#he’s just a lil guy and all the counselors love him

[douceurrrr]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 | 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

— you and camp counselor!ethan gets lost in the woods.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | kissing, lil rough, doggy, fucked over table, begging, ethan’s pull out game being strong, oral (f), enemies to lovers

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the sounds of cricket and owls fills your ear as you and ethan walk around the wood, branches cracking with each step. “I’m pretty sure we’re going in circles.” ethan huffed. “why do you say that?” you asked, following close behind him. “uh because we passed this tree like three time already.” he replied with an attitude.

you had first met ethan when you were interviewing for the open camp counselor position, you hadn’t got accepted to any colleges after high school and you needed a job so a camp counselor was like your last resort. ethan was smart enough for college but needed a job to pay for books and stuff. at first ethan wasn’t all that bad but he slowly became a dick.

“I thought you said you ‘knew’ where we were going.” he said with air quotes, glancing angrily at you. “I know where we’re going… maybe.” you told him with a nervous smile. “maybe? dude we’re lost and it’s your fault.” ethan says, shaking his head in disbelief. “oh my god, calm you whiny ass down.” you said making him even more angry. “oh I’m sorry your highness but do you know where the fuck we are right now?” he says with sarcasm. i mean at least you guys had flashlights.

“from now on we listen to me, not your shitty directional skills.” you fought the urge to beat his ass right then and there. “who pissed in your cereal this morning?” you said, rolling your eyes. ethan didn’t reply and just kept walking. “answer me, landry. what the fuck is your problem.” you said, pushing his shoulder. ethan sharply turned around. “my problem is obviously you, ever since I started working here you’ve been giving me shit for no reason.” ethan says and started walking again.

you shook your head. “no I haven’t.” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows. “ouu denial, I love it.” he says, sarcastically. “oh fuck off, landry.” ethan chuckled in reply making you blood boil. “you seriously have a complaining problem.” you mumbled but he obviously heard you. “I’ll complain if I want to, it’s better than hearing you talk.” he replied. you scoffed and kept walking.

“whatever, are we even going the right way dickface?” you asked with a smug look on your face. ethan just pointed somewhere so you pointed your flashlight to where he pointed to reveal a sign saying camping grounds

with a arrow pointing to the right. “trust me now?” ethan says, not earning a reply from you, you began walking in front of him. “holy shit.” ethan gasped, looking at your leg. “ethan don’t fuck with me right now.” you said, standing still in fear. “you have a medium sized cut on the back of your leg.” ethan told you. you turn your body to see behind you leg and lord behold there was blood running down your leg and onto your sock. “you must’ve done that when we went through the bushes, how did you not feel that?” he says, looking closely at the cut.

suddenly Ethan starts to walk towards you with his arms out. “whoa what are you doing.” you say, stepping back from him. “come on, I’ll carry you to the camping grounds and get my first aid kit.” he says, walking towards you again only for you to back up again. “don’t put your filthy hands on me, landry.” you warned knowing damn well you wanted the opposite. “stop being a brat and come on.” he huffed in annoyance but you finally gave in, letting him pick you up in bridal style and carry you towards the camp.

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once he reached the camping grounds with you in his arms, he walks into the wooden room and sits you down on a table with your flashlight beside you. “I’ll go get the first aid kit.” ethan says before walking away into another little room. when he came back, he had the kit in his hand. he opened it, taking out two alcohol pads and a bandage. “this is gonna hurt.” he muttered as he opened a alcohol pad.

“fuck.” you hissed, grabbing ethan’s hand in reflex as ethan placed the alcohol pad on your wound. once ethan was done cleaning the wound he placed a bandage on it. once he looked up at you to see you looking at him with smug look. “what? you want me to kiss your boo boo?” he cooed, teasingly. ethan didn’t earn a reply from you so he leaned down and kissed your leg making you hiss. “you kissed it too hard landry.” you complained. even if you “hated” ethan, the kiss made your heart flutter a bit lot.

“thanks.” you said, lowy. ethan looked at you teasingly with his hand behind his ear, “what? say that again.” he says, acting like he couldn’t hear you. you rolled your eyes before speaking again, “I said thank you, landry.” you huffed.

ethan smiled, knowing he had won. “no problem, I told you I can be nice.” he chuckled.

you scoffed. “could’ve fooled me.” you grinned. ethan then looks down at his hand, noticing you still holding it. “ah you’re still holding my hand.” he says shyly. you muttered a sorry and looked down at your lap. “no it’s okay.” ethan whispered as he got closer to you. you didn’t noticed how close he was until you lifted your head back up to look at him, you could feel his breathing on you face. “look I’m sorry for being a asshole.” he look genuine and apologetic, you couldn’t be mad at that. “it’s okay, I was a bit of an asshole too.” you replied. ethan’s face started to get hot at the closeness between you two. “i-i don’t think I’ve ever been this close to you.” ethan whispered.

you couldn’t take it anymore and leaned forward to capture his lips on your. ethan’s hand comes up to rest on you waist as your hand come up to his hair, raking through it. “fuck.” ethan groaned when he pulls away. “since day one I’ve had a crush on you.” he confesses and you look at him surprisingly.

“I’ve tried to hide it but I can’t get enough of you.” he didn’t even give you time to respond when he smashes his lips against yours with a moan. he then pulls away again to say something else, “and I’m sorry about that time with the volleyball and I’m also sorry about the time I-”

“- just kiss me, landry.” you cut him off with a lustful kiss. you run your fingers through his hair, earning the sinful sounds from him. while you were in the kiss, you trail your other hand to the flashlights that was next you and turned them off so no one could see you two were in there. the kiss started to get steamy as ethan started touching you more. “mm wait ethan, m’all sweaty.” you whined as ethan started to kiss down your neck. “I don’t care.” he says into your neck.

after a little while, you push him back to discard your shirt. “cute bra, but we won’t be needing it.” ethan says. you then unclip the back of your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. “there, happy?” you smirked at the look on ethan’s face, he looked like a kid in a candy store. “very.” he says before bringing his hands to your tits, massaging them. your head threw back in ecstasy. he then decided to take it up a notch and started sucking on your nipples, earning more sounds from you.

“fuck landry, i guess you could do more things with that mouth than talk sh-” he cuts you off, biting down in your nipple which made you squeal. “take your shorts off, y/n.” he says seriously. you were amused by his tone. “hmm no.” you smirked. ethan scoffed, knowing what you wanted. “you’re really going to make me beg?” you nodded with a smile.

“please y/n, please take off your shorts.” you let out an satisfied hum, lifting your hips to take off your shorts. ethan sucked in his breath when he saw your black lacy underwear. “take that off too.” he groaned when you hooked your finger under the band, pulling them down. ethan then pulls your legs apart to rest onto the table. you gasp when you feel his tongue run across your slit, sliding the flat of it over your clit before swirling around it. you try to do something with your thighs but he has you pinned.

“fucking hell, landry.” you whisper, not wanting to be too loud. your head shoots back as the coil in your stomach starts to get intense. you place your fingers through ethan’s hair, pulling it before he moans into your cunt. he pays extra attention to your clit, sucking and swirling on it. ethan then pulls away, not taking it anymore. “shit bend over.” ethan whines. you do what he says, hoping off the table and bending over it. you hear a buckle rattling as ethan takes off the dumb khakis they made the boys wear. you felt the head of his cock slip through you slit and into your cunt, stretching you out.

“shit landry, you never gave off big dick vibes but i stand corrected.” you moaned as ethan started thrusting at a good pace. he hiked your right leg on the table, making him go deeper. the coil in your stomach started to progressively increase as ethan’s speed increased. “shit.” he grit, clawing at your hips. ethan’s head leaned back with his eyes closed, he was in heaven. “fuck landry, m’gonna cum.” you warned before he increased his thrust, helping you get there. with a couple of fuckfuckfuck’s you came around him, breathing heavily. ethan was right behind you, thrusting like his life depended on it. “holy fuck.” he pulls out, cumming all over your back.

ethan helped you get off the table and kisses you, passionately. “maybe we should sneak out often and have some fun.” you smirked at him, batting your eyelashes. as ethan gets his clothes back on he replies with a nods then leaves to find something to clean the cum off your back.

from then on, you stopped hating him.

#ethan landry x oc #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #scream #scream 6 ethan landry #fanfic #imagine #scream 6 #ethan landry x black!reader #black!reader #woc #ethan landry x you

[ma1dita]

🐥 okay but how about a lil something based off of lyrics from 18 by Anarbor

So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them

Show them you're all grown up

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you're in luck

And I know it's just a phase

You're not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents, baby

Piss off your parents

That's alright with me

dionysus!reader just turned 18 and is proving to her dad that she's all grown up but D won't listen cuz she's the only girl child he has so she dates the golden boy of camp, Luke Castellan to piss off her dad which he doesn't approve bcs well, he's his father's son

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: yall know i love a dionysus!reader. in a world where rick didn't write children's books, luke castellan would've had tattoos and definitely fucked. anyways suggestive content ahead!!

wc: 692

You were only going to date Luke Castellan to prove a point.

You’re 18 now, and it’s about time that daddy dearest takes you seriously. Being Dionysus’ only daughter meant that you were essentially kept under lock and key, and it was so unfair in the grand scheme of things—there’s inhibitions inside you that beg to be set free… It’s not your fault. Might as well hit him where it hurts—so you went for the bane of Mr. D’s godly existence, also known as Luke Castellan.

It’s not your fault that your dad’s temper drove you to the doorstep of Cabin 11, twirling your hair between your fingers as you waited to see their cabin counselor. He sauntered over to the door with a half-grin on his face, slinging his arm to lean against the doorframe as he hovers over you. It’s not often that Camp Half-Blood’s princess comes asking for a favor. You always get what you want, even without asking, so it was a surprise to hear you give him the proposition of being in a fake relationship.

