No you’re cheating!” She slurred at Sy’s kitchen table.
“Not how I see it!” He smirked, that crooked grin mixing with the alcohol in her already impaired system making a heady and dangerous concoction.
“You’re delib’rately using my PT career against me!” They we’re playing “Never Have I Ever.” And he’d just used “never have I ever measured somebody up with a big protractor.”
“Hey, you’ve been trying to get me with ‘never have I army this, and never have I army that.’ And you just can’t and now you’re mad about it.”
“Ugh, I’m not mad, I just…don’t like cheating okay. Fair play. I’m a Hufflepuff, through and through!”
“As a Gryffindor, I resent your implication against my honor! And I say, drink twice.” They’d run out of mixer, and were down to the straight liquor. She was fine with it. She loved the sweet, oaky burn of Number 7 as she held small swallows on her tongue. Relished the burn of it on the tender skin of her lips like a rough kiss. She took two shots at his insistence.
“Never have I ever…fired a gun!” And they both drank because she had chosen a “never” that she “had ever” on purpose. She liked feeling this way with Sy. She liked being able to abandon her control and feel safe in so doing. Knowing that he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. Including herself.
His eyes began to glimmer in a way that she could always tell meant he was thinking something particularly salacious. Which typically meant something good was about to happen.
“Never have I ever…fooled around in a kitchen.” He waited a beat, then slowly stood, taking a long stride to stand directly in front of Shane, towering over her as she sat limp from drinking and more than ready for whatever he was planning. The kiss he gave her was almost instantly hungry, devouring, consuming. A wild fire that would spread throughout the forest of her. He pulled a stool out from under the table near her, barely having to break the contact and sat down in front of her on it. She leaned into him now, the boneless feeling now overtaken by her craving for him. She tugged at his casual blue tank top that stunned her because of the way it matched his eyes so well. She needed him closer. His hands rested on her thighs, mostly bare in the shorts she'd chosen for tonight, simply for their comfort, and not because they provided any sort of easy access. Not on a conscious level, anyway, she told herself.
His grip was tightening but the pain of the pressure didn't matter. His thumbs and fingers were rupturing tiny blood vessels and she registered the pain and the fact that she would have bruises in the shape of his claiming grip but all that really mattered was that he was there. Near. Present. And touching her.  
His hands moved, sliding up her legs, their trajectory shifting inward, their aim to open her up to him.
She was nothing short of willing.
He reached down to the seat between her legs and pulled her closer to him. Yes, she thought. He's too far away. Even though she could smell the whiskey on his breath even as she tasted it, still sweet on her own tongue. He laid a gentle hand on her left cheek, an almost chaste gesture, that snaked into something entirely different as it descended, brushing her neck, between her breasts, and over her abdomen, tumultuous from his touch and the drink.
He made it finally to her apex, easily brushing aside the fabric of her shorts, and teasing her there over her underwear with a soft, measured touch. She threw her arms around his neck, a wordless plea for him to go on. But her body was at odds with her mind.
“Sy, I wanna go slow.” She meant she didn’t want to end up in his bed tonight. Well, not that she didn't want to…
"Don't worry, sunshine. I'll take it real slow." he assured her, pretending to misunderstand her meaning as he teased her over her panties. She couldn't have spoken to correct him even if his lips hadn't taken an urgent hold on hers. His firm but frustrating touch was leaving her speechless and breathless.
Finally, he moved her undergarment aside to touch her, skin to skin. To pull a sweet, euphoric moan from her with just his fingers. He had been right about taking his time. It took him ages to find that space inside her that brought her to her pinnacle, but he made the wait enjoyable, all the same. She had a feeling he could have gone right to it, if he’d wanted to, but since she’d asked for it…
He grinned and chuckled into her mouth a bit as he toyed with her. He finally spoke,
“Hot damn, girl, you should have told me you needed me this bad.” He added a second finger to his game of search and destroy.
She could only grasp at his bare shoulders and the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to ground herself. He quickened, then slowed in sweet torture until her cries of his name became over loud for his neighborhood. The last build up, he added his thumb , brushing it against her aching center.
It hit her in waves of bliss as every muscle in her body responded to his localized, expert touch. Her vision blurred and for a second she could see the electricity flowing through air and matter and into her. Since when did THAT happen to her when she came?
“Sy!” She whimpered, a plea for him to stop but also to never stop.
“I know, darlin’, it’s alright. I’ve gotcha. Go on and let it out.” And she barely realized another climax had been building in her before she was falling headlong into it again, just as intense as the first one. He slowed, gently soothing her body after its small death, rubbing her neck and shoulder on the right side with his free hand.
He took his right hand away from her heat, brought it up to his mouth, and tasted her on his fingers. He poured them both another shot of whiskey, they threw them back, and once she had caught her breath from it all, she said,
“I don’t know the score, but I think you’ve won.”
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Back in the present, she felt too sober to handle the bombardment of questions coming from her coworkers, no matter how pure their intentions.
“So are you guys a couple, like officially?”
“Have you met each other’s folks?”
“Do you think he’s the one?”
“What is he like in bed!?”
“I bet he’s an absolute fiend!”
“Nah, guys ya think that about are always so vanilla.”
“How big is he!?”
All of these questions seemed to come at one time, or at least before she could answer the previous ones, and it made her head spin.
“Listen, girls. I’m gonna go get myself a strong drink, and when I come back, I’ll answer one question at a time, so figure out the order in which you’ll be asking, and a punishment system for interrupting. Fair?” The hens all nodded their beaks in agreement as she stood to go to the bar. She reminded herself to add a disclaimer when she got back to the table about having veto power over questions she felt weren’t appropriate.
As she stood at the bar waiting for her turn with the bartender, she tensed as she heard an all too familiar voice say her name.
“Shane Benton.” He said in a charming tenor that she now found obnoxiously boyish.
“Elliott Thomas. What misdeed did I do in a past life to end up back in the same room with you?” He ignored her jibe.
“You look well.” He said, surveying her as if he intended to make a purchase.
“Okay.” She would not give credence to half assed, insincere compliments.
“Who’s the guy you’re with tonight?”
“That couldn’t be any less your business.”
“You’ll always be my business, sweetheart.”
She rolled her eyes.  “Funny, you didn’t seem to give a shit when we were together.”
“Come on, tell me where ya met this meat head.”
“Back off, Elliott.”
“Come on. He’s in a plaid shirt. He looks like he’s trying to cosplay the Brawny man. How quick does he pick you up?” He raised his eyebrows, driving home his attempt at double entendre.
The rage came suddenly, without warning, and manifested in a firm slap from her right hand to his left cheek. It landed solidly enough for him to have to stretch his jaw and feel it, as if making sure it was still there.
"Well, still got some spunk. Good to know. Not so fast--" he grabbed her wrist as she stepped away from the bar, but she was saved the trouble of getting out of it with her favorite self-defense maneuver, by the solid wall of red plaid and denim topped with his favorite black Chiefs hat. Sy had apparently noticed her altercation at the bar and elected to step in.
"What's goin' on here?" he asked, not brusquely, but so coolly that it was almost friendly. Elliott let go of Shane's wrist immediately and threw his hands up.
"No trouble here, man. Just a little friendly conversation between two former lovers." he said, oozing pure, stinking hubris.
"Oh, you're Elliott. Nice to meet you, man." Sy reached out to shake the man's hand. "I've actually been wanting to thank you."
Elliott looked confused. So was Shane. This guy had broken her heart. What was Sy intent on thanking him for?
"I wanted to thank you for fucking up so bad with this kind, beautiful woman, this graceful and forgiving saint, that she couldn't stand the sight of you any longer. Who knows. If you hadn't been such a dick, she may not have been free to be with me today." all of this, Sy said with Elliott's hand still in his. Shaking it. Apparently not too firmly. Until Sy leaned in very closely and whispered something to Elliott that made him go several shades of puce, and grimace, pulling his hand away, which Sy eventually relinquished.
After Elliott had tucked his tail and ran away, Shane found herself in a far less merry temperament than she'd come in with. She and Sy decided to leave. They said their goodbyes, Shane promising more answers as soon as she could. And they left, her arm around his waist, and his around her shoulder.
About halfway to Sy's truck, Shane heard a solid ping near her ear and the shattering of glass on the pavement nearby, followed by a low growl from deep in Sy's chest. They halted in their stride, Shane turning quickly around, Sy turning more slowly and intentionally in the direction of his would be attacker.
Elliot stood beside the brick exterior of the bar with three other men, none of them within 50 pounds of Sy, and hardly a match for him…individually…but together, she was concerned. She would absolutely try to help fight these guys, but she couldn't take out more than one with the potential weapons she had on her person that she could inventory off hand. Plus, if she had to fight Elliott…he'd get into her head…she knew it. Thank God she didn't know the other guys. She'd hope to get one of them.
"Can I help you gentlemen?" Sy said, back to his polite self, not worried about potentially getting into a street fight in which they were outnumbered two to one.
"Just thought you'd like to tell my buddies here what you said to me in there. I mean, I gave them the gist, but I think they'd like to hear it from you." Elliott puffed.
"Ah, somebody can't keep a secret." Sy sigh scolded him, wagging his finger at him as if he was a misbehaved child. "I was gonna let it all go as long as you left us alone. Did you mention that to them before you got them into a whole mess o' trouble?"
"Tell them, you fuckin' coward."
"Big talk from a guy who had to make it four to one before he confronted me." Sy accused.
"Four to two." Shane squared her shoulders, standing next to Sy, and attempting to make herself look more formidable, which was next to impossible given the fact that the man beside her was a massive army captain and she was just…herself. But she'd be damned if she stood by and let Sy take all of this on when it was all because of her. Plus, she didn't want him to reinjure himself.
"How about you jump in if I need ya, sunshine." He whispered to her. She didn't move or reply. "But ya know, since ya asked so nicely, I will oblige. I told this piss-ant friend of yours after he physically accosted this lovely lady here, in no uncertain terms that if he EVER touched MY GIRLFRIEND again, he'd be begging for death for hours before I had mercy on him and put him out of his misery and that his body would never be found." He eyed each of the men before him, his fiery gaze a physical force upon them, letting his promise to Elliott sink in. "Now if y'all wanna defend a man who would put hands on a woman, and then proceed to physically assault a United States Army veteran like myself, I can come up with similar guarantees for all of ya. And carry them out here tonight. But y'all look like ya've got a lot o' shit ya still wanna get done in this life with limbs and dicks intact. So I would encourage all of you fine gentlemen to walk away from this situation."
Two of the men, surrendered, claiming Elliott hadn't mentioned that he'd hurt Shane or that Sy was a vet. One of the men asked to shake his hand and thanked him for his service. The smallest member of Elliott's group, however, remained with him. Shane thought she recognized him after getting a better look. He'd been at a few events she'd been to with Elliott's friend group. She thought his name was Kyle. Clearly he was one of Elliott's oldest and most loyal friends. He still looked skeptical. Unsure that the two of them alone could take Sy. Shane thought he was right to be worried.
