#and i should listen to more of her big finish stuff eventually
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Not Without You
Pairing: Lucien Flores x f!reader (nickname: Poppy)
Word Count: 2800+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: Listen. I saw that clip of him making out in The Uninvited. That's it. That's the explanation. This is not betad. This one is for the sluts.
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I get out of my car, staring up at the ridiculous mansion in front of me. The sound of the ocean, just out of sight behind the giant home, is soft and gentle in my ears, calming me. Giving me a little mental boost before I sigh, smoothing down my dress. I make my way to the front door, weaving between a few cars that were parked out front. Expensive cars.
It's not that I'm jealous of my childhood friend. Emilia deserves to be happy and she's happy that she married money. Some fancy producer out here in LA that fell for her big eyes and bright smile the second he saw her.
But that doesn't mean I wanted to come to one of her dinner parties, having to schmooze and pretend to be interested in what everyone has to say. I've been here before, met the people, fucked the party boy actor that eventually broke me, and yet here I am, unable to say no to Emilia.
I raise my hand to knock, dreading what the evening will bring but the door flies open before my knuckles touch anything. Emilia stands before me, a few rollers still in her hair, stress all over her body.
"Poppy, you're early! Thank GOD!" She pulls me inside and hugs me, the door closing heavy behind me.
"I always come early because you need me," I smile as she chuckles, lightly punching my arm. "What can I do to help?"
"You're angel, I swear! Can you make sure the table settings are right? There's extra silverware in the-"
"I know, Emilia. Everything like normal?" I'd been to so many of her parties, I know exactly what the set up is.
She nods, her smile growing wider. "Keep it simple and classy. You know me!"
I nod. "So what kind of party is this one? Another schmooze for Mr.?"
She waves her hand. "Yeah something like that. He's meeting with a bunch of actors for some upcoming project. He's hand selected them."
"Cool."
Emilia thanks me again before running off to finish getting ready. I pause for a moment, looking around trying to remember where the dining room is. I head down the hall and into what I think is the dining room. It turns out I remembered correctly, my eyes roaming over the table and making small adjustments to the settings already there. I end up pulling out more silverware, fixing them to Emilia's standards. I hate that I know this stuff, but I've saved her ass more times than I can count at these things so it helps to know what to expect.
As I work, my mind goes back to all the parties past. The ones she brought me to when she first started dating the producer several years ago. She had been so nervous, as if the producer wasn't already head over heels for her. That's where I met-
No. Not going down that road again. I can't do that to myself.
I shake my head and finish the settings, adding some minor touches to the decorations and finally lighting the candles. A knock at the door brings me out of my head and I walk over to answer it. An older gentleman stands there, putting out a cigarette with his shoe. He introduces himself as the director. What an ego.
Several people arrive after him, a mix of actors and a screenwriter. They all mingle in the sitting room for a few minutes before Emilia and the producer make their way in, everyone doing introductions.
The producer claps his hands together, looking around. "We're still missing one, but I doubt he'd mind us getting started. Who's hungry?"
Everyone gives their approval but as they move towards the dining room, a knock raps on the front door.
"That should be him. Guess I tried to start too soon!" Polite laughter at the producer as Emilia moves to answer the door, a quick glance in my direction before she disappears down the hall. The producer is telling some little story about a prior movie he was involved in, one I've heard a zillion times. But his story is short and he motions behind me.
"Just in time! We were about to eat. Welcome, Lucien."
My back stiffens. The room starts to spin my chest heaving. He didn't say Lucien. Did he? Maybe it was another Lucien. It couldn't be my Lucien? No. He's not my Lucien. He made that very clear when he wanted to continue partying and I wanted to settle down.
"Perfect! I'm starving."
Fuck. There was no mistaking that voice, the one that sets my skin ablaze, makes warmth pool between my thighs, the one that told me he needed to focus on his career and couldn't be with me. Not in the way I wanted him.
A small hand on my elbow squeezes me and I know it's Emilia, gently guiding me towards the dining room.
"I'm sorry, Poppy. He invited him and I didn't make the connection until the last minute."
"You couldn't have given me a heads up?" I yank my arm from her grip and swallow hard. I can't let him see how he makes me feel. He doesn't deserve that. I turn, letting the others file past me until he stops in front of me.
"Poppy. I..I didn't know you'd be here."
I'm determined to show him how much better off I am, that he means nothing to me now. I look up into his eyes and all of my resolve goes completely out the window. Were his eyes always that big? That round? So soft? I want to yank him to me by the thin chain around his neck, press my lips to his and never let go.
Way to show him, Poppy.
"I didn't know you'd be here either."
A silence stretches between us, a heavy, loaded silence. His eyes soften the longer he looks at me and is that regret I see? No. I'm projecting. But then he offers me his arm, taking me completely by surprise.
"We can be adults. Shall we?"
Don't do it. Don't take his arm, Poppy. Don't do it, don't do it, don't-
My fingers close on his offered up arm. "I'm sure this is a great opportunity for you."
Fuck, he's still warm. His skin smooth where my fingers touch him. Way to go, Poppy.
He escorts me into the dining room and I feel Emilia's eyes glued to us. He pulls out my chair and I sit, him scooting the chair in behind me before walking around the table, looking for his name card. Which was conveniently placed directly across from mine.
The producer clears his throat after everyone sits and starts making some speech about the project, about handpicking everyone here, blah blah blah. I zone out, trying to use my peripheral to steal glances at him. It's been several years since that night we split, the yelling match that had devolved into quite possibly the hottest sex I'd ever had. No, don't think about that. I need a better look so I turn my head to take a drink and chance a glance at him, only to find him already looking at me, still with the soft eyes. I nearly choke on my drink, managing to swallow it and clear my throat.
He finishes his speech and everyone claps politely, starting to eat and talk amongst themselves. I sit, deciding to choose silence while eating but then Lucien looks directly at me.
"So, what do you think?"
"Uh what?"
Fuck him with those big, stupid eyes.
He gestures towards the producer with his fork. "The project."
"Oh. Well I'm not involved so," I shrug. "I'm just here for Emilia."
He chuckles. "How many rollers were in her hair this time?"
I laugh, my body betraying me. "Four."
"But seriously. A good project?"
"I think..I think it's an honor he hand picked you. I'm not sure what the project itself is, but I'm sure it would be great for your career."
His eyes study my face as I take a bite of my food. "It's not always about the career though."
Anger surges up through me. "Isn't it?"
"How are we doing over here?" Emilia had walked up, cutting off whatever Lucien was about to say to defend himself.
"Great, Em. I'm just going to get something from the kitchen." I set my napkin on the table and push my chair back, Emilia giving me the smallest squeeze to my arm before I turn and head into the kitchen, the door closing behind me and effectively cutting off the sounds of the dinner party.
I lean over the kitchen island, my hands splayed out over the cool marble, trying to calm myself down. I hear the door open, the chatter from the party momentarily loud again before the door swings shut and it's quiet again.
"Em, I'm fine. Really. He just...caught me by surprise. I can hold it in."
"What if I don't want you to hold it in?"
My head snaps up, meeting his gaze, embarrassment making my skin heat up. "Oh. I thought you were Emilia."
Lucien takes a few steps towards me, the light glinting off the thing chain around his neck. "You didn't answer my question."
I stand up straight, crossing my arms. "We've done this dance before, Lucien. It didn't end well."
He smirks and I want to slap him. "I think it ended just fine. In the doorway, on the floor, in the front yard. I had to move my neighbors were too jealous."
My body betrays me with a small smile at the memory but then I reign it in. "I'm still not paying for that end table."
He's closer now. When did he move closer? Almost close enough to touch. His voice is low and raspy. "I'd destroy every end table on this planet if it meant having you under me again."
Fuck. Me.
I turn away from him, not giving him the pleasure of seeing what he does to me. "Flattering. But you made it very clear I was not number one in your life."
"I was stupid. I guess I needed to prove to you, to myself, that I could actually do this acting thing."
Finally composing myself, I turn to face him. "And how'd that work out for you?"
His eyebrows furrow together. "Have you not seen any of my films?"
I had. I had seen them all. I know I shouldn't have, that it wasn't helping me get over him. But Lucien has this pull, this hold on me I've never been able to fully shake.
"Some. But I'm asking your opinion. Off camera."
His jaw ticks a moment before he takes a swig from the glass I only just realized he was holding. "It brought me here."
I scoff. "Yeah, the producer hand picking you is actually a very high honor. I'd be-"
"No, you misunderstand." He shakes his head and sets his glass down on the counter. "I lied earlier."
It was my turn to furrow my eyebrows. "When? You've lied to me a lot."
"Earlier, when I said I didn't know you'd be here. I knew, well...more like hoped you'd be here. Knew it was a long shot but the only way you'd talk to me again."
My heart was racing, nearly bouncing out of my chest as he takes another few steps right into my personal bubble, my lower back against the counter. "I already told you I'm not replacing that end table."
He's right in front of me, the warmth from his body radiating onto mine. "I was a fool, Poppy. I..I love you."
I've waited years to hear him say those words to me again, to hear him actually mean them. To hear them not sandwiched between things like "but I have to focus on my career".
His lips are so close to mine, his breath fanning over my face.
"You broke my heart, Lucien."
"I know. I'm sorry. Let me put it back together."
"Lucien, I-" but he cuts me off with the softest touch of his lips I've ever felt, a whole slew of emotions flooding my body, including the one pooling between my legs.
"I can't do this without you, Poppy."
"Do this?"
"Life. I don't want to do it without you."
Fuck.
I grip that chain around his neck and pull him to me, our lips crashing together, his body pressing into mine. But then the counter scrapes across my spine and I jolt, breaking the kiss to gasp in pain. Lucien steps back, offering me his hand.
"Let's go somewhere where we won't break the furniture."
I shouldn't take his hand. I can still back out. But a small voice in the back of my head believes that he means it. That he wants a life with me, wants what I wanted all those years ago. And right now, I'm letting that voice win. I take his hand and he smiles, that smile that makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world. He guides me out the back door, past the pool, past the changing tents between the pool and the beach, and down the walkway alongside the neighbors cement wall that leads down to the beach.
He spins me and I laugh, tasting the salty ocean air on my tongue. I back up towards the wall and he follows me, lowering himself to my level. His large hands wrap around my hips, gliding down to cup my ass, and I moan into his kiss, my hand gripping his shirt to pull him closer to me. He kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth like it had so many times before. One hand still firmly on my ass, the other slides up my side, cupping my face so tenderly, full of love. He pulls back slightly and looks at me, like he's shocked I'm really here. That he's really kissing me.
"I love you, Poppy. I never should have let you go."
"Then don't let me go. I've always been yours."
He kisses me again, his hips pressing into mine and I can feel him hard, my cunt desperately throbbing, begging to feel him inside me again. Somewhere in my haze of desire, I hear myself begging, whispering pleas in his ear to take me, that I need him inside me before I die. His hands slide my dress up my thighs, reaching under and ripping my underwear in two, tucking them into his pocket. He had ruined so many good pairs of my underwear that way, but I honestly couldn't care less. My fingers fumble with his zipper, but I manage to get it down, reaching in to grip him, a sharp intake of breath when my fingers close around him, pumping him a few times. His hands slide under my ass, lifting me up as he presses me against the wall. He slides into me and the world stops moving, colors are brighter, and I finally feel right, like I'm actually here on this planet. Every thrust of his hips brings him deeper into me, holding me here, holding me to him. His breath comes out in short pants, desperate pleas of love and apologies between our moans as he fucks me against the wall.