Truthfully, there was nothing in it for him. He’s a nice guy, and Luke just loves to piss your dad off. To outsiders, there was nothing that made more sense than Mr. D’s little girl dating the camp hero–Luke’s hand gripping your waist like it’s a vice and you pressing kisses onto his jaw and neck unlike the innocent girl everyone thought you were. Holding hands in public, sucking face at the bonfire, playing house with the campers—it was all part of a show that everyone adored, all except for Mr. D.

Your dad saw straight through it—hating that you had to pick a son of Hermes, hating the reality of his daughter entangling herself with the older boy who’s innate nature is to trick and deceive and penetrate through the many defenses your father set to protect you. It’s his fault for raising you to make everyone eat out of the palm of your hand. You always get what you want, and even daddy’s little princess isn’t safe from the wiles of that scar-faced sucker. It was a losing battle, even for the god of insanity—poor guy pulling at his graying hair at the conduct report Chiron put on his desk a few weeks later. 

Getting caught in the stables with Luke’s hand up your skirt and your soft hands grazing the tattoos along his torso wasn’t necessarily part of the plan. The two of you were moving hay bales for the pegasi and it was hard work (that you made Luke do as you sat pretty on an overturned bucket). He was glistening with sweat, lifting his shirt to wipe his mouth—revealing the cascading tattoos along his ribcage and infiltrating your mind with other things he could put his mouth to if he wanted. 

Who are we kidding—you want Luke Castellan, and you’ll be damned if you don’t have him right now.

All it took was scrunching up the hem of your denim skirt over your crossed legs and smiling at him in the sunlight and he was on you—twisting and writhing in hay as you kissed like your lives depended on it, even without an audience. The grins on both your faces signaled that neither of you cared, him grabbing the plush of your ass and you raking your nails up the back of his neck. Luke presses kisses into your collarbone, whispering things your dad would smite him for, but to you, it was like he was putting in the password to your untapped thirst. Ecstasy was about to unfurl with how his fingers played with the band of your underwear, tiny noises and nods letting him know he was doing everything right. It’s not your fault, really—you just want to prove a point!

But then the both of you were caught red-handed by a satyr, lips kiss-swollen and giggling at how he unraveled you so quickly. A conduct report was filed, but it didn’t stop Luke from finding new ways to unlock your deepest desires.

Besides, picking at locks is part of Luke’s expertise, among other things.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩ #luke castellan x reader #made by ma1dita ♥︎ #luke castellan x dionysus!reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader

[kimbap-r0ll]

Thought up another one!

this one is illumi,

illumi realizing he’s in love but there is internal conflict within himself not just due to his family but his own emotions and thought if he can even bring balances / if he was what you want. A lil Angst and comfort? You can change it around and everything if ya want I don’t mind. I just like givin prompts lol. And if you’ve done illumi for a similar request or exact same can you do meruem , shalnark or Franklin if you write any of them.

Ooh, I have no idea if I had a similar request because I wrote so much and forgot to update my masterlist haha! However, I'll just write some for all of the characters because why not. Thank you for the request!

Illumi, Shalnark, Franklin, Meruem — Internal Conflict about love

Illumi

Unless you were arranged to marry him, he will be in a serious conflict with himself. Sure, the Zoldycks need a good heir, but Illumi knows himself that he's not meant for the title of Zoldyck head. Because of this, he probably has a bad thought that he shouldn't have interest in a love interest or *gasp* marriage. However, here he is wondering why his heart beats when you talk to him, why he can't see you getting hurt (unless it's training but :/)

I feel like, in a horrible sense, his first instinct is to try and kill you. If you're gone that means he won't have to go through the hurdles he has every night thinking about you. But he can't bring himself to do it. If it gets to the point he can't bear it, he might go through with it

He won't dare bring it up to his mother or father, but if his grandfather realize something's up he might have to talk to him. Zeno is definitely the more chill guy in the family, which means Illumi might be able to convince you to join the Zoldycks if you weren't invited already. The hardest obstacle would be Kikyo, but that's for later

Overall I feel like you would be able to see the internal conflict more than he would like to admit. He's staring at you for really long (concerningly long) times, he talks to you even harsher than before, etc. If you want to live, either cut ties with him or try to convince him love isn't a bad thing

Shalnark

I feel like he doesn't actually mind love that much, he just gets conflicted if you're a civilian or if you're someone he targeted originally. Think enemies to lovers

He would also try to murder you :/ but he might consult Chrollo first. Shalnark will never tell anyone about his crush, especially Feitan or Phinks. However, Chrollo is a mediator for the team and ultimately the only person in the troupe that probably knows what romance is (but it's only from books haha). This means you might be saved by Chrollo's recommendation to Shalnark that love isn't bad

Shalnark will be frank with you on his occupation as a world-renowned criminal. He doesn't want you to fall in love with someone who isn't him, and he wants to give you one more chance before he wants you to be his. If you leave, that means he'll just go on with his daily life. However, if you decide to stay, he might force you to move to Meteor City for "your safety"

You'll not be able to tell he's conflicted because of how he's just so good at hiding emotions. He's smiling, laughing as he usually does. However, something's off. You can tell he's watching you more intently than before while you're back is turned, almost like he's debating throwing a needle in your head.

Franklin

He's honestly also super chill about love, like it's hard to find him conflicted. However, the only time he would be conflicted would be if he found out you're just a regular civilian who could be subject to unneeded visitors from the Hunter Association or the mafia. He doesn't want to see you get hurt

Won't resort to violence! He'll sit down and talk to himself before talking to Chrollo about the matter. Similar to Shalnark's logic, Chrollo's the counselor and leader of the team. He wants to know if he should tell you about his feelings or if it's better for your well-being to not say anything.

Franklin eventually tells you. He tells you in a secluded and quiet environment just what he really does. He tells you he understands if you disagree with him, if you want to run away and tell the police (though this means he might have to resort to violence), but in the end he wants you to be safe. If you leave, that'll be the end of you two's relationship. If you stay, he'll be grateful and tell you he'll always make sure you're safe.

You could probably tell he liked you and had this internal conflict. He started to blush more and he would be quiet around you more than he did before. If you ask him before his big reveal, he'll originally deny these feelings

Meruem

Assuming you're Komugi, he goes through the entire Chimera Ant Arc and doesn't tell you until you two are literally dying :/

However! If you aren't the gungi genius then how this starts might've been similar. Meruem might've had you explain some human concepts to him or maybe he kept you around because it seemed like you had potential for something the ants would need. Nonetheless, his feelings were pure accident.

This leads to him having a conflict that all the rest of the royal guards can see. Pitou won't really mind the king's sudden interest in you, though Pitou might feel it's a little strange how such a weak person like you stayed alive for more than a few hours next to Meruem. Then there's Youpi, who could care less about who the king likes. This guy thinks as long as you aren't a threat to the king's power, no worries. The issue is Pouf. He'll try to convince Meruem you're worthless and whenever Meruem goes through the "should-I-kill-y/n" Pouf will advocate for your death :/. Meruem finds himself never following through this though, so at some point he just stops asking out loud

You will see the conflict in real time, also hear from him about his emotions. He doesn't actually tell you he loves you since he doesn't really know what "love" means. He'll tell you what he's feeling, and then tell you with no corners cut that sometimes he feels like he should kill you (seriously what is with these ants). Give him some time, he'll learn eventually that he's going through a crush and nothing that will kill him (until Netero happens but -_-)

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hxh headcanons #illumi #illumi x reader #shalnark #shalnark x reader #franklin #franklin x reader #meruem #meruem x reader #illumi headcanons #shalnark headcanons #franklin headcanons #meruem headcanons #ask box

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Happy birthday Ben hopefully you'll get MORE CLOTHES

Some hcs for him <3

-He has a hard time shopping because of his size thats why he just has the same clothes :") It doesn't help that he...yk...doesn't really like shopping either 💀 (Ik this isn't the real reason but idc). He has a hard time finding shoes too 😔

-fastest writer in the gang because after his injury sometimes he would need to write to communicate and he needed to learn how to write quickly and efficiently.

-A little superstitious and got stressed af when Aiden would do those "ghost challenges" (like saying Bloody Mary in a mirror in the dark or Charlie Charlie or whatever) 😭

-He can fall asleep in like 5 seconds and he's a deep sleeper too. You better not bother him or I'll throw hands :) LET HIM SLEEP

-insect fan :) Just lil guys tryna do their thing...so misunderstood...just like him...Of course his favourites are ladybugs ;D He feels like he needs their good luck!

-he's tried writing before too besides drawing but he doesn't enjoy it as much. Also type of guy who doesn't care if people can see him sketching in his journal...the opposite of us LMAO

-good poker face since he's constantly repressing his emotions 🫠 if only he knew how to play...

-hes so fluffy. Lil soft guy. Say nice things to him pls. It makes him gooey. Marshmallow of a boy. He loves compliments 🥹

-Has a lot of scars from street fighting, mostly on his hands and arms.

-he has a counselor at school he goes to when he gets really upset. Usually Aiden goes with him as a...precaution.

-Ngl I think he'd be SOOO into Studio Ghibli movies and he'd cry watching all of them (kind of a romantic too)

-Likes blowing those lil party horns for birthdays and new years it enriches him.

-Mild phobia of fire that developed after he found that the gang had attacked and burned his house.

-His favourite food is sammiches :)

-When Lily was a baby, he used to sing her lullabies to help her sleep, and sometimes she would fall asleep under his arm if he was holding her.

I love him :D

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon) #ben clark

[bigoltrashpile]

Hallo, can I get the skeles with an s/o that does not have a very healthy lifestyle? they don't usually leave the house, watch tv/play videogames for hours, don't have a balanced diet and are generally lazy, could be due to depression and really bad self esteem issues.... I know most of them probably wouldn't want an s/o like that but damn, I just wanna live the dream bro 😓 also.. you're pretty cool

Hey, don't put yourself down like that! There's someone for you, I promise!

Mafiatale Sans: Oh that's a mood for sure. He knows how it feels to only want to laze around because it doesn't feel like anything is worth moving. However, he also knows that it's not good for you. Though he definitely will indulge in shitty eating and lazing around, he'll drag you around on some of his errands and little adventures. Not only that, but he'll also take a leaf out of Papyrus's book and encourage you to feel better!