"Come on, Kyle!" Elliott summoned his friend to the fight.
"I dunno, man. He's a soldier and I mean…look at him. Look at us!"
"You pussy." Elliott walked up to Sy.
"You don't want to do this, friend." Sy warned.
"I'm not your friend, asshole. You stole my girlfriend." he swung wildly at the larger man, but missed. He was unsteady, Shane could see now, from excessive drink. She hadn't noticed inside.
Sy remained still for one punch that landed weakly on his jaw, barely displacing it. "Are you done, there, Mayweather? We even? Now that you got to hit me?"
"We are not done. Not until one of us is on the ground." Elliott insisted.
"Fair enough." Sy socked him with a jab straight to the nose, knocking him dizzily to the hard asphalt of the parking lot. Kyle came up to him to drag Elliott to a nearby car as his head lolled forward like a rag doll.
"I'll get him to the ER. Explain to them what happened. You guys get home safe. And thanks for not killing him. Or me." Kyle said as he opened his passenger door. Sy helped heave Elliott's comatose form into the seat and shook Kyle's hand.
Shane's eyes were still wide at the entire chain of events. Her adrenaline supercharged from her readiness to fight alongside her man. Which, she was both relieved and disappointed that she didn't have to do. But there was another thing on her mind. She had been mentally replaying what Sy had said to Elliott played over and over for more reasons than his chivalrous and heroic conduct.
When they were in the car and headed to her house, Shane asked him about it.
"So…you called me your girlfriend tonight." she looked at him.
"Shit, Shane, I'm sorry. I've been wanting to ask ya for days to make things official, and I just haven't found the right time. I was gonna ask you over drinks tonight in front of all your friends, but then that asshole fucked it all up. I even have a gift for you." he fished around in his pocket for a small, flat box, and handed it to her. She flipped up the spring loaded lid of the black velvet box, and inside, on a tiny pillow of black satin was a silver necklace with a silver charm. An "S" in an elaborate script with a small emerald set in the lower hook of the letter. "And if you don't want to make it official, you can still keep the necklace, because the 'S' can be for 'Shane,' and the stone can just be an emerald, and ya don't have to think about it like it's my birthstone, and I--"
"Sy, hush. Of course I want to be your girlfriend, officially. I've been dying to say it myself. And I love the necklace. It's perfect."
"Really? You mean it? All of it?" she'd never seen him so desperate. She had no idea why he thought she might not be serious. But she did have an idea of how to prove it.
"Stay with me tonight, Sy."
"It's still early yet, babe. I'll have plenty of time--"
"No, I mean, I want you. Tonight." How could she be more clear than that?
"Oh, you mean…but I thought you wanted to wait until my treatments were over?" He asked, as if he didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.
"When you were on the phone with my boss that day, you said something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about. Something that's gnawed at my will and resolve ever since. You said that life was too short, and you didn't want to wait to be happy when you could be happy now." she was verging on tears. "Well, I'm tired of waiting too, Sy. You make me happier than I've ever been, and I don't see the point in ignoring what we really want anymore. Because the fact is, Sy…the fact has been for a while now," she laughed at her own foolishness for stifling and ignoring it all this time, "I love you. And I think I have from the moment you first called me ma'am." She was fully crying now, and the tears had broken through down his cheeks, as well.
He pulled into her driveway and jumped out of his truck, still running, headlights blazing into her yard. He jogged around the front, but Shane, being uninjured had caught up to him without the benefit of a head start. He caught her up in his arms as if she'd stay there forever. They sobbed tears of joy and relief as they kissed each other with abandon, silhouettes against the footlights and exhaust courtesy of the Ford Motor Company, the PowerStroke engine roaring a soundtrack for this moment as it idled.
"I love you, Shane. From the moment you found me dreading therapy all alone that first day and cheered me up instantly. I knew." he brush the tears and hairs away from her face and held it, scrutinizing her features in the high-beams as if he intended to draw her from memory.
"I didn't know you were dreading it." she laughed, lightening the mood a bit.
"I was. A lot. Never had a lot of luck, especially recently, with PT. Until you."
She smiled, and looked at the truck, a third party to their romantic moment now more obvious to her.
"You're wasting gas."
"Hang the gas. I'm wasting time with you. You wanna go inside?" he asked. She nodded.
"You go get your purse. I'll be right around."
Sy shut off the truck and took his keys out, locking the vehicle from the fob after his arm was back around Shane and they were walking up her front porch steps.
Up Next: Chapter 10- Myofascial Release
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samthemarvelfan · 4 years
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One Last Time: Part 1 of 2
Summary: ModernAU! Mini Series! With her best friend’s wedding around the corner, Ella Monroe is bound to run into people from her past. While she may have left her old life behind, it seems as though her heart hasn’t.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC,(can be read as Y/N) Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson
Warnings: Swearing, heavy angst, infidelity, mentions of drinking.
A/N: Hi guys! This idea came to me at about 3 am last Thursday and I’ve been fine tuning it since. It’s a long one again, (sorry!) so strap in! <3
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“So there’s no one you wanna bring?” Wanda asked through your speaker.
You’d put her on speaker phone when you entered the hotel room. Walking through checking for any imperfections, you continued your conversation.
“Wan, honestly it’s fine. I told you I didn’t need a plus-one when you sent the invites out...a year ago.”
She chuckled, “I know, I guess I was just holding out for a miracle.”
You rolled your eyes, “Ha-ha.” You said sardonically. “Well, before I’m insulted anymore, I’m gonna go get ready for your rehearsal dinner.”
“I’m only teasing you, Els. You’re not the only person coming solo...” she spoke. Wanda was your best friend, and you knew what she was doing. She was baiting you.
“Wan...” you scold.
“I’m just saying! There’s a few people who also declined the plus-one!” She feigned her innocence.
A sigh escaped you, “Are you gonna get to the point?”
She paused, “Well like, I don’t know...Bucky for example, he’s coming solo too.”
“And there it is.” You said flatly.
“There what is?” She asked.
You flopped on the bed, placing the phone on your chest. “Wanda, I don’t care that he’s going to be there. I don’t care if he’s going solo. I don’t care to see him.”
“Ella...” she said, her voice full of pity.
“No, no, no. Don’t you ‘Ella’ me,” you mock, “I’m fine, Wan. I haven’t seen him in what, 5 years? I doubt he’s even thinking about me being there, and before this conversation I sure as hell wasn’t thinking about him.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire. You thought.
She sighed, “I just...I know he hurt you. More than that, I know you, Els. I don’t want you to get wrapped up in the past when you see him. I want you to actually enjoy the weekend, not avoid Bucky the whole time you’re in town.”
You heard her say hello to someone, “Oh Els, Vis just got here, I’ll see you tonight?” She said, the excitement apparent in her voice.
“Yes you will, love you!” You pressed end on the call, and let out a puff of air.
You’d be damned if your evening was going to be ruined by Bucky Barnes.
6 Years Earlier:
“So are you guys dating or what?” Wanda asked you, gripping her mug excitedly.
You felt embarrassment rise to you face, “I...I think so? Who knows with him, he’s never actually asked me out on a date before tonight.”
She rolled her eyes as she sipped her coffee, “Ella...the guy is obsessed with you. I see the way you guys are together, he’s a different person around you.”
You smiled to yourself, “I like him, Wan. I like him so fucking much,” you laugh. “He’s so kind, and he’s funny, and he remembers everything. I told him one time—one time, what my favorite ice cream was. Remember when I had the flu a few weeks back? He sent me a whole get-well package, Ben and Jerry’s Cinnamon Buns ice cream included.”
You fidgeted with the straw in you iced coffee as Wanda looked at you. The smile on her face screamed excitement, but it didn’t match the concern in her eyes.
“What is it?” You ask, before sipping your drink.
She shook her head softly, “Nothing, Els.” She fibbed.
“Wanda...” you chastised.
She sighed, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt. That’s all.”
You gave her a look of confusion, and she continued.
“I’ve known Bucky since college, and he’s a great friend. He’s loyal, and he’s kind, and he’d give you the shirt off his back in a second.”
“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming...” you said cautiously.
“He’s never been a one-girl kinda guy. Any relationship he’s ever had has been...short-lived at best. I hope that’s not the case any more, is all. You’re my best friend on the planet and you don’t deserve that.”
Nodding, you take in her words. Bucky had asked if you wanted to grab dinner from your favorite pizza place and then head to the park for a picnic dinner. That sounds like a date, right?
“He makes me feel safe, Wan. Like I can be myself around him and he’ll always have my back. I’ve never felt like that with anybody.” You smile softly to yourself.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you think he doesn’t like you, truth be told I’ve never seen him act like he does with you with anyone else either, it’s like you put a spell on the guy.”
You let out a chuckle, “We can only hope!”
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You looked fucking good.
You’d never been one to be that confident, but tonight you couldn’t help it. The dress you’d picked was perfect; deep green, velvet and long sleeves. All with black heels to match.
The ride to the restaurant was quick. Wanda thankfully was savvy enough to keep everything within the same 5 blocks.
As you entered, you were handed a glass of champagne, which it took a lot of control not o guzzle down in one swig.
This place was stunning. Marble floors, golden sconces, and dark wood accents. It even had an incredible view of the water, and a patio jetting out so you could enjoy the stars and views of the city.
“Ella?” A strong voice called behind you.
You spun and saw Steve with a cheeky grin on his face. “Steve, oh my God, hi!”
You embraced him without hesitation, “Holy shit, Els. I almost didn’t recognize you, you look amazing.”
He kissed your cheek as you rubbed a hand on his back. “This is nuts, what’s it been...3 years?” You ask.
He laughed, “I think so, the uh, the September Foundation Gala! That was the last project you worked on with us, right?”
You pursed you’re lips into a forced smile, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I think so.”
A few years back, you’d been working for Stark Industries as the Liaison for Logistical Affairs; AKA the calmer of all the shit storms.
You’d proposed the Grant program to your boss/CEO of the company Tony Stark, and he actually went for it. The September Foundation is—was your baby.
“We miss you over there, the org is thriving. It’s all thanks to you ya know, you may have left us, but you inspired a lot of greatness while you were there.” Steve said earnestly.
You smiled earnestly, “Rogers I am way to sober to be this sentimental.”
He laughed, “Come on, I’ll get you a drink.”
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Some time later you’d seen nearly all of your old friends.
Nat was pregnant, due to pop any second. She and Sam were expecting twins—a boy and a girl.
“I can’t believe this!” You shout, caressing her tummy.