And then the light blooming inside me breaks, my head pushing back, my nails digging into his skin, my entire body tingling as pleasure radiates out from where we connect. Lucien follows suit, moaning my name as he spills himself inside of me, pushing as deep as he can. We stay like that for a moment, trying to catch our breaths.
"I want to stay inside of you but my legs are fucking shaking."
I laugh and he yelps, quickly trying to pull out of me as my laughter contracts my body around him. He sets me on the ground and zips his pants as I smoothe out my dress, my laughter slowly fading. I look at him and he looks back at me, his eyes still soft and gentle. He tucks some hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek again.
"I wasn't kidding, Poppy. I was fucking stupied before. I need you next to me. When we're together, I feel...right. like I belong here. I don't think I can face this life without you."
I know it's a possibility this will end the same way it did before, but something in his eyes is different this time. He's had time to think, time to experience life without someone with him. Without me. He's grown, matured - well, matured some at least. But do I want to open my heart back up to him? Knowing that he could shatter it again at any moment?
"I'm still not replacing that end table."
He smiles and it lights up my entire world. "That's ok. I have plenty more furniture we can ruin with our love."
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You're mine (Tangerine x reader)
Summary: It always begins with a drink, continues with something stupid, and ends in the bedroom. But when you having a boyfriend endangers your situationship, Tangerine decides to show you who you belong to.
Note: I was listening to Bad Memories months ago and had this idea. Today I finished this story. I hope you'll like it. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.
Warning: if you squint, there's a smutish part. f!reader. i didn't do any proofreading. oops.
“That’s a terrible idea,” Lemon warned.
Tangerine didn’t care much about these words while he buttoned up his vest. It was past nine when he had called to see if you were up to going out and having some fun with him, and ever since then, Lemon had done nothing but voice his concern regarding this little plan of his.
And just as he put on his favorite striped blue jacket, Lemon went on. “You go out with her, you drink a lot, you do some stupid shit, and then you spend the next weeks dwelling on her going back to whatever guy she’s fucking at the moment,” he explained.
“I’m not dwelling on anything, for fuck's sake,” Tangerine stated with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t care about who she’s with, I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Lemon snorted at this. “Then why do you always look like a kicked puppy whenever you see pictures of her and her boyfriend on social media?” he asked with a questioning look.
He opened his mouth to respond to this, but eventually Tangerine decided to remain silent. It wasn’t worth the fight, he was in too good of a mood for that. So he picked up his phone from the coffee table, waved goodbye, and left the apartment they shared.
As he was heading to the bar where you were supposed to meet, Lemon’s words came to his mind to haunt him. He would have never admitted it, but his brother was right. He hated to see you with someone else despite your relationship always being casual.
The cool spring air helped him calm down, the barely detectable panic about what would happen after tonight disappearing without a trace. You were good for him, especially after spending a lot of time doing job after job. You were his stress relief, a little vixen who could make him feel oh-so-good with just one intoxicating kiss.
And tonight he wanted to take his time enjoying you in every possible way, from drinking to sex, he had several ideas about how to fill the night. You were usually down for anything, that was one of the things he fucking loved about you. He had once stolen a motorcycle someone left unattended when you were out together, while another time you broke into a public bath to skinny dip in the middle of the night.
Inside the bar he sat down at a table, his phone in hand as he waited for you to arrive. He was early, he knew that, but he simply couldn't wait to see you again. Fuck, maybe Lemon was right, maybe he was taking it a little more seriously than he should have.
After all, he was painfully aware of the lack of posts on your social media accounts. In the past two weeks or so you hadn't posted a damn thing, so he had no idea what was going on in your life.
And then, after about fifteen minutes of agonizing waiting, his eyes finally fell on you. You were breathtaking in the tight red dress you were wearing, sliding through the crowd with ease and grace, and his mouth was already watering at the thought of having you at his mercy at one point tonight.
“Well, hello, stranger,” you greeted him happily, moving closer to give him a hug once he stood up.
Tangerine let his arms wrap around you a little tighter than usual, palms flat against your back as he pulled you into his chest. He inhaled the scent of your perfume, then let his lips brush your cheek as he pulled away.
You didn't make a big deal out of this move of his, in fact, you acted like nothing even happened. When you let go of him and stepped back to put your purse on the table, he felt terrible from the sudden lack of contact. Normally you would be all over him by now, what the hell was different this time?
“Is everything okay?” he asked cautiously.
You flashed a bright and beautiful smile at him. “Everything's great. I'll get a drink then we can talk.”
He raised his hand to stop you from leaving. “No, please, let me handle that. The usual?” You nodded without thinking. “I'll be right back.”
There was no ring on your finger, he checked that. So if you weren't engaged, then why were you keeping your distance? Were you in a serious relationship? Shaking his head with a groan, Tangerine walked over to the bar and tried to get these thoughts out of his mind. He wasn't in love with you, why would it matter if you were seeing someone?
It had been four months since you had last met, maybe you just needed a drink or two to loosen up a bit. Yes, this must have been it.
When he returned with your drink, he saw you type something on your phone with a loving smile on your lips. He had seen that smile in photos before every time you were in a serious relationship. The little green-eyed monster awakened inside him, making him angry that you had someone in your life now.
He came to a sudden halt a few feet from the table as realization hit him like a train. He did care about whether or not you were in a relationship with someone else. Fuck, that was never the plan. This was supposed to be a casual thing, just two adults having fun every now and then without emotions being involved.
Maybe he should focus on having a perfectly innocent conversation with you, and once his glass becomes empty, he should leave and go to another bar to pick up someone who was available. Just a one-night stand to release some stress, nothing more.
“Tan, you okay?” you asked when you put down the phone with a frown.
He put on a fake smile and nodded. “Yeah, I'm good, just thought I saw someone I know over there,” he lied. Once he handed you your cocktail, he took his place and folded his hands on the table. “What's going on with you lately? You barely post anything on social media, I'm not used to that.”
You let out a laugh before taking a sip of your drink. “My boyfriend likes to keep his private life private. Thought I should try what that's like. So far so good,” you reported to his surprise.
You had always been the type of woman who wasn't afraid to show off online, making your friends and acquaintances jealous for you having such an exciting life. You didn't have a nine-to-five job, you were living off of the money you inherited from your late and rich uncle who had no children or wife, but liked you very much.
“So it's pretty serious, huh? I'm surprised. Even in serious relationships you never had a problem with living your life like you wanted. And never cared about having fun with whoever you liked,” Tangerine added, immediately regretting being this straightforward without discussing what would happen later tonight.
“Yeah, well, people change. I was a bitch for cheating on my exes. I would never do this to Oliver,” you told him with a sigh.
He flinched when he heard the last part. “He has a name. Good to know.”
Suddenly you leaned forward and narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you jealous?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, hoping this would be enough for now. But you didn't buy it. “I know this was a booty call, Tan, but I literally wrote it in the message that I'm meeting you as a friend this time. You didn't reply so I thought you were okay with this,” you told him with a hand on your forehead.
“You never sent me that message,” he said as he picked up his phone and opened the messaging app to show you the conversation.
And sure enough, you quickly realized he never received that one. You glanced at your own device and let out a groan when you noticed the goddamn app didn't send it. “I'm so sorry. I feel stupid.”
Tangerine reached out to put a hand on yours. “You're not stupid. But answer me this. Does he fuck you as good as I do?” he asked, deciding that being bold was the right move in this game if he wanted to get his fix from you. But you didn't answer, you didn't even look him in the eye. “Come on, love, answer me. Does he make you come as hard and as many times as I do?”
When you still refused to answer, he let go of your hand so he could pull his chair next to yours to wrap an arm around your shoulder while his other hand grabbed your chin. He leaned so close to you that his lips almost touched yours. You froze like a deer in the headlights, your eyes locked on his piercing blue ones.
“Just one more night. One more, and if you still don't want anything from me, I'll disappear for good,” he told you quietly, but with such confidence that he already knew he won.
But you hesitated. You still hesitated and he hated it. You hadn't been like this before, back in the day you would have said yes without thinking. So he did the only thing he could think of–he kissed you. His lips were moving slowly against yours, tongue swiping over your bottom lip to gain access to your mouth.
“Tan,” you tried weakly as you pushed him away a little.
This only made him more determined to get you. So he put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer again, gripping you tightly enough to make it impossible to escape. You gave in eventually, your lips moving in perfect sync, just like in the good old days. This was all he wanted, you submitting to him once again.
Just when you buried your fingers in his neatly combed hair, you moved on to kiss his jaw before you moved closer to his ear. “I fucking hate you,” you whispered.
“Not for long, trust me,” he said with a satisfied smirk when he looked you in the eye.
Since you had a serious relationship now, you couldn't go to your place so the neighbors wouldn't accidentally talk about your little affair, while his home was also out of the question because Lemon was there. So he did the only thing he could think of and took you to a nearby hotel. He was looking for something fancy, something that would be good enough for you.
He ordered champagne, but only after the first glass he was all over you again and you didn't stop him. Tonight was all about proving to you he put you first, that drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you with only his fingers and mouth was all he wanted.
Then came the begging. You were whining weakly under his touch, overstimulated and needy, eventually begging him to finally fuck you. And Tangerine was more than happy to give you what you asked for, ready to make you cock drunk and brainless. Once he was done with you, you wouldn't even remember that stupid boyfriend of yours.
In the morning he woke up to a phone buzzing nearby. It wasn't his, he knew that since it was on the nightstand, so it must have been yours. He glanced over at you, but you were still sleeping, so he got out of bed to check your bag. When he saw the name Oliver on the screen, he couldn't hold back a laugh.
A laugh that successfully woke you up.
“What are you doing?” you asked groggily as you rubbed your eyes.
Tangerine showed you the phone. “Your boyfriend wants to talk to you. Do you wanna talk to him?” When you opened your mouth to respond, he was quick to interrupt you. “Or we can forget he called and pick up where we left off last night,” he offered with a mischievous smile.
Three hours later he stumbled through the front door of his apartment, meeting Lemon in the living room. He had been watching TV, but now his eyes were focused on him, the disapproving look making Tangerine almost nervous. He raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear the lecture he knew his brother was already preparing in his head.
“Good news or bad news?” was all he asked in the end.
Tangerine flashed a smug smirk at him. “She's still mine.”
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Dialogue Prompts
Alright, you guys. Here is part 6 of the prompts! No specific category for this one, though, but it is kinda long. So, enjoy! :)
"Let me do it this time." "Absolutely not." "You got to do the illegal stuff last time, why can't I do it this time?!"
"Shit. I got shot." "Good thing my dress matches my blood. It can blend in easier."
"There's a pair of tweezers in the bag there."
"I'm going to call it now."
"What's wrong with my outfit?"
"I'm sorry, I thought the whole point of being here was to not draw attention to ourselves?!"
"I haven't told them about the transfer yet..."
"Don't be rude. We'd love to come over."
"Well, whatever you do, don't rule that option out completely."
"I didn't know you could pull off moves like that."
"Um, that's the point. Gotta blend in."