Mafiatale Papyrus: Papyrus has dealt with Sans's nonsense his whole life, he knows how to help! He'll gently encourage you to get up and eat a vegetable every now and then. If you don't feel like getting out of bed, never fear! He'll scoop you out of bed and carry you until you feel better!

Mafiaswap Sans (Lucky): Even if Lucky doesn't understand the feeling, he knows his brother feels the same as you most of the time. So he'll do what he does with Slim: be there for you whenever you need him! He won't try to force you to feel better, that's never going to work. But he'll definitely get you out of the house more, help you make friends and build a support system! But he can definitely be persuaded into staying in bed with you sometimes, turning a depressed morning into a wonderful cuddle session!

Mafiaswap Papyrus (Slim): Oof, that hits too close to home for him. If you tell him how much you don't like your lifestyle, he'll realize that he's maybe a bad echo chamber for you. He'll do his best to change himself for you! He'll "coincidentally" be going out for a walk (no matter how much it shocks Lucky) when you have free time, and encourage you to come with him, buy better food, and maybe even try to get you to talk to a therapist! Until you do, he's always there for you, honey.

Mafiafell Sans (Butch): Yikes, he may not be the best guy to help with this. He definitely has the same habits, but he'll want to help in any way he can. He might help you find a counselor or therapist of some kind, maybe even go to one himself. Stars knows he needs one. If you don't want to though, he'll definitely help with the self esteem. He thinks you're the cutest lil thing in the world, and he's gonna let you know it!

Mafiafell Papyrus (Noir): Though he may not be the most gentle or understanding, Noir will certainly do his best! He loves you, and a few less than healthy habits aren't going to change that! He exercises every morning, and though you may not want to, he'll certainly try to drag you out for a walk in the mornings. Exercise is good for human's health, he thinks, maybe this is a start?

Mafiaswapfell Sans (Scar): Ah, his time has come. He knows all too well what depression looks like, he saw it all the time Underground. He'll instantly see that you need help when you never go outside, laying in bed and losing track of time. If you let him, he'll help you make a schedule that gets you interacting with people more, getting you out of the house, and eating better. If you don't, though, that's okay too. He wants you to be happy more than anything, and if being a listening ear is what you need, that's what he'll be. Even if he doesn't have ears.

Mafiaswapfell Papyrus (Hound): He knows all too well what depression and low self esteem feels like. Even though he doesn't know how to help very much, all he can do is offer his love. Your love helped him, so hopefully his love can help you! He'll tell you how much he loves you, bad habits and all, and help you see the beauty of life. If he can do that, hopefully it will help you!

#my garbage #writing #sans #papyrus #depression mention #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale #undertale imagines #mafiatale #mafiaswap #mafiafell #mafiaswapfell

[the-egg]

See Me as I Am

Tags: Hurt/ comfort, lil angsty, implied smut, no use of Y/N, couple swears :^

Based on a request here: https://www.tumblr.com/the-egg/724847770180239360/yippee-could-you-write-a-miguel-x-gn-spider-fic?source=share

Summary: How far will you and Miguel go to hurt each other just to say I love you?

Word Count: 4k

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Location: Earth 973

Report: The Prowler from Earth 324 was seen breaking and entering into Alchemax at approximately 11:15 p.m. Two Spiderpeople were sent to support the local Spiderman.

Anomaly capture: In Progress…

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Atop the rooftop of the esteemed science and research facility during the late hours of the night were three Spiderpeople hidden from plain sight. While that sentence may have rhymed smoothly, the plan these superheroes made could have been anything but smooth.

“Okay,” you said, calling attention to yourself after you had gotten formalities out of the way, “Our best method right now is to sneak in through the roof and head in three different directions. We can throw the Prowler off and subdue them from three different angles.”

The local Spiderman nodded his head, eager to collaborate and earn his place in the Spider Society. Unfortunately, Miguel wasn’t too keen on going with one of your plans, but he rarely ever was.

“Really? A sneak attack with the Prowler?” Miguel mocked, pinching his brow between his fingers. “A sneak attack wouldn’t work against an anomaly with heightened senses.”

You rolled your eyes at him before snapping your fingers.

“Shoot, you’re right! If only we were a team of highly trained superheroes who knew how to move without making a sound— Oh wait—”

Miguel lightly shoved his hand onto your face, groaning at your antics as he directed his attention to the other Spider.

“Don’t listen to them. What we need is a direct attack facing the Prowler head-on. They can’t take all three of us at once, and there is no point wasting time trying to attack from a blind spot.”

Spiderman put his finger up to provide his input, but you quickly swiped the hand away from your face to interject.

“Need I remind you that the reason we were sent to help in the first place was due to the anomaly’s unnatural agility and strength?” You cocked your brow at Miguel. “You’re underestimating the anomaly again.”

“I am not underestimating the anomaly!”

“Then explain last week.”

While you two kept bickering away at one another over this petty little argument, Spiderman heard sensor after sensor going off inside the building. The Prowler was still on the move, and they would get to the reactor in no time. While Spiderman didn’t think he would be playing counselor today, he just had to hope that the two of you would kiss and make up before he billed you for this session.

“Umm…guys?” Spiderman’s voice broke through the argument. The two of you turned to him, unintentionally directing angered glares toward him. “How about you—” He pointed at Miguel— “face the Prowler head-on while we sneak from behind and attack when they’re distracted?”

Like a tantrum child being offered what they want, the angered faces lifted to delight.

“Finally, a voice of reason here,” Miguel complimented as he agreed to the new plan. Your eye twitched at his comment, but you agreed with the rookie nonetheless. Using a plan created out of compromise, the three of you successfully captured the anomaly, recruited the new Spiderman, and went off your merry, separate ways.

That was until your paths would crash into each other again.

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It was difficult for Miguel to understand how much you cared for him.

Every remark or reminder you made out of love was taken as criticism or a reprimand.

"Hey Miguel," you called out from below his platform. "You’ve been up there for a few hours, so I brought you something to eat." You waved a bag of food from the cafeteria at him even though he wasn’t looking at you.

Miguel sighed and pinched his brow in frustration.

"What I need right now is a partner. An employee. I don’t need someone to parent me every time I do something you don’t approve of," he huffed as he refused to look down at you. Your shoulders sagged at his harsh tone, not meaning to come off as a parent when you offered him food.

"I wasn’t trying to act like that. I just wanted to make sure you’re all right—"

"Well, I am! Thanks for the check-up! You can go now!" he argued as he talked in an eerie tone, like the calm before the storm. Unfortunately, you didn’t bring an umbrella, so you left before it started to thunder.

Sighing, you clutched the bag of food you so desperately wanted to share with him as you headed over to sit with the younger Spiderpeople like your friends Hobie and Pavitr. You ate and laughed alongside your friends as you had a heart-to-heart with some of the people you cared about.

It would be nice if you could have a heart-to-heart with someone you loved though.

===

Miguel was in love with you. He knew that. Lila knew that. But it was difficult for you to understand how much he cared for you. He couldn’t understand why he had such a short temper when it came to you. Why would he snap when you did something remotely kind to him? Dare he say it’s because you tore his walls down?

You and Miguel used to be so close. Partners on the battlefield and friends on the grass hills. Your battle techniques, strength, and determination were all admirable skills that he admired and even loved. Things between you two dropped off after he found out about his other, happier, self over in another dimension.

You were skeptical of his decision to take a dead man’s place, but to be the person to wipe that smile off his face would kill you. It killed you even more that all the time in the world with you could never seem to make him smile the way his new family did. Even when your friendship grew further apart your feelings toward him remained the same. If having this new family would make him happy, then so be it; it was when his attitude started affecting your happiness that made it difficult for you two to see eye to eye.

To you, he cherished the love of his family so much that he had little room in his heart to share that love with you.

To him, he was so worried that keeping you in his life would tempt him to stray away from his new spouse to continue his family with you. You had a way of alluring him, a skill that not even you seemed to understand that you possessed. A way to make him feel like he was at home when he wrapped his arms around you after a tough mission. A way to make him feel comfortable as he shared a warm meal in the familiarity of your home, your bedroom.

Unfortunately, that was a one-time deal. You, the person who felt like having a relationship with the man who just so happened to be your boss would be a terrible idea if something went wrong. Miguel was a man who believed that you were his metaphorical canon event to a happy ending that he could love and cherish in his own timeline.

While this left you two heartbroken, to stay apart would be a heavier burden, so despite better judgment, you stuck together until Miguel decided to “move on.”

After he had lost his family, he was practically a different person than the man you had known to love.

Fighting strategies were met with taunts. Opinions were met with threats. The worst was when he said he wished he could fire you after you told Gwen and Hobie to go against Miguel’s orders during a mission.

Fortunately, when Miguel spat sparks, you lit matches.

It was a delicious love that turned toxic with the growing silence between you two.

If either one of you decided to have a heart-to-heart in this state, it would be fair to assume combustion would occur.

===

It hadn’t been less than ten minutes before Jessica informed you that Miguel wanted you in his office. You knew it was about your little argument earlier. The conversation-to-be was practically rolling in your head as you made your way to him. This song and dance had been done before.

"Do you want to explain why you went against my judgment in front of the new recruit? Again?" He will say with his back facing toward you as he makes his dramatic, slow descent to ground level.

"Because it wasn’t going to work?" You’ll answer, stating the obvious.

"You undermined my authority!" He’ll snap at you, finally turning to face you as his platform reaches the floor. There’s this look in his eyes that always lets you know when it’s the calm before the storm. He’d smirk at your comment as his eyelids go half-lidded like you were friends just joking around. You knew better.

"I uplifted your authority by showing how flexible you are as a leader," you defend yourself as you reuse the same line you did last time.

"Not as flexible as you were," he’d think to himself, but you never knew that. Then he would say aloud, "I’m disappointed in—

"You’re a disappointment to this team."