“You? Shit, I still think there’s four or five of them in there with how big I am.” She gestured to her stomach.
You shook your head in protest, “Stop that, you are literally glowing.”
“I’m just glad Wanda, in her ever-modern wisdom mind you, decided against a bridal party.” The air quotes really added to the sarcasm.
Sam quirked an eyebrow, “Wait, I thought this was a rehearsal dinner. Y’all are telling me it’s just gonna be the two of ‘em standing up there tomorrow?”
You nod, “Yup. I think this is more of a celebration dinner with her closest pals, but that’s a little wordy for an invite.”
Nat chuckled, “It’s a little weird, but...so is Wanda.”
“Speak of the devil...” Wanda said approaching your circle of friends.
She hugged everyone, and announced that the buffet was open as was the bar.
“Open bar? Wanda you’re an angel.” Sam joked.
“Oh no, no, no. I can’t drink now or for the foreseeable future, but what I can do is eat. Let go.” Nat joked pushing Sam towards the buffet station.
“Ella, come here.” Wanda pulled you gently towards the side of the room.
“You look gorgeous.” You said. Taking in her stunning off-white gown. A little taste before the big reveal tomorrow night.
“I love you for that, but listen, Bucky just got here and I—“
“Wanda...” you say seriously.
“Ella, will you just listen? He asked me if you were here...”
Your breathing hitched, “And what did you tell him?”
She rolled her eyes, “What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? No? Of course I told him you were here. He’s at the bar with Steve.”
Surprise, surprise. You thought to yourself.
Who does he think he is? Asking if you’re here. As if he has some fucking right to even ask that. More importantly, why does he care?
Shaking your head subtly, you turn your attention back to Wanda.
“Listen to me, this is your night. Stop worrying about everyone else and enjoy your last night as a free woman.” You joked.
She rubbed your shoulder, “I can’t help it. I worry about you.”
Wanda has always had your back. She was there to pick up the pieces when Bucky left you behind. She was the one who let you mope on her couch for damn near a month before you finally slapped some sense into yourself.
“I’m grown up now, Mom,” you chided. “Time to push me out of the nest.”
She sighed, “If you need me at all, you better come find me.”
After a quick nod, and another promise, Wanda went to go mingle with Vis by her side.
The war in your head was waging fiercely. You wanted to avoid him, shield yourself from those painful memories at all cost.
But you also wanted to show him what he’d missed out on. How happy you are, how good you looked, and how much better off you are.
Without him.
You seemed to be walking on eggshells, drifting across the stone floor of the rented-out restaurant. It was only a matter of time until you were noticed.
“Ella! Come here, I got you another shot of Jameson.” Steve’s booming voice called out over the various groups of people.
Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Your internal monologue griped.
You looked to Steve, seeing he was standing alone. “Thank God...” you whisper to yourself.
Steve pulled you to him, placing a hand on the small of your back. The warm sensation made you blush.
“Steve, you know what this stuff does to me.” You chastised playfully.
He nodded, “Indeed I do, and you know what this stuff does to me.” He held up a shot of what you assume is tequila, “So we’ll be in the same boat.”
You shrugged, “As long as we’re in that boat together.”
Steve winked at you, and with that, you both tossed down the shots with ease.
The night went smoothly for a few hours. You had done shots with the bride-to-be, eaten some delicious pasta, and danced the night away with Sam and Steve.
You also had not seen Bucky anywhere.
Maybe he left. Maybe he’d asked Wanda if you were here so he’d know whether to stick around or not. Maybe he truly didn’t wanna see you, or maybe he didn’t have the fucking balls too.
5 Years Earlier:
You’d been trying to get in touch with Bucky all day. You’d gotten the job with Stark Industries and couldn’t wait to share the news with him!
After a third call to his cell left unanswered, you’d figured he was sleeping or playing video games so you decided just to wait until you got home to tell him.
You’d been living together for about a month, and it’s made life so much easier. Bucky made life so much easier.
He was so caring and so kind. He’d make breakfast on Sunday’s, a day you both had off, and he’d never let you leave without a goodbye kiss. He was truly the perfect boyfriend.
Your keys jingled in the lock, only to find it unlocked.
“Buck? Babe?” You called out into the apartment.
Dropping your bag on the bench near the door as usual, you didn’t even bother taking off your shoes as you couldn’t wait to tell him the news.
“Babe? I have the best news! Where are you?” You call out, finally hearing the music playing softly in the bedroom.
You open the door slowly, assuming he’s sleeping. Instead you see Bucky shirtless, resting against the headboard with one arm behind his head.
“Buck?” You call softly.
His eyes spring open at your voice calling out to him, and he stumbles out of the bed. “Ella? What are you—“
“Hey I didn’t find any—who the hell is this?”
All at once, it was as if time stood still.
There was a half-naked woman standing in your bedroom. Her hair was mussed and she walked to stand by Bucky like she’s known him her whole life.
“Who the hell am I? Bitch, you’re in my house! What the fuck is this, James?” You shout.
You’re enraged. Your hurt. It’s evident by the shaking of your body, and the tears forming in your eyes.
“Ella, I can expla—“
“She’s got 3 seconds to get out of my house before I break her fucking jaw.” You spoke to no one in particular, cutting him off.
The blonde grabbed a pile of clothing from the floor and left without another word.
“Ella...” Bucky said walking towards you. He was in just his boxers, a sight that usually made your mouth water, now made you ill.
“Do not fucking touch me.”
He put his hands on his hips, and hung his head low. What could he say? Nothing.
“I didn’t—“
“You didn’t what, James? Hmm?” You ask, your throat pained from holding back tears.
He shifted from foot to foot. “I didn’t think you’d be back this early.”
Wow.
His words dropped onto your heart like a boulder. You felt like you were going to be sick any second.
“Get out.” You seethed.
His eyes got wide, “Please, Doll. Please let me—“
“Get out of my fucking house!” You scream.
When he was gone, what followed was like a scene from a movie. You shredded any remnants of Bucky you could find.
Albums? Snapped in half. Clothes? Destroyed. Photos? Smashed. Anything he’d touched or bought you? Thrown out.
You should have listened. Trusted friends who had your best interests at heart. But no, you let this manipulative son of a bitch into you home, you body, and heart.
The only thing you hadn’t thrown out? His letters.
He’d written you dozens. All claiming he loved you, missed you, wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
Liar. You thought to yourself.
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The memories that flooded your mind made you head start to spin.
Or maybe that was the booze.
After 10, the restaurant had been cleared of tables and turned into a private club with a dance floor.
Only Wanda...
You found Steve next to you, “I’m gonna get some air!” You shout over the music.
Steve nodded, “Want me to go with you?” He asked.
You shook your head, “No, no I’m good. I’ll be right back!”
Weaving in and out of couples and groups, you made your way to the door which led to the private patio.
The cool air kissed your skin, and you relished in the relief. The air was so clean as opposed to the sweaty mess happening inside right now.
You leaned against the railing and looked out over the water. The quiet night helped silence your mind, ironically.
Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes. Intending to get a few moments of peace, until soft footsteps got your attention.
“I was wondering how long you were gonna avoid me.”
Part Two!
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ironmandeficiency · 3 years
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creator tag game
thank you to my loves @filthybookworm and @obirain for tagging me in this game!! i’ve been on tumblr for several years under various accounts and different fandoms, but this account wasn’t made until may of this year. it not only documents my return to the star wars fandom and my eventual pedro pascal love, but also paved the way for some awesome stuff i’ve written and some badass ppl i’ve met along the way but that’s another post y’all
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
cody, where’s my lightsaber? — this was a fic i wrote while ✨not sober✨ and is strangely one of the longest one-shots i’ve ever written. it makes me laugh every time i read it and is one of the first things i recommend sw fans to read when they find my blog. obi-wan is always fun to write whether he’s in his element or somewhere to the distant left of it.
who’s my commander — my first genuine dive into making clone oc’s started here & oh boy how it’s grown since then. i’m writing more for some of my oc boys these days and this fic got me into it (by accident but i’m not complaining). this is one of my highest-note fics and another serotonin goldmine.
tattered — this one is actually relatively recent and it’s one that i always drift to when i’m in need of a little extra affection. i’m not as big a lover of wolffe as many of my friends are but even in the early stages of writing, this piece resonated with me. the yearning, the concept of hurt/comfort as a whole... i love it. seeing the stoic and grumpy be reduced to their base emotions in tough situations has always appealed to me
all over the road — my first fic for a pedro pascal character was this little frankie fic. it’s sweet, it’s funny, it has a little bit of ✨spice✨ to it. i also wrote it before even watching triple frontier but that’s not the point 😂 inspired by a country song, as some of my pedro boy fics tend to be (blame my yeehoe status), this one never fails to give me a smile.
noassatall — includes a phrase my grandmother used all her life to describe those who weren’t bestowed with 🍑. this drabble is sentimental to me bc of the phrase but otherwise it’s just funny af. javi being defensive over his lil booty is amusing to me tbh
gonna tag @goldafterglow @catsnkooks @catfishingmorales @scribbledghost @hdlynn @thewayofthemandalorian @nobie @anakin-danvers @a-dorin @roamalongwithme @clonewarslover55 & @dindjarindiaries (no pressure, lovelies 💕)
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petersasteria · 4 years
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You Again?! - H.O. // 6
Pairing: Haz x Reader
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*
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“Everyone, Harrison’s here!” the director announces as soon as Harrison arrives at the venue with Y/N. Harrison smiles at the director and walks towards him in order to speak with him regarding the movie, completely leaving Y/N standing there awkwardly.
She sits down on an empty seat far from everyone. ‘At least I won’t be in the way of everyone.’ Y/N thinks to herself before pulling out her book to study.
She gets distracted, though. She looks up from her book only to see three girls flirting with Harrison. He doesn’t act up on anything and Y/N trusts him a lot, however, she can’t help but feel insecure. She can’t help but think that Harrison might lose interest in her and leave her for some other girl.
Her gaze never leaves Harrison and she doesn’t notice someone standing beside her. The person taps her shoulder and she looks at them in shock.
It’s Tom.
She smiles and stands up to give her best friend a hug. Tom chuckles and hugs back, “I didn’t know Haz would bring you. I thought you’d be so caught up with studying for your board exam.”
She pulls away from the hug to look at Tom, “I can multitask. Maybe you’re forgetting that I’m the master at that.”
They both chuckle and Tom asks, “Why are you so fixed on Harrison and those girls?”
They both knew the answer, but Tom asked anyway. He knew whenever there’s something wrong and Y/N is thankful to have someone in her life who knows her better than she knows herself.
“I don’t need to tell you.” Y/N says quietly as she gives him a sad smile. She looks at Harrison and the girls again as they laugh about God knows what. “You already know, Tom.”