"Yea, for my sake, don't tell anyone."
"I'm pissed okay?! That was a totally bust job, we got nothing accomplished!"
"Is that what you think of me?"
"Good! We never wanted you on our team anyway! You've been slowing us down, since day freaking one!"
"Guys, can we not fight?"
"Fine, then. Give me the keys." "I still think we should talk about this more-" "Keys. NOW!"
"Great. Now you've pissed her off!"
"I'm sorry, alright. You were right. I was out of line."
"You have my permission. Sign then."
"I thought this was what you wanted?"
"Take a deep breath. On the count of three."
"The stitches came out."
"Oh, come on. Don't be like that." "Don't be like what?" "You know what I mean." "Well, clearly, I don't."
"Since when did you know how to do this?"
"Do you really want to cause a scene right now?" "Yes, I want to cause a scene right now! How about this, you are so stubborn and so annoying!"
"You are both under arrest."
"She does have a point." "Who's side are you on?"
"Let. Go. Of. Me."
"No, I don't want to hear it. We told you this would happen didn't we? And you, didn't listen!"
"Yea, can we not go to prison? That would be great."
"Tell him I said hi."
"I don't like this anymore than you do."
"We have no other choice."
"So, who's fault is that? Because I'm not cleaning this mess up."
"You said this about her? No wonder she wants to transfer."
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"They'd look so cute together.... We should set them up."
"You really think that he kept the letters after all this time?"
"Long time no see!"
"Can you watch him for a second? I'll be back."
"I'm honestly surprised that you didn't know that fact."
"Noice. Let's go." *fist bump*
"We should wear a type of disguise. So, we don't get caught."
"Turn it around... be careful."
"We're so close, I can feel it."
"So, the best option is to split up. You. You're coming with me."
"Yes, that would be a big problem if that happened."
"They've found the car."
"My drill broke!"
"Take the frame, we're going to have to take it apart in the elevator."
"You're not the only one."
"I hate him with every fiber of my being."
"This is between the three of us. Nobody needs to get hurt here."
"I don't think you understand the situation here. I'm holding all the cards and yet, you're trying to negotiate with me."
"You can have all the treasure, just let us go!"
"Mmm... I don't think I will. See, you have another clue."
"I don't... I'm out."
"Let's give it some finishing touches."
"We have to go inside."
"I don't think that we have to go somewhere else, I think it's still here."
"But where?"
"Give a little warning next time, before you do that."
"All tunnels have to end, eventually."
"I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"What's happening here? You gave them a fake clue." "We had to buy ourselves sometime."
"It's not what I thought it would be."
"Please, don't break. Please don't break!"
"Um... because you're the bad guy?"
"I've found door number three.... And I'm gonna take it."
"I'm not doing anything else for you unless you answer my questions."
"But it gives me more time to spend with you!"
"Did you guys not read my book?" "I have! I've read it! More than twice!" *whispers* "I think I'm your biggest fan, babe." "Not gonna lie, you definitely are."
"I'm going to run this red light!"
"Watch the people!" "I don't think we're supposed to be going down this way."
"He's right behind me! Where else do you want me to go?!"
"They're right on their way, right now, and I'd guarantee they'd love to meet you too."
"That was hot." "Aw, thanks, babe."
"Fine. But your henchmen stay behind. It's just you." "What makes you think that I'm gonna agree to those terms?"
"Go! I'll meet you at the car." "How do they expect to meet us there?!"
"It's going to take forever to dig these rocks out of the way."
"DON'T LET GO OF MY HAND!"
"You demolished my family name for this?"
"Alright. That's it! I'm going to deck the living shit out of you!"
"It comes in a series."
"Didn't... didn't they get married?"
"I'll stay! I'll stay behind, look! I'm staying."
"So, you won't tell me the way out, unless I give you what you want?" "The way out is through that tunnel there." "Why are you doing this?"
"I can't help you, unless you find what you're looking for." "I won't let you down, sir."
"I'm telling you exactly what it says."
"Alright, you're the only one who knows. Indulge us. What's the next clue?" "You think I'm gonna give that up so easily?"
"Yes, thank you, for clearing that up."
"The wall closed behind us and trapped us in." *touching the wall* "There has to be a way out!"
"I'm in. If you are, that is."
"No hesitation, okay?" "Right. It'll run the whole plan."
"How exactly do you expect us to pull this off?"
"There's only one way now: forward."
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And that's all folks! :)
#my writing#national treasure is a total gem of a movie#well#both of the movies are actually#dialogue prompts
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slam poetry ~ stevie sun x rowan stone
Rowan decides she wants to audiotape the outcomes of her cases instead. With Stevie's involvement, it turns into the world's worst podcast. (Murder at Homecoming)
wc: 1.4k, teen and up, strong language
a/n: written for @choicesjanuary2024, day 16: "relationships".
Ever since I finished MaH I really wanted to write something for Stevie and my MC Rowan but somehow writer's block hit. Eventually I stumbled upon this scene from 22 jump street which inspired, well, this whole thing.
Audio recording number -- erm, I might have lost track of this stuff already. Let’s call it Number 3, because I haven’t done this in a while and the previous was Gabriella’s case, which I think has enough audio transcripts of mine being circulated around in several small magazines.
All right, let’s do this one last time. Name’s Rowan, Rowan Stone. I have a missing sister and for the last er, let’s say two years-ish-- I’ve been a -- well, let’s say I’m more than happy to do stuff for this dead-end town. Kind of a hobby, actually. If I’m off the video game controllers and not playing the drums, I’d suppose. I don’t like cop work, not a fan of sitting at a desk either. My policy is to just toss paper at annoying people. Hate the clicky-clicky sounds of keyboards, hate when people cross-talk - people in general.
Are you recording tapes again?
Stevie, arghh, this is going in the archives, for heaven’s sake! Now I’ve got to do it again.
What’s it for?
The -- thing, the--
You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?
No, it’s like -- you know how I have been writing down my case reports as of lately?
When have you ever maintained an archive?
I thought it would look good on my resume or something, isn’t documenting a big thing now? You take five hundred photos everyday.
Someone has to document you moments before a disaster.
The idea is that I don’t have to deal with stupid keyboard clicks. You know the kind of annoying noise they make?
Aw man, I thought you were into the weird detective aesthetic with the smokey room and the brown furniture and this rusty-ass typewriter.
Anyway, well, I was meaning to record this tape as a summation of what happened with Pierre and the test scores thing that I cracked. You know how he ended up hacking into the school’s servers and everything. Blew out of proportion, I tell you. Pierre was right there and yet everyone had to blame it on Brian. The dude hasn’t seen sunlight in over ten days from that tendon he pulled.
That’s it?
Yeah, I mean, that covers it, right?
Okay, Ro, I love you, but you are the absolute worst at summing things up.
You’re not pulling a twenty questions on this, are you? Vogue 75 questions or something?
I am surprised you know what vogue is.
Of course, it’s that Madonna song. Kidding.
Honestly if it weren’t for Stevie right now, I would have been done in ten minutes.
Right, isn’t that what Einstein said? Spend time with a girl for five minutes and it’ll feel like ten or something?
Totally not what Einstein said, but go on.
He also sat on a stove or something, right? Reckon he got his rear end burned or something?
Listeners, I humbly submit to you the stuff I put up with on an everyday basis. No, Stevie, I don’t suppose anyone wrote a thesis on Einstein’s charred end and I don’t think nobody wants to either.
Who are you even talking to? I mean, what’s this thing even for?
A Case-Revisiter.
You’d be better off typing on a keyboard, though.
I’ll pay you twenty bucks hourly to help me with this.
Nahh. No offense, but like I have way better things to do. Have I ever told you the time when I graffitied the vice principal’s desk? Serves him right for cutting off funding for the arts program to fund a get this, SEASONAL, emphasis on “seasonal” baseball league that somehow never happens. Oh my god, Rowan, you should look into this. If anyone smells like embezzlement and uh -- a bunch of other shit, it is this dude. Anyway, the graffiti was hilarious though. I drew like uh, like this erm- thing, y’know?
And who’s terrible at summing up again?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait-- I’m trying to like, remember-
Right. Listeners, you might as well get bundled up for the next ten years.
Who are you even distributing these tapes to, even? I mean, I know there’s a market out there for feet and true crime, but like, we’re neither.
True crime sucks, by the way.
We should put like a picture of a foot, but with blood and stuff. Yay, podcasting.
For the record, listeners, this is your standard Stevie-Does-Oddly-Specific-Jokes-Because-She’s-Run-Out-of-Material segment.
Unless this is for your personal use, which is like, okay weirdo. I mean, if you really want to go to sleep with my voice running in the background, you can do so with some discretion. Like actually asking me.
For the last time, this is -- honestly I have no idea why I am doing this. My dad found this tape recorder thing and I was like, sweet, I don’t need to store hundreds of voice notes in my phone anymore.
You have voice notes?
Yes, actually. Some of them are long elaborate slam poetry things about you, falafels and the justice system.
Aw, you write slam poetry about falafels?
I’ve only got one line, though.
What is it?
Falafels are great. They’re -- your--
Rowan Stone, everybody. Will give Sappho a run for her money. Not the historical Sappho, the one I know from Couscous. It’s like this grimy run-down club that plays Avicii and Avicii only but they have these slam poetry nights where people just walk in with shit like ‘roses are red, violets are blue’.
Weren’t we talking about Pierre?
Pierre’s shit at keeping secrets. That’s why he gave you such an easy case. Donovan and I had the whole forging-ID business and this dude walks up and asks if he could get into this place, like a molerat and he blew our cover. Pierre, if you’re listening to this, fuck you for ruining my business and everything, y’know? I was running that like my own battalion of tin soldiers that puts Kathy Neighbourhood-Woman’s Christmas decorations to shame. Also, stop ruining school for us and forge your report cards like a normal person.
Let the record show that this is the first and last audio-memo-whatever-the-heck-this-is I am ever doing.
Good. Let’s go out. Come on.
There’s this fun karaoke place down the road that just opened up. But I do have --
I’ll punch you if you say work. You’re a child! An infant! A-- uh, small human person.
Chores, I have chores. Mom’s already pissed that I have, maybe pissed some people off at school for turning in my assignments late.
Get out of chores, y’know? Also you probably saved the whole town or something. Not cool, Mr and Mrs Stone. Also is it me or do you also see how weird the whole process of ‘grounding’ is? You get chores as a penalty for not doing homework. That’s like getting shot in your leg but being treated for an allergy to mushrooms.
Karaoke sucks though. We should get absolutely wasted in a bar.
I don’t know if you’re being serious or not.
Honestly, it’s difficult, because on one hand, it’s like-- nothing good happens in Beachwood. Karaoke places get shut down. Bars are raided because I dunno- for reasons. Carnivals are an excuse for sponsors to get more money into their pockets which ruins the experience for everyone. Arcades are no longer fun because the games are rigged to make you funnel as many quarters as possible.
You know, I thought dating would bring out a change in you, but you still sound like a grandma who has a picture of Aragorn thinking it’s Jesus.
It’s so difficult to make a change, though. I still think we should just do something familiar.
I am not having a repeat of the tuna salad incident.
Remember when this audio recording was supposed to be about Pierre?
Pierre who?
Now I remember this is why I had a crush on you.