Wait. This wasn’t like before.

"What?" You muttered, taken aback by the break in continuity. A disappointment to this team? With your level of commitment, your motivation, and your power, you were seen as a disappointment? Well, a disappointment only to him.

"Every time I open my mouth, you always have something to say against it. You act like you’re on the same level as me. Like you can call the shots. I take you on missions with me so you can prove me wrong—" Lies— "and be the mature Spiderperson that everyone else sees you as, but you’re just the same!" His voice was practically booming by the time he was finished. You weren’t expecting this conversation to ever happen.

To you, it had become clear. He wasn’t just annoyed with you, he hated you, but you’d be a fool to get caught in your own webs.

"I am on the same level as you! I was with you from the very beginning, before Spider Society, before Gabriella, before you started acting like a complete asshole to everyone who cares about you! The only thing disappointing here is your lack of compassion for your team, especially for me!" you yelled, refusing to break eye contact with the man who seemed to hold nothing but discontent. Miguel narrowed his eyes at you, slowly stalking his way over to where you stood.

"With everything that I have gone through, did you really expect me not to change? If I started caring for people the way I cared for my family, I’d get weak! I’d lose my edge and allow an entire dimension to crumble!" You thought he was done after that. You thought he’d give you room to speak and remind him that he shouldn’t bear the heavy burden of losing his daughter. That no one knew what was going to happen. Despite your argument, you held the same softness you’ve always had for him, but he continued. "If I started caring for someone, I’d think that I can go against everything they say. Try to tell them when to eat and change their plans in front of a new recruit. I can’t allow myself to go soft anymore, and anyone else on the team who’s willing to stoop so low should just leave."

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

Tears pricked your eyes as your blood rushed to your face in embarrassment. He knew. He knew you still cared for him and still went out of his way to hurt you like this. With sadness turning to anger, you tried to bite your tongue and leave with your dignity intact, but your petty self had to leave with the last word.

By now, Miguel was a mere foot away from you, staring you down like he would an anomaly, but you refused to be seen as the enemy. You swallowed back the lump in your throat and prayed your voice would come out steady.

"Well then," you spoke softly, "Maybe I will. Just like how I left you alone in my sheets the morning after." You let the venom sink in as his eyes softened in pain. Eyeing him up and down, you took in the man you once knew so well, the one you still craved every night. Looking at this stranger in front of you, you wanted him to hurt as much as he was hurting you. "It’s good to know I made the right decision all those years ago."

This wasn’t an argument between fallen-out friends. This was a lovers' quarrel, but neither of them could seem to understand it. It was never just about their relationship as coworkers, in fact, there was never a time that it was.

You didn’t know that Miguel purposefully teamed up with you because he wanted a reason to talk with you, to fight alongside you.

He never knew you brought him food in hopes of having a conversation like nothing had ever changed.

Neither of you knew how much you meant to one another. It was difficult to see each other for who you were now when you both were stuck on the people you used to be.

===

You stormed down the halls refusing to look anyone in the eye, let alone acknowledge their existence. The only thing that existed in your reality was you, Miguel, and the ever-growing distance you wanted to put between you two. However, physical distance did nothing when it came to the emotional connection you two had.

Gwen and Pavitr were walking by with a newly captured anomaly when they saw you. Noticing your glossy eyes and shaking anger, they already knew exactly who had caused this.

Your feelings toward Miguel weren’t much of a secret to the Spider kiddos. While you never outright said anything to anyone about your feelings, you were an open book when it came to your emotions. Gwen found out from the way you would defend him whenever they talked about how scary and intimidating Miguel could be. Pavitr could easily read between the lines during your arguments with him. They knew how much you loved him, but the lack of proper communication between you two seemed childish, even for them.

They shared a look with one another as you walked by, and continued on their way to the Go-Home Machine.

===

"Well, that was super heartfelt," Lyla joked, appearing beside Miguel as he slowly made his way back to his platform. "I could really feel the love coming out of you when you spoke to them."

"Lyla…" He wanted to make some small quip, but all he could think about was the way your eyes looked when he insulted the way you loved him. Even though he didn’t understand how deep he was cutting, the wound was still there.

"I know, too soon, but do you know what I think is too late? Telling them you love them."

He winced, feeling his own eyes slowly grow blurry.

"Wipe your tears, big guy," Lyla encouraged, holding her same nonchalant tone. "I came to tell you that you’re needed at the Go Home Machine. Something went wrong, and Margo needs a little help."

Miguel rolled his eyes before pinching his brow, placing a hand on that slutty waist of his.

"Can’t you go and help?" He asked harshly, not wanting to be seen by anyone.

"I’m not the one who needs a breather. I feel like I’m being suffocated in here, and I don't even have lungs."

Wiping away the tears that threatened to spill, he reluctantly made his way out to resume his duties. He didn’t look at anyone as he walked by, let alone acknowledge anyone who gave him a greeting. This wasn’t abnormal behavior for him, though.

He walked by the vast cages of captured anomalies waiting for their turn to go home, until he heard a conversation that piqued his interest. Slowing down, he noticed Gwen and Pavitr off to the side as they placed an anomaly into one of the cages. Curiosity killed the cat the moment he heard your name roll off Gwen’s tongue.

"We caught this anomaly faster than they could get over Miguel," Gwen joked about your "unrequited" love.

"It’s sad, but I don’t think a confession is going to happen any time soon. Give it ten more anomalies, then maybe they’ll start treating each other nicely," Pavitr joined in.

Surprisingly, your love life was not an uncommon conversation between the Spider kids. There was always something that happened between you and Miguel that would be the next day's gossip among them. While they would be sympathetic toward you in these conversations, they couldn’t help but feel that your constant attempts to reconnect with him were pathetic. Of course, they would never say such a thing to your face.

"They’d really be cute together if they weren’t bitching each other out every time they talked to each other," Gwen admitted, locking the cage.

"Not to intrude, but it sounds like these people have chemistry, but they don’t know how to dilute their emotions to a base rather than acid. If they talked heart-to-heart, which by the sound of it, it isn’t very probable that would occur, they could stabilize their relationship. But, since that’s not going to happen, your friend should move on."

Gwen and Pavitr turned to the cage to see that the Dr. Octavius they captured was fully awake and very much engaged in their conversation. The doctor shrugged at their confused stares.

"I just thought I’d provide my input. It doesn’t mean you have to take it into consideration," Doc Oc continued.

Miguel couldn’t tell if his heart was crushed or if it had begun to bloom, but the heavy burden of guilt weighed it down. This was the first time the two had argued to this extent. It was so raw it hurt, but he knew that they had only scraped the surface of what years of disharmony had done to them.

"Hey Miguel, over here! Mind giving me a hand?" Margo called out from across the room, noticing Miguel slightly hidden behind a bundle of captured anomalies. At hearing Margo’s words, Gwen and Pavitr snapped their heads up to see Miguel’s tall frame staring them down. Their jaws dropped.

Shit, they’re gonna die.

While Miguel was furious at the way the kids talked about you, he’d be damned if he let an anomaly predict the downfall of his relationship with you. He tapped his watch to summon Lyla.

"I need you to help Margo. I have to go do something," he told her before heading back off to his office.

"It better not be something stupid!" Lyla yelled off after him, but she knew what he was about to do was probably one of the smartest choices he had made in a long time.

===

You were never going to abandon Spider Society, even if you weren’t on good terms with the leader. You did, however, plan on avoiding him at all costs till you died. It was the most logical explanation you could think of as you sobbed on the couch in your apartment. The argument kept replaying in your head, and you bid your time by reimagining the conversation if you had been honest with him. If you had been kind.

Being part of the Spider Society meant you had to be the bigger person, yet the words you threw at him were anything but. If you wanted to redeem yourself and grow, you needed to muster up the courage to go and apologize to him.

It was time to accept that things with him weren’t going to change. He wasn’t the same man you fell in love with, and you weren’t the same person he once adored.

While it was important that you apologized to him, you were still too busy being sad. You made a mental checklist in your head: Be sad, then go apologize. Solid plan.

As you sunk into the couch cushions to try and take a nap, the doorbell rang.

Fuck. Okay, pause that.

You checked the peephole before going to open the door. The moment you registered who was on the other side you froze. You had half the mind to pretend you didn’t hear him and go back to sleep, but you noticed something through your small, distorted view. Maybe it was the red rim around his eyes or the way he nervously shifted from foot to foot, but he seemed raw like a rose that just lost its thorns. Effortlessly beautiful, but lacking the edge to cause pain. It tempted you to open your doors to it, to touch the stem without fear, to cup the head of the flower with your palms before you leaned in—

Blinking away the remains of your tears, you unlocked the door.

Despite being the one to ring the bell, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights when you finally greeted him, not expecting you to be very welcoming of him at the moment.

Wordlessly, you moved to the side to let him in, and he did so with little hesitation. He followed you to the couch where he sat on the opposite side from you. As you tried to muster up the courage to speak, he was already a step ahead of you.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke, feeling the tension start to roll off his shoulders at his apology.

“No, I’m sorry—” You tried to say before he raised a hand to stop you.

“Please, let me finish,” he urged, his eyes pleading with you to not turn this into an argument. Agreeing, you kept your mouth shut. “I went too far. I was frustrated that you wouldn’t listen to me, and I decided to hurt you rather than talk to you.

You could tell Miguel was a bit uncomfortable opening his heart to you like this after all this time, yet your heart still warmed at his attempt.

“I don’t think you’re weak. You are one of the strongest fighters this team has ever seen and I don’t want you to stop being kind to others… kind to me.”

Your face flushed, but with his silence, you decided to speak.

“I’m sorry, too. What I said was cruel, and I shouldn’t have dug up the past like that. It’s just…” You took in a shaky breath, “…I miss the way we used to be and I feel like we won’t get to that place anymore.”

Miguel looked down, understanding where you’re coming from and remembering the conversation he overheard earlier.