Tom pats her back sympathetically and sighs. His thoughts were right. He feels sad whenever Y/N’s sad. He’s not quite sure why she feels insecure. Sure, Y/N’s no model, but she’s beautiful. She’s smart too. She’s also really kind and funny.
“Hey, I have an idea.” Tom says, breaking Y/N’s train of thought and sadness. “How about, I’ll help you review this time so that I can distract you from all that.” Tom suggest, nodding his head to where Harrison and the girls were.
Y/N doesn’t hesitate and instead grabs her things before walking out with Tom to the nearest cafe so they could review in peace.
They must have been reviewing for hours, because Y/N checks her phone only to find 26 texts from Harrison and 5 missed calls. 
Tom didn’t notice as he takes a bite of his cookie before asking Y/N the next question, “What can mean something that is a hindrance or puts an individual or group at a disadvantage, or it can be something a person is responsible for?”
When Y/N didn’t respond, he looks at her, only to find her texting someone. ‘Most likely Haz’, he thinks.
Y/N feels someone looking at her and she looks up to see Tom. “Oh, sorry. What’s the question again?” Y/N asks, putting her phone away.
“I think this is enough studying for today. We should head back now.” Tom says with a small smile on his face. “Besides, Haz is probably looking for you.”
Together, they begin to clean up and leave the cafe to go back to the venue of the shooting. Upon arriving, they see Harrison sitting on a stool scrolling through his phone.
“Haz!” Tom calls out. Harrison looks up from his phone and smiles at his best mate. He gets up from the stool and walks towards Tom to give him a quick hug.
“You actually came!” Harrison chuckles as he pulls away.
“Of course I did! I wanted to support you just like how you’d support me.” Tom smiles. Y/N observes the two interact and it makes her heart flutter and full to see the important men in her life being supportive of one another.
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“Haz, how long are we staying here?” Y/N asks.
“Just a month. Why?” Harrison responds, looking at Y/N.
She shakes her head and says, “Nothing.” She smiles at him and distracts herself by studying again.
“By the way, we’re going out tonight. Do you have anything to wear? We could shop.” Harrison tells her.
“Depends on where we’re going.” Y/N shrugs.
“We’re going to a club tonight to just let loose.” Harrison says. “You up for it? I can back out if you want?” He looks at her for assurance.
Y/N looks at her boyfriend’s face. He looks like he really wants to go and Y/N has never been clubbing before, mainly because she simply doesn’t want to. All her life, she’s been studying and proving her parents wrong.
Y/N smiles and tells him that they can go out tonight. So, here she is trying to read a book in a club whilst sitting alone in a booth with Harrison nowhere to be found. The people who were with them either left with someone already or on the dance floor.
Tom sits next to her and hands her a drink, “You look like you need it. Just let loose for a bit, Y/N/N! One drink won’t hurt.” He chuckles.
She thanks him and takes a sip of the drink that he has given her. She wasn’t very fond of the taste, but she’s trying to let loose.
“Why are you just sitting here?” Tom asks, his best friend.
“Someone has to watch their stuff and I’ve got nothing better to do. Besides, you know clubbing isn’t really my thing.” Y/N lightly chuckles.
“I guess you’re right, but why are you here then?” He questions.
“Someone has to stay with Haz and he brought me here in LA. So, I’ll be keeping a close watch. But I can’t do that now, because I don’t even know where he ran off to.” Y/N sighs. “Have you even seen him?”
“Oh, yeah. He’s on the dance floor with Elle.” Tom shrugs.
“Who?” Y/N asks. “Who’s Elle?” Y/N turns to look at Tom.
“She’s Haz’s friend. They met at this modeling gig and they’ve been friends ever since. She liked him at one point, but he never liked her; she wasn’t his type.” Tom explains. “Besides, around the time they met, I was already trying to set him up with you and clearly all my hard work paid off.” He says with a smug grin on his face. Y/N playfully rolls her eyes.
She nods before putting her book away and taking a sip of her drink. Soon enough, she and Tom are laughing about random things. Both of them are still sober, though. It was time to go back and together, they look for Harrison. They find him by the bar, drunk as ever, ordering another drink for himself.
“Haz,” Y/N says softly as she shakes her head at the bartender as a sign that Harrison won’t be having any more drinks. “You’re drunk. You’ll have a really bad hangover. Let’s go back to the hotel, okay?”
Y/N notices lipstick stains on his cheek. She looks at Tom and he sighs, “It’s Elle. Haz would never cheat. Elle can’t control herself around him.”
Tom looks genuinely pissed at Elle, “If you ask me, I really dislike her.”
Tom helps a drunk Harrison out of the club. Y/N quickly follows behind them.
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The lipstick stains on Harrison’s cheeks were never mentioned and Y/N seemed to move on from it. Harrison, however, had no clue about it at all. 
It’s been a week since they came back from LA and Y/N just wants to relax and study. Harrison had other plans. Due to his fame and all, he’s always out and about for different festivals, photo shoots, parties, and launching events.
Y/N’s been accepting it and she’s just going with it even though it’s so tiring and it’s beginning to turn into a routine, especially when Harrison decided to move in with her three days after they got back from LA.
Harrison would leave at noon then he would come home at two in the morning too drunk to even acknowledge Y/N who’s sitting on the couch staying up late just to wait for him to come home all while studying for her boarding exam.
Y/N would then close her book before standing up to help Harrison up the stairs and into their now shared bedroom. She’d help him change his clothes and get him ready for bed.
This has been happening the whole time they got back from LA.
It makes Y/N tired, but she’s doing it for Haz. She loves him more than anything in this world.
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You Send Me: Chapter Eight
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Did I seriously include the song this fic is named for in the fic? Of course I did lol. Part of this fic is self-indulgence, another bit is wanting to write good fic y’all will enjoy, and the other part is getting more people to listen to Sam Cooke. 
Also, much like Freddie, I’m a gay who can’t drive. I’ve had a few lessons on an automatic, was too terrified to learn stick at all, so if the driving in this chapter is questionable...yeah. There’s a reason I made description in that section brief lol.  In my defense, Freddie is also involved in that portion, so this is the blind leading the blind here, but doing their best. Points if you notice the real life driving mistake I made when I had lessons that I included in this fic!
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“Come dance!” Freddie, usually shy in public, was officially drunk enough to be less shy, and it was adorable. 
Until now.
“I don’t dance,” you insisted. “I’m content to watch you lot go.” 
“You said you like Sam Cooke,” he protested, pointing at the jukebox, which at this bar held almost exclusively ‘50s and ‘60s sock bop sounding pop music. “That’s what’s playing, and what we have queued up. Come on, let yourself have some fun!” 
Blessedly, it switched to a slower favorite of yours, You Send Me, as Freddie pulled you out of your seat. This, you knew you could manage. 
And with no one there aside from the bar staff, the band, and the crew, you could actually enjoy it, letting your arms wrap around Freddie to hold him close while you swayed. It maybe wasn’t ‘dancing’ exactly, but it was lovely, and his smile was well worth it. 
“I bet you can sing this well,” Freddie mumbled. “I want you to sing it for me. Go on.” 
“Freddie,” you blushed. “Maybe later.” 
“Later,” he nodded. “Fine. In the next hotel room, you’re going to sing for me.” 
You shook your head and laughed. “Sure. If we’re both awake by then.” 
Even though you were refraining from drinking more than a sip of whatever Freddie was having, you figured you would still be exhausted from running about with them. They were fun, but energetic fun, more than you were used to from working the same venue each night. 
The crew fell away from their professional personas as well, and you chuckled as you drifted with the group to the next bar, one arm holding Freddie close and mostly upright, the other tugging John in line, as he would turn to look at whatever caught his eye as you went down the road, and would occasionally forget to continue walking as he did. 
Crystal and Roger were mostly holding each other up, and Brian was trying to tally exactly how much each of you had already had to drink, in what seemed to be an attempt to ensure no one got any drunker. Adorably, he kept getting distracted by the sky, desperately working to point out various stars and constellations to whoever was closest to him, disparaging the brightness of the city lights that made them hard to see. 
You could only compare it to kittens, or puppies, let loose in a yard for the first time. Interested in everything, with unsteady legs, barely able to recall exactly what their original goal in moving was.
Somehow, the next bar still agreed to serve you all, though you again found yourself not wanting to drink much at all. It was more fun watching everyone else get sloshed, the playful barking at each other over the drinking competitions that started over already half-drunk pints of beer. Besides that, someone would need to have most of their mind present to get everyone back to the van. 
The idea was to drive right away, and make the two or so hours to Kalamazoo so everyone could rest before the show. However, the more everyone partied, the more you wondered if that was an achievable goal. 
Sure enough, getting them back to the van was chore enough. 
“I’m not ready for the van,” John mumbled. “I hate that thing.” 
“You helped pick it out,” you giggled. 
He was draped over your shoulder, feet stumbling along, trying to hold hands with Freddie behind your back. “I know. It was cheapest, and safest, but it’s so ugly. You know, you know, it won’t even be the booze that makes me sick, it’ll be the interior of it.” 
“It’ll be the booze for me,” Freddie said cheerfully, before patting you on the back and stumbling to the nearest trash can on the corner. It sounded painful, but he grinned even as he stumbled back. “No more for me. Too much, much too much already. That’s a funny word, much...” 
John groaned as Freddie continued to rhapsodize about the word ‘much’, and you focused on keeping them both walking. 
Granted, the trail you were following was an odd one, with Brian and Roger and the crew leaning on each other just ahead of you, laughing and walking in anything but a straight line. More importantly, you didn’t recognize anything around you.
“Lads?” you asked.
No response, everyone was in their own little world.
“Guys?” 
Nothing, but Freddie let his face fall against your neck and mumbled something that sounded like “What?” 
“Are we going the wrong way?” 
Brian was the one to stop dead, so fast that Roger smacked straight into his back. “This isn’t where the van is.” 
“No,” you said slowly. “I think it’s back the way we came. I think, at least.” 
Had Brian been sober, you figured he would have led the charge back the other way. But drunk Brian was easier to panic, and panic he did, dropping to sit on the nearest curb. 
“How’re we going to get back? I don’t know where we are, and if you don’t know where we are,” he threw up his arms in apparent frustration. “Then we’re done for.” 
“I don’t know about that,” you said, and tried to swing John and Freddie with you to a payphone on the other side of the road. “How about I call the driver, hm? Maybe he can just drive and find us.” 
“Y’mean me?” the crew member that usually drove popped out from behind Crystal, nearly tripping as he did. 
“Oh for pity’s sake,” you muttered. “Did you all forget we have to drive to Kalamazoo before the morning?” 
Mentioning the next city’s name was a mistake, because it utterly destroyed them. 
“What a stupid fucking name,” Roger laughed, slipping to sit down by Brian. “Like kazoo. Or harmonica. I’m going to name a city Timpani.” 
