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beanibon · 1 year

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Mermaid!Knives x Reader Headcanons

Idk what this is I was watching a movie and thought "Hey imagine Mermaid!Knives breeding you underwater" like any sane person.

Also this is semi modern AU, so reader is brought in as a student marine biologist to observe Knives. Also cute Mer!Vash moments cause he loves his human caretakers unlike his brother.

TW: interspecies sex, slight drowning warning, creampie, breeding, belly bulging, impregnated reader, marking, knives being his usual bastard self

🚫Minors DNI🚫

You wouldn't expect the your first job fresh out of college to be observing creatures of myth, but the woman known as Professor Rem Saverem was just thrilled to have someone to share her love of these creatures with.

The first time you met Mer!Knives was when his brother Mer!Vash dragged him along to be introduced, the non-speaking mermaid eagerly signing their introductions while the colder more reserved one glared daggers at you. Rem reassured you he did that to everyone, but you couldn't help but find the colder Mer!Knives alluring.

The second time you met Mer!Knives was while you were on break, sitting with Rem at the edge of the observation pool. It was a small tradition she did as she explained the boys personalities to you, explaining that she practically raised them from hatchlings.

Mer!Knives had been dragged yet again by his younger twin, who failed at snatching Rems lunch. While this Happened Mer!Knives had gained more confidence of your presence after observing you and breached to lean against the steel stairs to boredly stare at you.

You had frozen in shock after knowing how temperamental he was, but after a while you broke off a piece of your lunch and offered it to him.

Mer!Knives giving you a look of disgust before snatching the food and diving back into water. Both Rem and Mer!Vash were shocked he even accepted the food as he despised the taste of human food.

Mer!Vash who knew just how interested Mer!Knives was in your sudden appearances, so he'd often get his brother to approve of shells before presenting them to you as gifts.

Mer!Knives would often stalk you while either in the water, or from the outside of the glass walls in the underwater laboratory. Watching everything you did with an intense interest.

Mer!Knives who had dragged you into the water from the observation pool, causing panic from Rem.

Mer!Knives who eagerly pawed and groped at your body as he studied your reactions and the way you desperately clung to him as you slowly lost oxygen.

Mer!Knives who grinned cruelly at the way you struggled as you couldn't breath, holding you firmly in his arms so you couldn't escape.

Mer!Knives who roughly threw you back against the cold metal of the observation pool, watching as you vomited mouthfuls of salt water.

Mer!Knives who was then lectured by Mer!Vash and Rem on his behaviour. Mer!Vash then trying to teach Mer!Knives how to court.

Mer!Knives who tried his brothers advice, despite thinking it stupid, only for you to panic at the sudden appearances of dead fish, eels and bloodied shark teeth.

Mer!Knives breaching the surface to show off his many scars, only to be shooed away by Rem.

Mer!Knives who gave up the courting and instead waited till you were alone before appearing and pinning you down.

Mer!Knives who hungrily tore your clothes off, teeth biting down as you felt something wet press against the small of your back.

Mer!Knives pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, growling as he placed a mating mark on your shoulder.

Mer!Knives that dragged you back into the water still tangled with you as he bred you harder, turning you to face him.

Mer!Knives watching as you lose air faster from your circumstance, blood swelling around you from his mark.

Mer!Knives smirking as he came several times in you, watching your stomach swell as he continued to fill you with his seed.

Mer!Knives that kissed you with such ferocity, breathing air back into your lungs so you would last longer.

Mer!Knives who once was done, would nuzzle into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your body as he nipped at your delicate skin.

Mer!Knives that stuffed his fingers inside you so none of his seed would escape, even as he returned you to the laboratory, watching you tiredly gasp for air.

Mer!Knives who would lay his head on your stomach, with a proud smile on his face as he replayed your bliss, fucked out face silently crying out his name in the water.

Mer!Knives watching from the distance as Rem studied the Mating mark with fascination.

Mer!Knives smirking as you returned to him, feeling your stomach flutter with lust. Begging him to stuff you full yet again.

Mer!Knives complying, knowing you'd always return to him to be fucked senseless and bred until your stomach swelled with his seed.

Mer!Knives who gave Rem a wicked grin as she told him and Mer!Vash of your sudden pregnancy.

#million knives x reader #millions knives x you #millions knives x reader #millions knives smut #trigun smut #trigun x reader #knives smut #knives millions #millions knives #trigun stampede #trigun #nai x reader #trigun merboys

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alittlebitofloveliness · 18 days

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Could you do some modern day Soda headcanons please? I love him so much and I love your blog so much soooooo….

Ok so soda is tricky for me to write but I tried my best!!!

Modern Au Sodapop Headcanons

-Drinks every single energy drink imaginable. Rockstar? Like its water. Prime? For the plot. 5 hour energy? He’ll down it in five seconds. Darry is HORRIFIED.

-Is pretty enough he’s one of those people who becomes moderately famous on TikTok without having to really do much. His followers notice he’s always talking to someone off camera, and they’re desperate to find out who it is, but Soda only ever responds to comments with ‘oh that’s just Stevie, he doesn’t like TikTok’.

-Soda’s followers have a lot of theories about this ‘Stevie’. Soda is weirdly tight lipped about him, despite the fact he often breaks off mid rant in videos to talk to him. There’s also the fact that the rest of the gang is often around/in the background of videos, but the mysterious ‘Stevie’ never appears. (okok I’ll stop here before this becomes a Stevepop social media au)

-Regularly forgets to take his ADHD meds and Darry often has to remind him

-Would either have a hockey flow or a mullet (whatever y’all think, personally I think modern Soda with a hockey flow tracks with his character)

-One of those people who loves horror movies but is also completely terrified of even the dumbest ones and has to sleep with the lights on for weeks afterwards. Steve makes fun of him for it, but will also stay up on the phone with him if Soda watches one by himself and freaks himself out

-Has a million fidget spinners because they actually help him focus on stuff when he needs to

-Soda in modern AU wouldn’t call Ponyboy ‘kid brother’ as a nickname (don’t get me wrong, I love it but Ive never heard it used irl). Instead, I think him and Darry (and thus the rest of the gang) refer to Pony as ‘shrimp’ and Ponyboy absolutely hates it “where’s the shrimp” “he’s has track practice ‘till four, you of all people should know that Dar” (brought to you by me and my interactions with my own little brothers)

-The whole gang is super into video games, but Soda is kind of shit at them and lowkey grumpy about it

-Every teacher he’s ever had has done that thing where they expect him to be exactly like his older sibling, and therefore expect him to be a model student like Darry, and every time they are proven entirely wrong. By the time the same teachers see Ponyboy’s name on their class lists they’re terrified of what to expect

-He definitely had that horrible middle school boy stage where he just reeked of axe body spray and BO before he figured out proper hygiene

-Every two weeks him and Steve end up doing some sort of YouTube deep dive where they end up being convinced of some sort of wild conspiracy theory that Ponyboy and sometimes Darry have to spend three hours talking them out of

-Uses far too many emojis in texts

-He had a pet hamster once and you know that thing died in the most horrendous way imaginable. Two-bit probably farted into the cage at one point as a joke and the poor thing asphyxiated to death or some shit like that

-He’s that kid in group projects who does nothing and tanks the presentation for everyone by mispronouncing half the words on the slides some other group member made for him

-Him and Steve are so inseparable that when they’re not together people will be like ‘where’s your boyfriend’ and he just answers without thinking before flushing really hard and sputtering a bit.

-One of those people that casually catches snakes with his bare hands. Steve HATES it and Ponyboy is TERRIFIED of snakes so he gets in trouble with Darry if he does it too often or brings them near the house

#the outsiders #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #darry curtis #two bit mathews #headcanon #stevepop #sodapop x steve

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imeanwhynotbruv · 1 year

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Ahhh!! I’ve just been thinking about a Mowglie!Spider AU for so long now!!! I’d love to hear more about it if you have any more ideas. What was it like being raised by animals and Eywa?

I’m so glad you liked it/ asked !!!❤️❤️

Okay so, as for what it was like being raised by Eywa / animals of Pandora:

Spider is definitely big on community since was raised almost collectively if that makes sense? So like every animal would show him things that are more specific to them

EG: the Prolemuris or the Syaksyuk (the blue monkey things from the fisr movie) would have been the animals that taught Spider how to be a better climber, like how to find those invisible grips and how to swing from branches.

or like Direhorses / Pa’il would show him how to control his breathing better so that he could run more

(Granted all these lessons would need a lot of patience as they can’t used words)

But I think his primary caregiver/ closest thing to a physical parent would be the Thanator mother and her cub. (I see them as only normally having one or two cubs who they stay with untill they are in their adult hood. So they’re very protective of their territory/nests and will react violently to any perceived threat)

She’s the one who raised him while he was still a baby. She’s the one he’ll go to at night to sleep with because he feels the safest around her. He definitely takes on more of her animalistic characteristics because of that.

His upbringing was definitely difficult, more so when he was still a baby and couldn’t really communicate at all. A lot of it was trial and error.

I also think his Thanator mum barely stands it when he’s with other animals but she knows he’ll come back/ there are things she can’t teach him.

They are very protective of their young and it’s really difficult for them when they can’t see their child at all times

Spider doesn’t tend to speak much (the only language he does speak is Na’vi) bc the only time he has to do it is when he’s communing with Eywa and the ancestors so I think he’d be more inclined to using animal noises

I think he would adapt the various noises he uses depending on the animal he’s with, but it always tends to lean closer to the thanator (like a child learning their parents accent)

I also decree that Spider can replicate these noise perfectly because come on, he was raised around them & he’s Eywa’s special little guy

He’s defo a messy eater (I already said this but, he’s really really messy), he spends the first few years just eating meat raw because he wouldn’t have been introduced to fire (this doesn’t make him overly sick, it just doesn’t taste as good)

He probably only learned how to make fire because Eywa refused to let him disconnect from the spirit tree without him taking on and learning how to cook his damn food

Eywa defiantly took a far more active role in his upbringing, especially when he was a baby.

EG: she’d use the Atokirina to guide him around after he’d learned to walk, to help him find his way back if he ever got lost, lead him away from danger before he ever knew he was in it.

When he would cry uncontrollably as a baby the Atokirina would enable him to feel her presence more closely and it would be very comforting (something his Thanator mum was very thankful for) (he also learned to feel her just as closely without their help once he got older)

I don’t think he’s really aware of how significant his connection with Eywa is (despite how blatantly obvious it is to literally anyone else)

Bc the animals are obviously very closely connected with her, but they can’t tell him that what he feels isn’t the norm

His sense of fear is definitely not where it really should be because he has absolutely no problem going to places / doing things that would give others heart attacks because of how much he can feel eywa

EG: if he’s diving off large waterfalls into the water below, he’ll keep going until he climbs too high and feels this sense of danger/displeasure and he knows Eywa doesn’t want him to do that because it isn’t safe

Or if he’s not sure if something is safe to eat (probably human food) he’ll wait to see if he either gets a warm sensation in his stomach or like a quick jolt of discomfort

But this also means that when he can’t feel her (like being in the human base) sends in into panic, it’s like suddenly losing one of you important senses with no warning

I think he’d play around with other animals a lot and some of them would treat him like their own young

Eg: Ikran would nip at him like they do to their little ones to get them to try and bite back/just to play with them.

He also try’s to be independent and since he’s a kid he sometimes won’t heed Eywa’s warning

I’m sorry by having an almost teen rebellion against the literal god / planet is just the funniest thing to me 😂

Fan lizards love him but definitely hold a grudge against him 😂

You can’t tell me he wouldn’t have had fun running around annoying them as a little kid (he still does it now)

Very much into roughhousing because that’s how he played with his Thanator sibling.

He also only learned about modesty from they other Na’vi through the spirit tree / seeing some humans from a distance but not understand a thing about them

Also Eywa makes it very clear to him he needs to wear pants

Spider has never interact with a human, he actively avoided them throughout his early childhood

Like he just thinks they are the weirdest creatures ever with how out of place they look 😂

He also doesn’t like getting close to hells gate because the closer he gets to the building, the quieter Eywa gets and he absolutely hates that!

He’s never interacted with a na’vi / seen them up close but he’s more open to the idea than he is about humans

I’m not entirely sure if he can actually hear Eywa speak (if he can it’s only when he’s connected), but he can definitely feel her embrace him / feel her in the world around him. He also definitely feels her / views her as a mother in a more literal sense (something she’s happy with bc that’s her fearless and feral little boy)

Okay so for more general ideas / plot-ish ideas :

Kiri is the first Na’vi he’s seen up close and it was entirely by accident 😂

She probably tried to talk to him in English but he didn’t understand a word she said, so he tries his broken Na’vi (think small child who doesn’t talk much, not great at putting sentences together, but good enough that you get what he means)

Kiri & Spider send a few days bonding

When Kiri tells her family about the human boy none of them really believe her (they don’t call her crazy…..but they basically call her crazy👀)

They just assume she’s imagining him / it’s all a dream she keeps having

Kirk has enough of that bullshit and literally drags him kicking and screaming right into the middle of high camp just to prove her point😂 like “SEE! I’m not crazy!”