The baiting isn’t going to work. I do it with nuance. What you do resembles a pathetic wet cat. You are not dragging me to the tuna-salad place. Please.
But I wrote some poetry, besides the falafel stuff. Here, listen to this. Titled ‘For Stevie’.
Someone kill me, please.
‘Slam Poetry! Lots of yelling! Waving-’
Pierre, where the fuck are you, Pierre?
‘Generic compliments about hair and eyes. Specific instances where I decided I liked her. Stevie! Ste-uh-vee-’
Okay, forget I ever said you were cool.
‘Not to be confused with steeds or the V in sweaters. Ancient Romans! Lots of uh, gerunds. Loving, big lovey-doving, uh-- girlfriending. Girl, friends -- ding. Doorbell. I reach out- press the button. Butane gas prices. Pa-pa-pa-’
All right, I’m pressing this button.
Wait, wait, wait, I’m not done yet, I’m not do--
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perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me
I don't know if I ever plan on writing for MaH consistently, but if you are interested in these fun lil stuff, let me know! (Say even a potential Nora-meets-Rowan crossover fic) I'm also thinking if this garners a bit of interest, I'll do a character sheet for Rowan. Thank you so much for reading!
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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)
A/N: In the og plot, Peter and Cat end up getting back together, but after NWH I thought Parker’s storyline fitted Cat’s journey better, and even if both Peters are a good match for her, I like this version more -Danny
P.S: Idk if you noticed but the dividers (they’re beepers, in case you hadn’t noticed) change depending on the universe we’re in, I thought that was a fun thing to do.
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Phase Six Masterlist
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Listen to: 'No Big Deal (I Love You)' -by dodie
xxxix: Cat’s Path
Peter finished the beeper on the same day summer came to an end. Cat was too scared to try it out just like that, so unceremoniously. She asked him to wait a day, she needed to do something first.
"Call me superstitious, but I really have to do it."
"You really have to get drunk with your ex and his two friends in a shitty bar?"
"Bucky, last time I checked you were not invited to this conversation," she hissed. "Get out of the lab!"
"Lab," he scoffed. "This is a basement, we should've turned it into a pool room."
"We have one in the attic," she lied. "You're just not invited because you cheat."
"Newsflash asshole, everyone cheats when they play pool!" He replied, standing up and looking around. "Where the hell is the attic?"
Cat ignored him and turned to Peter and Wanda. "So?"
Wanda shrugged. "Use it now or next year, I don't see a difference."
"I have to go back to the city tonight, though," Webs reminded her. "College, remember?"
"I'll drive you back," she nodded.
"Do you have a license?" Bucky asked as he walked past them.
"Do you? Didn't it expire like half a century ago, Grandpa?"
"Keep walking," Spider-man pushed her forward.
Cat texted Foggy and got a response in less than a minute. She left Peter in his apartment so he could pack up the stuff he needed for Monday, and then she went to Josie's ready to hang with some old friends.
"There she is!" Foggy called out. "Come here, you!"
Cat smiled at the trio, she hugged each of them tightly. "Hi! How's your week going?"
"We desperately needed an excuse to drink," Foggy groaned. "Thank God you texted me."
"But not really," Matt smiled in that playful way of his. "You're leaving, right?"
Karen and Foggy looked at her expectantly, she'd told them that, eventually, she would not be around again. They had taken it well, Cat hadn't been around that much anyway. It was bittersweet, realizing she was free because she hadn't lived at all in the past.
"Webs finished the gizmo," she nodded. "I'll leave tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," Karen stared at a corner, but her gaze seemed to go for miles. "So... this is goodbye?"
"No," Matt eased her, squeezing her hand. "We're not that lucky."
She kicked his foot. "Jerk."
It started raining as they left the bar. Foggy and Karen shared a cab like usual not before wishing her the best of luck, hoping to see her again one day, though probably not any time soon. Matt and Cat were left alone, so she offered to walk him home. Or run, to be precise.
They turned it into a small competition, to see who could reach his building first. For a moment she was reminded of their patrols: running blindly, Cat's pulse racing at the feeling of freedom she'd get from it. She won the race, but she had the feeling Matt had let her as a farewell gift.
She accompanied him to his apartment, and Matt gave her a towel. "Thanks! I should pick up Spidey from his apartment, we were supposed to be back before midnight, Edith goes crazy when we break curfew at home..."
Matthew grinned. "It's the first time I hear you call someplace home like you mean it."
She thought of it, it was true that it was the first time she meant it as fully as then. That mansion felt more like home than any other place, even the Stark Tower. It felt that way because everyone in it she loved, and the best part was that they loved her too.
When Cat handed him the tower, their fingers brushed. Her heart squeezed with a strange yearning, it all had been so brief and intense between the two... and yet nothing had been left behind, just the certainty that they had never been destined to last.
"You'll look after yourself, right Matthew?" She asked fondly.
He smiled a little, placing the wet towel over his shoulders. "You first."
She chortled, then gave him a hug. "I'll see you again."
"I'm counting on it," he kissed her cheek. "In the meantime... be happy."
"You can count on that too."
"Just get it over with!"
"Shut up!" Harley glared at her. "Webs?"
"I'm ready," he tapped the device on his wrist.
"This is so exciting!" Kate said giddily, holding a projection of Kurt and Rocket, who wanted to be present to send Cat off.
"Hi, hi! I'm just here in case there is dismembering," Yelena stepped into the room, casually eating a fistful of popcorn from the bowl she was carrying.
"Good luck, C.C.," Wanda hugged her. "If it works... we'll see you next summer?"
"You have my word," Cat looked around the room at all the people present. In the end, it seemed she wasn't so terrible at keeping friends around. "See you!"
A choir of replies followed. Peter stood next to her holding a box, she was holding another one. Felix was purring happily on Bucky's vibranium arm, Cat was going to miss her pet, but he didn't like Parker, maybe the cat had always known that he would make her go away.
"Ready?"
"Yes. Mouse, take us to Parker."
The artifacts on their wrists turned on with a light-blue glow, and the familiar tug under her feet pulled her onto a whirlwind of colors. Peter was next to her, but she couldn't hold onto him, instead, she hugged the box in her arms.
They landed on a rooftop that Cat immediately recognized. "We did it!"
Peter stumbled, almost dropping the box in the process. "Oh god, how are you used to that?"
"I've done it many times," she lightly kicked his foot, pointing ahead. "See that? That's an entrance, we can use it."
Peter snuck inside the skylight and she passed him the boxes before entering herself, she entered in one push and landed swiftly in the middle of the bathroom.
"Where do I put these?" Peter took off his mask and dried the sweat off his forehead, then picked up her boxes and looked around.
"Parker's closet," Cat walked past him and opened the bathroom door.
The entrance door opened and May walked in holding a bag of groceries, Parker followed right after. Cat and Peter froze, Parker tensed when he saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes, but his worry quickly turned into happiness as he saw her.
"JANE!"
He dropped the grocery bags in the kitchen and got to her faster than she could process it. He held onto her so tightly she couldn't breathe, or maybe she was so overwhelmed that her body shut down entirely.
"I told you I'd find a way," she choked out.
Parker kissed all over her face, and then stopped abruptly, remembering Peter and May were still there. He looked at the older woman first, eyes brimming with tears. "Aunt May..."
"Welcome back, Cat," the woman beamed. "I knew I'd see you again."
The girl realized she'd used her real name— well, Jane was also her name, but May knew Jane wasn't her only name... so that meant...
Cat looked at Parker. "You told her."
He dried his tears, chuckling. "I figured that if you were going to live in both universes, I'd have to come clean. I didn't want to be lying every summer. Or ever again, for that matter."
"May," Peter said weakly.
Cat gave a start, she'd forgotten about him for a moment, but now she was acutely aware of his presence, just like she was also aware he was facing an alternate version of his deceased aunt.
The old woman looked at him with a soft smile. "You must be Peter..."
Peter's eyes filled with tears. The woman left her own bag in the kitchen to give him a hug. "It's alright, my nephew told me all you did for him and Jane... you're a good boy. I'm sorry about your May... I'm sure she'd be as proud of you as I am of my Peter."
He clung to the woman for a moment, and Parker wrapped his own arms around her from behind, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. She had the suspicion he wasn't going to let go for a long time.
Once Peter calmed down —and once he drank and ate a refreshment prepared by none other than May herself— he was ready to leave. Parker went with May to get a taxi and give them a bit of privacy.
"Well, how's that for a late birthday present?" Cat smiled at her friend.
Peter embraced her tightly. "I have you to thank for that."
"Nah, it wasn't me who built the gizmo, was it? That was all you. You built the beeper in the first place... it's always been you, Pete. Not in the way I thought it'd be at first, but just as important."
He laughed. "Yeah..."
She cupped his face. "Don't be afraid to enjoy the little things, Pete. I got scared, and I wasted many of 'em. Learn from me like you've always done." Peter stared at her weirdly, and she frowned. "What?"
"I was thinking of all the times I insisted there was good within you," he said. "I think they're no longer just within."
Cat buried her face in his shoulder and took a deep breath, joy filling every bit of her body. "We would've been too much for the world together, that's why they had to part us."
"For sure," his voice quivered. "We were so good together that we broke the universe twice."
Parker sat next to her on the couch, his knee bumped against hers. "All good?"
She looked up with a sleepy smile. "Yeah, I just... I'm trying to take it all in... That this can be the rest of my life if I want it to be."
"Do you?"
"Maybe. You'll have to give me time to think, to explore what this world has to offer. I think I'd like to study to be a middle school teacher."
He smiled. "I think you'd be a great teacher."
"Thank you."
"But I'm worried about letting you teach some kids basic maths, though, you're not the best person for that."
"Hey!" She poked his ribs, Parker seized her hand and pulled her closer. "I was good at Middle school maths! Must I remind you I was tutored by the best in the field?"
"Right, it's the advanced stuff you can't handle."
"I can, I just despise them."
"Valid. I despise Geography."
"Valid."
They looked at each other not quite believing their eyes. There was so much affection floating around them, and yet she was hesitant to vocalize it, it felt like cheating, blurting out words just cause she'd said them once or twice. She promised to wait until they felt genuine and from her heart.
In the meantime, she would spend every day showing Peter she meant them the first time, even if she didn't say it. Cat still had trouble trusting her feelings, but she trusted him, and she believed she could do anything as long as he was there to keep her company.
"So tell me," Parker shifted on the couch so they could huddle closer together, her back against his chest. "Where had you been this whole time?"
Cat knew he meant the last couple of months, but her mind took her way back, and it broadened the question. Where had she been this whole time? She'd been making friends, and losing them just as fast, she'd been in and out of teams, of planets, and of herself.
The mutant reached for his hands and intertwined their fingers. She tilted her face up and planted a kiss on his cheek. "On my way here."
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5, 6, 11, 12, 13, 18, 19, 22, 24 (if u make moodboards!), 25, 27
IM SORRY I PICKED SO MANY I JUST LIKE PICKING APART FELLOW WRITING BRAINS
sorry this took so long and is probably very uninteresting
5 - What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write - Hoooo boy, i am the queen of fic ideas I'll never write. Lots of angst and fluff. One that my brain has pretty detailed out lately is just an ABO-type AU where NaJeongMoSaHyo are all married to each other living life n stuff. I think it'd be cute, to follow them thru getting together, and then big life events. Ups and downs. Marriage and all that. Eventually they'd have kids, raise em all together. It'd be adorable and wholesome and very slice of life.