“You’re going to buy a city just for that?” Brian asked. 
Roger shrugged. “What better reason to buy one?” 
“Property taxes,” John said decisively, earning another round of laughter, but as far as you could tell he was deadly serious. 
“Okay,” you said. “I technically have a license. I’ve never driven a van, or much at all, but I can do this.” 
Only Freddie seemed to glom onto what you were going to do. “Are you going to leave us here, and go get it?” 
“Don’t have a lot of other choice, love,” you replied, and helped him and John to the curb. “Just stay put, make sure no one is sick all over themselves, and soon enough we’ll have you on the van, alright?” 
“I should come with you,” Freddie insisted, struggling to his feet. “I’ve only had...I didn’t count the drinks, but that’s fine. You can drive, I’ll just help you drive well.” 
“Freddie, you don’t know how to drive at all!” Roger called. 
“Well, technically I don’t either,” you admitted. “I mean, my granddad bribed the instructor to pass me...and I have been in a car, behind the wheel before...for an afternoon, at least...” 
You looked down at the sensation of John’s hand on your leg. 
“I believe in you,” he said, again so serious you would have thought this matter was life-or-death. “Bring us our ugly fucking van.” 
“It isn’t that bad, John,” you sighed. “You’ve got to forgive yourself for that, my man. You really do.” 
You left them then, Freddie stumbling along beside you, and pondered exactly how different a van might be compared to a car, and hoped to god it wasn’t a stick. 
“Driving is overrated,” he mumbled as you took him by the arm, keeping him close so he wouldn’t get lost in the small crowds on the sidewalk. “But flying is expensive. How do people get around in this country?” 
“You drive, or you find the money to fly, or you hope there’s a train or subway in your area,” you replied. “Or in my case, you walk when you can, and are incredibly thankful and kind to those who provide you with rides when you need them.” 
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “That’s why your thighs are so big. I mean I like that, that they are. But it’s the walking. Lots of muscle. Good thighs, those. I wish we had a hotel room tonight, so I could appreciate them properly.” 
You blushed, grateful that the people out and about didn’t seem to give a shit about the two of you wandering, and Freddie speaking less than quietly, though you didn’t think he was aware of that in his current state. “Maybe once you’ve sobered up, hm? If we make it to Kalamazoo on time, and all.” 
He nodded, only to suddenly dash away from you as you approached the venue, lurching towards the van. 
“Please be careful!” you called, patting yourself down for the van keys. 
The keys that were not in any of your pockets. 
Because they were with the driver, back many streets away. 
“Freddie,” you said softly as you watched him struggle with the van door. “Have you ever picked a lock?” 
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“We owe Roger one,” Freddie sighed as you finally clambered into the van. “I’ve never been so glad he liked breaking into my hotel rooms.” 
Roger’s method, at least part of it taught to Freddie, had been enough to crack the lock and let you in. As a bonus, it has also sobered Freddie up a decent amount. 
He settled into the passenger seat and watched you sit behind the wheel. “So. You have driven before, at least once?” 
You nodded. “It didn’t go great, but I have.” 
He nodded slowly, matching your nods, as if that would somehow make the van go on its own, as the two of you stared at the steering wheel. “By didn’t go great...” 
“I was supposed to do a three point turn on a really narrow dirt road, and sort of ended up more in the ditch than on the road. My granddad had to help me get it back on the road, yelling the whole time, it was horrid, honestly.” 
“Can sort of see why you don’t drive more, knowing that,” Freddie said. “But you’ve got this.” 
You sighed, and then realized that, without the keys, the van would not go anywhere. “Oh fucking hell.” 
Freddie fumbled with the glove compartment, and tossed an extra set of keys to you. “Thank god we paid extra for those. Never thought we’d need them, but here we are.” 
Getting out of the lot was easy enough; it was a big open area with no other vehicles in it at the time. 
Detroit traffic, however, was a different beast. 
“I literally would kill to be doing anything else,” you muttered. 
“As long as it isn’t me you would kill,” Freddie chuckled. “But I get it, this is...not great. Let’s not say bad.” 
But it was bad. You crept forward as much as you could manage, only to get not a single spot you were fast enough to drive into so you could join the traffic. 
“Maybe you’re overthinking it,” Freddie said gently. “I don’t know that this is really right, but next time you see an opening, just gun it? I suppose?” 
“Anything is better than sitting here,” you replied, and the next chance you got, you took. 
Thankfully, it seemed Detroit drivers weren’t unused to sloppy driving. Sure, ninety percent of them were flipping you off, but you were in your lane, obeying the speed limit, and braking with enough room (maybe too much, at a few stops, but you preferred that to accidentally hitting anyone.) 
Even so, you had to nearly ask Freddie to pry your white-knuckled hands off the steering wheel once you’d reached the rest of your group and parked in the lot of the bar nearest to them. 
“Are you good to drive?” you asked the driver as he led the rest over. 
“Sure,” he replied, while you watched everyone else make their way into the van. 
“No, really,” you said. “Traffic is terrible here, if you aren’t sober enough, then we need to wait.” 
He muttered something under his breath, too low for you to hear, but nodded. “Fine. We’ll be close on time, but we’ll see if we can sleep it off here for a bit.” 
You headed for the van, only to dash away as John came running back out of it, making it a good few feet away before he lost his stomach over the pavement. 
“I told you it would be the interior,” he said, as he tried to wave away your hands. 
“Let me at least help you up,” you insisted, and it was a relief when he let you grab him and carefully pull him up. You managed a quick wave to Freddie, who watched as you helped John back onto the van. 
He looked tired, and like the beginnings of a hangover were starting to claw at him, but he smiled as he looked on, and that made the whole situation better. 
Though you were still incredibly glad you wouldn’t have to drive the van to Kalamazoo yourself. The streets of Detroit had been more than enough, thank you very much. 
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Drunk Lessons
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Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, Taehyung x Reader (if you squint)
Word Count: 2811
Genre: SMUT, idolverse!Baekhyun (All the groups are friends!)
Rating: Explicit/Mature (can you believe I almost put NC17 😂🤦🏽‍♀️)
Warnings: HOO BOY. ALL THE SMUT, dirty talk, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral sex (both female and male), unprotected sex (Look it makes for great smut, but please please practice safe sex!), hints of a threesome (again if you squint), cursing, a very jealous Baek, basically this is pure filth, if you don’t like then don’t read okay?
Tagging: @illneverrecover Dearest Father, this is for you I hope you like it! I’m sorry if I kill you, Please don't kill me! (I SHIP THE JAEKHYUN). I’d also like to thank @thecozywhaleshark for offering me constant support while I wrote this. I screamed at her a lot y’all, she’s the true MVP. Also @taetaesbaebaepsae, thank you for being an encouraging mama who helped bolster my smutty thoughts! and @lvupmushroom! thank you for headcanoning with me which led to this! I also send all my love and thanks to the Cirque for supplying the constant thirst.
Notes: So! This is my first time publishing proper written smut! I’ve written snippets when I go feral and then Cirque yells at me, but this is the real deal y’all. So funny story, I don’t actually stan EXO... but I do stan Jaekhyun! (Actually I can only tell Baekhyun and Chanyeol apart from the group.) This idea actually came about when we were discussing how much Jackie is a clown for Baekhyun (She’s the biggest clown for him) and we were thinking that he’d be a clown for her too. (THESE ARE THE FACTS OKAY). I actually didn’t come up with a title for this piece until about 10 minutes ago, the title of this doc had been Destroying Jackie with Love (and I was so close to keeping the title too 😂) Anyways, I hope you enjoy the smut! It’s a lot!
Taehyung, being the social butterfly he is, had called everyone, GOT7, EXO and others, over for a party at the BTS apartments. It was very lowkey, but you were really excited. Baekhyun, on the other hand, was not so much.
“Baby, do we have to go? We can make excuses, and have some fun of our own.” He tugged your hand into bed.
“Baek, we are not having sex right now. I haven’t seen my girls in a long time, and come on. It’s not too many people, and you know Taehyung. The boys are all friendly! It’ll be fun, I promise. And if we go, and have fun, I’ll blow you after yeah?”
“Now that, I could get on board with.” You rolled your eyes, with a smirk playing on your lips and finished getting ready.
Soon, you were at Taehyung’s door, Baekhyun clasping your hand tightly, a bottle of wine in the other. You rang the bell, and Tae opened the door, his face split into his signature boxy smile. “Baekhyun Hyung! Y/N! You made it! He opened the door wide, and hugged Baekhyun, clapping him on the back. He then turned to you hugging you and kissing your cheek. You giggled, shoving Tae away, but Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed. This was going to be a long night.
“The girls are in the kitchen, if you want to go find them. Hyung, you’re coming with me!” Tae gestured to the kitchen while pulling Baekhyun towards the group of boys lounging in the living room. As you went through to the kitchen you waved at them, Jungkook and Jimin waving back, Namjoon and Jackson nodding at you while in deep conversation.
Soon though, the crowd thinned out. As the evening got later and later, only the BTS boys and the EXO boys remained, relaxing in the living room. You were sitting next to Tae on the floor, on your fourth vodka soda, tipsy and flirty, while Baekhyun sipped on some soda, stone cold sober, chilling on the couch.
As you got more drunk, the conversation between you and Tae became more and more dirty, while Baekhyun tried his level best not to destroy his friend sitting next to you.
“Taehyungieeee, hand size doesn’t compare to dick size.”
“Y/nnnnn-ie yes, it does. You want proof? Come sit on my lap you’ll see. I bet you’ll be able to feel me. I also bet my hand can wrap completely around your pretty throat.”
You giggled. “Okay, let’s see,” You hopped up and into Tae’s lap, his arm coming to rest around your waist. Baekhyun’s eyes grew wide with anger and annoyance until he just couldn’t take it anymore.
He jumped up, “Baby, we’re going home. Come on.”
“But we can’t go home! Tae here was about to put his hand around my throat and let me feel his dick.” Your eyes widened, and Tae looked at the two of you, a dumb drunk smile on his face.
“Um, no. That’s not happening. Let’s go.” He pulled you to your feet and away from the crowd while Tae looked away talking to Jimin.
“Baeeeeek, just a little while longer, I just want to feel Tae’s dick.”
“That’s real cute Y/n, come on. We’re going home.” Baek’s voice turned into a low growl, his anger evident in each word, and you felt your panties begin to wet. This was turning you on unbelievably.
“Come on Baek, baby, let me just try Tae. You know he’d treat me right.” You whined.
“Bitch, you think he can treat you right? Let’s go home. Right fucking now, and see who treats you right. We’re fucking going home.”
“We’re fucking while going home? Isn’t that dangerous?” Your eyes glinted playfully, while Baekhyun’s were slits, narrowed in thinly veiled anger and jealousy.