“We aren’t the same people anymore, so I know that we’ll never go back to what we used to be, but I don’t believe that things can’t be fixed. I still want to keep our friendship.”

You smiled at his hope, you wanted to tell him that you still had feelings for him. That this wasn’t just about your friendship. If you two were going to have the first honest conversation after years of bitter rivalry, then you wanted to be on the same page.

“That’s not what I mean—”

“But I hope you understand—”

“I still love you,” you both confessed, taken aback by the confession of the other. Flustered yet determined, you continued,

“I still love you, but I feel like I don’t know you anymore.”

Miguel blinked away his surprise but didn’t hesitate to move closer to you on the couch. You slowly did the same.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve talked, but I’ve missed you even if I don’t really know you.”

Testing your boundaries, he reached his hand up to cup your cheek. Reveling in his affection, you leaned into his touch and took in a deep breath as you closed your eyes for a moment. You missed this. You missed him.

“Then let’s start over,” you suggested, holding the hand that held your face and giving it a small kiss before you brought it out in front of you. You shook his hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

Miguel chuckled as he went along with your ministrations.

“My name is Miguel O’Hara.”

You two lived your impromptu first date to the fullest learning everything about one another, the old and the new. You discussed clear boundaries, triggers, and how to better communicate from here on out as you shared a warm meal with him in the comfort of your home.

Miguel agreed that he wanted to take things slow with you. He didn’t want to rush into anything that made you uncomfortable and wanted to make a clear foundation so that you two could grow together rather than drift apart again. It was going to take time and hard work but no one said you two couldn’t have fun while you did it, even if that fun could be seen as a little too soon…

“So, what do you like to do?” you asked him as you sipped on drinks after dinner.

“You.”

===

It had been a long time since Miguel had slept in your bed. The covers were still the same soft material he knew. There were some new pictures on the walls he hadn’t noticed until now. It was hard to see anything other than you in the dark, not that he minded. It felt nice running his fingers down your body, feeling new battle scars, and taking note of any new mole or freckle that he hadn’t noticed before.

He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again. He loved holding you. Kissing you. Loving you. He loved the way you teased him. The way you cared for him. The way your eyes were like an open book of your emotions.

He wanted to make a new life with you in his own timeline, one chapter at a time.

When he woke up the morning after, he sighed and turned over to face your side of the bed. A small smile grew on his face as he felt his heart reignite with love.

After all the arguments you’ve had in the past and present, even after you bled each other dry.

There you were, warm under the sheets next to him the morning after.

You stayed.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #atsv fanfiction #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #spiderman 2099 spiderverse

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Lil thing for @akioukun 😚😚😚

Steve thought he knew Indiana.

Steve thought he knew the woods and what was in them since he’d grown up right on the edge of Hawkins’ treeline, but this wasn’t Hawkins.

This was a reserve so far up north that it was technically Michigan across the lake, and he was starting to wonder if he should regret saying yes. It already felt too much like The Evil Dead, being holed up in a cabin surrounded by forest and nothingness, waiting for the roots to jump out from the ground and swallow him whole. It already felt like he was falling through the floor when he stepped onto dirt from the porch.

Flashlight, check. Lanyard with keys, check. Affirming shoulder squeeze from Billy, check.

He tried not to think about it too hard. Distant noises were deer, not wolves; creatures that his footsteps warded off like gunshots. Anxiety thrummed in his blood just to make sure none of the kids had pot or tried sneaking out, and he wondered why he couldn’t be so naive anymore to think none of them ever would.

Night number eight, though, and still nothing worth talking about. A couple of beds were hiding lights under the covers to read. One girl was eating an apple outside and let Steve talk her into going back to bed by confessing that he was afraid of the dark too.

He went back into the counselor’s cabin between rounds, relaxing for a few minutes at a time. Billy was busy with preparations for the morning, but a few of the others were around until Steve could call it quits at two-thirty. Most of them had gone to bed by then. Dave, the camp operator and self-titled pack leader, stayed up to make sure Steve got back safe and sound. He was a hard-headed guy with a military background who denied Steve’s last several attempts to swap out midnight guard duty with someone else, but it could have been worse.

He could have been stuck without Billy at all—at home alone with no sense of purpose or belonging anywhere. Could have been stuck at the mall again with kids and parents twice as insufferable as the campers. They weren’t so bad even if he had to be up early to do it all over again. Having five more weeks with Billy outside of Hawkins wasn’t something he’d complain about.

“Oh, you’re home,” Billy said from the bottom bunk when Steve finally crept inside. Steve laughed and said yeah, he was, then leaned down for a kiss before heading off to shower. No ticks tonight either—lucky him.

In bed, finallyfinallyfinally, he leaned back and let Billy hold him tight. “I hate it.”

“I know you do, baby, it’s okay.” Billy’s fingers combed through his damp hair with the care and attention only a lover knew how to give. He whispered to avoid waking their two roommates. “But you’re back with me now. Nothing’s gonna get you. I’m right here, Stevie…”

That soft and croaky voice put him to sleep in no time at all, and the quiet really felt like peace.

“Hey,” Billy said.

“Hm?”

“I’ll meet you in the canoe shed tomorrow if you want.”

“What?” Steve wavered in the limbo between states of consciousness. “Why would—but… no, you—what?” Billy chuckled.

“Shh, shh… I just miss touchin’ you, that’s all. Now go to sleep.”

“Mmmokay. Love you.”

” Love you too, hot stuff.”

Steve smiled and went right back to sleep.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #.discowrites #billy x steve #steve x billy #alternate universe #ficlet #one shot #fanfic

[toomanybandstocare]

{A Night to Remember}

Program: A shattered heart, shot glasses, and strobing lights start your night of selfish love. If a certain ARC Trooper makes his desires known and shows his vulnerable side to win you over for the night, who are you to shoot him down? After all, tonight was supposed to be a night forgotten, and Jesse has made it one to remember.

Pairing: Jesse x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (a lil), Suggestive (a lil)

Length: 3231w

Warnings: Drinking, Make out sessions (brief and at the end), Pet name (mesh'la), Reader's lips are described as pretty once

Counselor Notes: lmk what you guys think :) i've been working on this one for awhile, and feel pretty good about it. until i hit writer's block towards the end, and i knew i needed to just finish it. might do a follow up where it's a date and show more of Jesse's vulnerable/softer side?

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Camper Tags: @staygoldwriting

“So, are you going to tell us what happened?” Kiva pointedly asks you from across the booth. The Nautolan rests his fingers on the amber filled glass. Not a single sip missing from glass the moment he heard you order your night’s vice with edge in your voice.

A night out at 79s always starts with heartbreak and ends with new friends. The club hums full of life as music pulses through the air and colored lights allow glimpses of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. Some tucked away as they press against the wall and focus on their partners for the evening.

“Stood up,” you exclaim and press the heels of your hands into your eyes. Leaning your elbows onto the table, you peer past your fingers and watch as your friends send looks of sympathy and grimaces of similar experiences. “No comm message. Didn’t even tell the people we were meeting up with at the party either, so they all just tried to cheer me up. At least I didn’t have to think about paying for my drinks. They were all so sweet and upset,” you groan.

“Will you finally listen to us and give a trooper a chance,” Jared nudges your side. His warm smile barely masks the mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

“No,” you grit out after taking one of your shots. A chorus of groans and protests fill the booth with glasses scraping the table. “Not for the reason you think though,” you’re quick to explain, “I just don’t want to use any of them to get over this jackass. Clones, especially, deserve authentic feelings and care. I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I hurt one of them just to make myself feel better for even just a parsec”.

After sharing your thoughts, you pull your eyes from where you’ve been fiddling with the shot glasses in front of you. Kiva and Jared look at you with fond smiles that wash away the remaining pinpricks of frustration nipping at your neck.

“That’s so sweet,” Jared hums.

“And such bantha shit,” Kiva concludes.

A surge of shock hits you as both your friends press into your sides and begin pointing out members of the GAR they know in the crowd tonight.

“104th’s in the back corner. Always made sure my needs were fulfilled and very attentive,” Kiva subtly points across the club. Each man decorated in gray plastoid has a carefree expression across their face, but the predatory glint in their eyes sends a shiver down your spine. The one with a scar across one eye solely focuses on his date. Confidence exudes from him as one hand rests securely on the Twi’lek’s waist.

Realization strikes and you snap your head to face Kiva with a confused look, “Wait, aren’t you with Fives?”

Neither man provides any clarity for you, and Jared hums in agreement with Kiva. He drapes one arm around your shoulders as his other hand comes up to tap his fingers in thought on his chin. “True, but I think our friend needs something more carefree and fun rather than all consuming and,” Jared pauses while a wolfish smile creeps across his expression, “possessive in all the best ways”.

“Then I think we’re in luck,” Kiva taps your chin to look in the direction of a group of men just entering. “Looks like the 212th is also planetside”.

“The who?” you look between your friends and let your eyes fall on the group. 

Both Jared and Kiva sigh at the same time, “You have so much to learn”.

“They’ll make you feel like you’re their life partner even if it’s only for the night,” Jared sighs and rests his head on yours.

It seems as if everyone in the room stops to admire or call out to the men still fully decked out in orange painted armor. Their helmets sit securely on their sides as their eyes scan the room. Each step is taken with purpose as they determine how the night will end. Brothers come up to them and slap their shoulder guards with congratulatory shouts. While most are excited for friends and dates to pull them away, on clone locks onto your both. A devastating smile tugs at his lips as he shoots a wink to your human friend before joining a group of troopers in blue at the bar.

“I somehow think he’s more interested in Jared,” you say and sink further into the booth cushions. Frustration mixes with the shot you throw back and stings the back of your throat. A warm tingling sensation washes over you with a bitter stab of defeat.

“As much as the 212th are passionate lovers, I don’t think they’re what you need for tonight,” Kiva snickers behind his glass. His eyes solely focus on something -- no someone -- at the bar as he takes a slow sip of whiskey.

You drag your gaze to follow Kiva’s, and to no surprise you find a certain clone with a lovestruck smile looking right back at him.