Pandemonium ensues 😂😭

Spider loses his mind

Lo’ak and Neteyam lose their minds

Tuk is just excited

Jakes brain breaks

Norm has his brain explode with science

Neytiri gets a headache

Mo’at is very intrigued

I think the scientists would be really interested in him but because of his distrust only Norm can get close when he’s in his avatar body (bc Jake & Kiri vouched for him personally, and their interactions are always outside at first after the chaos that was trying to get him inside)

I think people would be shocked at seeing Spider just doing his thing, and Norm desperately wants to know absolutely everything

I’m also going by the movies so he’s the only human (as close to human) child to have been born on Pandora because the scientists weren’t all that interested in baby making.

Spider does eventually start liking Norm because he takes way to much joy in teasing him with his animal noises/ he likes how important he feels when Norm gets all excited about the things he can do…..even if it is just him breathing

I don’t think he’d be a fan of people speaking English around him for a while because he doesn’t know how to speak it & doesn’t like that he can understand them

He’s a fast learner & Kiri is a great teacher and Tuk is her amazing helpers so he learns to speak in better sentences (even if he thinks the word use is excessive and will get sulky after a while if they keep correcting him when he doesn’t think he’s wrong) (Lo’ak finds it hilarious)

He really likes Jake because he can feels Eywa around him and makes him interested in him (different to how he feels Eywa around Kiri)

I can definitely see him and Kiri teaching each other how they experience Eywa

I absolutely see him totally unnerving jake by just quietly staring at him without blinking (everyone else finds it hilarious to see Jake get so weirded out 😂😂)

Neytiri would probably be far more accepting of him after a while & he definitely becomes some she’s begrudgingly fond of in the beginning, but eventually turns into full protective loving mama (because I’m a sucker for mama Neytiri)

Having Neytiri as his mother would definitely feel very different to Eywa/Thanator but in a very pleasant way, like she can actually hold him in her arms and speak a language he can easily understand (he still loves his other mama’s tho)

This is getting long so I’m going to leave it there 😅

I really like this au! Im interested in knowing what you guys think and I look forward to seeing how it will develop ❤️❤️

Thank you for reading & I hope you enjoyed ❤️

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 5 months

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Goldenheart choices

1. Pirate or surfer Ambro and mermaid Bal au

2. Tinker fairy bal and human ambro childhood friends au

3. Fae Bal and Hunter ambro, (if you want smut? Top ambro, bottom bal with vines as bondage)

4. Riririkinzi's little mermaid au drabble (angst, fluff, or smut)

Ok so I chose Pirate/Mermaid (movie ver.) And let me tell you this was SO much fun to write!!!! I might continue it into something more long-form on my AO3, is that something anyone is interested in?? Thank you for the request anon! I hope you don't mind all the creative liberties I took ❤️

Ballister lifted himself up onto the rocks and sang, his brilliant black tail flicking the water beneath. It was the curse of the sirens that they should be forced to sing, forced to lure the sailors who would linger among them, enraptured, until succumbing to starvation on the barren seabanks of their island. The sirens did not wish to see their beloved muses suffer for them, but if any ship was able to resist their call and pass them by, or if any sailor managed to leave their island, they would all dissolve into the salt of the ocean. So he sang with his brothers and sisters, as beautifully as he could, desperate to lure any ship that came within earshot of their island, to preserve his family. Siren voices carry for well over a mile.

Just as usual, the ship crashed on the rocks and the surviving sailors were thrown to the sea below. They would need to retrieve them. Of course it would be easier to just allow the sailors to drown, but just as the sailors were enraptured by the sirens, so too were the sirens captivated by the sailors. It was nice, sometimes, to have their company, but in addition to that, sirens could not reproduce with one another. To keep their island alive, they needed to rescue the humans.

Diving below the sea, Ballister saw what appeared to be the Captain, based on his attire. He was young to be a captain, with blond hair that whipped and floated in the water. Ballister wrapped his arm around him and carried him to the surface, ushering him to the rocky shore.

Canals ran through this island of boulders, allowing the merfolk to interact with their human pets for however long they had. There was some freshwater springs, but no food. Sirens didn't need to eat.

He rested his hand on the Captain's chest and pressed until all the water was out of him. The man coughed and sputtered. He met Ballister's eyes. "You. Were you the one singing, with the beautiful voice?"

Ballister cradled his head and smiled. "I was singing with my brothers and sisters. We each have our own song. They harmonize when we sing together, but each one is a melody on its own."

The captain blinked. "What was your song?"

Ballister opened his mouth to sing softly. The man's eyes widened. "That's it! Your song is the one that I heard!"

Ballister blushed. "You only heard mine? We were all singing."

"I heard the harmony when we got closer. You all sounded lovely. Are you a mermaid? Or a siren?"

"I'm a merman," Ballister said with an annoyed albeit amused lilt. "But I am also a siren. They're the same thing, you know."

"Oh." The man looked over the stones and into the water, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of Ballister's tail. "You don't look like you'll try to eat me."

Ballister laughed. "We don't eat sailors! We don't need to eat. We live forever, unless we are killed or captured. I am a Guardian, I protect the island. You seem to be a pirate, but you don't look like you're going to brutally pillage me."

"Heavens no!" The Captain laughed nervously. "We aren't those kinds of pirates. I was the heir to a corrupt, powerful fishing company. They were exploiting their sailors and stealing from the public, so I rounded up some sailors and now we take down their fishing boats. We don't hurt anyone, we recruit those who want to join us and bring the rest home. Anyway, do you all have names?"

Ballister snorted. "Yes, and mine is Ballister."

"My name is Ambrosius. Hello, Ballister." Ballister just smiled and nodded. They weren't supposed to remember the humans' names. It made things too hard.

The siren's eyes widened when a warm hand, with a skin far more textured than his own cupped his face. "Has anyone told you that you are so beautiful, Ballister?"

He blushed and sank a bit deeper into the water. "I am frequently told I have a lovely voice."

"No," said the human-- the Captain-- Ambrosius. "That's not what I mean. Your voice is beautiful, but that's not what I mean. Something about your eyes. You're just the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Not something I thought I'd ever say washed up on a boulder to a half-fish man, but I mean it."

Ballister laughed, but something inside him twisted. The siren's seductive magic lies solely in his song. He cannot keep a human captivated unless he is singing. He wasn't singing, but this man still looked at him with that look in his beautiful almond eyes.

Ballister had already decided that this human was going to be his. But now, he was starting to feel sure that he didn't want to let this one go.

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #nimona 2023 #mermaid au #yywihh fics #fic request #nimona fanfic

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gooeygoldies · 23 days

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Y'know what surprise post it's Otacon time he's on my mind rn (I have had some of the songs I've assigned to him on repeat lately) pokemon au is back!! Og mgs, mgs2 and mgs4

BUT YEAH!! POKEMON!!! he's one of my -if not the- most developed character au-wise in regards to pokemon and teams and things so yuh yuh under cut my insane person rambles

Okay SO we are going by game.

Mgs

- Porygon and Magnemite: Very straightforward the hacker/engineer pokemon duo!! He got them in college. His buddies his pals

- Sobble: actual plot here! It was a gift by Sniper wolf, who had Intelleon as her main pokemon. It is very much like him in the first game (cries and can turn invisible, in this au he got the camo gear idea from Sobble!!) and is perked upon his shoulder always. Also the water type is a sad little connection to the.pool. yeah. Anyways, he leaves it behind after leaving shadow Moses cuz he isn't a crybaby anymore!! Character growth!! The Sobble is okay don't worry about it

- Venonat: in au-lore. Originally assigned cuz I felt they looked alike, also a nocturnal pokemon to accompany him! But it was a pokemon he saved from being attacked by wolf's mightyenas (stand-in for wolves) it helps him sneak around shadow Moses thanks to its enhanced sight!

Mgs2 (now we get more into my own lore)

- Porygon2 and Magneton: Evolved!! Thanks to philanthropy that is, now they battle alongside snake and Otacon and are key helpers in all things electricity. Magneton is especially key in destabilizing electrical power sources

- Patrat (Shiny): Shiny bcs the color scheme felt cuter, but aside from that its here to match the 'eyes in the sky' role Otacon has now. A little sentinel! It keeps guard if accompanying snake or Otacon in missions.

- Swadloon: its all cozy and cooped up like. Like a nerd. But beside that, and it's role in the future (aka MGS4) it's main function is to sew up any torn garments, and helped Otacon make the new sneaking suit.

- Joltik: you know the bug things set to record conversations in spy movies? Make it an actual bug. Also it eats electricity so its a rlly good pal to have on the computer.

- Helioptile: It's actually a power generator!! Solar powered friend and I'd feel it would've been caught while moving around for philanthropy

* Venonat: He's still there!

Mgs4

Porygon2 & Magneton: Same ol' guys

Galvantula, Watchog, Heliolisk, Venomoth: They all evolved! Even if they spend most of their time in the nomad, Otacon took the time to train all of them after Snake's health started deteriorating just in case they needed to protect Sunny.

Leavanny: Honorable and separate mention! The nanny pokemon and it evolves by friendship. Evolved not long after Sunny arrived into his life, as the pokemon category implies, it takes care of Sunny as well!! Main caretaker whenever Snake and Otacon need some backup in that regard

Rotom: you know Rotom dex? Think metal gear Rotom... Rotom gear. But it's the mk.II instead. Rotom powered! The little dude also helps with every day appliances with it's usual forms

Beheeyem: It matches his sleeker, cooler look. That concept art with the coat? It's the cooler nerd pokemon

Porygon-Z: Used to be Emma's, and it ends up being the last puzzle piece in FOXALIVE in this au. She gave it to him before, y'know, spoilers but dying and all dat!

Well that's it!! I love Otacon he's so me I'm so him. Nerds with big glasses... Hopefully if I get the energy I'll do more deep dives like these but tbh for Snake his team is p static. Whatever !!! Ty guys for listening gn !!

#long one #mgs #pokemon #pokemon au #metal gear solid #metal gear pokemon #otacon

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duxpuella · 2 years

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steven meeks x fem reader smut pls!

Oneshot: Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me

< Atention: Modern AU where Neil lives, and Welton’s a boys & girls school. This piece is a bit further into future and everyone's at college already.

Warnings: Fluff, +16 content, if you’re under 16y or feel uncomfortable with the prompt please do not interact! Nothing way too explicit, but there’s a lot of sexual insinuation and generally soft smut, Steven being a housewife, an obscene amount of The Cure reference, hints of sub! Steven >

Words: 1.8k ;

Note: Heyy there, so I recommend listenning to Hot Hot Hot!!! by The Cure while reading (it was the main inspiration, but if you really want to dive in, listen to the entire album- Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me);

There's a bunch of songs excerpts in here, all from the same album, and they're supposed to translate what's going in Steven's head, since I headcanon him as an action person and the reader knows he has ways of by-passing his verbal difficulty it through music.

Plot: Steven and you have been dating for awhile, and now in college with both constantly exhausted you've been out of time for each other. Steven decides to fix that and make room for you in his schedule if you know what I mean. Steven Meeks x (fem!) reader

Also, here’s my Meeks playlist, hope you enjoy it!

Steven was your best friend, and it has been like this since the both of you met. He had a crush on you from the start, you intrigued him, and after a few schemes and setups from his friends, you had your first date at the movie theater. After that, it became really clear that the infatuation was mutual, and also that both of you were willing to take your time with things.

By the end of high school, you were in a stable strong relationship. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he used all his scientific expertise into studying you as well. Charlie always joked that you were like an old married couple, and as odd as it could be, you felt like that too.

However, physical intimacy was a current problem. Not because you didn't want it (you were both starving from it) but due to the unpleasant circumstances that had followed you. In Welton, there was never a proper place for things to unravel naturally. It was always rushed by the fear of getting caught, and neither of you liked that, at least not as a regular condition.

At the beginning of the semester, things were heavenly. You made an arrangement to share your dorm with him, and so, you lived almost literally like a married couple. Enjoying all the bliss that domestic life could offer. It also helped a great deal to truly enjoy each other's bodies and engage in emotionally fulfilling intimacy.

That was, until last month. College life was starting to weigh on both of you, and though the desire was still under your skin, exhaustion often took over your body. Not to mention that your routines would often mismatch, making Steven go to sleep by the time you would wake up and vice versa.

It didn't make you feel insecure, the boy loved you. He'd still kiss your hand every time he greeted you. He'd still bring you snacks during your study sessions, remembering you to make regular pauses and drink water. He'd still avoid smoking near you because he knew you hated the smell. You could see clearly that the feeling hasn't faded one bit, but you were frustrated.

And so was he. Steven would never complain or express, verbally, his discontent. But every time he would embrace you behind and lay his head on your shoulder, you could feel the tired sigh coming out of his mouth. You could hear him mumbling an apology whenever he got in bed later than you.

This week your tests had finally been over, and Christmas was in sight: only one week left. As you arrived at your dorm, you noticed your boyfriend was already there. A delicious smell came from the oven, and a pan was placed on the stove, cooking pasta.