“Don’t you fucking play with me right now Y/n, I’ll take you right here, right now.
You looked at him, your face turning somber. Your eyes pierced his and two words slipped out of your mouth, deadly serious, “Do it.”
Baek’s eyes turned dark and hooded and he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the back of the house, to the bedrooms. You stumbled after him, heat pooling between your legs. You liked jealous Baekhyun. You liked him very much. He glanced at the row of doors, peeking in each room, looking for a specific one, while you curled around his bicep, whining for attention.
“Baek, baby, come see how wet I am.”
“Just a second Princess, just looking for the right room… Ah, found it!” he pulled you into a room, and shoved you up against the closed door, coming in for the kill on your lips. He kissed you hotly and with passion, you could only moan. He pushed his hips against yours grinding his hard cock right up against your clothed pussy. “You were a naughty girl today princess. You need to be taught a lesson.” He murmured against your neck leaving blooming purple bruises as he marked you as his own. Each hot kiss turned you on further and further until he tongued at your earlobe and you let out the loudest moan.
“Yes princess, tell the world you belong to me.” Baekhyun’s voice was husky and deep, sending a jolt of arousal to your still clothed pussy. His hands slid up under your top, tugging it off and unclasping your bra, while you in turn unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his toned stomach. Everywhere his hands touched left your skin burning, you panting into his mouth wanting more, more, more. His hands grazed your thigh, lifting you up; you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to the bed and laid you down, gazing at you with hooded eyes, his mussed hair just slightly falling into his eyes.
“You… are mine. Only mine, understand?” His growl took your breath away, and you simply whimpered under his deep gaze. He leaned down and gave you a small Eskimo kiss, the sweet gesture reminding you that he still loved you, even when you made him jealous beyond belief. His lips found your pulse point on your neck and kissed it gently, making you squirm under his ministrations. Leaving a trail of hot open mouthed kisses down your neck to the valley between your breasts before landing on your right nipple. He took it in his mouth nipping at it, tugging at it until it stood at attention and then turned to the left. He gave it the same care and traveled down further and further until he was right at the edge of your panties. He hooked his fingers around them and shimmied them down and off and flung them into the room at random.
“That’ll leave something for him to find” He growled angrily against your inner thigh. You just moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair, trying to find some relief.
“Baby, please,” You panted and tugged at Baekhyun’s hair, pulling him towards your dripping cunt, while his lips curled into a feral grin.
“Yeah baby? Now you want me. What happened to wanting Taehyung?” He growled and then spread open your nether lips, licking a long stripe from your pussy up to your clit. You writhed and gasped out, “No Tae, just you. Always you.”
“That’s right Jagi, this pussy belongs to me, and me alone. But that doesn’t mean you’ve learned your lesson.”
Your eyes, widened in surprise. You were in for a long night.
Baekhyun situated himself between your knees and licked another long stripe, drawing a long moan out of you. He pushed his tongue up against your pussy and started a toe-curling rhythm, pushing in and out of your pussy, one hand rubbing against your clit causing your orgasm to build slowly and steadily. He suddenly switched, his tongue lashing at your clit, two fingers toying with your inner lips while one hand held your body steady from all your squirming. Your chest heaved, the moans ripping from your throat until you gasped out, "Oh baby, I'm close. I'm so close."
Baek pushed his two fingers into you and your pussy clenched tightly, uncontrollably, around his digits and he knew you were fast approaching your release. Instantly, everything stopped. Baek stood up, moving away from your clit and your gasp was caught in your throat as your impending orgasm slowly backed down.
You looked up at him and pouted, a frown across your face.
"Good girls get to orgasm. You haven't been a good girl tonight."
You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but Baekhyun put his thumb on your clit and pushed and your words turned into moans.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?"
You nodded as he pushed and flicked even more. Baekhyun smiled, his grin feral and went back down to your nether region, starting his ministrations again, satisfied for now. Your moans became loud, your pussy clenching again around his fingers, and you began anticipating another orgasm. This time though, he felt it coming before you could say anything and as you reached that precipice, he stopped again. You groaned in disagreement, clearly aware he was punishing you. You bit your lip to stop from letting out a snarky comment, hoping that if you stayed quiet he would finally let you cum.
He looked at your red, flushed, face, your bit lip, and your heaving breasts and smiled. "Beautiful. Are you learning your lesson baby?"
You nodded, but Baekhyun's fingers found your clit and he flicked it hard, making you almost thrash in pleasure.
"I need to hear you baby. Are you a good girl?"
"Yes Baek, yes baby," you panted out, "I'm a good girl. Only for you. Please let me cum."
He bucked against the bed at your whine, his cock hard as a rock, and again kneeled at your apex. Working so fast, he licked at your core, alternating fingers and tongue until you finally reached the precipice of your orgasm. In some part of you, you registered a bit of fear... he had been denying you your release all night, and you really, really wanted to come.
Like clockwork, your pussy began clenching again but this time Baekhyun didn't stop. He just started thrusting his fingers in harder and harder, with his tongue lashing at your clit unforgivingly. Your orgasm hit you like a train and finally, you fell over that edge to your release. You writhed, riding your orgasm, while he lapped at your cunt, your juices tasting like ambrosia. When you finally quieted down, he wiped his mouth and you smiled at him your eyes hazy.
Your eyes flickered down to his pants, the obvious tent, and the wet spot that had grown because of his precum. He was close too, your orgasm had brought him right to the edge of his. You scrambled up, your legs still weak and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down with his boxers so you could get at his cock. It stood angrily at attention, red, turgid and huge, a bead of precum gathering at the head. You took it in your grasp, gave it a kitten lick right at the tip, and Baekhyun bucked into your hand, hissing. “No teasing Jagi.”
You licked the underside of his cock, before taking it in your mouth as deep as it would go. Baekhyun gathered your hair into his fist, pulling it out of the way before thrusting into your mouth again. You hollowed your cheeks and took him as deep as possible, trying not to choke before he pulled out, stopping you in your tracks.
“Darling, if you keep doing that, we won’t get to play for much longer.” He pulled you off his cock, and spread your legs, situating himself right at your entrance. Dragging his tip over your clit and through your juices, you watched as he played, coating himself in your pleasure and wished for more,
“Baby,” you whined, “fill me. Please, fill me. I need you... please, I feel empty...” But your pleas fell on deaf ears. Ignoring you, he continued playing with you, rubbing his thick member against your folds, never entering, forever teasing. Growing frustrated in your desperation for him, you tried to pull away, whining "If you just want to tease, maybe Taehyung..." Hearing his name, Baekhyun’s eyes immediately darkened, and before you could finish your sentence he sheathed himself in you, making you cry out at the unexpected stretch as he began to start a merciless rhythm.
“I’m going to fuck that name right out of you.” He pounded in and out, hitting that spot in you, making you see stars. He growled at every thrust, words clashing with your moans. “You are mine.” Thrust. “This pussy is mine.” Thrust. “This body is mine.” Thrust. His hands found their way to your waist, clutching you firmly, leaving bruises to mark you further. His pace was so severe, the entire bed moved with him, pushing you against him even more. You were just stunned, caught up in unbelievable pleasure. You tried to get out words, but you could only manage moans. “This pussy was made for my cock. Look how I split it open.” He growled even more, the dirty words sending tingles down your spine, making you even wetter. He kept pushing into you, one hand snaking around to find your clit. He began flicking at it too, and quickly, ever so quickly, you began approaching your orgasm, creaming around his cock.
“Hnnng, Baek I- I’m cumming!” You screamed out, clenching uncontrollably. Baekhyun stilled inside you, trying his hardest not to come undone at your release.
As you came down from your high, he pushed back into you, starting his merciless pace again, pushing your limits doubly. You tried to close your legs, squirming at the oversensitivity and whined, trying to weakly push him away, but he clamped his hands down on your legs, pushing them up towards you, while he grinded into you even more. The uncomfortable feeling faded quickly, turning to earth shaking pleasure and Baekhyun started his dirty talking again.
“Take my cock. Like a good girl.”
You moaned back, “Oh god, Baek.” Almost impossibly, your orgasm began building again, hurtling you towards your edge. “Baby I’m- baby, baby please. I’m close,” 
This time he began moaning with you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. I’m going to cum too.” His finger found your clit and began fondling it, rubbing it back and forth. “Cum with me Jagi,” he growled out, his voice deep. As he pounded into you, you reached that point and you fell apart underneath him, mewling out his name, legs twitching as you rode your orgasm.
As he felt your pussy clench ever so tightly around his cock, his pace stuttered as he reached his high. “Baby,” he moaned deeply, bucking into you, painting your inner walls with his white cum as he finally reached his release.
He fell on top of you in relief, snuggling into your neck, kissing your pulse point as you both came down from your high. He rolled off of you, pulling out of you gently, while his cum dribbled out of you onto the sheets underneath. You sighed, eyes closed, completely sated, kissed his cheek and whispered, “Thank you Baek.”
He looked at your completely fucked out form laying there, and smirked, “Let’s see if Taehyung can even come close.”
You cracked open one eye and lifted your brow, “Does that mean I have permission to fuck him for comparison?” you joked, a smile playing on your face.
Baekhyun narrowed his eyes, “Absolutely fucking not. Do you need to be taught another lesson?” You giggled and pressed your lips to his, when the door slammed open.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!?” Taehyung screamed, his eyes wide in surprise. Baekhyun looked down at you, making sure you were at least semi covered and looked back up at Taehyung, a lazy smile playing on his face. “Did you need something dongsaeng?” Taehyung just stared at you and Baekhyun in shock. It didn’t take a genius to know what had happened. The room smelled of sex, your clothes were strewn about, and there was still cum running out of you onto his sheets. You thought Taehyung was definitely going to yell at you, but instead a slow wicked grin appeared on his lips. “Do you want a third?” Your eyes widened with a hint of wonder and mischief, but before you could open your mouth, Baekhyun squeezed your thigh, making you yelp, effectively shutting you up.
“Maybe next time, dongsaeng. Right now, we’re going to use your room and she’s going to be taught another lesson.” Your eyes widened in fear and you whimpered, your legs shaking in anticipation of the orgasms to come. You were in for a long night.
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A/N: AHHHHH ITS DONE! ITS DONE! Let me know what you think! It is my first time writing actual full smut, so I’ll take constructive criticism or if you want to come just yell at me that’s all right too!