“The boys in blue are back home, baby,” Jared hollers, causing a couple of shouts to come from the trooper squad. 

You roll your eyes and grab Jared’s practically full glass as your own. “Here I thought we were trying to find me a date. Silly me,” you mutter. You wince as the flood of fruit liquor invades your tastes buds, and your friends pull away from the booth. Both quickly weave their way through the crowd to take their place by their trooper’s side.

“I am so glad to see you, cya’re,” Fives exclaims and pulls Kiva into a tight embrace.

As much as he wants to tease his brother for being the sap he is, Jesse can’t tear his gaze away from the one person left in the booth his brother’s partners came from. The flashing lights highlight the curve of your neck. Collarbones just peeking past the collar of your top, and the teasing glimpse makes Jesse bite his lip. His eyes trail across your facial features as he watches the straw of your drink rest on your bottom lip. The tip of your tongue lazily pulls it into your mouth as you take a deep breath before taking a sip. What does your sigh sound like?

“Who’s your friend, Kiva,” Jesse asks without looking away from you. Carefully assessing anyone who passes by your booth.

“You remember Jared, right,” Kiva barely pays him any attention as Fives presses his face into Kiva’s neck. Jesse can barely make out your name between the giggles falling from Kiva and mumbles from Fives.

Craning his neck, Jesse tries to make out what you’ve been drinking, but all the moving bodies block the glasses from sight. Excitement buzzing in his bloodstream as he pulls himself up from his seat. As he walks past the tangled, unofficial couple, Jesse arcs his arm over Kiva’s head to whack Fives with his hand.

“Di’kut,” Fives grumbles.

“Sap,” Jesse throws back over his shoulder.

With just a few steps, Jesse joins Rex, Cody, and Jared at their spots at the bar. Jared rests his fingertips on the top of Cody’s utility belt as the two clones catch up on their latest deployments.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I just had a question for Jared,” Jesse comes up beside where Rex sits. Cody raises an eyebrow and warily eyes Jesse.

“Shoot,” Jared faces Jesse. A smirk tugs at his lip as Cody’s fingers rest on one his belt loops.

“Your friend over in the booth,” Jesse nods in your direction. His posture stiffens at the sight of another clubgoer leans across the side of the booth and smiles at you. “What's tonight’s drink?” Jesse grits out. When the other patron lightly trails her fingers across your shoulder, a snarl pulls at Jesse’s mouth.

“Friend in the,” Jared’s words trail off when he looks back at you now laughing with the other patron. “I thought the plan was pretty clear,”Jared groans, “Shots of Corellian whiskey”.

A low whistle comes from Rex, “Shots? Even I won’t do that”.

“Get me a flight of Corellian shots,” Jesse grabs the bardroids attention. His words come out sharper than he intended, but his stomach knots as he watches you play with the woman’s braids.

“Plan?” Cody tugs at Jared.

“Afraid it’s a night to forget about an asshole,” Jared says and watches Jesse with amusement in his eyes. “Been trying to convince ‘em to give one of you boys a chance, but the thought of finding comfort with a trooper for just a night makes ‘em distraught”.

A soft expression falls on Rex’s face as his gaze shifts between the booth and his ARC trooper. “That’s actually sweet,” he hums and takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Biggest heart to ever love,” Jared nods, “but that also means the more pieces to pick up once it breaks”.

Rapping his knuckles on the bar, Jesse forces himself to take deep breaths. Not even waiting for the glasses to settle on the table, he takes a hold of the flights and walks over to your booth with determination. By the end of the night, he’ll do everything to make sure you’re only thinking about him. Tonight, you're his.

“How about another drink?” Elena asks. Her voice warm and inviting while her dark gaze causes your breath to hitch.

Before you can open your mouth to respond, another body slides into the booth. The metal flight of shots comes into the corner of your view on the table and a large hand rests on the apex of your thigh.

“Already taken care of,” a deep voice rumbles beside your ear.

Your body buzzes as the stranger’s warmth radiates from their body and presses into your back. Every deep breath they take slightly pushes you forward, but their other arm slithers around your middle to hold you tight to them.

“Next time then,” Elena winks at you and walks away.

Shallow breaths try to ease the sparks licking at your insides. Soft lips lightly trail across the curve of your shoulder as a deep chuckle fans hot breath across your skin. Flaming the bubbling heat coursing through your body.

Until your skin pricks from the lack of comforting touch all of a sudden. No longer wrapped up in their embrace as they pull away with a nervous laugh. “Sorry,” their words come out much softer. “I hope I didn’t come across too strongly, but I didn’t want to lose my chance to get to know you tonight”.

Thankfully, the abrupt sound of your body shifting around on the vinyl seat hides your small whine from the lost contact.

The moment your eyes meet the clone’s amber eyes, everything around you seems to fall quiet. You can just make out the faint shadow of a dimple at the corner of his plush lips in the dark lighting. Normally acts of flaunted confidence are received by an eye roll, but the way he leans in close enough just to give you an intoxicating taste makes you meet him halfway. One knee resting on the booth with an arm draped on the edge of the seat, his relaxed posture invites you to join him. Scooting closer, you lay your head on his arm and tentatively let your fingertips rest on his knee. His eyes widen with a growing smile at the sight of your flushed face, only for his eyes to darken when you trail your fingers across the plastoid guarding his thigh.

“Do I get to know who interrupted my chances of finding a date for tonight,” you try to ask with ease. Yet, the words seem to catch in your throat when his other hand returns to your leg.

“Why were you wasting your time searching when I’ve been in front of you the whole night,” Jesse’s voice is all but a low rumble. “Jesse,” he states with a firm squeeze to your thigh.

You bite your lip, desperately trying to hold the gasp trying to escape and breathlessly respond with your own name.

“Pleasure to meet you, Jesse,” you breathe out. Even with the dim lighting, you watch in glee as a soft blush kisses his cheeks. 

“Pleasure's all mine, mesh’la,” Jesse matches your softness. His eyes flicker across your face. The electric pull they have on you only draws you in closer as they flash underneath the neon lights. “Cheers, to a night to remember,” Jesse’s hand leaves your thigh to grab one shot for himself and offers you another.

You roll your eyes and shoot him a teasing glare, “Let me guess. Jared set you up to this? Bet he told you my favorite drink followed by how it’s a night to forget”. Your fingers graze against his own as you take the shot glass from him. What was once a playful expression fully intended to make him a little excited, your gaze cuts across the rim of your glass and through him as you easily take the shot.

No matter how many bruises from sparring matches or how many battlefields he’s willingly run into, a cold wave of dread hits Jesse as he holds your gaze. “No,” he stammers and quickly downs the shot to not be rude. Before it can clink against the table, Jesse’s rushing to continue: “Well, maybe. Kind of? I asked him about you”. Both his hands fly in the space between you two, trying to clear the air. Although he’s all too familiar with the thrill of the chase when meeting a new evening’s lover, Jesse’s stomach twists at the sight of your raised eyebrow. Swallowing the shiny like panic, Jesse tries to reign in his emotions. You’re an ARC trooper for kriff’s sake - get a grip on yourself. Body posture still relaxed, but leaning away. Fingers pressing into the table- twitching either for another drink or to grab your card holder to book it out of here. There has to be something.

“I,” Jesse wets his lips, desperately trying to make the words flow. All sense of control and confidence dissipates from him though once his eyes fall on your lips. There it is. Slight smirk pulling your pretty lips and taking the edge away from your expression. 

“You?” you hum. Resting an elbow on the table, you lean your head on your fist.

Within the few moments spent with Jesse, you’ve learned more about him just from how he carries himself than any conversation could reveal to you. A man who navigates the unknown world with a sense of confidence. A man who cares for those around him and goes to the furthest extent to show them. A man worth remembering.

“I,” Jesse lowly begins and slides closer to you, “have had my eyes on you all night. Watching how every emotion flickers across your face to create the most breathtaking expressions”. 

He trails his hand lightly up your arm. Calloused fingertips ignite the tingling sensation you longed for with his fleeting touch.

“How, even though you’re sitting in a tucked away booth, you light up the room with small smiles and outbursts of energy through the night”. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, and warm breath fans across your already burning body. A chuckle rumbles when Jesse feels warmth radiating from you.

Drowning in his words, you can only focus on the gentle taps of his fingers as they fall across your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, it catches in your throat as your chest rises and meets his own. When did he get so close?

“How,” Jesse says as he drags his nose across your cheek bone and breathes in your intoxicating scent, “out of everyone in this club, your head only turned for me”. A rush of excitement hits him as ghosts his lips over your own. Jesse’s heart thunders at the whisper of your gasp.

Everything feels too much. All the alcohol floods your mind. The soft touches that make you twitch and squirm for more. Golden eyes that seemingly glow as they take all of you in, leaving you bare in front of him. Honeysuckle words that drip into the cracks in your heart and forge new connections. And those fucking lips.

“Jesse,” you say breathlessly. Sparks kiss your lips where the two of you barely meet. Just barely any space separating the two of you. Just enough space to make you dizzy.

“Yes, mesh’la,” Jesse hums. He presses his forehead against yours, and he sucks in a breath as your blown out eyes glimmer at him. Unable to keep any oxygen in his lungs, Jesse’s chest rises and falls fast. His hand travels across the material of your shirt, up the back of your neck, and rests at the base of your head. Fingers shaky as he rubs small circles.

Your arm long abandoned the table as your hands move up both thigh plates of his armor. Fingernails adding new scratches to the faded scuff marks and worn paint. As you slip a few fingers where his compression top tucks into the utility belt, your mind goes numb as the sound of Jesse’s strangled groan. His dark, amber eyes hold a challenging glint in them.

“Jesse,” you say again, almost in a reverent tone of need. Almost as if this man is the last hold on reality you can grasp as you tug him closer. “Jesse, I,” you try to continue. But the words melt on your tongue when his other hand wraps around your waist and pulls you tight. Letting yourself fall into Jesse, the two of you become tangled in each other’s hold.