Steven caught you by surprise with his embrace, "Welcome home, darling." You could tell he was happy, "What's the occasion?" you asked as he gently entwined your fingers and guided your hand to his lips, placing a soft peck. "Freedom. I'm finally free, now I can fully enjoy you, and I intend to do it properly within every second of this weekend. Starting tonight," he said looking at his wristwatch "Friday, 10p.m." a coy smile tugging the corners of his mouth.

"You're unreal, you know that Steven Meeks?" you said as you detangled yourself from his embrace, intending to face him directly. You cupped his cheeks as they've become a light pink, emphasizing his freckles. He stared at you, shy and smitten. He then bend, touching his forehead to yours, and closed his eyes enjoying the warmth.

"I love you." He whispered, like a confession. The noise of steam interrupted the moment and made Meeks drive away, leaving your hands empty. He stirred the content a bit and looked at you, "Take a shower, it will be ready when you get out." You took the advice and went your way.

The hot water helped your muscles to relax and you felt like you could, after weeks of stress compiled, slow down. As you got out, a set of Christmas-themed pajamas freshly out of the dryer rested patiently on your bed, waiting for you. A chuckle escaped your lips, when did he even get time to shop you something?

You showed up in the kitchen already dressed, you saw two plates of spaghetti and a tray full of cinnamon rolls placed on the table. Steven was washing the dishes when he heard you arrived and smiled in contempt "It fits!" His hands gesturing towards your body, "I got it earlier when I went over town to buy the ingredients. Just saw this set with the corner of my eye on my way to the cashier and remembered how your previous one shrunk last week."

"Does that mean you don't want me wearing your shirts to sleep anymore?" you said, teasingly as it was your turn to embrace him from behind. "Absolutely. It was getting very hard to focus on my tasks with you wandering around every night in my clothes." you couldn't see his face but you could hear through his voice that he was smirking.

As Steven finished the dishes, he took your hand and guided you to the table. "Now, let's eat. I'm starving," he said as a grunt came out of your stomach causing you both to laugh. You ate and talked through the night simply enjoying your time together.

After all the dishes were savored you watched him set up a fun melody from the first Spotify playlist he gifted you. The song started as he also started dancing to the melody, gesturing towards you. You started dancing as well, surrounding your arms on his neck while his hands organically grabbed your waist.

Hey, you! Yes, you... You, the one that looks like Christmas... Come over here and kiss me!!! Kiss me!!!

Your smitten gaze met his, as you shared a passionate and slow kiss. You felt yourself completely melt into his arms, as his hands now at the small of your back bringing you closer. He parted your lips and laid his head onto your shoulder, recovering oxygen.

I kissed her face, I kissed her head And dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow Why are you so far away, she said Why won't you ever know That I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you?

"I can't wait to marry you." His warm breath caressed your neck, his voice low, almost in as if he was stating that to himself solely. The tip of your fingers softly stroking his auburn hair. "I missed you so much, love," you said, in the same tone. He held you tighter, "I know. Me too." he raised his face from the crook of your neck, and bend touching foreheads again.

You're just like a dream You're just like a dream

You danced to the melody as one, letting your bodies be guided by the rhythm. Eyes hypnotized by each other's, his mouth being pulled by yours as magnets. He kissed you, his hands crawling to the back of your neck deepening the kiss. He was starved from you. You could tell it wasn't just a matter of flesh, it wasn't just primal. It was ancient, almost spiritual.

He didn't want just your body, he wanted your time, your dedication, your devotion. He wanted to dive into your soul once again and have you become one. And he would willingly provide the same for you. When your breath was lost, your lips parted. Inches away, panting desperately. You watched as his lips, already swollen, would repeatedly open and close signing the passage of air.

Tonight I'm screaming like an animal Tonight I'm losing control Tonight I'm screaming like an animal Tonight I'm getting so low

The lyrics came through the speakers as the realization hit you, making you chuckle. "You put the entire album?" "Not the entire album..." his one-sided grin made your heart skip a beat, "but yeah, like, half of it. I found it to be quite appropriate since I do want you to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me." the burst of laughter came immediately, making your eyes squint.

"Well, you're very hot, hot, hot yourself, love." you stroke back right after. "Happy to serve," he spoke softly as his mouth made its way to your neck. "speaking of which, how can I please you tonight?" you gasped as goosebumps covered your body. "God, Steven..." your hands clenching around his shoulder now.

As you felt his lips ghost over your exposed neck, an unintelligible mumble exiting it as you guided both to your shared bed. You pushed him a little, causing your boyfriend to sit on it while you stood. He brought you closer, placing you between his legs, looking up at you in adoration with strands of ginger curly hair stuck onto his temples.

You pushed his hair back and cupped his face delicately, caressing his cheek with your thumb as his eyes submerged into your figure. He bit his lower lip, completely enchanted.

The third time I saw lightning strike It hit me in bed It threw me around And left me for dead For a second that room was on the moon

You placed your other hand on his neck, this time thumb under his chin gently forcing it up. "I love it when you're subservient like this, truly makes justice to your name." he smiled, enamored. You got closer whilst he tried capturing your lips. You recoiled, taunting him as a sadistic grin took over your face. His hunger frame almost made you feel guilty, but deep down you knew these power displays were what kept things thrilling for you both.

Finally, you gave in to his embrace. You let his hands wander through your body, helping you to undress from the pajamas. You switch positions with you, fully undressed laying in the bed and him standing. He took his shirt off with one swift motion and watched your body as he finished undressing.

You're so gorgeous I'll do anything! I'll kiss you from your feet To where your head begins! You're so perfect! You're so right as rain! You make me Make me hungry again

He dove into bed, kissing every part of you he could reach with his mouth. His hands pulled you closer and closer each time as if he would be able to merge your bodies together. Ravishing adoration in each gesture, delicacy within each touch, and reverence carved in his glance.

You're not sure how long it took for the both of you to be fully satisfied, but as you rested your head on his chest you could hear a soft melody playing in the background alluring you into sleep. You made yourself comfortable as your left hand traced invisible patterns near his heart.

And hold me up so high And never let me go Take me Take me in your arms tonight

Just like that, everything else beyond your bedroom walls was irrelevant, and you slept soundly.

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forlovvers · 2 years

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dive into you

❝ dive into my heart. ❞

PAIR: bsf!swimmer!jake x fem!reader

GENRE: bsftolovers!au, fluff, angstish, humorish

WARNINGS: profanity, jealously, a lil kiss scene🤭

WC: 3.4k

SYNOPSIS: in which jake has made the grave mistake of falling for his best friend.

PLAYLIST: honesty (pink sweat$) • are we still friends? (tyler, the creator) • dive into you (nct dream)

🗒🌟lynne’s note: i didn’t do too much research on swimming so im sorry(?) i’m just going off what ik from mf movies💀 also theres a lot of mentions of wet hair and im not sure why

THE COLD WATER SPLASHES Jake’s face as he dives head first into the pool, pushing his feet off the tiled wall to move him quickly forward. The water always seemed to be an act of comfort for Jake when his mind seemed to be clouded with worrying thoughts.

One of them being you. You and Jake had been best friends since first grade. He had seen you with an awful pixie haircut that you made him swear to keep to himself. He had seen you run and slip by the pool, causing you to fracture your ankle. He had seen you sob over The Lion King.

So why did he feel this way? Why was there a heart fluttering feeling in his chest every time he heard your laugh, or every time your hand brushed slightly against his? Truthfully, it had been bothering him for quite a while. He seemed hyper-aware whenever you entered a room. He can’t seem to get you out of his head.

Jake assumes that its because you’re very involved in his life. You saw him win his very first swim race. And you also saw him lose his first swim race. You were there when he threw up just before his big history presentation. You were there for a lot of his firsts.

Sunghoon says its because he likes you.

Jake doubts it though.

Lost in thought, Jake rises from the water to be met with the sight of you. Speak of the devil. You’re sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dipped in the cool water. Your lips are pressed together and you’re looking at him with doe-y eyes.

“Y/N?” Jake blinks the water out of his eyes to refocus his gaze back onto you. “What are you doing here?” He asks, brows knitting together.

You shrug, “Just wanted to see you. Wanna get food after?” You smile, swishing your feet gently in the water. Jake hums as he places his palms on the side of the pool to push himself up and out of the pool. He sits comfortably next to you, water dripping from his form. He can smell your peach-scented shampoo when you turn to face him, the familiar fluttering feeling rushing through his veins.

“Jake! You’re all wet!” You say, shoving him away. Jake smiles and shakes his head toward you, droplets of water landing on your face and running down your cheeks. “Eat shit, Jake!” You watch him laugh as he gets up and heads to the locker rooms.

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“WHY WERE YOU AT at the pool?” You ask, mouth full of chicken. The two of you sat in a booth near the corner, at a local fried chicken restaurant. The sound of utensils clattering and the soft chatters of people’s conversation filled the air. Jake’s hair is still wet, his bangs clinging to his forehead. You always thought he looked good when he came out of the pool. Not that it mattered.

You had had a crush on Jake in the eighth grade, but the thought of you and Jake together seemed unreachable. He was your best friend, he wasn’t supposed to be anything more. And yet, eighth grade you would drop everything to be at Jake’s side. You ended up dropping the crush with fear of ruining your friendship, plus he didn’t seem too interested in you. You weren’t heartbroken, but you’re unsure if those feelings ever went away.

“Why? Can’t I swim?” he says, brows raising at the sudden question. You never questioned when he swam. “It’s just that your competition isn’t too soon,” you push around your rice grains with your chopsticks. “I don’t know, you just don’t practice this early. Is there something on your mind?”

You. Jake shakes his head to contradict his thoughts, “No, I just want a head start this season.” You hum, nudging his foot, it was something you did when in thought. “Why? Are you worried about me?” his lips curve into a teasing smile and Jake’s quick to dodge the dirty napkin thrown his way.

“I just don’t want to be the one you’re complaining too.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. Jake’s laughter dies down when a waiter appears.

“Can I get you anything else tod— Y/N?” the all–too–familiar voice calls out your name and you raise your head to view them. “Jaemin?” the name slips past your lips as if you knew him like the two of you were close. Jaemin was your baby project partner in your sophomore year, the two of you had grown sorta close but soon lost touch when he moved schools.

“You work here?” You ask and said boy nods, flashing a charming smile. “Yeah, I started around a month ago.” Jaemin and you engage in short conversation, catching up on each others lives, until Jake clears his throat.

“I don’t think we need anything here, Jaemin.” Jake’s bitter tone isn’t one you hear very often, but it makes its appearance today. “Right, just let me know if you do.” Jaemin sucks in air through his teeth just before smiling at you once more.

“Jake, what was that?” Your tone is also bitter. The latter shrugged dismissively, fiddling with the napkin you had thrown at him earlier. “I didn’t like his energy.”

“His energy?” You scoff disapprovingly, your lips flipping into a tight frown. Jake rubs his nape and for the first time in forever, you’re unable to read his expression. “Whatever, lets just pay and go.”

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“JAKE, DO YOU HAVE anymore quarters?” Riki pokes at Jake’s side whose too busy staring at the blank messages on his phone. You hadn’t texted him in three days, which was quite unusual. He had apologized for acting a certain way at restaurant, so why hadn’t you texted him yet? “Jake,,” Riki drawls out, tugging on Jake’s shirt like an impatient child who was promised ice cream.

“Don’t mind him,” Jay says, his hands moving quickly with the joysticks. Jay’s figure is hunched over the arcade machine, piles of winning tickets sitting on the ledge of the machine. “He’s too busy worrying about his girlfriend.”

“Y/N’s not my girlfriend.” Jake mumbles loud enough for them to hear, teeth tugging on his bottom lip.

“I never said anything about Y/N.” Jay smirks from his seat, head turning to Jake who rolls his eyes. “Shit!” Jay exclaims, realizing he had lost the game because he looked away for a split second to taunt his friend. Riki snickers and scoots Jay out of the chair, “My turn.”

“You don’t even have quarters.” Jay snorts as he watches Riki reach into one of his pockets and pull out a shiny quarter. “I do, I just wanted more.” Riki smiles mischievously, slipping the quarter into the slot and the game immediately starts up again.

“I’m going to look for Sunoo, he should’ve been back with the snacks by now.” Jake sighs in defeat, pocketing his phone. “Don’t think about Y/N too much!” Jay calls out as Jake takes his leave and Riki’s laughter follows quickly after.

As Jake wanders around the arcade, he swears he can hear your voice. But maybe he’s just having withdrawals from without hearing from you. What is he talking about? It’s only been a couple days, why is he acting like the two of you haven’t been separated before?

Jake thinks he’s losing his mind when he hears your laugh but when he turns the corner, he sees you. And you’re not alone. Jaemin and you are standing at the basketball game, laughing about something probably stupid and you attempt to shoot the mini basketball and miss. Jaemin makes a joke and you’re laughing like its the funniest thing in the world.

Jake bites his inner cheek hard to prevent him from saying anything he might regret, instead he turns his back and leaves.