6 - Any fics from others you reread all the time? - Hell yeah there are
The First Snowfall by YOU when i want my feelings absolutely wrecked :(
Oh My God They Were Roommates & The Island of Misfit Toys by lildemonlili
This Night Is Sparkling, Dont Let You Go by amperis
To Serve Her by bbygirldahyun
Ready To Be Mine? by Sleephyuns/Ginnumeru
Definitely a few more i couldn't find/ cant remember.
(usual disclaimer because this is not an 18+ blog and im paranoid: please mind the rating on these, theyre all rated T, M, or E on AO3. Do not disrespect a writer by ignoring their rating or warning)
11- Do you have a specific playlist for writing fics? - I actually dont listen to music when i write. Music tends to distract me cuz my brain runs away with it... but i should try that, maybe
12 -Do you have a playlist for your current WIPs? - Nope.
13- How much planning do you do before writing? - Almost none, which is unfortunate for anyone who would like me to update anything in a timely manner. I know a vague direction i want something to go in, or I know certain scenes I want to happen later down the line. I kinda just write to connect a vague story or concept. i almost never have an ending in mind; thats kinda why i favor AUs... theyre stories from a universe, and I can keep sharing stories as I think of them. Unless its a oneshot, or a published fic... then i know the beginning and a vague ending. Coven AU has a ton of lore because I drank a lot of coffee one day and had a notepad. Most lore for any au i have just relies on me going 'oh thats a GOOD idea ill remember that'.... reader, i have severe ADHD that i do not manage in any way. I dont remember that.
18 - What's one of your favorite lines you've written in a fic? - Oh boy. Probably none of them, i dont love my like... writing style? It isn't pretty, just plain. So i suppose its only, ' “You woke me up. And you’re making my bed smell like tequila. Why would I move over for you?” She mumbled, moving over. ' from roommates AU. Because Dubchaeng loves each other.
19 - Small teaser from a WIP - Ok i was gonna be mean and give you one for a very far in the future very angsty roommates fill but i WONT thatd be mean. heres coven au
Jihyo lifted her arms to throw another bolt of electricity, one to end the fight before either of them got hurt. The familiar smell of ozone stung her nose before Tzuyu’s hand landed on her arm, snapping her out of her concentration.
“Don’t. They stopped.”
“Tzuyu, they tried to barbecue us.”
“You tried to hit them first.”
Jihyo grabbed for her as she took a determined step forward, calling out in what must have been the same language they were speaking.
Ever the diplomat, Jihyo thought. Forever offering the olive branch and trying to get herself killed.
She remained ready to summon another strike.
22 - Do you know how your fic will end before you write it - Not usually. Im very bad at endings. If its a fill for an AU i just write until it feels correct to stop/I run out of ideas. The overall AUs i have no clue how theyd end, maybe a vague direction for some. I do know how my one fic is going to end though, if i ever finish it (i 99% will not im so sorry)
24 - share a moodboard from a WIP - I dont do moodboards but that's another good idea i should try
25 - Have you ever made yourself upset with your own writing - Yea, in that I dont like it and get frustrated when my fingers wont just type shit. I dont think ive written anything too sad.
27 - is there a fic you were nervous to post? - I was nervous to share baby SMC au. I thought it was a cute concept but didnt know if anyone else would. Or if they'd find it weird i made SMC so young.
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hi baby~ 🥺🥺🩵 how’s my favorite cauliflower hater doing? 🤭
we’re having burgers for dinner tonight and i’ve been put on french fry duty since my parents don’t know how to use the air fryer. i’m sitting here wondering if my recent repulsion toward potatoes extends to fries…. at first i didn’t think this was possible seeing as my mom has crowned me the french fry queen since i was in elementary school but just this past weekend, my mom got me a small fry from my favorite fast food place and i couldn’t even finish them. could this be the end of my reign as THE french fry queen? has my crown finally tipped? have the potatoes finally won??? I CAN’T LET THE POTATOES WIN CHERRY, I JUST CAN’T
i went to the store and bought blackberries today along with some more strawberries :3 i love berries with yogurt so much omg 😩😩😩 i should be eating some with you right now 🥺 maybe we can share~ (mouth to mouth of course hehe 🤭)
i also got compliments on my berry bag while at the store today!! it’s my favorite purse ever but my mom hates it for some reason 😭😭 meanwhile i always get so many compliments on it when i’m out so i think she’s just being a hater 🙄 she was like “well at least you’re using the gift that was given to you” as if i didn’t buy this bag for myself years ago like huh?? 😭 i didn’t feel like correcting her so i just let her think that…
i’ve started listening to hurricane!! so far the songs i like from them are loco loco (the key change near the end is soooo good phewww), gori štkila (THE VOCALSSS), want ya (DON’T BE SAYIN THAT I DIDN’T DON’T BE SAYIN THAT I DIDN’T WANT YA 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾), and hasta la vista (HASTA LA VISTA BABEYYY~ 💃🏾💃🏾) everything i’ve heard so far is so good! you really are a girly pop lover and i love that so much it’s so cute 🥹🥹🩵
🚨 UPDATE: after dinner i have come to the conclusion that my love for fries is unwavering, nothing could ever stop me from loving french fries!! my french fry queen crown will never fall from my head 😌
you know what else is unwavering? my love for you, my dear 🥺🩵 oh my cherry bear, you’re so so lovely, so beautiful so precious~ you’re my little sweetheart 🥺🥺🩵🩵 i love you so much!! i’m so so happy with you and so proud to be your girlfriend there’s no one else i could possibly give my heart to 🥺 i hope i make you feel as loved and heard and as beautiful and sexy as you make me feel, my love 🥺🩵🩵🩵
do it like that taehyun gives me big cookies and cream vibes so here’s an oreo inspired moodboard! 🖤🤍🖤
hoping today is kind to you baby 🥺 you always deserve the best no matter what! don’t let anyone or anything make you think otherwise! i love you so much, i’m always here for you!! <33
hmph >3< i’m sorry mommy i really don’t like cauliflower 😭😭😖 baby i’m still impacted by my school’s cafeteria… i just can feel the taste and i just 🤢 fhsjfndn i’m doing okay my love 🥹🩷 i hope you’re doing well~
oh no!! french fries are so good 🥺 i’m glad i read through it all and managed to see you’re actually still in love with them and that you’re still your french fry queen self my love 🥺🩷 eventually once your dad calms down with his baked potato ritual your like of potatoes will come back too >< 🩷🩷 i don’t know how to use the air fryer either 😖 would mommy teach me? 🥺🩷
waaaah blackberries in yoghurt that sounds amazing 🥹🩷 please mommy feed it to me~ (mouth to mouth~) while we enjoy it together 🥺🩷 my favorite berries are blueberries hehe~ and raspberries🤭🩷
your strawberry purse is the cutest i’ve ever seen my love!! 🥺😭🩷🩷 i want one like that too or something cute so that i can fit in more stuff than i can in my current purses…~ it’s weird that your mom doesn’t like it >< i’m glad people are complimenting you on it and prove her wrong :’) 🩷🩷
aaaaah my girls!! 🥹🥹 my favorite songs as of now are al capone, brzi prsti, ajde bre 🥺🩷🩷 but it always changes 🥹🩷 yes you can definitely tell i’m a girl poppie >< 🩷🩷 i’m happy you find it cute 🥺🥺 i find that you’re into slower songs than i am hehe~ we have a good balance 🥺🩷
i’m so happy to be your girlfriend mommy 🥺🥺🩷 like i’ve told you several times i wish i could just scream at the top of my lungs that i have a girlfriend and that it’s you and i wanna tell everyone our entire story of how we met and how we are doing i always wanna talk about you 🥺😭🩷🩷 i love you so much my precious 🥺🥺 you make me feel all these and more mommy i’m so glad i can make you feel this way because you deserve it and more!! 🥺🥺🩷 you’re my beautiful girlfriend 🥺😚🩷🩷
he does right?? i knew he reminded me of something!! 🥺 the moodboard looks delish~ 🤭🩷 but i think you are even more 🥺🥺🩷
thank you so much my love 🥹🩷 i hope to spend a better day today, if i don’t i’ll just wait for the weekend, as long as you’re with me i’ll be okay for sure 🥺🥺🩷 i hope you will sleep well and have a great day tomorrow my sweet crystal 🥺😚🩷💎🩵
#crystal gem 💎#i always feel so happy and blessed when i’m with you 🥺🥺😭🩷#my girlfriend is my ideal type 😭😭😭 and the most precious person ever 😭🫶🩷#i wish we get to hold each other one day my love 🥹🩷🩷 i love you so so much 🥺🥺🩷#you’re my sweetie pie 🥺😚🩷
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I'm obsessed with the misatzu au and their kids.. Also I'm obsessed with saki and eunji but I'd looove to get some more insight into ai and yuna's relationship. Great job author!
sorry this took so long! i had a whole post basically typed out and tumblr decided to delete it before i could finish the draft 😭😭 anyway i feel like i don't talk about these two very much so i went a little ham with headcanons lol sorry
i might be contradicting myself a little here, but i actually don't think these two are very close when they are kids
lemme explain
ai is very high energy, and she's the type of kid to run around and rough house and all that stuff, she's especially not shy (to the embarrassment of her parents at times)
even when she plays with barbies, it always involves a lot of moving and running around, and jihyo and momo actually struggle to contain her for a while
yuna is the exact opposite
she is a lot more quiet and prefers things like coloring or reading (with her mommies help!) and video games
as you can imagine, this doesn't mesh super well for young kids
their parents want them to be close, as their ages keep them from being in the traditional "kid squads" i've talk about before
ai desperately wants to be in the "older kid squad" (seojun, hyunjun, sai, kihyun) but she's just slightly too young to really keep up with their playing
yuna aligns more with the "younger kids squad" (daehyung, eunji, the triplets) but again she doesn't quite fit in since she's older than them
so their parents were hoping the two of them could be close
but it never really works out that well due to their different playing styles
their parents don't try to force it or anything, but they stop scheduling them play dates when they notice the girls aren't having the best time together
honestly, despite being in the same grade, they aren't super close for most of elementary school
ai is the super super out going kid on the playground, who always is running around and leading various games, where as yuna prefers playing on her ds or reading
ai kind of struggles making lasting friendships, since she bounces around between people so much, but yuna gets more and more shy throughout elementary school
theres not really a turning point in their relationship until hina is born
when eunji was born, ai wasn't really old enough to really know what being a "good big sister" meant
and while she was a good big sister to eunji, eunji was always close enough in age to her that she never needed to be super mature and take care of her sis (especially because eunji is a very responsible and practical person)
but when hina is born, ai starts to feel this pressure to "be a good example"
people start telling her she needs to be more mature and calm, since her parents are super busy with the baby, and that she needs to be a role model for her baby sister (not mohyo, but just random people in her life)
this is exacerbated by the fact that eunji is naturally more responsible, and people start to whisper that ai should be acting more her age and it's sad her little sister acted older than her
anyway this leads to ai basically breaking down at school one day when one of the other kids teased her about her being immature
and who finds her hiding in the tree at the back of the playground crying? yuna of course
yuna immediately panics because ai isn't the type to cry very much
ai spills everything in her mind and yuna just sits there and listens, not judging her and trying to be an active listener
ai eventually stops crying, and yuna pulls her into a little hug and tells her that she's a good big sister, and she acted completely normal for their age and her parents didn't expect her to be perfect
and ai just kind of falls into yuna's hug
anyway, after that ai gained a bit of an appreciation for yuna's quietness
she finds herself running over to sit with yuna during recess when she feels overwhelmed or upset, finding a way to entertain herself drawing in the sand or swinging or something
and yuna finds that it's nice to have someone to talk to between chapters of her book
they learn to love and appreciate the differences between the two of them, and by middle school they are besties!