“You?” Jesse teases with a growing smirk. At this point he can’t tell if he hears the deafening bass or his heartbeat in his ears. If he feels hot from the crowded club as patrons move all around them or if it’s all from the fire that you’ve ignited in him. Unable to tell where his body separates from yours. 

“I never want to forget you,” you confess.

“Good thing I never want to let you go then,” Jesse whispers.

Before you process his words, Jesse’s lips press against your own and draw out a strangled moan. His tongue darts across your bottom lip, begging for permission to have the smallest taste of you. Parting your lips, your hands trail across his torso to press into his back and push him impossibly closer into you. Neither of you pay attention to the club goers or the hollers coming from the bar, as lust sends the two of you into a frenzy. His arm draped across the booth wraps around you and pulls you into his lap as it presses into the small of your back. Fingertips toying with the end of your top and barely touch your skin.

When you pull away with a chaste smack, Jesse chases after you. Heavy breaths fall between the pair of you as he rests his forehead in the crook of your neck.

“Jesse, come home,” you pant.

A lazy hum tickles your neck as he drags himself away from your embrace. When he straightens up, his eyes melt like honey when they meet your lovestruck gaze.

“I already am, mesh’la,” Jesse murmurs before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then, trooper?" you say and nudge him to look at you. Lips softly grazing against the corner of his mouth.

"And the day after that until death due us part," Jesse promises with a kiss.

#arc trooper jesse x fem!reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x you #arc trooper jesse x gn!reader #arc trooper jesse x male reader #arc trooper jesse #clone wars fics #arc trooper jesse fic #arc trooper jesse imagine #clone wars fanfic #arc trooper jesse fluff #arc trooper jesse one shot #the clone wars fics #clone wars fic #the clone wars fluff #tcw fic #tcw fanfic #tcw jesse #sw tcw fic #tcw ficlet #sw tcw fanfic #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars fic #the clone wars #tcw #the clone wars hurt/comfort #501st #501st battalion #501st legion #reader insert

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FACT About My Sona Why did she apply to a camp? she drop out of school many times but she graduated at high school she is not interested on collage instead she is looking for a job, she was hire as waitress but her jobs did not go well due to lack communicated, she found a promotion poster for camp willow that maybe she can learn from camp willow to communicated well and oh boy does she in for a ride :)

Why does she brought her own cats? she is an autism fragile, anxious when it comes to camping she does not like stranger eye contact she once join camping when she was elementary without her cats but she can't not sleep nigth at the forest she need someone to a company her her teacher promise to company her but forget leaving her scared but some camp counsler guard and company her to sleep well thats why she brougth her cats just in case

Apperance her face is chubby it can poke her, or squishing her face but she will gets anoying her hair are dark brown and her eyes are like big eye with brown pupil, she is geneticly america asia she has a lil fangs and average her boobs are averagely big, her tummy are sorta fat, her hands are average (sorry i can't draw hands well) but really soft like her legs has a uniform camp willow, pink jackets, blue jeans pants and brown boots

she smell like flowers perfume cause she been using that

if they kiss her it tasted like sour sweet mint and the mint was because she brush her teeth

Hobbies drawing she loves drawing she could draw for her friends probably drawing the forest nature she wanna be an animator one day singging she is nervous when singing on the stage her voice whould be very quite soft that you can't not hear what it said but when she sing alone her voice are beautiful she is a gamer playing among us and minecraft with her friends, she has this japan rpg underated game call Mo4, she has a game boy advance on her laptop playing pokemon emeralds, golden sun, zelda and the minish cap, sonic advance and battle swimming is kind of like her mother but not too pro just simple fishing her dad told about fishing before he was pass

Extra she has sketch book and pencil, she has her phone brand samsung and a cat chain, she has her handkerchife for sneezing and cleaning up, she wear a mask because her shyness she likes to have a mask

About her she is very shy and introverted getting crowd whould drain her but she try to intereacted, she is kind and caring, sometime when thing get intens like serious argument she gets the moods easliy get angry her famliy was rich after acident happen is now average

does she have any other language beside english yup she can speak indonesia, taglong, japan and spain she allow harper to learn italy

whats her relationship status she has been in a relationship she has a girlfriend tho she cheat on with a guy realize that she looks like her dads she learn that cheating is not good she broke up with them they still being friend so she single

Relationship camp counselor Harper at first it was strange but over time getting close to him she think that he is just some silly friends she is comfortable with him :) Gavin she was tired of gavin flirting but it becomes like having a little brother Sophie its like her bestie their both love butterfly and she made a lunch box for her Jazz its like a mother for her, she put a trust on jazz because is the one who lead the decision, she told about why she distance to dante dante when she first look at him she is not scared at all of what people think of him she think it looks pretty handsome and cute but when dante use his humor it remided about his dad so she distance to him, jazz told dante about why she distance

sorry for writing this so long I hope you don't mind also its 30% parts of me I'm not an America and I'm not in any relationship at all i have like none this is just my counselor mc sona for @campwillowpeak

#camp willowpeak #camp willowpeak mc #camp willowpeak counselor oc #cwp vn #camp willowpeak vn #art #mspaint #my oc art #my sona #i'll be honest i am scared to disappointed

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hot for teacher pt two | friday night lights series ; t.riggins

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CHAPTERS ; 

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AUTHORS NOTES;

This chapter finally fucking clicked. Finally. It's short, to the point and honestly I enjoyed writing parts of it out because this guy just.. I love him and there's not a lot out there for him? So, I'm happy to be doing this, tbh.

This chapter omg.. it was the brainchild of @adampage and I and I just really hope you like the way it came together despite it being short as hell!

SUMMARY;

-- is the bickering and back and forth between teacher and coach a clear indication of attraction or do they just enjoy pushing each other's buttons?

PAIRING;

Tim Riggins x Teacher!Fem reader (beyond having female parts and personality/ outfit descriptions this reader is a blank slate.. Mostly. I'm still adjusting to writing reader inserts instead of oc types.)

WARNINGS;

Enemies to lovers trope. Mentions of alcohol and drinking. Swearing.

TAGLIST;

@adampage this one is for you ! Feel free to ignore if you're not up to seeing it. If you'd like to be added to my taglist for this, please click the link uptop.

OTHER STUFF;

This is set way way after the series. Tim Riggins is the head coach of the Dillon Panthers here. Liberties have been taken with canon characters lives beyond what was shown on the series (ie, Tyra goes on to become a guidance counselor for a neighboring school it's just not mentioned here. Lyla is a Sunday School teacher and married a pastor. Again, not mentioned here. She also works social services and works closely with area schools.)

“I do not have a thing for her, Tara.” Tim insists. The blonde just smirks at him and takes a long pull from the amber colored bottle in front of her. “Wanna try that again with a lil more conviction, Riggins? You’re forgetting I know you. I know your type.”

From the opposite side of him, Lyla speaks up. “She’s not wrong.”

Tim scoffs. “I don’t have a type.”

“You do.” they share a look as they say it and Tim glares at the football game recap. Fuming because no thanks to you, the kid hadn’t gotten a chance. Luckily, he’d been able to reschedule with that scout and he’d be back for the next game.

So you may well have gotten your small victory, but Tim feels like he’s won just a little more. After the game, he took the kid home and they had a really long talk. Tim told him if he didn’t start applying himself, he was going to start thinking that all the crap the kid told him last year about leaving the bad side of town behind and doing something with his life was pure bullshit.

The kid agreed to do better.

“You do.” Lyla insists.

“I do not!” Tim argues back. When he watches the ref let a flag pass for the second time in a night, he’s on his feet, shouting. Until the old man who owns the place is giving him the stinkeye. Tim sits down and grumbles about the ref being blind and Tara laughs, shaking her head. “You won the game tonight, Tim. Why so worked up anyway? Does it have to do with the teacher you just finished ranting about?”

Tim gives her a warning glare and takes a long sip from his bottle, refusing to answer.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Lyla smirks when she says it. Tim grumbles, mimicking her and laughing. “Wouldn’t be so damn bad if she would’ve at least let the kid play tonight. She’s lucky I got that scout to come back next week.”

“Next week is better anyway. And you know she wasn’t wrong to go to the principal, Tim.”

“I know, it’s just..”

“You look at him and you see yourself.”

“Tara, if you don’t stop shrinkin’ me, woman.” Tim grumbles, staring down at a battle scarred bartop. He knows she’s right when she says it, but he’s not going to say it aloud because she’s got this annoying little habit when she’s right about something. - kind of like you, he thinks to himself, laughing at the thought.

“Maybe I do have a type.” he muses, mostly to himself.

Tara and Lyla share a look over his head and both of them nearly die laughing.

“I’m gonna check his forehead, you make sure nobody put anything in his drink, L.” Tara teased her former boyfriend.

“Ha fucking ha, both of y’.”

Almost the instant you wander into the local watering hole for your usual drink after work and you see Tim sitting with Lyla Garrity, a friend of yours, you are beyond tempted to turn and walk right back out. But you’re spotted by her before you can. You bite your tongue and you make your way over, taking a seat on the empty stool on the other side of Lyla. The bartender approaches you and you order your usual.

And this prompts Tim to fix an intent gaze on you, brows knit.

“Tequila’s a little strong, darlin.”

“I know, Coach Riggins. I am well aware of this.” you don’t even look over at him when you say it. Lyla and Tyra are exchanging looks over Tim’s shoulders and Lyla mouths to her that you rant about Tim just as much as he rants about you.

“Ly?”

“Yes, Tyra?”

“Come to the little girls room with me, alrighty?” Tyra’s coaxing Lyla off of the stool and this leaves you and Tim to sit at the bar. The silence is charged, it feels like you’re full of electricity and you’re very uncomfortable with this. The bartender places your tequila sunrise in front of you and Tim gazes at the drink. “Thought you were straight as an arrow.”

“You drove me to this, Riggins.” you retort. Tim snorts in disbelief and points a finger at his muscular chest, gaping. “Me? What’d I d-do, huh? Y-yer th’ one w-who l-likes to play with people’s futures, woman.”