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YOU HAVEN’T HEARD FROM Jake in at least a week and it’s getting worrying. You originally dropped your phone in the sink while doing the dishes and had to get it repaired, preventing you from contacting anyone. After three days without your phone, you expected there to be a couple calls or messages from Jake but, there was absolutely nothing. Just a message saying to pay your rent on time and a missed call from your mom.

You called your mom back, but there something still bugging you. So, you decided to show up at Jake’s apartment. You knock precisely three times and wait, smoothing out the creases of your jeans out of anxiousness.

Theres a shuffle and a bark on the other side and you hear him say, “Layla, its just the door.” You can see the doorknob jiggle and the lock finally clicks and the door swings open to reveal a worn out looking Jake. You can tell he just got back from the pool because of his damp hair falling just above his eyes and the smell of chlorine leeching off him.

Jake stiffens when he sees you and the door closes a little. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asks for the second time that week. You shift awkwardly, shoving your hands into your pockets. “You weren’t picking up my calls, so I decided to come over.”

He presses his lips together, nodding. “Yeah, my phone’s dead.” Jake knows his phone is fully charged and is pushed into the depths of his back pockets. “For a whole week your phone’s been dead?” You frown, playing with the loop of your jeans, eyes trained anywhere but your best friend.

Jake nods again, unsure about his awful lie. You can see right through him and he knows that, but you don’t say anything about it. “Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?” Your voice is quiet.

“I have a closed practice tomorrow.” The air is tense and hush. The silence eats you up and you need to something, anything. “Okay. Goodnight, Jake.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” and the door shuts in your face.

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THE SOUND OF RAIN is harsh against the once clear window panes, streaks of water running down the sheet of glass. A small sigh escapes Jake’s slightly chapped lips as he lets his mind rest, lulling his head back on his couch.

“Stop acting so depressed and go talk to Y/N.” Sunghoon appears from the hallway, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his neck. Taking a seat next to Jake, Sunghoon turns on the TV, adjusting the volume.

“Stop acting like you live here, seriously, it’s getting out of hand Sunghoon.” Jake turns to face his friend, who pays no attention to him. Sunghoon’s eyes are glued to the flickering scenes of some drama.

“What’s stopping you from calling Y/N? Oh yeah, you like her.” Sunghoon retorts, chuckling to himself. The sudden buzz from underneath Jake’s thigh catches his attention more than Sunghoon’s comment, he pulls his phone out, quickly reading the message he had just received.

When Jake doesn’t respond, Sunghoon’s quick to peer over at his friend’s side, but Jake’s quicker. In two seconds flat, Jake clicks off his phone and is off the couch.

The latter shoves his feet into his converse, that were previously lying by the door. “Is it from Y/N?” Sunghoon calls out, watching as Jake flings open the door. “Watch Layla!” is all he says before Sunghoon can hear the door click shut.

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IT’S BEEN NEARLY FOUR weeks since you’ve heard, seen or spoke to Jake. You think maybe this is his way of ending his friendship with you, pushing you away by making up excuses to distance himself from you.

To distract yourself, you fill your days up with Na Jaemin. He always seemed to know what to say or what to do, to reassure you about Jake. He was the only person you talked to about it and, thankfully he understood.

“Ask him to meet up,” Jaemin says over the phone, you can hear him run water on the other line. “To talk about it.”

“Are you sure? What if he doesn’t show up?” Your mind races to the worst possible scenarios at Jaemin’s suggestion. You pick at the skin around your nail out of anxiousness, teeth sinking into the plush of your bottom lip.

“Then it’s not going to be the end of the world, just try.”

And thats how you found yourself at a small coffee shop with text message to Jake about meeting you there. You chose to sit by the big front window, so Jake could spot you easier. You’re nervously drumming your fingers on the table, watching as people outside took cover from the rain by running under awnings or pulling out umbrellas from their bags.

The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries infused the room as busy people traveled in and out of the door, the bell ringing with each touch. The bell rings once more and you don’t think much of it until the seat across from you is filled with your best friend.

Jake’s hair and his clothes are drenched and he’s wiping his rained-on cheek with the sleeve of his soaked hoodie (which seems a little counterproductive). His lips are slightly blue and he’s muttering curses about the rain under his breath.

Without thinking, you reach out and brush his hair out of his eyes, feeling the soft wet strands between your fingers. “Do you not have an umbrella?” You ask softly. Your hand quickly retracts itself and returns to your side when Jake looks up at you with slightly shocked eyes. You mumble a quick ‘Sorry’ to which Jake just shrugs, but you don’t notice the way his cheeks heat up.

A moment of silence passes by and it feels likes forever before someone speaks up. “How have you been?” You don’t make eye contact with him, instead you count how many napkins that are stacked on the middle right of the table.

Jake lets go of a breath, “Good.”

“Cool.”

A waitress arrives and she’s taking out her notepad, “Anything for you guys today?” The waitress’ hair is pulled back in a loose bun and she’s smiling down at you and Jake, her pen hovering over the pages of her notepad.

“Just a coffee with cream and sugar on the side for me.” You say, your voice coming out a lot smoother than expected. You look back at Jake and for the first time, he’s looking back at you. He finally tears his gaze away and tells the waitress he doesn’t need anything and thanks her.

The waitress smiles more and reaches into her apron and throws a couple sugar packets on the table, before leaving for your coffee. More awkward silence follows, but the words you need can’t seem to form.

“Jake, what are we doing?” You ask, a small chuckle that lacks of humor following after. It’s funny, you think. It’s funny how a little distance and miscommunication can seemingly ruin a friendship of eleven years.

“I’m in love with you.” Jake blurts out.

The sudden confession puts you into shock and your mouth falls open and forms an ‘o’. He even seems a little shocked at the words spilled from his lips, but he continues.

“I’ve been in love with you since, I think seventh grade, maybe sixth.” Jake exhales slowly and everything else also seems to move slower. “I just can’t stand to see you being with someone who isn’t me. I want to be the one to make you happy. To wake up next to you. To love you. Not anyone else. But despite all odds, I think I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel the same.”

Your silence is enough for him and suddenly he’s standing up. “Jake,” his name leaves your lips as delicately as ever, but it isn’t enough to stop him. He avoids eye contact with you as he pushes in his chair, the loud sound of the chair scraping the tiled floor drowns out the sound of Jake’s fast beating heart.

Before you know it, he’s gone.

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JAKE IS FEELING NERVOUS. It’s the last race of his competition and quite truthfully, he’s been coming in third or fourth place almost every race of the competition. But how could he think about swimming, when other things clouded his head? Nonetheless, he still had a team he couldn’t let down.

Jake secures his goggles one last time before kneeling on the starting platform, fingers and toes curling over the edge for support. The water was gentle and inviting, drawing him in with every passing second.

“Three…” Out of the corner of his eyes, Jake can make out your figure. He knows you anywhere. Although his limbs were aching, the sudden appearance of you seemed to make him feel the slightest better. You’re leaning against the side of the bleachers, arms crossed and you’re peering at the swimmers.

“Two..” You finally spot Jake, sending him two thumbs up. He bites back a smile and refocuses his eyes back onto the blue water, finally feeling ready.

“One!” The referee blows the whistle and the crowds erupt into cheers as the swimmers dive in. You watch as Jake takes the lead, submerging himself further down the lanes with every kick and push. Other swimmers try to catch up, but he’s already too far down. In no time, Jake wins the race.

Jake rises from the water, head whipping to scan the scoreboard. You can tell he’s pleased when he pumps his fist in the air, grinning wider than ever. Once he’s out of the pool, his teammates are surrounding him and congratulating him for bringing it home. Even his coach seems satisfied.

But theres only one thing on Jake Sim’s mind.

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THE SOUND OF JAKE’S footsteps grow closer as he emerges from the locker rooms. He’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he walks, his duffle bag in the other hand. He doesn’t see you until the two of you collide and his phone clatters to the floor.

The pool is empty. It’s just you and him. The sound of the water filter and your breaths are the only things to be heard.

The two of you reach for the phone in sync, hands brushing against one another. You grab and hand it to him before standing up, not realizing how close the two of you were. Jake’s heart is beating so loud, he almost didn’t hear you mumble a small apology for bumping into him.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Jake looks down and fiddles with his phone, before deciding to push it into the pocket of his shorts. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything the other da—“

“I’m in love with you too.” The words slipping past your lips are uncalled for and Jake feels like he’s dreaming. The sound of your voice drowns out everything else and cloud nine seems just in reach.

“Since eighth grade maybe. I don’t know. But I remember admiring you so much, you put so much effort into everything and, I’m not sure. You were just always there for me—“

Jake closes the space between you two, lips pressing to yours. At first, you tense for the briefest moment out of shock before letting his lips slot against yours. It’s almost like he’s made for you, with the way he cups your cheeks and wraps his arm around your waist to draw you closer, the butterflies and fireworks going crazy in your stomach. You can smell the faint scent of chlorine and vanilla lotion when you lean further into his touch. You let your hands run through his soft hair, eliciting a deep chuckle from the back of his throat and you can feel him smile against your lips.

When you pull away, the shyness reddens your cheeks and you bury your face in Jake’s shoulder. You can feel his chest vibrate with more laughter as he brings his hands to cup your cheeks, bringing you to look at him. His lips looked the slightest bit swollen and pink but he’s smiling ear to ear. “I win.” is all he says and a look of confusion casts across your face.

“I’ve liked you longer.”

You scrunch your nose and flick his forehead, to which Jake rubs the spot where he’s been hit and feigns hurt, an unintentional pout adorning his lips. “Shut up, let’s go get dinner.” You start to walk away from him, hearing his footsteps catch up to you (although he shouldn’t be running near the pool).

“Will you give me another kiss!”

“Only if you pay for dinner!”

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darlinboypresley · 2 years

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Are you lonesome tonight……?

Pairing: Austin x reader

Requested: yes by; @benhardysbaby5 summary: it is 2020 and the covid pandemic just got worse than it already was…. Seeing you are in lockdown and living with your boyfriend who was working on the new Elvis movie and your college being on lock down it could get quite lonesome.

Tw: angst age difference bad mental health mentions covid 19 pandemic and fluff

It was a typical Monday afternoon your last zoom class just ended so now you were. Just starting up dinner seeing your boyfriend Austin could be home from filming any time soon. You weren’t lying if you were being honest the whole pandemic was taking a toll on you.

You couldn’t see your friends nor your parents. unless it was over the phone. You couldn’t go to your classes, and you were stuck at home half the time. And since Austin was filming allot you barely got to see him. and when he was home, he was in his study all the time obsessing over Elvis, so he’d know exactly how to play him. at first you didn’t mind you liked the alone time but after a while it started to get lonesome.

Sometimes you wonder if it would’ve been different if you were closer in age. But you soon snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the door open. You smiled as you watched Austin enter, you’re shared apartment. He put his stuff down in the living room and made his way into the kitchen. “Hi darlin’” he mumbled as he hugged you from behind. Kissing your neck softly.

You giggled and smiled gently before softly asking “hi Aus, how was shooting?” He smiled gently at you before tasting the food. “Ah shit that’s hot” he said probably burning His tongue you giggled and looked at him waiting for an answer. “Filming was good, gotta work on something though so I gotta go do that but I’ll join you later on the couch you can put my food in the microwave.” He said and kissed your cheek before rushing his way upstairs.

Before you could even answer he had already made his way up to his study. You sighed softly and looked down at the food you made. Not even hungry anymore you decided it’d be a good moment to clean the kitchen. You knew he’d be busy with work the minute he got the roll as Elvis. At first you didn’t mind that he was too busy for you.

But when he got the role, your mental health was allot better back then. If you were completely honest to yourself, you weren’t doing so well the lonesome feeling was taking over. Again, just like back in high school before you met Austin, you sighed softly to yourself and shook the bad thoughts of you. And decided to head upstairs so you could take a long hot bath to clear your thoughts.

You walked into your shared bedroom and went through your drawers. You grabbed a new pair of underwear before diving into your closet to look for Austin his favorite shirt. You smiled softly to yourself as you found it. You grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom letting the bath water run putting a bath bomb in that. You probably got for your birthday a while back.

You painted your nails the same color as always, it was red because honestly you didn’t know why you just liked the red. After you painted your nails, you got in the tub and washed your hair. When you finished washing, your hair you sighed softly hugging you’re knees you rested your head on your knees. Legs pulled against your body, you didn’t notice that you were on the verge of tears until that song started playing.

You didn’t even notice that Austin had put music on it was just there all of a sudden. you also weren’t surprised that it was another Elvis record, you didn’t mind though you were raised on the mans music and was proud to say you’re boyfriend was representing him in the new biopic. But my god was it lonesome.

So, when you heard the first few notes of are you lonesome tonight. you couldn’t help but let your tears fall. As the song played in the background Elvis his voice rang trough out your entire house. Your boyfriend singing along to the chorus of the song.

Is your heart filled with pain

Shall I come back again

Tell me dear are you lonesome…tonight…?