ai still is very sociable, but she always sets aside time to talk to yuna
around seven or eighth grade, ai spends the whole summer in japan with momo's family, and when she gets back, she noticed that yuna is different
not that yuna is actually different, but she just never realized that yuna was so pretty or that she looked really cute in her little reading glasses or when she got a new book
and she starts to feel really weird around yuna, and that actually makes her really upset for a while cause she doesn't know what's wrong
yuna on the other hand also notices that ai is different after returning from japan, and she also starts to feel confusing feelings towards her
ai handles them by just being frustrated with herself, and it only gets worse when yuna starts to shut her out
their parents of course know what's happening, but they don't meddle
jihyo and jeongyeon find them amusing, nayeon finds them frustrating, and momo tries to think of ways to get the two alone together
it takes them a while to figure out what happened, and even longer to get together
but eventually by high school, they realize that they actually both just had huge massive crushes on each other and then they got together
i mentioned once that they were the first couple of the kids, and i still think that's true
they were really really nervous to tell their families they were dating
but their parents are super supportive and encouraging of their relationship
ai helps yuna meet new people and see the world, and yuna helps ai slow down from time to time and remember to take a breather 🥺
they aren't a super pda heavy couple, but yuna loves being scented
and ai loves scenting her so it's a win-win
they would totally have some cute couple thing though like matching bracelets or phone straps
nayeon always squeals when she sees them cuddling, so they prefer mohyo's house for their dates
nayeon ships it okay? she loves that her daughter found someone to bring her out of her shell
and mohyo love that yuna helps ai take a deep breath and manage her life a little
their parents are super careful not to get involved in their relationship though, as they don't want the two to feel like they are forced to be together
tbh i actually feel like mohyo in particular would want to give them freedom to explore each other and their relationship
makes sure they are educated on safe sex/healthy relationships though!!! (much to their chagrin)
they aren't always necessary talking to each other on dates, some dates are yuna curling up with a book in ai's bed while ai plays video games or practices dances for her dance classes or something
they are happy with this arrangement though :)
ai is still outgoing even as they get older, but yuna is comforted by the fact that at the end of the day, ai will always make time for her 🥺
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I had a nice day. But I didn't feel great. My stomach hurt all day. Which was frustrating. I also am afraid I'm getting a sinus infection because there's a bad smell like stuck in my nose. But I felt happy. Sleep is coming easier. My thoughts aren't racing as much.
So I woke up in a better mood. My stomach was bothering me but I felt alright beyond that. James would see me off and I drove to the musuem.
It was a good day. I was slightly concerned when John green opened the door and a bunch of other educators were already at the door. I was like. Did I read the schedule wrong??! But not there was an early group.
Except they ended up being more then an hour late. And were apparently a total handful. But I lucked out because my kids were so stinking cute and lovely. 20 kindergarteners on their very first feild trip!! They were already organized! They were early! And they were such good listeners.
I really had the best time. I had Sarah with me today. Who is very smart and quick to learn. Which is not surprising because she's a doctoral student studying Islamic culture in the 8th century?? Fascinating.
We had two programs with the littles today. A neighborhood tour and then the lights on program.
They liked wearing costumes. And it was such a small group that it was very easy to hand things out and get through the whole program. They were just chill. We had some big laughs. And I did get one little girls hair stuck on one of my pins and we were like. Ahhhh!! But I solved it quick and no one lost any hair.
We finished early so I took them to the wall of milestones and turned on the ring of fire and had them try to blow it out. And then after pointing out a few things to them I had them take a long lunch.
Which was a nice little break. I had a nice conversation with Sarah. We talked about tomorrow with her taking over some parts of that tour. And then just a quiet break scrolling on my phone.
The next program of the day was our lights on program. Which the kids loved. It was fun working with them and they did a great job. I didn't get a chance to take a picture of them all done but they looked great. They also really liked the phone booth and seeing all the old tvs.
Eventually we went to the car. And they were fascinated by the roll up windows. Kids are so funny.
It was time for them to go though. We waited for the other half of the class. And we waved goodbye.
I checked in with Jessica. Who was struggling at the front desk because of an influx from the other group. But she said I was good to lead our supplies and I went to work on oysters.
I had a good chat with my coworkers. And I got a lot of oysters done. And at 2 it was time to go.
I headed home. And was happy to be here. James made me nachos. And I got to work on some stuff on my tablet. I decided to draw my dad. So I worked on that, checking with mom about what things should look like. And I had a good afternoon.
I spent a good while embroidering. I hope to cover this bag. And so far I really think it's looking cute. It's nice to have a project.
There was also rest. And watching videos. Eventually James made us pasta for dinner. And I would take a bubble bath. Where I would actually put on a movie. And now me and James are laying in bed and it's been a really nice night.
I hope you all sleep easy tonight. Be safe. And have a good day tomorrow!
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Delilah Five - Ep. Six
Jan 19, 20XX
It’s snowing! The first snowfall since last December! Tamah came back two days ago with the supplies she found (a bunch of lumber and wooden parts. The most unique thing she found was a typewriter, but it's broken and we don’t have any paper. Well, besides my diary, but that’s off limits). She came back with a massive grin, and when we looked outside, the whole farm was covered in snow!
I love snow! Winter’s my favorite season, because Christmas comes around, and everything gets all cozy. I’m already excited for Christmas, and it hasn’t even been a month since Santa came around! The storm was intense that morning, so we stayed in and huddled by my new radio, listening to the forecasts. A big storm was expected to come through, but just some snow showers until then. Hossannah made mushroom soup for lunch, and when that was over, the snow had finally stopped enough to where we could go outside!
We had the most INTENSE snowball fight. Turns out that Tamah knows her stuff! She loves snow just as much as I do, and she’s COMPETITIVE with it. During the snowball fight, she accidentally nailed Hossannah right in the face! She had to go in after that, and we decided to follow to keep her company.
Now, this part is just as unexpected as it was when it actually happened. We were all warming up by the fire, and Theodora stoked up the flames a bit. And then the carpet caught fire. And then Theo's pant leg. Theo was on fire.
That was incredibly hard to watch. She was okay - she extinguished herself - but she was shaken up. She spent a few hours by herself. Eventually, she said she just wanted to forget about it and go out in the snow again. Hossannah comforted her and hugged her. It was awkward, a really long hug, but they seemed to like it.
Closer to dinner time, we all went back in the snow! Hossannah and Theodora made a snowman together! I made a snowlady with an orange slice and three raspberries. I, of course, made snow angels. Tamah fed the cows. Hey, someone's still gotta work.
We were out there all evening. Once Tamah had finished the chores, she hid herself in a little corner and made a massive pile of snowballs. Oh, yes. The war had actually begun. It was Tamah and Theodora on one team, the other Hossannah and I. Tamah and Theodora cheated because they used WATER BALLOONS. I mean seriously, who does that??
We got some good shots in, but it was all in vain. No, this time Tamah nailed ME in the face! I fell right over!
That hurt a lot, but nature exacted revenge on Tamah. She woke up this morning with a cold, probably from running around in the snow for 8, 9 hours? She woke up coughing and shivering, but that didn’t stop her from milking the cows and finishing the rest of her farmhand farmer duties. Even though she plays dirty, I hope she feels better soon. It’s midday now, and now that she’s finished all her work, she’s taking a nap on the couch. Hossannah checked her forehead, and she thinks it's a fever. We checked what we could see of her for bites, and there were none to be seen. At least she's not a zombie.
Oh yea. Zombies. You know, with all the fun yesterday, I didn't really think about Abana. I haven't gotten the chance to plant a fruit tree for her, ya know, with all the snow, but I will as soon as the weather gets warmer. Only a few more months until springtime. We could have something growing by the summer.
I felt a lot better yesterday. I think if I keep myself busy, I won't have to think about the zombies and everything. That should work, right? If I stay moving, what I did can't come back to me. It has to work.
Here's a drawing I did of Tamah smacking me in the face with a snowball. Theodora caught me drawing it, and she was a little bit pissed.
Yours,
Ruth Givens
#sims 4#sims 4 screenshots#my sims#delilahfive#simblr#simlit#sims#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 zombies#sims story
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January 12th, 2024
Travel day! My dad said goodbye to me before work and gave me a really long hug. My sister helped me carry my things to T's car (and then she got locked out lol, I told her where the spare key was but then she used it in the wrong lock and ended up having to call my dad).
T drove me to the smaller airport in my town, which is the airport my dad encourages me to fly in and out of if I can. I don't like to because this often means that I have to take a useless, 20-minute flight to get to the bigger airport in my state before taking my actual flight, which is exactly what happened today, but whatever. The US needs more trains.
T dropped me off, but I forgot to give him his forward kiss I always do when I say goodbye (before we started dating this time (we dated in high school and then reconnected as adults) we went hammocking and ended up talking until very early in the morning. I was exhausted, so he offered to let me spend the night (just friends right!) so I wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel. When I got up to leave he looked so peaceful and it had been such a good night that I was overcome by the urge to kiss him on the forehead. I quickly stopped myself though, because that was an incredibly weird thing to do to your high school ex. So, in my infinite wisdom, I decided that the appropriate compromise was to kiss the tips of my fingers and press them to his forehead. He's insisted I do it when I say goodbye to him now ever since). I'll have to find a way to make up for it eventually.
My bag was 2 pounds overweight so I had to stuff some jeans in my backpack. There is nothing more humiliating than being crouched on the floor of an airport with an unzipped suitcase. All was well in the end, and I got to my gate with plenty of time to spare for my useless flight.
I've been listening to a podcast where this guy reads Percy Jackson for the first time, as my (not ever really) dormant obsession with Percy Jackson has been reinvigorated by the still-releasing TV show.
At the big airport, I grabbed lunch during my 45-minute layover (bagel sandwich and sparkling water) which I managed to finish eating seconds before my group began to board.
The flight was awful, awful, awful. Behind me were 3 unsupervised, unoccupied, very young children. Which, let me preface by saying that I am not one of those people that thinks that children should not be allowed on airplanes (???) and in general I do not operate under the belief that children should be expected to not behave like children to exist in public spaces. HOWEVER, at least one adult should be present on a 12 hour flight.
Additionally, next to me was sat a massive man who had no qualms about placing his legs far past the imaginary boundaries of our seats. He seemed to be in his early to late 30s, and I know with the way I was dressed I look younger than I am. This made it all the more concerning when he began blatantly hitting on me and asking me increasingly specific questions about where I lived. He asked me if Germany was my final destination, which I took as my chance to pretend I didn't speak much English and then let him get off the plane well ahead of me. Absolute nightmare.