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hqissodelicate · 4 years
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8 people i’d like to get to know better
i was tagged by @ennobaka​!! thanks for tagging me :D this looks like fun and i’m always up for oversharing so here we go!
favourite colour(s): 
pastels!! i like blue, turquoise, pink, red, lavender and yeah basically Nice and Soft colours :D
last song i listened to: 
funny story, i’m listening to cruel summer by taylor swift as i’m typing this. i don’t just love this song. no, good sir, this is my SOUL song. my EMOTIONAL SUPPORT song. stream it and convince the queen to make it a single here: youtube | spotify
favourite musicians: 
i stan one (1) artist of the decade named taylor alison swift. there are other artists i do like too, like selena gomez, camila cabello, carly rae jepson, lorde & the backstreet boys.
favourite songs: 
oh boy i have a lot so i’ll just list the ones that i’m presently obsessed with
90% of taylor’s discography (with special shoutouts to only the young, cruel summer, the man, getaway car, king of my heart, i did something bad, this love, blank space, new romantics, all you had to do was stay, the entire RED album, enchanted, sparks fly, love story & our song)
thank you by miyano mamoru
who do you love? by the chainsmokers ft. 5sos
don’t start now by dua lipa
how do you sleep by sam smith
juice by lizzo
mother from the carole & tuesday soundtrack. y’all i BAWLED for the entire 7 minutes when they were performing this in the season finale. like, shameless full-on sobbing. the song is beautiful and has a lot of emotional meaning to me after everything the characters went through, especially in season 2 :’))
real love by carly rae jepson
dance again, ring & vulnerable by selena gomez off her new studio album rare (GO STREAM RARE RIGHT NOW)
perfect places, hard feelings/loveless & sober by our lorde & saviour (melodrama is a GOD-TIER album okay??)
beautiful people by ed sheeran ft. khalid
i want it that way by the backstreet boys (i’ll ALWAYS stan this throwback song)
last film i watched:
i think it was ride your wave which i was watching with my friend a while back but honestly i don’t remember.
last TV show i watched:
vampire knight. i... don’t know if i’m enjoying it per se because there are, uh, some things that are making me REALLY uncomfortable, but i am curious about how all of it is going to turn out.
favourite OC:
i don’t have a lot of OCs, but i’d say it’s a toss-up between kaori from my kazetsuyo superpowers fic ‘the bravest thing i ever did was run’ and hayate from my free! superpowers fic ‘the greatest thing i ever did was believe’. 
kaori (kakeru’s little sister i had strong-armed into creation) has a special place in my heart because she’s, like, a caricature of gen-z—snarky, obsessed with rainbows, #woke, somewhat nihilistic but her heart is in the right place.
hayate (haru’s grandpa whom i had also strong-armed into creation) was also a lot of fun to write because he has haru’s bluntness and introversion with more common sense. and he’s a hardened badass war veteran with a soft heart beneath the initial cold menacing layers. he started out as a convenient exposition device but i got attached to him as i started developing his past more. :D
sweet, spicy or savoury:
S W E E T. i have such a sweet tooth which is why i can relate to my boy nagisa
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in fact, when i was planning my trip to japan with my parents, the first thing i always asked was “where’s the desserts place?” like, ya girl really needs her sugar. i get cranky if i don’t have something sweet to eat or drink in a day.
(don’t worry i do it in moderation. ya girl doesn’t want diabetes or a cavity)
sparkling water, tea or coffee:
i don’t particularly care much for sparkling water tbh. i like normal water just fine.
as for tea or coffee, it depends on my mood. sometimes i want a milk tea from a bubble tea place, sometimes i want a frappe from starbucks or mc’donalds.
pets:
i have two dogs who mean the WORLD to me :D they’re my CHILDREN. ain’t got time for human babies bc i got my fur babies to attend to. plus, they make a good excuse for when i want to get out of a social situation. “sorry i have to leave now, i need to attend to my dogs.” works every time.
i tag:
@smartass-hoot​ @animelake13​ @justoverseas​ @skyeeevaheri​ @aadalinedenai​ @the-strongest-decoy​ @haruhi1020​
i know that’s not 8 but feel free to do this too even if you weren’t tagged :D
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fourmisfitz · 5 years
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Masterlist
READ THIS... I have an actual masterlist page I update more attentively. It  has my unfulfilled req’s listed (so u know what’s ahead); this one does not. I also have a separate blurbs & headcanons page with more imagines that lists my to-be-written works as well, so below is just what’s been written already, but since some ppl like to have a masterlist post they can reblog to come back to (in case they forget the accounts url), here’s that for y’all (one-shots & series  separated from  blurbs/hc/not-super-long imagines)...
*If you’re too lazy to check my masterlist page or blurb page with the unpublished sneak peek of what’s coming, yes, I do write for other borhap/queen lads & throuple pairings, they’re just a work in progress rn*
*If my linked pages above or in my bio dont work, simply type: fourmisfitz.tumblr.com/masterlist  or  /blurbs into any browser!
...If all else fails I tag my writing with: misfics
Darcy’s Drabble Prompt List (#1)  |  (#2)
   ♡  =  smut   ���  everything else is funny or fluff, some  feat. angst!
Roger Taylor x Reader
Drowse | (part 2) | part 3 coming March 14th/15th
Breakthru | (part 2) | part 3 coming March 13th/14th
Feathery (night terror fluff)
“Go away, I know what I’m doing” | part 2 coming soon
Ben Hardy x Roger Taylor x Reader (BxRxR)
- All take place in the same A.U.
I’ve Got You (protective fluff)
13 “It’s all over the walls”
Ben Hardy x Reader
♡  45 “Use your words”
Blurbs:
Roger Taylor x Reader
2 & 22 “Wait… stay” + “Let me go”
20 “You couldn’t go three days without me”
37 “I need somewhere to stay”
3 & 8 “You really want to know what I’m thinking?” + “Were you born this way or is it something you just work on everyday?”
4, 17, 43 “Could you stay out of this, for once?“ + “She sure is smiling tonight” + "That is a terrible idea perfect for a night like tonight”
46 “What happened to your face?”
Kiss Prompt 59: kissing so desperately, your body curves into each other
Ben Hardy x Roger Taylor x Reader (BxRxR)
- All take place in the same A.U.
42 “You can’t stay in there forever, unlock the door”
4 & 36 “Could you stay out of this, for once?” + “I’m way too sober for this”
Through the seasons - Fall (headcanon)
Ben Hardy x Reader
Kiss Prompt 75: kisses to distract the other person
Brian May x Reader
Under The Stars (17 “She sure is smiling tonight” + Kiss Prompt 67: pauses kiss to ask ‘Are you sure you-’ only to be answered with a kiss)
updated March 19th 2019 *
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eclecticminded · 5 years
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No New Messages
@delia26 asked: If you're still taking requests, how about the prompt “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” from that angst/fluff list with Rafael
Hope you like this!! Part Two
Rafael doesn’t talk to you for a week and a half.
Warnings: Cursing. Alcohol.
Tags: @southsiderepresent @glimmerglittergirl @madpanda75  @southern-magnolia @katmstanton @esparza-army @sweetsummertime99  @obfuscateyummy @lifeisbetterwithbarba  @lyssa1385  @hux-me-up   @bowieisawizard @sleepylunarwolf @mrsrafaelbarba anyone else ask! Also I have a Kofi (link in blog description) if anyone wants to donate! 
When you started dating ADA Rafael Barba, you knew the hours were long. You knew you wouldn’t get to see him as much as you’d like, but you were committed from the moment you’d laid eyes on him.  The late nights were nothing because you were up anyway, you’d still get to talk, sometimes grab a bite to eat. There were a couple night neither of you could sleep and the weather was nice so you just started walking until you were tired and caught a Lyft home. It was easy to talk to Rafael about any and everything, he was your favorite person to spill your guts to because he was raw and honest with you.
  It was the uncertainty of it all that drove a wedge between you. You never knew if you were going to see him. He’d cancelled so many dates, sometimes standing you up because he forgot. Once he sent Carmen to tell you he couldn’t make it and you had dinner with her instead, she was now a dear friend. But really the nail in the coffin was the week and a half he sent you exactly one text message and didn’t try to see you even once.
 When he finally got back around to messaging you, you were over it. If he didn’t have time for you, you would find someone that did. You were head over heels for Rafael, even if he didn’t know. And at this point there was no reason to tell him. After three days of no response from you,  he asked Olivia to send someone to check on you. Sonny showed up at your door and explained Barba was worried and wanted to be sure you were okay. You laughed in his face.
 “If he’s so worried,” you glared, “why isn’t he here himself?”
 “He’s busy with a case right now,” he smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head.
 “For two fucking weeks he’s been too busy to check on me? Send a “u ok” text. No, I call bullshit Sonny,” you noticed Sonny was getting uncomfortable as your voice raised.
 “Don’t shoot the messenger,” he held his hands up.
 “I’m sorry Sonny,” you sighed, “I’m not mad at you.”
 “It’s okay,” he checked his phone, “Listen Fin and I are grabbing a bite to eat, wanna join us?”
 “Can I get drunk and y’all bring me home,” you pleaded, “it’s that or drink by myself.”
 “Yeah put your shoes on, let’s go,” Sonny called the elevator and you raced after him.
 One cheeseburger and five margaritas later, Sonny and Fin were dragging you home. They’d kept you entertained all night and most importantly kept you safe. After they got you in bed, Sonny went to get you some water and Fin crouched down.
 “Listen, I’m not one to meddle,” Fin’s voice was even tempered and cool as always, “But if he’s not treating you right, you made the right decision. But I also know he’s crazy about you, so maybe hear him out.”
 “Thanks Fin,” you yawned and reached for his hand, “you’re a good friend.”
 “Anytime,” he squeezed and walked out as Sonny put water on your side table.
 “Thanks Sonny, thanks for inviting me,” you patted his thigh where he stood next to the bed.
 “Get some sleep, we’ll lock the door behind us,” Sonny waved goodbye and they let themselves out. You’d barely dozed off when the vibrating phone in your bra woke you up. It was Rafael, so you muted it and went back to sleep. Half an hour later there was a pounding on your door.
 “Someone better be dead or dying,” you growled and stumbled to the door, ripping it open.
 “Cariño, I’ve been worried sick,” Rafael looked haggard and it tore at your heartstrings, but you ignored the feeling; he didn’t deserve it.
 “You’ve barely talked to me, why do you get to be worried,” you tried to shut the door but his foot stopped it.
 “Let me talk to you,” he pleaded, “please?”
 “You have however long it takes me to find food,” you released the door and tripped over your feet to the kitchen.
 “You’re drunk,” Rafael followed you closely, afraid you’d fall.
 “Yes I am,” you flung the fridge door open, “What’s it to you?”
 “Let me cook for you,” he guided you to a chair, and you let him.
 “Fine, but only cause I’m sloshed,” you sat down and watched him scramble some eggs with cheese. The room was spinning and you focused on that rather than talk.
 “I missed you,” he sat the plate down in front of you and smiled.  It warmed your heart and you struggled to stay mad.
 “Yeah well you have a funny way of showing it,” you glared and stuffed your face.