At this point you were so lost in thought and sadness that you didn’t even hear the music stopping. you didn’t hear the footsteps in the hall stopping at the door nor the knock that could be heard on the door but what you did hear was. “y/n?..... y/n baby what’s going on please talk to be dear why are you crying?” Austin’s voice called out to you filled with worry.

You were so lost in your own sadness, in your own pain that you couldn’t even answer your boyfriend. You were to scared that if you told him how you felt that, he’d leave you I mean to be fair he had girls laying at his feet. And yet here he was all yours and so worried about his baby, his baby having a melt down by herself you didn’t know but he felt as helpless as you at this point.

So here he was pleading you to tell him what was going on trough the door. But he still couldn’t get an answer out of you. So, he plead one last time before he decided to barge in, “y/n baby please open the door darling please I need to know if your okay…” he plead still only heard more sobs. At this point he decided that he had enough and opened the door.

He looked at you his heartbreaking at the sight of his precious girl. Curled up and crying into her knees. The moment he saw you like this he got in the tub pulling you close. He didn’t even hesitate, he didn’t even care about his clothes. All he cared about was you he kissed your head and buried his face in your hair whispering sweet nothings. “Baby please you gotta calm down, tell me what’s wrong please baby please” he plead.

You finally catched your breath and calmed down as you softly spoke. “I-I’m so lonely Aus… I miss my parents and friends I want to see them, and I…. I know you’re so busy filming and I feel so… so guilty about feeling this way I know your busy and how important this is to you, it’s gonna be your big break trough I know it baby I just…. I feel lonesome” you said voice filled with sadness choking on tears.

Hell, now he realized it… he’s been neglecting you he forgot how lonely you could get during this whole pandemic. You couldn’t see your friends or family the day lockdown was announced he made sure he had flew you over the day it started to make sure you were by his side. But what he forgot was that you didn’t know anyone here and now it hit him. he was so busy with filming or doing research in his study. he knew that sometimes he could get carried away and spent hours sometimes even days in that room… that he completely forgot about you.

He even snapped at you once de to lack of sleep and food. He took you and your feelings for granted something he had sworn he’d never do but he did… you were in this state because of him and oh boy he had allot to make up to you he couldn’t lose his best girl after all.

He grabbed your face gently and kissed you wiping your tears away. “I’m sorry baby I’m so so so so sorry, I took you for granted I didn’t mean to I swear I’d never neglect my favorite girl like that, I just got so carried away with becoming Elvis I… I forgot about my girl can you forgive me baby please I’ll promise I’ll spend more time with you okay…?” he said on the edge of tears himself now he never meant to hurt you like that you are his world.

You sniffled and looked up at him “you promise? “You said with pleading eyes. No sadness you just needed the reassurance that was all you needed from the start. Austin looked at you and softly pressed his forehead against yours. “I promise baby will you forgive me please “ he whispered giving you a small smile. You smiled and stroked his cheek softly “ye I forgive you baby I could never stay mad at you, you know that” you whispered before pressing your lips to his.

He smiled softly kissing you back as you two stayed like this for a moment. Just enjoying each other’s company before Austin spoke again. “let’s gets changed ye baby… we’ll order your favorite food and ice cream and then we’ll hold a movie marathon hm? How does that sound” he asked and stroked your cheek smiling.

You smiled and nodded your head “that sounds like a great plan baby” you whispered as you pulled him in for another kiss.

And from this moment on he made sure you were never lonesome again….

Hi creator here this is a request by a follower: @benhardysbaby5 I hope you guys like it feedback is always welcome requests are open and pls let me know if I missed triggers or grammar mistakes

New series starting this Sunday

#austin butler #x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction

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Heart Beat: a SarahBucky Vampire AU - Chapter 4: Safe House, Pt 1 - Well, How Did I Get Here? by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Summary: He wasn’t supposed to be in this situation. She most certainly wasn’t. She wasn’t supposed to know his kind even existed outside of movies, books, and TV shows that she never let on she gleefully watched while consuming fresh hot popcorn and a glass of wine.

All either of them could think was:

Well…how (TF) did I get here?

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Mama! Come on mama!

I won’t hurt you…

Come on, Honey!

Say it. I need you to believe it. Please…tell me.

Last one in!

I’ll take care of you. You’re safe. I promise…I promise. I’ve got you…

…Sarah.

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“CJ…baby, I missed you so much…” she murmured.

She tried to open her eyes. The room was dark.and she could barely move, but she always enjoys the feeling of him holding her, their long legs entwined while they sleep.

“Shhhh…” Arms tightened, pulling her closer. “Not yet. Here…”

“Mmmm…this…is…”

“Good? Yes, it is. Now sleep.”

Full, content, she sank back into the warm darkness.

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48 hours later…

She was in bed. A bed. Not her bed.

And it was dark.

“CJ…Cassius…?” She reached back and found nothing. An empty space, a cold pillow.

It was so real. It always felt so real.

Wha…what…?” She struggled, pushing herself to sit up, and when she did a wave of nausea rolled over her, compounded by an extreme sense of vertigo that gave her a feeling of falling.

Falling up. Like resurfacing from a deep dive.

She was wearing what seemed to be a man’s shirt that was very much over-sized on her almost 6 foot tall frame.

Her hands quickly confirmed that she was also wearing a bra and panties, which gave her a momentary sense of relief seeing as how she had no idea where she was or how she got wherever she was.

Her relief was short-lived because out of nowhere she was hit with an almost overwhelming feeling, like a switch was flipped on in her whole body:

(Hungry.)

She flinched and swallowed the scream that started to crawl up her throat.

She wasn’t just hungry. She was famished, and how quickly it hit her almost took her breath away.

“Shit…” she whispered, “what was that?”

“Deep breaths. Take your time…” a deep voice softly spoke from somewhere nearby. “It is a shock at first.”

That voice.

Deep in her body she felt an almost primal urge to run, but…where? It was dark and she couldn’t see anything.

It was so dark that she couldn’t get oriented, but she was now crowded against what felt to be the headboard. Trying to put her body where no one…nothing…could get behind her.

He could clearly see her, though, in the dark room.

“Your vision will start adjusting, soon. Just keep breathing.”

“Who are you? Where am I?” she rasped over a dry throat. “Where are my clothes?! I was wearing—uh!“

She gasped, grabbed and held onto the sheets while the bed began to spin.

“Stop…stop…ohgod…” she whimpered, hardly able to hear herself over the ringing in her ears.

The mattress dipped beside her, a large hand touched hers and the bed stopped spinning. Her ears immediately stopped ringing, too, but when she snatched her hand away, the ringing and spinning resumed.

“Don’t…touch me…ugh—”

The next thing she knew she was desperately feeling for the edge of the bed and when she found it, she leaned over and was sick.

She pulled her knees under her, momentarily ignoring the hand that was on her back, steadying her. Then an arm was holding her from behind as she retched again, gasping and coughing.

“That’s normal,” he said, gently.

“No,” she groaned, trying to push him away. “Not…not…”

She tried to say how not “normal” this was, because not only was she occupied vomiting so hard her eyes began to water, somehow she was also desperately hungry.

So hungry she wanted to cry.

So hungry she almost felt giddy while puking her whole insides out.

She’d never felt hunger like this.

Her whole body… craved.

When she seemed done, he settled her away from the edge of the bed and back against the headboard.

She felt a damp cloth pressed to her face, wiping her mouth.

Had her hands not been shaking, she would have taken the cloth and done it herself.

“That’s a little better, yeah? I'll take care o’ the floor and I’ll get you another shirt in a minute.”

Looking at him her eyes began to adjust, getting accustomed to the darkness. Just like he said.

She recognized him. Those eyes. That voice.

The man from the ER… and the morgue.

“No! Get away from me!! You get the fuck away from me!!”

Pushing him away, she crawled/dragged herself to the middle of the bed, her arms and legs feeling like it’d been ages ago that she’d used them.

“What the hell?! I was…I was at the hospital! How’d I get…where am I?!”

For a few seconds she heard a heartbeat that was slow and steady, not like hers because her heart was busy trying to beat its way out of her chest.

She backed off the foot of the bed and looked around her.

It was dark but gradually she began to make out objects and shapes. She could see that it was a large loft space. There were various pieces of furniture in the middle, bookcases filled with books along some of the walls.

She was in what seemed to be a private corner of the loft, with a wardrobe and a large antique-looking vanity. The bedroom.

And standing next to the large bed, was…

Barnes.

“Sarah…”

She took a step back. Then another. “You…”

Then she turned and managed to take a few staggering steps but her legs weren’t trying to comply. He must’ve known what was about to happen because before she hit the floor she was caught, lifted as though she weighed nothing, and placed back on the bed.

“How long have I…been…ohgod—“

She leaned over the side, gagged, threw up again and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing.

Then she saw it. She knew what she was just looking at, but her brain kept pushing it away.

Trying to catch her breath, she pushed herself back from the edge of the mattress, got up to her knees, held out the blood-smeared sleeve to him and yelled “What the fuck is this?!?“

Then the bed rose up and crashed into her.

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Chapter 2 : The BeautifulOne is Coming, Pt 2

Chapter 3 : The Beautiful One is Here

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narcoticwriter · 8 months

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i didn't put a number because i want every incoherent thought you have

You asked, so now you shall receive.

(Also, spoilers for his character stories as I got them from Honey Hunter and Freminet ain't officially out yet.)

Why do you like or dislike this character?

First of all, I love him so jot that down. As to why? He speaks to the repressed, emotionless part of me that's out for everyone to see. You would not believe how many people are genuinely shocked when I smile or laugh at something.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

His love of fairytales and stories. I practically lived off of those and folklore and mythology when I was younger in the same sense that he did. It may seem to have a darker twist when everything else in his backstory is taken into consideration, but I understand where he's coming from.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

The boy would take well to realize that most people really do not give a fuck about him. Not in the sense of what he went through, of course, but in the sense that the perceived judgment isn't as much as he thinks. He thinks way too much about how he's being perceived and it's killing him.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I'm shoving him into that fairytale paradise that he wants to have realized. Let him meet his friends.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Pixel Galaxy by Snail's House. Swap the snail girlie with Pers and Freminet with the other character and you've got a gold mine of an AU right there.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

I wanna say just about everything, but fun fact: I really do enjoy the sensation of the water and diving below it. It's fun. I also don't let much of anyone in for shit.

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Penguins. Penguins everywhere. They understood the assignment. They also include him with Lyney and Lynette a lot. Definitely understood the assignment.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Baby him. He might be fragile and hardly let anyone into his space, but he's also quite capable of watching out for himself to some degree. He can be brave.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Let's be real, could he be roommates with me? I think I would stay out of his way and he would stay out of mine. It would be as if he hardly existed to me. If he asks me something, I'll answer and vice versa, but I can't imagine anything other interactions unless he actually wants to do so.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Absolutely not. His best friend is Pers and in that department, I'm beaten. I cannot compete with that. Also, I am hardly one to let anyone know my deepest darkest secrets, so why would I expect that from him?

11. Would you date this character?

No.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He would be really, really into those mechanical engineering Lego sets if they existed. Clicking blocks into place and they can also be motorized? He's already tinkering with it.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

He would use '👍' as a reply or a confirmation that he saw a text. I don't see him as the type of person to text a lot as he would get anxious over what to say. An emoji I associate with him will naturally be this one: 🐧

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

What in the fuck is that? If you're referring to a style, I think his fits already, but if I could add some more steampunk/mechanical stuff in the get-up, it would really solidify his tinkering side. I suppose his helmet does that already, but I would also like to see a full diving suit instead of just the body suit.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

Fremillei. There's so much angst and yet so much softness and tenderness. I know that someone's going to pick it up and write the 150K+ slow burn hurt/comfort fanfiction because if there was a pairing that qualified for it, it'd be this one.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

I don't have one, really. I don't really dislike ships if their reasonings are executed well and I can understand them.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

I've seen Freminet and Mika together in a ship and I get it, but I don't personally ship it myself.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Lyney and Lynette, of course! Their dynamic is so nice and pure to see in the quiet moments and the moments when they're just together. I will also offer up the one between him and his mother for the reasons that it might have been bleak and hopeless, but the love was there.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

The Director. I hope Arlecchino killed her.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Some fanfics (two of them) I've read and one particular piece of art I've seen may have made me incredibly biased, but besides Pers, I will say that ideally it would be with Monsieur Neuvillette. They share too many similarities and personality traits in different forms please Hoyoverse I need more of it-

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

I haven't written for Freminet (yet?), but something that I keep in mind is that when the cards are down, Freminet will do just about anything for the House of the Hearth. This is very important to his character as it's why he keeps on going for himself.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Look at the two fics I've linked and you'll find full well what I mean. This is the palate now and I don't know if this is going to make me picky or delusional.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Any one of them with him holding Pers. Fanart, official art, I don't care. Pers is a staple and people took note of it. I couldn't be happier with it.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours reminds you of them?

Mikazuki Augus from Iron-Blooded Orphans. They have the same expressionless thing going on and have somewhat made their peace with their roles. However, Mikazuki has a lot more progression and development of character than I would expect from Genshin Impact's storytelling.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impression: He's a shy little penguin guy!