I also could not get comfortable so I slept very poorly if at all. When I was a kid, we flew all the time (I'm pretty sure my first international flight was before I was 6 months old), and I loved it. Airports are still a bit of a happy place for me, but I've developed a bit of a fear of flying. Every time I step on a plane my thoughts are filled with death and the cold acceptance of my fate, although I've found not sitting in the window seat helps.
I sat in the window seat on this flight.
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A (Not So) Quick Survey to Get to Know Me
As much as I want to dive straight into all the things I need to get out of me, I know it’s just better to get some fun stuff out of the way. Or, if not fun, at least informative. I’m not using just one questionnaire I found but several cobbled together and a few questions of my own to pepper it with my own personality, whatever that is.
What’s your full name?
Andrea Lynzi Puckett, though I tend to do Moten nee Puckett these days. I might not be legally married, but trust me, we’re married.
Are you named after anyone?
Good question. Not entirely. My mom never liked her first name and loved her middle name, so I got that one as my first (Andrea), the rest of it was just because my mom liked writing cursive loops at the time I was born and wanted to write Lynzi. Coincidentally, I don’t (and didn’t) hate my first name, but for most of my childhood I went by Lynzi to my family and friends (the former by my family’s choice) and I think it’s just kind of hilarious. My brother wanted to name me April and my dad wanted to name me Rose, for what it's worth.
Do you have any siblings?
An older brother, named Ryan.
Where did you grow up?
Primarily in Tallahassee, Florida. I was born in Kentucky but we left before I turned one and moved down there, then, around 6, we moved back up to Kentucky and I lived there for another 10 years or so before I started moving around and living with different families in different places in the States.
What activities did you do in High School?
I wasn’t really that into participating at that point, probably stemming from all my social anxiety — that being said, I did try a few things through the years because my friends did, but High School was kind of bone dry for me. Not a fun experience and I ended up dropping out, but I guess more on that later.
Where did you go to college?
I didn’t! I almost ended up applying into my mom’s alma matter of Eastern Kentucky University after I passed my GED there and they kind of tried to woo me; something about my writing score and the 94th percentile or something. I wanted to study philosophy though, but I was informed I should go to college to get a job and was suggested, dundundun, writing! Which, as I think a lot of you know, isn’t exactly the most stable thing. But the idea of going to college for a job rather than learning soured me and I never got around to it.
What kind of music do you like?
Rough question, because I think I literally listened to everything at one point or another, but really don’t adhere to the idea of genres on the whole. I’m not here to tell anyone what their music falls in to, category wise, and I don’t think I should be defined by that. But if you want general ideas, my spotify history should provide uhhhh… some illumination.
What’s one hobby that you’d like to take up?
Knitting! Well, knitting and crocheting. I knew how to do basic crocheting as a kid but never really got further than that, but it seems way soothing and like it’d tickle the neurodivergent parts of my brain. I’ll eventually get around to it, but the stars haven’t quite aligned yet.
What did you think you wanted to be when you grew up?
A veterinarian, because I love animals and wanted to help them? But at some point around middle school I realized down that path lay me watching an animal dying on my table and the way it would tear through my heart. I can’t even watch animals die in shows without getting misty, even knowing they’re fake deaths, I can’t imagine how the sight of an animal dying either in or out of my control would sit well.
Honestly if I’d thought about it, looking back in hindsight, I’d probably have said ‘healthy’.
What’s the biggest project on your to-do list right now?
Finishing the tidy up and decorating of our new space. We haven't done much in the last few weeks but things have been hectic. We got big plans and empty brains rn though so.
Do you have any irrational fears?
I have trypophobia, which gives me legitimate panic attacks when it gets triggered and a fear of deep water/the unknown/dark open spaces. I don’t think either of them are really irrational, but I’d classify trypophobia (the fear of clusters of holes, such as lotus pods) as less of a fear and more of a very visceral reaction to something. It makes my insides itch, I sometimes feel like I’m going to vomit, and I’ve been known to claw at my own skin just to calm down after it. It is the worst.
Are you a morning or night person?
Night, hands down. I’ve been getting up earlier than I used to (about 10:30 am or sometimes 9 if I can’t sleep well) and staying up until my usual 1 or 2, but it used to be way worse. I used to stay up until 6 am out of pure insomnia and sleep most of the day. I just prefer the night, man, what are you gonna do?
What are some of your favorite memes?
If there’s one thing I know to be true, it is…
Lying is always a bad idea. It creates more problems than it solves, even if you’re generally just ‘lying to someone’ to spare their feelings it ends up spiraling into nightmarish proportions. With my anxiety, the idea of lying is really, really hard; the act of coming up with a lie then having to balance all the other stuff going on to keep that lie up and having to contend with the thought of what’ll happen when the truth comes out just makes it easier to tell the truth and take the consequences.
Don’t lie, it sucks for everyone. (I do, however, tend to not intrude on other people’s lies as long as it’s not emotionally or physically harming anyone because that’s not my business. If you want to say you were running a marathon last week that’s up to you.)
Do you have any nicknames?
Sort of, yeah. My parents would often short Lynzi to Lyn for a long time, and when I was a child my dad called me goose because a) they replaced their pet duck with me and b) all I did was eat, sleep, and shit (his words) but it is such a heart warming memory for me; goose is the best nickname and I do have those mannerisms.
I’ve had friends call me Dove (Drea-love), D, Dre, [insert RP character name here], and a bunch of others.
My husband doesn’t have any particular nicknames for me, but he refers to me as really sweet petnames sometimes. Other times he calls me Truckasaurus and Bigfoot because I have big feet and hands like Lana from Archer and it’s sort of a funny thing that I definitely do not resent him for.
What’s your favorite book?
American Gods by Neil Gaiman, hands down. He’s also my favorite author. I return to that book at least once a year to read it again and absolutely, truly adore it. Usually I have a hard time pinning down favorites but that one is somewhat easy to get. (ps, that is not an affiliate link, I will get nothing out of you going to buy and read that book, it’s just that good.)
What is the last thing you purchased?
A hot iron to straighten my hair and keep it the way it was when I first got it cut. Haven't really used it yet, because I haven't needed to go out anywhere, but I did use the blow dryer. Fun, practical stuff.
How did you meet your husband?
Funny story! Well, not really. We met online on a video game called City of Heroes like… 13ish years ago? We knew each other very loosely, mostly like by association of association, but I always had a bit of a crush. We followed each other on socials but I was too shy to ever talk to him and he was too oblivious to even notice me. I still sometimes give him guff about that one, but it was bongy how often I’d just look at his posts and will him to see me, like some kind of mousy haired girl in a young adult paranormal romance novel.
Fast forward about ten years and we met in a revival of the game that had been closed forever. I still followed him on Tumblr, until he disappeared, but had never really sat down and had a conversation with him until I finally mustered up the courage (because we were in the same group) to message him and say “Yo fucker” continued by an explanation of my anxieties and how I just wanted to say hi and talk and all that jazz. The rest was history… super fast history…
I’d say it took us very little time to realize we were in it forever. We officially started dating in December and I was here by February. I haven’t looked back (except that I miss my cat and Ezrik) since. I’d go through hell for him and he knows it, and he’d do it for me too.
The first night I was here I got really motion sick from the plane ride (and subsequent ride home) and spent most of the ride with the window down trying to keep cool, because getting hot when I’m throwing up makes it worse, while he was freezing his buns off and just watching me throw up into a shopping bag. Once we got back to his place I laid my face down for a minute and literally passed up and woke up every once in a while to throw up. He’d change the bucket out with a new bag and checked on me all night.
I realized I was home and I was loved and I never wanted to be with anyone else in my life. He says he knew it was forever that first night too, even with all the throwing up. … I wrote too much.
When was the last time you cried?
A couple of days ago I was listening to the Smashing Pumpkins, thought of my brother, and had a quick tear up about it. Music is very capable of doing that for me, especially when it comes to my family. I’ve lost all of them and it takes very little to get me to cry over them on some days. Though I’m working on my grief it’s still a process and it feels like every time I get somewhere someone else dies on me. (psa: each member of my immediate family died within five years of one another almost like clockwork and I hate it.)
How tall are you?
6’2″ which is another reason my husband calls me Truckasaurus. I’ve always hated it because it feels like the antithesis of girly but I’m learning to embrace it more as I age. Growth, or whatever. (ha, a pun)
Tell me about your longest running friendship with someone?
I am still friends with a whole group of people I met over 20 years ago on Yahoo! chat. We used to RP together there and we all found each other again on Discord (I’d stayed in touch with a few of them to begin with overall) and we just sort of kept in touch that way and RP new characters from the same setting sometimes on Discord. I really should write more there, but there’s been a log going on.
What is one thing that instantly makes your day better?
I am living the happy marriage cliche, but my husband. I can just look over at him and just the fact that he exists makes me smile. If you want something less sappy and less apparent… animals. All animals. I don’t care just give me the animals.
What do you enjoy spending money on?
Clothes, skin care, and recently, make-up. I know it doesn’t seem like it with the fact that I dress like a gremlin going to an underground club for other gremlins who tried to make it as child stars but… I really do want to try to get better about these things. That’s one of the things I’m going to do here is start getting myself up, dressed, made up, and ready to take a picture for an OotD type of thing.
I also love spending money on nerdy gaming shit and all kinds of plush dolls. I give Fangamer more money when I have it than I usually have to spare but I just have loved their store for so long. (again, no affiliation, I won’t get paid, but you know, do the thing.)
What do you wish more people understand about you?
That I am trying really hard. I know it might not seem like it from the outside, but I am working through years of untreated mental health issues with medications and making strides every day, so I might be moving slow and flubbing sometimes, but I am really trying.
Also, my anxiety questions are never personal and you’re not obligated to answer them. I can’t say I won’t panic a bit if you don’t, but I’ll never truly hold it against anyone. It’s just my anxiety running wild that makes me have to ask if I’m annoying, or if you still like me, or if something is wrong, or that you seem mad at me? It’s not because of anything you’ve done, most likely, just my brain misfiring and me trying to corral it back in.
No one is obligated to deal with my issues, my grief, my misinterpretations, my emotions, or anything like that. Any of you who do are saints and I love you for it, but I’ll still love you even if you don’t.
Do you have any specific talents?
UhhhHHHHhh nope, not really. I mean I have managed to never break a bone in my life or need a hospital visit, but part of that is because my mom was an RN and could take care of most things on site. In recent history I’ve fallen down the stairs at home twice within the span of a year almost exactly. I didn’t break anything there, just got bruised and sore, and I still have the marks from every time but everything really seems fine and honestly… that’s talent, right?
I think most of the things I do aren’t talent, just slowly learned things. I can do unlicensed therapy with the caveat of ‘take it with a pinch of salt’ to pretty good results from what I’ve noticed. No replacement for proper help but… I can put on my Human Resources voice and tend to calm things down in most situations. Still not really a talent though, is it?
What do you dislike that everyone else seems to like?
Right off the bat? Sour cream, cilantro, and guacamole. They’re both vile to me, but in the case of sour cream I don’t want it anywhere near me. It’s just so not my thing. Like whipped cream that went real bad. The texture and flavor are messed up and I just can’t with it. Cilantro doesn’t taste like soap to me, as far as I remember anyway, I just don’t like it: it doesn’t taste good. Guacamole tastes like grass generally but that might be me getting bad guac, so we’ll see.