 “I’m sorry I didn’t call,” he reached for your hand and you deliberately jerked away.
 “A week and a half Rafael. You didn’t talk to me for a week and a half. I’m your girlfriend and you didn’t talk to me,” your lip quivered, “Am I not good enough for you Mister perfect ADA?”
 “I’m sorry I was busy and—“
 “No Rafael, I can’t deal with the uncertainty anymore,” tears spilled down your cheeks and Rafael’s heart broke, “I can’t do this anymore.”
 “You’ve shown me what love can feel like,” Rafael took your hand and kissed the knuckles, “I can’t lose you.”
 “You’re the one that pushed me away,” you let your hand stay in his and blinked the tears away. You didn’t want to break up, but you had to do what was best.
 “I’ll be better I love you,” twin tears ran down his face, “I was afraid of losing you and shoved you away. I’m so sorry, I’ll be better.”
 “You love me,” you sobered up at the thought, “You love me?”
 “Sí cariño, te amo,” he kissed the back of your hand again.
 “I love you too, that’s why it hurt so much when you shoved me away,” you got up from the table and climbed into his lap, “You know I have abandonment issues Rafi. It fucking devastated me not talking to you with no explanation.”
 “I promise to never shut you out again,” he breathed in your scent and chuckled.
 “Yeah I just remembered I spilled Sonny’s beer on me,” you rolled your eyes, “He and Fin took me out and I was trying to dance and a guy shoved me into Sonny. They had to carry me out cause I tried to fight him.”
 “That sounds like you,” Rafael nodded, “Let’s go take a shower.”
 “And then I want you to hold me,” you pressed a long kiss to his lips.
 “It’s a deal.”
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II. Dinosaurs and Race Cars - Kyvid
The concept of David Rodriguez was one that Kyle had a very hard time understanding. It was, after all, hard to think when the very essence of a person was enough to drown out rational thought and basic comprehension. Also he had very, very nice arms.
Hi guys! Here we are with part two to this saga that will be full of the sweet, sweet kyvid content that the world so desperately needs. I, on a deeply personal level, feel I must provide for my rarepair, and so here I am, throwing cliches into the wind and hoping they stick (at least to somebody). Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! Tagging @mcnuggyy and @valzilla as my endless fountains of support and headcanons- y’all the real ones.
Part I
II.
“I’m gonna do it.”
“Kyle, dude,” Stan said, exasperated in every sense of the word, “you’ve been repeating that all fucking day. Are you gonna do it or not?”
“Yes, I’m gonna do it!” Kyle whisper-yelled, and he shrunk into his locker door as Stan’s gaze sized him up. “Just, like. In a minute. Next period.”
“Next period was two weeks ago,” he deadpanned. Then he gripped Kyle by the shoulders and whirled him around, and Kyle sputtered his anger out in incoherent noises of distress until Stan’s hand shot out from behind his shoulder to point straight ahead, to a locker that he knew embarrassingly by heart. “It’s so far past next period it’s stupid. Fucking go, Kyle, Jesus.”
Kyle’s hands met against his chest, his nerves exploding so violently he feared a seizure. He was right there, swinging his locker door open with his backpack slung over only one shoulder, halfway through pulling it off his back. His hair looked freshly cut from here, which did not bode well for Kyle. “God, what am I doing?” he moaned, and Stan gave him a decent push right in the middle of his back to force him out from behind his locker door and properly into the hallway.
“Making a fool of yourself. Go,” he hissed, and Kyle gulped down the nervous lump in his throat, nodding slightly. Next period really may as well have been two weeks ago. With a big breath, as though diving into the ocean, he surged forward in the most confident wide-stepped stride he could muster to try to pump himself up. It didn’t really matter, however, because David managed to catch him so off guard he deflated and nearly stumbled when he swiveled on one heel to face the hall.
Kyle’s heart leapt to his throat, and when David caught his eyes and smiled at him, his stomach grew flowers, the roots of them tickling and infiltrating his organs so violently he felt like he might be sick. At the same time, the glow of his familiar face left him awash with unusual calm, like a sedative with a laundry list of nasty lovestruck side effects that were somehow still worth it. In that moment, as David took one step forward to get close enough to talk over the crashing of locker doors slamming shut, all Kyle could think was,
‘Oh, god, I do love him.’
“My raptor friend,” David began, the smile audible in his tone, and Kyle wanted simultaneously to die and jump for joy at such an embarrassing nickname, “come to finish the hunt?”
Kyle giggled, honest to god giggled, before he cleared his throat and returned to his game face. “I, uh, wanted to make up for that.”
“Why? It was funny,” he said, and he chuckled himself, the sound so melodic and warm it could’ve brought him to his knees. “Plus the faces you make when I call you that are cute.”
Oh, Kyle could die. Die right there, in the middle of South Park High, at the ripe old age of seventeen, in front of a boy who could rule the world with one flash of his charming grin. He called him cute.
David leaned one hip against his locker and crossed his arms, and Kyle was stunned, transfixed by how his body moved with such finesse. “I actually had a question for you, if you had a minute..?” David said, and Kyle stood up straight, knowing full well that he would do fucking anything for him.
“Yeah, anything,” Kyle confirmed, perhaps too eagerly, because David’s smile turned the slightest bit devilish, and Kyle felt so caught in the act he considered ‘raptoring’ out all over again. In defiance of instinct, he glued his feet in place, determined.
David ran a hand through his perfectly newly-clipped hair, and Kyle could've sworn he looked nervous. “I was wondering if you would, ah,” he faltered, averting his gaze to the left and rubbing at the back of his neck, and Kyle had to try very hard not to stare at his arms as his muscles performed the elementary task. It looked anything but elementary, though; god, why was he wearing a short sleeved shirt in this weather? Shouldn’t he have his arms covered like a normal person? Any decent human being would know just how threatening it was to the student body to have his arms just exposed, like some sort of horrible tease that Kyle didn’t know how to talk to.
A deft hand snapped its fingers just beside Kyle’s left eye and it startled him back to Earth, to a grin that had definitely become devilish by now. “Back to the land of the living?” he teased, his sculpted brows quirked, and Kyle felt like dying all over again.
“Yeah, I, uh,” he fumbled, laughing nervously and clearing his throat like a schoolgirl in a goddamn rom-com, “yeah. Sorry, dude.”
David shrugged. “S’fine. Sound good, though?” he asked, but his face was uncharacteristically shy. Uncharacteristic, because David did and got what he wanted, and it was hot as hell.
“Yeah, yeah. Good!” Kyle said, a complete knee-jerk response, because his face heated up at the slow realization that he actually had absolutely no idea what David had said. Curse his beautiful arms, and that ridiculous, tantalizing v-neck—
“Alright, great! See you after school,” he said, and Kyle felt extremely grateful that David chose that moment to smile warmly at him and turn the other direction to go to class, because he was certain his face could light a match. What was after school? Oh god, what was after school?
Before David turned the corner, Craig Tucker, of all people, appeared to give him an unenthused high-five. Kyle knew they were kind of friends, but not high-five-level friends. Then, as though he could sense his thoughts, Craig looked over his shoulder and made direct eye contact with him. His face was just as flat and unyielding as always, and his eyes were so painfully scrutinizing he felt banished to Hell where he stood. What had he done? What had he signed up for?
A hand landed on his back and he jumped, twisting to find Stan looking at him expectantly.
“Stan, what’s after school?” Kyle asked before Stan could speak, a sinking feeling in his gut, and as Stan’s face morphed into one of confusion, he let out an embarrassing whine. “Stan, I don’t know what’s after school.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” Stan asked, brow furrowed, and Kyle dropped his face to his hands, mumbling into his palms and pressing his fingertips into his eye sockets, like he could end his own misery by squashing his brain right through them. All he managed was to make stars burst behind his eyelids. “Kyle, I can’t understand you when you talk in your crisis pose.”
“I agreed to something and I don’t know what!” he wailed, throwing his hands to the ceiling in frustration and screeching behind his teeth. “Stan, he said, ‘See you after school,’ and I have no idea what he was talking about. I just agreed!”
“Why didn’t you just ask him to repeat himself?”
“It was a knee-jerk reaction, Stan! By the time I realized what I did, he was already halfway down the hall!” He gripped at his hair and considered tearing it out. “What am I gonna do?”
“Well, you could ask him next period. You usually see him twice.” Stan shrugged, but was also clearly trying not to laugh, and Kyle resented him so much for that. “That sucks though, dude.” He snorted quietly, and Kyle dared him to go further. “Oh man, what are you gonna say? ‘Hey David, so funny story, I don’t actually know what I agreed to, because I was too distracted by how hot you look always.’ Oh shit, Kyle, you’re so fucked dude.” Then he did laugh, the motherfucker, the traitor, and he gripped his belly and wheezed while Kyle clenched and unclenched his fists, seriously considering resorting to violence.
There was suddenly a rough yanking sensation on his shoulder and Kyle yelped, turning to find Kenny hanging on his arm. “Heyyyy, my man! My big grown up manly man. How’d it go?” His teeth were ready to pop out of his beaming smile- at least the ones he still had. He then took a moment to assess the situation, and Kyle guessed he looked pretty dismal, because Kenny started to chill and let go of his arm, sobering up. “Aw man, that bad huh?”
“Kyle got distracted by David’s immaculate body, and regretfully does not know how it went.”
“Holy shit, Stan, stop,” Kyle warned, but Kenny had already resorted to booming laughter and started to hang off Stan’s arm instead, the two of them shrieking like hyenas. “It’s not like that! I just, I had a lapse in memory. It happens!”
“Yeah, when you’re obsessed with somebody, maybe,” Kenny snickered, and they switched to hushed giggling while they tried to calm down. Kyle felt his face go redder, if it was even possible. “Okay, so you need a new game plan. You gotta know where you’re meeting up anyways, right? Just meet up with ‘im here again when you usually do and you’re all set,” Kenny deduced, confidently. Kyle groaned.
“I guess I’m just nervous, again,” he admitted, feeling the embarrassment deep in his soul, crushing it and cracking it and making him generally miserable. His shoulders hung and he sagged into himself. Kenny and Stan shared a look, then Stan reached a hand out to grip his shoulder encouragingly.
“Hey, dude, this stuff is always tough. You can do it, though. We believe in you.”
“Yeah, well,” he grumbled, “two out of three ain’t bad.”
“That’s the spirit!” Kenny clapped his back hard and he straightened out his posture. “You got this, bud. You’ve got your own charm aboutcha. I got faith.” Stan nodded in agreement, and Kyle let out a big breath.
“Yeah, alright.”
He was not alright.
Will we ever find out what David said to Kyle in his moment of weakness? Does the author use italics way too much in Kyle’s POV? Is David the embodiment of perfection himself? The answer to all three is a resounding, ‘Probably!’
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