Now: He's going to be so, so fucked up when he becomes an adult.

26. FREEBIE QUESTION!!

Well, you asked for all of my unhinged Freminet thoughts and . . . you got them.

Link to the asks here

#yo #narky speaks #character ask game #as you can see #i am unhinged about him #genshin impact #freminet

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electricbluebutterflies · 8 months

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Helnik + skinny dipping even though it's much too cold

Modern AU is a good time. PGish despite the prompt + also on ao3.

In hindsight, the phrases “beachside motel” and “October” probably shouldn’t go together in the Midwest, but the combination had been cheap and Nina needed to get out of the city for a weekend and…

Fine, she’s now completely aware why people don’t come up here voluntarily after Labor Day. She may even learn something from this adventure. Maybe.

Like most of her other flawless ideas, this one had been intended as a group outing, but there had been scheduling conflicts and then in turn a reminder that while her friend group is a pretty solid sextet they are also three separate…

“Couples” is also a big word, Nina thinks, considering only one pair out of three is currently functional. At least Jesper and Wylan have their shit together as much as either of them ever will – at least they’ve dealt with all the emotional stuff to a point where Nina’s speculating on how soon the taxes-and-hospital-visitation-rights courthouse wedding will happen. Kaz and Inej will probably stay passive-aggressive and mutual pining until they’re forty, and even that feels like an early guess. As for her own situation…

Everyone else noped out of the idea, but Matthias was willing. Matthias, who grew up somewhere even colder and theoretically knows better. Matthias, who Nina hasn’t quite managed to climb yet.

There is, it becomes apparent, nothing else to do for the weekend. Tourist season ended a bit ago, and they are… not the only guests at the motel, this is not quite the start of a horror movie, but at least the only guests who had to travel more than an hour to get here. Outdoor recreation is questionable; indoor seems limited to a couple dive bars, and Nina has standards, and-

“I have an idea,” she says, sprawled on what she is pretty sure is not a king-sized bed like the reservation site said it would be.

Matthias, currently staring out the window at a parking-lot raccoon battle royale, doesn’t even turn for eye contact. “Going home early?”

“God no, we are not giving up on this trip,” Nina mutters, even though she’s thinking about it. “More like… how do you feel about public nudity?”

That’s enough to make him look at her, and apparently also enough to make him blush. This is why she hasn’t actually tackled him yet, she thinks, this is why she may never get what she wants, this is why-

“That’s a frighteningly open-ended question coming from you.”

“Well. We are near a beach. And we are, I’m starting to suspect, the only people theoretically staying the night here who haven’t wandered across the street to the Possum Lounge. And I was thinking…”

“You want to freeze off a limb?”

“It’s early October, dumbass. Don’t people do polar-bear plunges? Is that actually a thing in real life or-“

“It’s a thing.” He’s almost smiling, always a good sign when she’s trying to talk him into something. “Got forced to do it with the hockey team once. Once was enough.”

“And those are in, like, winter. This is still fall and-“

“And you really want to strip and run into the water and there is no way I can actually talk you out of it,” he finishes. Damn. Those occasional moments of perceptiveness are a fun break from the himbo default, no offense, Nina adores all baselines and-

“Exactly. And I would have more fun if you do it too, and I promise I won’t stare at your dick.”

Something in that statement must’ve come out unconvincing, and she can’t quite place the look in his eyes but it damn sure isn’t trusting and-

“Alright.” Resignation, more than anything else she could try to pin down. Still counts for enough.

They find their way outside in near-silence, no formality beyond making sure room keys are in jacket pockets. It’s cool but not cold, and again Nina wants to point out that some people run marathons in this kind of weather (and some people have really questionable priorities), and-

“Can I say I expected something even wilder from you?”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment or-“

“You’re always so…”

With anyone else, she’d be able to finish that sentence. Too Much, and all its variations, too loud and too vibrant and too impulsive and… she’s noticed how far she’s dragged Matthias out of his comfort zone over the few years they’ve known each other, but he hasn’t seemed to mind. Perfectly willing participant in her schemes at the moments it’s mattered, perfectly-

“Maybe I want a little quiet too,” she murmurs. “Can’t be all the things all the time.”

She decides that’s enough explanation and starts stripping, her clothes piled on top of the towel she grabbed because she did at least think some of this through, facing away from her counterpart because she’s trying to make this less awkward and god it’s completely awkward and-

She turns her head at the right moment to catch him looking at her with pure adoration, and something in her heart just breaks. Sweet boy isn’t going to know what hit him when she-

“Are we doing this?”

Nina closes her eyes and runs forward, laughing despite how damn cold the water is – and yes, this was objectively not one of her better ideas – stopping when she’s in up to her waist and opening her eyes to see him right there next to her, overwhelmed and in awe and-

“Can I kiss you?” She normally wouldn’t ask, but-

He nods, and she tries to jump into his arms and kinda misses and next thing she knows she’s much more in the water than she wants to be and so is he and it’s just… the sweetest thing that’s happened to her in a long time, the kind of thing that makes her think maybe she’s just a little bit of a romantic, and-

She’s not sure who kisses who, but it’s soft and hesitant and unlike her and even better for it. A start of something, this ridiculous romcom moment, and maybe-

“That okay?” she asks when they break, still clinging, still-

“Do that again when we’re not…”

“Yes. Please.”

#helnik #ebf writes fic #queue

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dialux · 1 year

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⭐+ the Jodhaa Akbar Jonsa AU!

The fic in question!

Ask for a director’s cut on my fics!

Whoo boy yes, this remains the closest fic to my heart despite it being *checks* FIVE YEARS since I published it???? wtf. Anyways, yes, love it all: the tension of the religion, the weight of separate cultures, the gaping chasm of a war that two people are charged with trying to fill. How do you fall in love with the son of the man that killed your mother's brother and your father's sister? How do you forgive the daughter of the man that has waged the war that ruined your life before you were ever born?

Sansa and Jon find out!

More to the point, I was diving into football fandom a lot at the same time I wrote this fic, and so a lot of that romanticism seeped into it- the youth, the desperation, the clawing howling surety that you are, actually, that good, and have to prove that on the biggest stage there has ever been. I genuinely didn't think many people would read the fic either; I wrote it for the jonsa exchange's fifth round (I think), and at the time I was definitely withdrawing from fandom myself as it became more and more virulent. Also the theme of the round was "historical movie AU", which............ was mildly concerning, because I don't watch that many historical movies! At the time the only ones that came to mind were a) Atonement, which I HATE SO MUCH, and b) Jodhaa Akbar. So I went with JA.

Which had the potential to be racist! I was incredibly aware of that, too: I'm not North Indian, I'm definitely not Rajasthani, and my own relationship with Hinduism is.... very fraught. But then I started writing. And it came easy. Idk if I've ever written such a long story so easily before; every single line was like water just flowing downstream. Most of the research, too, I actually did after finishing writing, mostly to find sources for my assumptions/cultural nuances.

And then there's the fact that the majority of the fic was written the day before and the day of me flying to India- I'd graduated from law school a few months before, but I was leaving behind my career for family reasons, and I was very much mourning that even as I insisted to everyone that I didn't regret leaving the US. There's a lot of feeling in the fic; it's smushed between the politics and anger and cultural differences, and it's totally a product of me being in one of The Most Feeling mindsets I can remember.

But writing the fic also opened a lot of doors for me, imo; until then I'd not really been writing anything off the beaten path, as it were. This story left me more open to experimentation, to delving into more controversial topics and approaching ideas I was less comfortable wrestling with. I think it's one of the stories I'm genuinely the proudest of writing under this pseud, and I also know that it's the reason why we got to know each other too: I'll always be glad I wrote it for that reason alone xxx

#dialux answers questions #my writing #dialux becomes a director #herawell #the most romantic movie and the most romantic story i'll ever write... truly A Combo lmao #thank you so much for asking XD

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Movies I watched this Week # 153 (Year 3/Week 49):

So on Monday morning, as I start preparing my "Viewing schedule" for the week, I stumble on a new space documentary The making of JUICE, and two hours later, I already know that this will probably be my most emotionally-rewarding film of the week. It chronicles the final years of development of The European Space Agency's Jupiter Icy Moons Explorer (JUICE), which took off to Jupiter on April 14, 2023. It’s a deeply technical dive into a topic I know nothing about. But it’s absolutely exhilarating - 10/10.

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I really struggled with Scorsese's new saga Killers of the flower moon. It's an indictment against America's original sin, the genocide and dispossession of the ingenious population, and the systemic evil it shows is deeply unpleasant. Had De Nero ever played such an sinister character? His Jimmy Conway was also a ruthless murderer, but he didn't come across as Machiavellian as here.

It's a stunningly beautiful film, but the tragedy should have been told in two hours, not 3.5.

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While waiting for Miyazaki's latest 'The boy and the heron', I caught Castle in the sky, one of the last Ghibli Studio features I hadn't seen yet.

An imaginative retro-futuristic adventure, its drawing style is somehow primitive compared to his later films. As always, many of its themes and tropes were repeated later nearly-verbatim: The old woman pirate who become Ubaba in 'Spirited away', the many fanciful steampunk airships, the strong female protagonist and her sidekick, the magical journey, the beautiful scenery, the ecological destruction, the sumptuous food.

(Unfortunately I could only watch it in the bad English dubbed version).

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From the '30 best mobster movies' list, the classic French Noir Touchez pas au grisbi ('Don't touch the loot'). Cool Jean Gabin is the honorable gangster, a refined, quiet, responsible, thoughtful criminal with an impeccable looks and manners. 8/10.

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3 by German-born French director Dominik Moll:

🍿 The Night of the 12th, a patient award-winner cop thriller that follows an investigation into an unsolved murder. A young woman is burnt alive, and in the quest to discover who did it, quiet dynamics about misogyny and gender roles are being exposed. Reminiscent of 'Memories of murder'. The rural areas outside Grenoble were mouth-watering beautiful. 8/10.

🍿 Moll’s previous thriller, Only the animals, was even a tighter thriller. Like ‘Rashomon’, it tells seven diverse stories that don't seem connected until the very last scene. This one is worth watching without any knowledge about it beforehand; it's so surprising, and shocking, and fresh. My 6th film with Denis Ménochet. Best thriller I've seen for a while - 9/10.

🍿 His earlier hit, With a Friend Like Harry, disappointed me greatly. "Harry" meets an old high school acquaintance at a roadside restroom, and invites himself to stay with the friend's family. Without any clear motivation, well-to-do Harry decides to buy his struggling friend a new car, and as some days go by, starts killing everybody around him, "because they irritate him (?)". It opens with a long grating scene of the three children crying in the car, and continued with none of the characters becoming appealing or interesting. A terrible Hitchcock at best.

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2 about cute French swimming instructors:

🍿 The five devils, My 5th uneven film with Adèle Exarchopoulos. It's a mixed up magical fantasy which is also taking place in the eastern mountainous part of Rhône. At its core, there's a tender bond between a mother and her daughter, and the 10-year-old has a extra-strong sense of smell. But then a slew of confusing subplots emerge. They include pyromania, clairvoyance, disintegrating marriage, supernatural time travel, lesbianism, trances, and what have you. 4/10.

🍿 Sink or swim, my 10th film with gorgeous Belgian actress Virginie Efira. A low-brow and predictable 'comedy' about a depressed group of suburban, sad-sack losers, each with their own midlife crisis, who join a male team of synchronized swimming. Efira is their trainer, and the whole premise is ridiculous, and sloppily-made. 2/10.

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First watch: Vincente Minnelli's turn of the century Gigi. A lame musical about a teenager prostitute school... Sorry, "Courtesans". Hard to fathom that in 1958 it swept all the 9 Oscars it was nominated for! It opens with 70-year-old grandpa Maurice Chevalier singing “Thank Heaven For Little Girls", an ode to 7 year old girls with a sly smile on his face. Disturbingly creepy, it's explicitly about "grooming", or, how to train a young woman to be a mistress. 1/10.

At least it got me interested enough to read about the "Belle Époque", the "Golden Age" era from a century ago, which had so many similarities to our recent past: A period "characterised by optimism, regional peace, economic prosperity, colonial expansion, and technological, scientific, and cultural innovations". And which ended so brutally by some certain historical calamities, the two World Wars…

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Make way for tomorrow, the "Saddest movie ever made"? An old couple loses their home in 1937 America, and none of their five selfish adult children wants to help them stay together. A real tearjerker that may have been the inspiration to Ozu's 'Tokyo Story'.

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“… This land doesn’t seem to have changed much…”

Vilhelm Hammershøi (1864-1916) was a symbolic, melancholic Danish painter. Michael Palin and the Mystery of Hammershøi is part of the travelogue series that Michael Palin used to host. Palin was fascinated by him, because many of his Vermeer-inspired portraits featured a mysterious woman shown from the back.

He lived mainly on Strandgade 30 in Christianshavn, [which I passed on many times], and painted the interior of his home more than 60 times. Extensive use of Bach's Prelude No. 1. But the documentary itself was not very insightful.