Daisy Johnson as played by Chloe Bennet is another one. I don’t appreciate Chloe Bennet’s defense of Logan Paul ages ago just because she was dating him and I find the character of Daisy Johnson extremely exhausting and she tries my patience.
Hot weather? I know I’m not alone on that one, but I really cannot stand getting hot at all. I start to feel sick if I get too warm. Call it my penguin associations.
Young Adult Romance novels. I did once? But then I think getting in a relationship that is healthier than all my previous ones just made it feel like getting hit in the face with a hammer every time I read one. All hamfisted and put in for the sake of the Twilight effect and I’m not into it. Still love Young Adult books in general, though.
If your pet could talk, what do you think they might say about you?
My sweet baby
I MISS MY BABY. Seven, my cat, is currently with her ‘father’ in Texas (my best friend, Ezrik) where I used to live with her. We also had a cat named Six who got out one day and (almost) no one believed me until it was too late. I miss her like crazy. Apollo also exists and is sort of my super bitey son who gets out of hand, but I doubt he’d even remember me right now. But let’s see, I have some ideas for the first two.
Seven: Mommy hasn’t made me a fort in ages. Daddy doesn’t do it right. I also miss her bed, she’d just let me take over. AND HER THIGHS. Napping on her thigh and up across her hip so she wouldn’t be able to move was so good… I’m hungry… oh right and the way she’d hold me like a baby for hours until her arms went numb. I love having that kind of power.
Six: She keeps calling me butterbean, does that mean I’m fat? I’ll show her, I’ll lose weight! Now she’s calling me I can’t believe it’s not butterbean… whatever, gonna headbutt her in the knee to say hello… AAHHHHHHH I’M HALFWAY ACROSS THE HOUSE BUT I CAN SENSE SHE’S GETTING CRISS-CROSS APPLESAUCE SOMEWHERE I’MA GET IN THAT LAP. hello.
Name one celebrity crush, past or present.
Jon Bernthal. He’s at the top of my freebies list. I cannot explain to you why but I love his boxer’s previously-broken-nose face and just… ugh. I have a whole list but… uggghhh.
A genie grants you the ability to have infinite amounts of one item. What is it?
I think that might honestly be enough for now. When your browser starts to lag in writing a post it’s probably time to let it go. Yes, I’m on a less than perfect laptop, but still! If you have any questions you want me to answer leave them in the comments below and maybe I’ll do a part two at some point!
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Like father like daughter
TW: alcoholism, fighting, general vent post.
Based on a prompt where the first and last lines are supposed to be the same but mean different things.
Yes, this is about me. shut up
Like father like daughter. That's what they always say when we're together. I love being around my dad for the month, running up to see him after the whole school year with my mom. We have a long long drive to head to his house but we listen to music and catch up and I usually fall asleep. they say I have his eyes and nose, and we have a ton of interests! I love my dad, I look up to him so much. He's strong, and smart, and does lots of cool mechanically stuff with cars. My dad and I play nerf guns together, and he learned how to braid for me. We play wrestle and read together or watch Gas Monkey or Magician shows! I really think I'd be amazing if I grow up to be like my dad.
My mom and dad are getting back together! Isn't that awesome! I can finally have a family again, and they have three rooms so I don't have to share with my brother. I'm so happy that we get to live all together. My dad helps with school when he can, and makes tons of yummy food, usually, sometimes he makes too much or something I don't like but I need to finish it or else I don't eat anything else. That's okay though, I'll suck it up eventually, I guess.
There have been more fights than usual recently. I really don't like yelling but I've been reading a lot more to help escape it. My dad has some weird and difficult punishments for when my brother and I don't get along. He doesn't get along with my mom, should he be punished too?
I'm going to my first wedding! isn't that awesome! I get to be all dressed up for my aunt's wedding. It's really fun, they had a really cool sand pouring thing to blend my cousins with their new stepdad! They also had a GIANT bonfire; I love bonfires, they're so pretty. My dad also likes bonfires. It's another thing e have in common, though I don't like alcohol like he does. I'm okay with that. Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.
Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.
....
Yeah, really weird.
We moved away from him. We had to move away fast so we are living with my cousins for a while. They have small dogs, different from the big dogs my dad has. I don't know how I feel about big dogs.
We still have a puppy from my dad's dogs. She's a bit stunted but I love her so much. She has to live with other people because we don't have room for her. We do have a kitty cat we met while living with my dad.
Why does nothing go right for me! I scream into my pillow before throwing it across the room. My brother just made another mistake! why does he have to make life so difficult!
I start crying heavily.
I see something in the back of my closet. Forgetting what I put back there I grab it.
...
My aunt gave me this picture.
A picture of my dad, in his uniform.
To protect us, yeah right.
I wish I could burn and break this photo till nothing ever remains.
Does that make me bad like him? This anger I feel. This yelling I do. Am I just like him?
I don't want to be like him. I can't be like him! But you know what they always say. Like father like daughter.
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#mine#doctor who#dwedit#ksica#david tennant#catherine tate#sometimes you just get the NEED to gif this scene again#also i JUST realized donna replies with 'yeah' because that's how ten replied to her#and that's why they're like :| :)? :)!!#making fun of each other but also letting the other know they're okay#;___;#oh and i'm actually reading the human nature vna now#and the 'tenth' doctor was talking to benny and i was like 'it's not dt don't picture dt'#but then of course it wasn't the doctor#i want to read more stuff with benny in it#and i should listen to more of her big finish stuff eventually#it's been like 3 days since i made gifs i have a lot of tags to get out#i've been dogsitting and staying at my cousin's house#and work has also been tiring me out#i'm getting my new students on monday!! gonna miss my old kids#ok i'll stop now good night friends
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Qin Shi Huang's Daily Routine Headcanons
Wakes up with a yawn and a stretch in his giant bed. If he has a concubine, kisses her on the forehead then sends her back to her room. If he has an Empress, kisses her on the forehead and lets her sleep.
Starts the day off with morning calisthenics and workouts in his personal courtyard. It helps him wake up and hone his mind for the day.
When he's finished exercising, it's time for breakfast. This means a table loaded with all sorts of delicious and healthy food prepared by the palace chefs. He eats as much as he can of everything available while his advisors fill him in on important matters and anything else he needs to know. He doesn't act like he's listening most of the time, but I promise you that he remembers every word. Woe betide the advisor who forgets to mention something important; Qin is great at deducing matters for himself and will reprimand advisors who neglect to perform their duties properly. Really, the morning meeting is more for to prep the advisors for the day than him.
After breakfast is the most boring part of his day; paperwork. He sits at his grand table, pushing the paper back and forth, thinking of far more important stuff than the mundane bureaucratic tasks. Maybe he should just outlaw paperwork entirely. Eventually, he orders someone else to finish signing off on the documents while he moves on to something much more entertaining.
Honing his martial arts skills is undoubtedly one of the best parts of the day. Unfortunately, there is no one else in China, let alone his royal court, who could possibly be a worthy sparring partner for him, but the palace's esteemed martial artists do their best. They're really there to serve more as moving targets than actual opponents, and Qin often can't resist mocking them, but he never seriously injures them and they are well-compensated for their efforts.
Qin gets restless easily. He won't beat the crap out of his own servants, so he goes looking for excitement in the form of donning 'peasant' garb and sneaking off onto the city streets. He casually roams until he finds some alley where a crook or bully is harassing someone, then he lets his fist of justice fly. It's a fun workout, it helps keep the peace, and going out incognito allows him to see the state of the city for himself. Too bad he never even breaks a sweat.
In the early evening he holds court, listening to the problems presented to him by everyone from the beggars to the nobility. Sometimes his solutions make sense, and sometimes they are utterly insane. He hates being bothered by petty disputes, so if you've come to have him settle an argument over land inheritance, save your breath. He'll probably order you and your rival to duel to the death naked. There'll be no argument if there's no one to argue with, right? Fortunately for you he won't actually enforce this. Just get out and stop wasting his time.
After this is when Qin gets to the meat of his royal duties, issuing decrees, working out problems he found in the earlier paperwork, and meeting with generals and leaders to discuss military strategy. He's definitely more of a 'big picture' person, and he's fine with leaving the less significant details to others. He also doesn't hesitate to make hard decisions, even if it comes down to weighing one group of lives against another. He's a whole other person when planning war tactics, and his advisors know to stay on their toes. Many former advisors have found themselves banished from the city after making a bad suggestion in the war room.
He usually has a light lunch, more of a snack, while he's on the go, so by the time dinner arrives he's starving. He loves to entertain his court over food, and most nights he invites several nobles to join him at the feast and enjoy the evening's entertainment; usually in the form of a jester, dancers, or music.
After dinner it's time for his bath. Usually a servant is present to help scrub him and hand him towels, but if there's a dilemma he hasn't found a solution to yet, he'll bathe alone and use the time to meditate. There's nothing quite as calming to him as steaming hot water with the aroma of dried herbs and flowers.
Afterwards, it's time to wind down for the night. He might call his concubine/Empress to his rooms, or might not. He falls asleep within seconds without a care in the world, secure in the knowledge that no one in the kingdom could ever pose a threat to him. Of course, that doesn't mean there are no stupid assassins who attempt to kill him from time to time. Like everything else, he greets this as a fun challenge, and his guards are under strict orders NOT to stop any intruders so he can enjoy demolishing them himself.
@hopefulgirlthings Here is your request!! This was nice to dive deeper into my understanding of Qin. I think he's an interesting guy.
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror#snv#qin shi#qin shi huang#headcanons#record of ragnarok headcanons
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Champagne Problems
Bartender!Bucky x Reader
Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.
W/C: 4,642
Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption
A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!
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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.
When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.
“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.
You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.
“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.
You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.
The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.
By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.
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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.
“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”
You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.
You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.
“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”
With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.
There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.
“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.
You smiled and rolled your eyes.
“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.
“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”
“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.
He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.
He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.
“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.
You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.
“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.
“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”
You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.
“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.
“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.
“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.
You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.
“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”
His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.
“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.
“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.
“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?
“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”
He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.
“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”
“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”
You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.
The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.
You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.
Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.
“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.
“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.
Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?
“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.
Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.
“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started
“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.
“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.
You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.
Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.
You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.
“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”
“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.
“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”
“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.
You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.
“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.
Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.
“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”
“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.
“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”
“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”
“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”
Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.
“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”
“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.
“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.
He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.
“You okay?”
“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”
“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”
Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.
��Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”
You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.
“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”
“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”
“What about the bar?”
“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”
“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.
You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.
“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”
“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”
“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.
You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.
“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”
“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.
“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.
You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.
“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.
You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.
You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.
Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.
“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.
You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.
“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.
“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”
“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”
You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.
Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.
“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.
You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.
“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”
You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.
“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.
“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”
“Me too.”
With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”
You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.
Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.
“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.
“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.
“I don’t have a condom”
“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.
Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.
“See somethin’ you like?”
He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.
“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.
You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.
“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”
You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.
“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”
You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.
“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”
He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.
“You good?” He asked.
“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.
“Can I move or do you need a second?”
“No, you can move, please move.”
One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.
“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.
He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.
Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.
“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”
Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.
“I’d like that”
You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.
#missys writing challenge#bucky barnes x reader#bartender!bucky#fake dating#marvel fic#marvel au#marvel x reader#smut#bucky barnes fic#fluff#slight angst
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