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2 Black Mirror-like Re-watches:

🍿 Melancholic Black Mirror S1, E1, Be right back, voted as "12th greatest TV episodes of the 21 century", an unusually tender story.

🍿 Soderbergh's tight conspiracy fire cracker from last year, Kimi, his nail-biting Covid-19 'Black Mirror'-style thrill-ride. Like Hitchcock's Rear Window about our digital life today. With Derek DelGaudio as the murderous heavy. Terrifying 9/10.

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"Off with everybody's heads!"

A 1915 silent film version of Alice in Wonderland, using faithful costuming to the original John Tenniel's illustrations. Some of the animal characters were creepy.

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Hatchi X 2:

🍿 Hatchiko, a new Chinese remake of the famous real-life Japanese story about the faithful dog, waiting to his owner at the railway station, even years after his death. Adora and I watched the Richard Gere's 'Hatchi' many times. Here, the dog is not an Akita, but a mongrel and his name is BaTong. There's also a scene where he is saved from a dog meat restaurant, just before being made into spicy stir-fry. Very sentimental, with Joan Chen.

🍿 I also tried to watch the original 1987 Japanese original of Hachikō Monogatari, but this turned up to be a insufferable Olde Tyme, super sweet version, and I had to abandon it midstream.

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2 more by The Obama's:

🍿 American symphony documents a year in the life of musician Jon Batiste and his wife, as she struggles with leukemia. I've previously seen five other films that were produced by Obama’s Hollywood company, 'Higher Ground'. But as much I adored him 15 and 18 years ago, this 'heart-felt' documentary was boringly pedestrian. 2/10.

🍿 I devoured Leave the world behind because I always seek realistic stories about the end of our world. It started slow and small, with some highfalutin cinematography and sound edits, surrounding the lifestyle of the upper middle class well-to-do and un-famous. But it quickly lost steam as it turns into a mixed-up conspiracy nightmare, that tries to get all the possible apocalyptic tropes into one giant pot. A generous 5/10.

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The Realest Real, another short parable with Mahershala Ali, about fashion, social media, status. Produced by the Kenzo brand. 2/10.

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Fast Charlie, a new Mississippi/New Orleans crime thriller, with Pierce Brosnan as an aging, omnipotent hit-man, dreaming of retiring to Tuscany. Like a mid-range Elmore Leonard caper with high body count. James Caan's last paycheck.

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"...Wait. Not the homeless person that fell down the stairs?..."

What does it say about me that one of my favorite romantic comedies of late is Long shot, and that I've seen it probably 10 times, including last month, and that I felt 'forced' to watch it again today?

The Boys ll Men groove is how this movie appeals to me. But it's so well-done on every level. 10/10.

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Nahum Gutman and his world, the only documentary I could find about the greatest Israeli painter, my childhood’s hero. But the banal voiceover gave the most incomprehensible gibberish analysis for the visuals: Worst Art Talk ever!

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(My complete movie list is here)

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Mrs. Doubtfire but TVD Version. Quinn (my oc) who would be Miranda in Mrs. Doubtfire but since this is Mrs. Doubtfire the TVD version Quinn is going to be Miranda and I’m going to have Klaus be Daniel but in this scenario if anyone is interested snd responds I’m going to have Quinn and Klaus get back together in the end of the movie even though it doesn’t actually in the actual movie Mrs. doubt fire it is going to happen in this scenario. I’m going to write the pool scene in my own version and Quinn‘s going to be dating Lucien because I’m going to have the scence of the vampire diaries with a bit of the originals in it as well (A.k.a. who would play Stewart Dunmire in the movie). Here it is. Please comment here or pm me if your interested and have any more questions. Thank you. I appreciate it.

As the gates opened Quinn, her children Henry, Lydia, and Natalie, and (also one more change instead of Klaus being disguised as a woman because I’m not just going to make this a regular au scenario it’s going to have supernatural stuff in it because that’s the whole point of the vampire diaries and the originals and I couldn’t possibly leave it out of the scenario though I thought about it, I had a better idea. I’m going to after Quinn asked for a divorce (like Miranda does in the movie to Daniel), I’m going to have Klaus go to one of his best witches and demand that he has his body switched with Tyler Lockwood‘s like what happens in the third season. although this is for a completely different reason. That way he can act like he’s Tyler Lockwood and no one would know and he can stay close to Quinn and their children, and Lucien can’t swoop in and take his family. We can’t forget Klaus is very possessive of what is his. Also in this scenario Tyler and Caroline are not dating. Anyway that should clarify enough questions for know but like I said if you have anymore after I post this and if you’re interested please pm me or comment here. Thank you. I appreciate it.) and Tyler stepped inside of them revealing inside a large pool area for clearly high class people. “Isn’t this wonderful.” She commented gently as she was looking around gently hanging onto her youngest daughter Natalie‘s hand. She listened to her children as they wowed in amazement admiring at the scene in front of them. “Isn’t this posh. I bet it’s very exclusive. You probably need a credit reference just to get in the pool.” Tyler (Klaus) commented although he was thinking show off. “Amazing.” Henry commented amazed as Tyler (Klaus) gently looked down at his youngerest daughter. “Look Nattie, not a single body that exists in nature. Look at that.” he commented causing Quinn to raise her eyebrows as he also looked over at his older daughter “Lydia.” He said noticing the way she was blushing looking at all the other men walking around and swimming even though his daughter was 14 he was not ready for her to start dating and he wanted to tear off every male head there but if he did he would blowing his cover and he couldn’t risk doing that. He didn’t want to lose his children and his love. “Look there’s Lucien.” Natalie said pointing to the diving board where Lucian was currently standing on. “Where? Oh on the the board there. Isn’t he a stunning piece of work.” Look Nattie that’s called liposuction.” Tyler Klaus said earning another look from Quinn but it was quickly gone as they all watched Stew jump into the water making a perfect jump his children saying amazing along with Quinn who suggested they all say hi before they all walked over there. Lucien After he stepped out of the pool picked up his tile and wiped his face as he met them and placed his hand gently on Quinn‘s cheek both greeting each other to a kiss on the lips. “Oh hi you look lovely.”

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years

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Beach Day

Pairing: College!Bucky AU x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: The first line I wrote for this one was this:

“Bucky sighs, then leans down to rest his hands on the arms of your chair and you look back up at him as he hovers over you with a smile on his face that makes your toes curl.’Y/n/n, you have five seconds to get out of that dress and into the water before I pick you up and toss you in, fully clothed.’” ;)

Beach days are always uncomfortable for you, especially when you decide to show off your new two-piece bathing suit in front of your friends. Your best friend and secret crush Bucky Barnes seems to like it more than you would have thought…

WC: 4.3k

Note: Fluff, a little bit of angst and self depreciation from the reader. Negative thoughts on body image. I know a lot of people said they liked how I wrote a love story with a plus size character in my To Be Wanted series and I tried to keep that honesty in this piece as well. It’s mostly just therapeutic for me and I hope it also helps some of you. Please be kind to yourself when reading. <3

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“We should take a photo and send it to the casting directors of the new Baywatch movie or something. We’re missing out on millions letting this specimen go to waste.”

You lower your book and glance over at Natasha, then follow her eye line to the ‘specimen’ in question. Your best friend and descendant of Greek gods Bucky Barnes.

It really isn’t fair how beautiful this man is. A six-foot body cut from marble, long locks of chestnut hair tucked behind his ears, eyes that matched the ocean he was currently diving into.

What kills you the most is his smile, the most joyous and sexy smile you’ve ever seen in your life.

Seeing him running around in just a swimsuit, tackling your friends in the water in a way that gives you a perfect view of the flexing muscles in his upper body, wet hair whipping around his face makes you glad that you’re sitting down in your beach chair. The free show you were getting has you so weak in the knees that you’re convinced if you tried to stand your legs would immediately give out.

But, as always, you play it cool, feigning indifference toward your hot best friend.

“Please,” you respond. “Imagine how cocky he’d get with an even larger swath of men and women drooling over him.”

It was pointless to show any genuine interest in him. To share with anyone -- even your closest friends -- that you had been in love with him since freshman year of college. He’s perfection incarnate and you’re….well….

Let’s just say that unlike your hot red-headed friend Nat, bikinis were nowhere to be found in your beach wardrobe.

Sure, all bodies were bikini bodies (theoretically), but you were seriously lacking the confidence to show off your curves and your stomach for the world to see. In fact, the idea of taking off your floral sundress to reveal your high waisted two piece suit that left a sliver of your midsection uncovered fills you with dread. You were still getting used to the whole “body positive movement” and the thought of even a part of yourself being exposed seems like too much.

Especially in front of Bucky.

Nat laughs. “That’s true. But hey, maybe then we’d at least find someone for him. I still can’t believe he’s been single for years. He could literally have anyone he wanted.”

You fight back a grimace and nod. It was true. Not only was Bucky jaw-droppingly gorgeous, he even had a personality that was somehow more attractive than his appearance. He was smart, funny, and charming as all hell. He was also the nicest guy you had ever met, always lending a helping hand to those in need, sticking up for others if they got picked on or bullied, stepping in at the bar whenever he saw a girl getting uncomfortable by a guy getting too handsy.

It had always surprised you that in the three years you had known him, you had never seen Bucky express interest in anyone. Even at parties, when men and women were falling on top of him trying to hook up with the gorgeous, irritatingly unattainable Bucky Barnes, he would politely ease them off him and act as if he wasn’t surrounded by such beautiful people.

Instead of going back to his dorm room with a new hookup every night like everyone else, he would end up in yours. To watch movies, play games, or just joke about the shenanigans that had ensued that evening.

That was how it had always been since you met the first month of freshman year. You still remember it like it was yesterday.

It was a Saturday night, and your floor mates had gone out to a frat party. You decided to stay in that evening after the previous weekend when your friends were out wearing mini skirts and crop tops and you tried to look your best but you still saw the way the frat brothers eyed you and avoided you and tried getting you out of the way so they could stand next to your friends and-

Well, let’s just say you decided to have an evening off to yourself in the comfort of your room with a carton of Ben & Jerry’s and that night’s throwback movie.

“Is that The Iron Giant?” you heard a gravelly voice ask from the hallway.

You turned to the doorway and almost dropped your chocolate-covered spoon onto your new bedding. You had seen Bucky Barnes from afar since moving in, always letting your gaze linger a few seconds too long before finally looking away, trying to absorb as much of his beauty as possible.

Now, here he was, leaning on the door frame to your room in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, hair tied back in a bun, eyes glued to your TV. It was customary for the freshman on your floor to leave the door open if you were just chilling and welcoming visitors to join in on whatever you were doing. No one had a solid friend group yet, so you tried whatever you could to meet people.

Still, you were surprised that someone was around on a Saturday night, especially Bucky.

Bucky looked at you after not getting a response, eyebrows raised.

You came back to your senses and nodded. “I have a list of my favorite childhood movies to rewatch. You know, trying to cling to my youth and all that.”

Bucky chuckled, and it was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard in your damn life. “You know, some might say that we still are ‘youths.’” He said the last part while making air quotes with his fingers.

You rolled your eyes. “Speak for yourself, pal. I’m literally in bed at 9pm on a Saturday. Might as well start calling me Granny.”

“Well, I’m staying in tonight, too. Does that mean I’m an old man?”

“Yep. Sorry to break the news to ya, Gramps.”

Bucky laughed again. “Bucky works, too.”

You smiled and gave him a small wave. “I’m Y/n.”

He waved back. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

“Likewise, Bucky.”

Bucky gave you a small smile, then took a tentative step inside your room. “So….does this movie night only allow admission for one person at a time or would it be okay for a fellow senior citizen to crash?”

“That depends, do you have your A.A.R.P. card on you to prove you’re of age?”

Bucky jokingly patted around the pockets of his sweatpants. “Looks like I forgot it at home. But I could buy us pizza to make up for it?”

You smiled. “Pull up a chair, Buck.”

After that, the two of you became inseparable. You went everywhere together, to the dining commons for almost every meal, football games, theater shows, and had weekly movie nights. And even as your friend group grew to include Nat, Steve, and Sam, everyone still knew you as a pair. Always Bucky and Y/n. Wherever one went, the other would follow.

Just as friends, though. You knew there was no way Bucky would be interested in a girl like you when everyone else was so willing to offer themselves up to him. Instead of just being another person who made him uncomfortable by always flirting with him, you actively treated him like a buddy. Purely platonic. You never sat on the same bed together, never slept over, and hardly touched one another except for the occasional hug during special occasions. Bucky didn’t seem to have a problem with the boundary and you needed it for yourself so that you wouldn’t catch feelings for your best friend.

Too bad that second part didn’t actually work out too well for you.

And now here you were on the annual trip to Natasha’s beach house on the Cape that happened one week in the Summer since freshman year along with Bucky, Sam, and Steve. It became a tradition for your group, a nice mini reunion during the four months off from school to see one another and catch up. Though you loved seeing everyone, going to the beach was the least favorite part of the trip for, well, reasons…

At least the view was nice.

Said view was now looking over at you and running out of the water and in your direction.

“God, he even runs in slow motion, sometimes,” Nat mutters.

Bucky stops right in front of you, wiping his hair out of his face. Though your eyes are covered by your sunglasses, you still do your best to keep your gaze focused on his face and not his abs which are just out of arm's reach.

“Ladies,” Bucky starts, “we’ve been here for two hours and you still haven’t gone into the water. What gives?”

You shrug. “Still waiting to warm up. I feel a bit of a breeze and don’t want to freeze to death.”

Nat glares at you. “There is literally a bead of sweat trickling down your forehead, Y/n.”

You glare back at her and try to nonchalantly wipe the sweat away as Bucky chuckles.

“I was just about to head in, now that you mention it,” Nat says, getting out of her seat and taking her shorts off. “If anyone throws seaweed at me, though, I’m banning you from the beach house forever.”

Bucky gives Nat a serious look and salutes her. “On my honor, nothing of the kelp variety shall get within five feet of you.”

She rolls her eyes, then heads down the beach toward the water. “Good luck getting that one out here, Bucky,” she calls from over her shoulder.

Bucky’s eyes make their way back to you. “Well? You coming in or what, Granny?”

You laugh at the pet name you accidentally gave yourself so long ago and lift your book up to him. “Can’t, Gramps. The story’s getting too good.” You place the book back down on your lap and pretend to continue reading, unable to actually do so under Bucky’s watchful eye.

Bucky sighs, then leans down to rest his hands on the arms of your chair and you look back up at him as he hovers over you with a smile on his face that makes your toes curl.

“Y/n/n, you have five seconds to get out of that dress and into the water before I pick you up and toss you in, fully clothed.”

The man was close enough that you could smell the mixture of saltwater and sunblock on his skin. How the hell did he make U.V. protection smell so sexy?

You gulp, slowly closing your book without breaking eye contact with him. “Right behind you, Buck.”

His smile widens and he gives you a quick wink before heading back to the water.

You give yourself one minute to try to get all of the panic out of your system before finally standing up. You turn so that your back is to Bucky and the rest of the group and then gingerly lift your dress over your head. You slowly place it in your bag, attempting to prolong the inevitable as long as possible.

The instant you feel sun touching the exposed part of your stomach you feel the urge to throw your dress back on and run to the house and hide there for the rest of your stay. Instead, you let out a small sigh, and turn to the group.

They seem to pay you no mind, too busy tossing a football around and splashing each other. The only one to notice your trek over to the water is, of course, Bucky, who shoots you a boyish grin and waves you over.

Seeing his excitement at your approach immediately fills you with ease and you return his smile. The water is beyond refreshing in the stinging heat, and you quickly run over to join the group. You wish that they were a little farther out in the deep end so that you could cover more of your body. Right now the water only hits your hips.

Bucky’s eyes look you up and down. “New suit?”

You nod, looking down at your hand running through to water to avoid his inevitable judgment. “Wanted to try something different. Plus, it was on sale,” you respond.

Bucky grins. “I’m liking different. It looks great on you.”

“Buckyyyy,” you grumble, uncomfortable by the compliment. You fight the instinct to cover your stomach with your hands and instead splash Bucky.

Bucky scoffs at the sudden attack and his grin turns totally mischievous.

“So it’s like that? Fine.” And he lunges at you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you underwater with him, muffling your squeal. His free hand grazes over your exposed midsection and you swear there are literal butterflies flying around in your stomach. You’re not entirely sure if the feeling is caused from excitement of the intimate touch from Bucky, or of horror from it.

Oh god, he must be disgusted by this.

To your surprise, though, Bucky’s hand doesn’t immediately flinch away from the direct contact with your skin. Instead, you feel it slowly slide along one side of your stomach to the other. It makes you dizzy. It makes you yearn for more of his touch.

The two of you break the surface and gasp for air. You’re too distracted by the unexpected contact to feel the bite of the cold water.

Bucky’s arm is still wrapped around you as he continues to give you that wonderful boyish grin. “How’s that for refreshing?”

Your eyes narrow. “You little…” you tackle him, arms wrapping around his neck as you push him back underwater with you. You take this opportunity to wriggle out of his grasp to try and run away, only to have him jump back onto you to pull you under once more.

The two of you continue this childish wrestling match, both grinning and giggling the entire time. Too distracted by one another to hear Sam grumbling to Natasha and Steve.

“How much longer do we have to wait until we slap some sense into them?”

Steve chuckles. “Give them time. They’ll figure it out at some point.”

“I have a feeling it’ll happen pretty soon, gentlemen,” Nat says, crossing her arms.

Steve and Sam raise their eyebrows at her. “What do you know?”

“Nothing you wouldn’t know if you had more than one brain cell, Wilson.” Nat yelps as Sam picks up a giant piece of seaweed and proceeds to chase her through the water, threatening to toss it onto her hair.

The cries of your friend pulls you and Bucky back into the moment and you both turn to witness the chaos unfolding in front of you, laughing at how ridiculous it looks.

“Some adults just don’t know how to act their age,” Bucky murmurs jokingly.

“So childish. We really can’t take them anywhe-” You turn back to Bucky and your words die on your tongue as you realize you’re still in his arms. And his face is inches from yours. It’s the closest the two of you have ever been, and yet it still doesn’t feel like it’s close enough.

Blue eyes pierce into yours and Bucky’s mouth opens ever so slightly. You become hyper aware of a piece of his hair sticking to his face and move to tuck it behind his ear. You swear you hear a gasp escape from him.

Holy shit, is he moving closer to you?

“I’m going to kill you Sam,” Nat screams, and the two of you jump, turning back to your friends to find the giant piece of kelp laid out on Natasha’s chest. You move out of Bucky’s arms, suddenly embarrassed.

Of course he wasn’t leaning in to kiss you, Y/n. Quit dreaming.

“Sam,” you groan, “you’re gonna get us kicked out of the Cape house!”

Sam shoots you a childish grin. “Worth it.”

“Speak for yourself, dude!”

“Alright everyone, let’s stay calm,” Steve interjects. “It’s almost time to go out for dinner, so why don’t we let Nat….get cleaned up and we can head out?”

Nat groans, gingerly picking off the pieces of seaweed with a very dramatic look of disgust painted on her face.

The gang heads out of the water and packs up their stuff, then makes the short trek back to the house.

Right when you get inside and everyone starts heading to their prospective rooms to shower and change, Bucky gently grabs your arm to turn you towards him.

“Hey,” he says, looking down at the ground and then back up at you. Was he….nervous? “I was wondering if you’d be willing to skip dinner and stay in? Maybe we could do a movie night?”

You furrow your brows. “Uh, sure? Should I ask everyone else if they want to join?”

Bucky shakes his head, his hands fidgeting in front of him. “Just us? If that’s okay?”

You nod. “Sure, Buck. I’d love that.”

Bucky smiles. “Great, I’ll meet you down here in 30?”

“See you then.”

He gives your arm a small squeeze before running up the stairs to his and Sam’s room, leaving you standing in the hallway by yourself.

What was that about?

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Thirty minutes later, just after Steve, Sam, and Nat had left for the evening, you head down to the living room to find Bucky sitting in the middle of the couch. He had apparently put more thought into this than you had anticipated because on the table in front of him was a pizza, a bottle of wine and two glasses that had already been filled. He had even lit some candles and placed them throughout the room, creating a soft glow.

You raise your eyebrows at the display. “Dang, Buck. You went all out.”

He smiles. “There’s even Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge for later.”

You return his smile and place yourself on the couch, sitting right against the edge to give you and Bucky the space you were so used to having.

It might be the lack of lighting, but you swear you catch Bucky frowning for a second.

“What?” you ask.

“Why do you always sit so far away from me? I just showered, Y/n/n, I promise I don’t smell that bad.”

He definitely did not. Even from this distance the smell of pine from his shampoo was currently driving you mad.

“I don’t know,” you murmur sheepishly. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Bucky barks out a laugh at that. “Seriously? Come here, Granny.” He leans over to grab your waist and pulls you next to him, then lifts his arm up to rest over your shoulders.

You’re pretty sure the whole goddamn block can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

Bucky peers over at you. “This okay?” Speechless, you move your head up and down and he chuckles. “Alright, let’s start the movie. Want some wine?”

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“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” you declare, “Phil Collins had no right going that hard on the Tarzan soundtrack.”

“It truly is a masterpiece,” Bucky agrees.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to listen to ‘You’ll Be In My Heart’ without tearing up.”

“Well, we’ve watched it together at least five times and you have yet to prove that theory wrong,” Bucky says, lifting the remote and turning off the TV.

You giggle. “This was fun. Thanks for putting it together, Buck.” You poke him in the side.

Bucky grins at your touch and leans closer to you. “Anytime, Y/n. Movie nights with you are my favorite.”

Your eyes meet his and you smile. “Mine, too.”

Suddenly, the room becomes eerily quiet, and it’s just you and Bucky. Inches apart from one another like you were earlier at the beach. Blue eyes piercing yours, lips slightly parted.

And this time you’re sure that Bucky is moving in closer.

What?

His lips ghost over yours and you flinch, pulling back just a bit.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, leaning back as well.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/n. I shouldn’t have assumed…” He rubs the back of his neck.

You shake your head, trying to fight back tears. “No, it’s okay. It’s probably just the wine. You didn’t mean to do that. Accidents happen.”

Bucky frowns. “What?”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you fold your arms over your stomach. “I mean, this is me, Buck. Why would anyone in their right mind want to kiss me?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Bucky sits up straight. He looks almost angry.

This time the tears do come and you bite your bottom lip. “Bucky, have you looked in the mirror, like, ever? You’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m just….” your voice breaks, “I’m just this gross blob of a person. You could have anyone you wanted, so why on earth would you want me?”

“Y/n, that’s literally the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard you say. And you’ve said some pretty stupid things.”

Now, you’re mad. You stand up, flinging your arms in the air and walking to the middle of the room. “Bucky it’s true. Have you never seen how other guys look at me? They do their best to avoid me. I hear their snickers. I see the way they try to push me to the side so they can get closer to Nat. I see the way people scoff when they see us hanging out.”

You wipe away the tears from your eyes and Bucky’s gaze immediately softens. He stands up and walks over to you slowly, pulling you in for a hug. He squeezes you so tightly to him, as if trying to push every negative thought or feeling out of your body. Your hands cling to the back of his shirt as you rest your head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat against your ear relaxes you after a moment and eventually the tears stop.

He gently pushes you away and rests his hands on your shoulders. He looks down at the ground, lets out a deep sigh, then locks his eyes onto yours.

“Y/n, I want you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, the one person I feel most comfortable being myself with, who I laugh the most with. I think you’re smart, funny, beautiful, and just my favorite fucking person in the whole world. And I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you since you called me Gramps that first night three years ago. It fucking hurts so much that you feel like you’re not good enough for me compared to those who think they can just throw themselves on me like I’m some property they want to claim for themselves. Truth is, I was claimed long ago. I’ve never felt any sort of desire for them when I’ve had the best person by my side this whole time. It’s always been you, Y/n/n. I’ve always wanted you.”

Speechless. You’re speechless. All you can do is blink slowly up at Bucky, trying to absorb everything he’s just said to you.

“This….this isn’t the wine talking?”

Bucky gives an exacerbated laugh. “We only had like two glasses, Granny. You’ve seen me knock back two bottles without even blinking.”

The corners of your mouth curve up ever so slightly. With a newfound confidence, you lift your right hand up to Bucky’s cheek. A soft sigh escapes him from your touch and your heart flutters at the sound of it.

Fuck it.

Your hand slides to the back of his neck and you pull him down until his lips reach yours.

After years of secretly dreaming about what it would feel like to kiss Bucky -- how his lips would taste, how smooth they would be -- none of those dreams could ever live up to the real thing.

Kissing Bucky is the best feeling of your whole fucking life.

Clearly he felt the same. The moan he let out when his lips met yours was a good indication of that. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, and then suddenly his arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair.

When it’s time to finally come up for air, the two of you pull away, resting your foreheads against one another.

Bucky is the first to speak.

“I have wanted to do that,” he says in between breaths “for a very, very long time.”

You smile. “Well why didn’t you say so sooner, Gramps?”

“I never knew if you were into me! You never made a move or anything. Always made a point to keep yourself at a distance. I wanted to respect that, Y/n.”

You groan. “I just thought there was no way you’d be interested. Also, I thought not groping you every chance I got was a breath of fresh air for you since everyone else was doing it.”

Bucky kisses your nose, then rests his forehead back against yours. “And now?”

“Well, now I’m just sorry I made you wait so long. I had no idea you were suffering just as much as I was.”

Bucky chuckles. “You were worth the wait.” You smile into his lips as they meet yours for another kiss.

Suddenly, the lights turn on and the two of you jump away from each other to find Sam, Steve, and Nat standing at the door.

“Fucking finally, guys,” Sam exclaims, grinning widely. Steve gives the two of you a soft smile and nods in approval.

Nat just smirks.

“Told ya.”

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