“It was just a football game.” you take a sip and answer calmly.

“That a major scout was comin out t’. Y’know, yer lucky I could talk the guy into comin next week.”

“Oh?” you give him a humorless look. You’re torn between laughter because it’s almost absurd the way he’s making a big deal out of this one stupid game that wasn’t even a championship and you’re also torn between being downright hypnotized by the way his current state of irritation seems to make golden brown eyes dance and gleam and the way he’s coming to life right now.

As soon as that particular thought hits, you take a long pull from the mixed drink, grimacing. Tim sees the grimace and snickers quietly. You glare at him in annoyance. “What? What’s so funny about me taking a drink, huh?”

“You just don’t look like the kinda woman who drinks tequila.” Tim shrugs as he says it. You shrug too and smirk. “Like I said, Riggins. You drove me to it.”

And he has no clue that when you say this, you mean it in more ways than just the one.

#tim riggins #tim riggins imagine #tim riggins fanfiction #tim riggins x reader #tim riggins x fem!reader

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here you go guys @jvstncthcme @anemicc-royalty @wifeofdevil

“Lily?”

James walked into the kitchen, parchment in hand, tears threatening to form. Lily looked at what was in his hand, and when he did, she dropped the spatula and her eyes widened.

“You weren’t supposed to find that yet.”

“Lily, what’s going on?”

“James, I- Can we sit down?” They did so, and Lily took James’ hands in her own. “I promise this has nothing to do with you. I just- we got married really quickly, you know? We were young, and honestly quite immature, and we didn’t really know what we were doing. I know that I loved you then, and I still do, just not in the same way.

“I hadn’t even noticed until a few days ago. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Mary MacDonald recently, and it took me a while, but I realized that I was falling in love with her. It made me rethink how I felt about you, and well, here we are.”

At some point while she was talking, James had wiped away any trace of tears. He leaned forward and hugged Lily, letting this be the last time he did so as her husband. “I’m really happy for you, Lils. I hope things work out.”

He pulled out of the hug, and she looked back at him. “Are you alright?”

“I will be.”

Roughly nine months later, now living in his own, larger place, due to a recent increase of art sales, that were just continuing to climb. He knew they’d go back down someday, probably soon, but honestly? His art was being sold at quite a high price, and being sold for even higher at auctions, so he was set for a little bit. He’s also a children’s counselor, now that he’s able to have the requirements necessary, and he wants to help every kid he can, knowing how a bad childhood home can affect someone.

So, he was currently headed to an orphanage, to adopt a kid. One of his friends from school, Dorcas Meadowes, was an orphan, and she had told James about her times in the orphanage. James had vowed to himself that day that as soon as he could, he’d adopt as many children as he could. So today, he plans to adopt two, and he’s already certain he’ll come back for more. He didn’t just buy a new big house for nothing, after all.

After walking into the orphanage and greeting the lady at the desk, he was allowed to look around. Another worker followed him, and was to help him with names of the children.

He didn’t know why, but for some reason, he was drawn to the newborns. He guessed it made sense. Get them out of the bad place before they remember it.

James’ eyes landed on the first child, and he just knew he had to have her. He asked the worker what her name was, and her name fit her perfectly. Mariposa.

“Well, Miss Mari. You really are quite adorable. If we’re lucky, you might just have a new home by the end of the day,” James reached in and ran a finger down her face the way his mum used to, and smiled when the little girl wrapped her hand around his finger. He pried her off and ran his hand through the small bit of hair on her head, before walking to the next one.

What he saw made him stop dead in his tracks. This baby looked exactly like Harry, the one he used to dream he and Lily would have together. He had bright, gorgeous green eyes, black hair exactly like his own, and a skin color just a bit lighter than his own.

“Uhm, miss? What’s his name?”

“Harry Evans.”

#untitled #past Jily #marylily #macevans #james potter #harry evans #harry potter #yes i know i said harry’s last name and not mariposa’s. i just couldn’t think of a last name for her. #no lily slander here i promise #james being a successful artist and a children’s counselor #using the money he’s earned to buy a big house so him and his 47 adopted kids can live safe away from bad orphanages and abusive parents #also i pronounce mari as mars without the s and with and e sound #like the e sound in words like eat and each

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 239

Just My Imagination

“Just My Imagination”

Plot Description: Sam’s imaginary friend from childhood pops up to alert the Winchesters to a grisly crime scene invisible to the human world

What are we even doing in this show anymore?

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’m not an imaginary friend so I think I’m good

Ok this little girl’s imaginary friend reading The Velveteen Rabbit moments before he died did get to me. Just…that book gets to me

All the bite of this shadowy figure following Sam around is taken out by reading the plot description. That is quite the spread he laid out though

Dean, be more grateful for the bakery Sam’s imaginary friend made? Brought? I dunno

I love fresh-from-the-shower not-yet-fully-awake Dean not having the energy to deal with all that yet

I know Dean is behaving logically and rationally but like…..HELP SAM HELP HIS CHILDHOOD IMAGINARY FRIEND

Omg the guy who plays Gabriel directed this episode. I think I’m gonna love it

Wait…this investigation is going to be so weird. How are they gonna convince this couple to let them go into their young daughter’s room on the basis that her imaginary friend got got? They don’t even believe the friend exists, why would they believe he got murdered??

Ooooooooo Winchester childhood flashbackssssss. Awww, poor lil Sammy. He just wanted to hang with his big brother

Dean, don’t try to make manicorn happen. It’s not going to happen (the girl’s imaginary friend was a man who was part unicorn). Also, they’re posing as trauma counselors for kids

Unironically this episode is amazing. The way this woman has to act like she hasn’t just spread Sparkle’s very glittery blood all over her face is gorgeous

The crime scene ruiner and imaginary friend blood bather herself

Please, we don’t have to kill the mermaid, I promise. That little girl is never swimming in that pool again

Why am I getting so emotional watching little Sam talk to Sully? (It’s that Sully really considers Sam’s problems and thoughts and has no intention to leave him ever) He’s SO here for Sam, he truly and genuinely only wants what’s best for him……..ok the being cool with running away at like 9 years old isn’t great

This clip-in mullet is not a look

WHY ARE WE KILLING SO MANY IMAGINARY FRIENDS WHAT IS THE REASON

Oh Weems isn’t dead yet. Oh I’m so glad that when he plays air guitar, you can actually hear it. That’s beautiful. You really showed Dean, man

WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN SAM AND SULLY??? SAM!!! You can’t tell him you wish you could unmake him up! I know you’re nine or whatever but this is devastating

The way you don’t really see how alone Sam was at that age til Sully left…everything was so big to him, big on him…I just…I’m having too many emotions about this

Sully’s been keeping track of Sam all this time?? 😭😭😭😭😭 and he’s so proud of Sam

Why’s this girl trying to get to Sully??? WHAT??? He became friends with a pair of twins and one got hit by a car and died in his care. So now she’s out for revenge

Did she meet Rowena??

I should not be on the verge of tears about Dean and Sully thanking the other for looking out for Sam

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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2, 9, 12 and 14 for your psynauts insert!!! love the design :-) - @asltrio

omg thank uuu <3 im v proud of c.b's design !

self insert lore asks

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

i think cb would be introduced along w the rest of the camp counselors at the beginning of the first game !! they'd be kinda overly-smiley and a bit. scary looking at first. gotta sell them as a red herring for the villain after all !!!

their first proper introduction scene would be in their "doctors office". raz would walk in and they'd probably scare him a little accidently (they're suprisingly quiet).

raz clearly doesnt trust them - since he recognises them as a villain from true psychic tales. they're pretty open abt the whole "used to be a bad guy" thing but tell raz they're over it and are a fully fledged psychonaut now. there would probably be some optional dialogue to go more into either c.b or the other counselors backstories, but either way raz heads out and c.b hands him a dream fluff. just in case.

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

i wanna say caligosto but they also hadnt. seen eachother in abt ten years due to The Thing. c.b considers him their best friend, and he does too, but they've sorta gotta re-learn each other after ror.

second closest i think would weirdly be hollis? like i think c.b puts ppl on pedastals to kinda keep them at a distance, but despite the amount of respect they have for hollis i also think they just enjoy her company and the two like chatting from time to time ! like hollis is Their Boss but also they hang out and its cool.

post ror-pre pn2 they and coach have like A Talk about everything and i think that sets a good foundation for their friendship going forward. like i mentioned before abt the pedastal thing they kinda, did that w oleander and it backfired big time. but also they Get It, and i think they're just funny pals.

also i think they and augustus get along :) . c.b helps him out w their kids and powers and augustus tries to teach them acrobatics and helps them w their balancing - since thats something they struggle with. they also have a lil bit of a crush on him.

12. how would the fandom view your character?

i could see c.b being in the same camp as like. oleander. where they're not as popular as like sasha or milla or cal but those that do like em are dedicated and love picking at whatever lore is there in canon.

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

i've mentioned this briefly but theyre a bit of a Gamer. esp w like rpgs and that sorta thing !! theyre v casual abt it but when they really get into a story most of their friends learn abt it.

#also i love your blog it is SO LITTLE it made me smile #iloveyou.ans #cb cortex

[my-never-ending-nightmare]

06/15/2022

The only thing I hate more than my inability to properly express myself in the moments when it matters the most... is my minds ability to constantly remind me of those moments and what it was I was trying to say once it no longer matters at all.

Just yesterday I was grabbing lunch from McDonalds and all I could think about the entire time was the last time I had been there at that particular location a year ago. It was a day I’ll never forget. A friend and I had gone to a museum... which in & of itself was a moment I’ll never forget – not just because they took an interest in the things I’m interested in, but because they genuinely seemed interested in them too. Afterwards we had done a lil’ tour of downtown before eventually winding up at a Halloween store right across the road from this aforementioned McDonalds. We took a look around then hit up the grocery store right next to it because I was trying to find pomegranate juice. I was drinking that shit often back then because I had read somewhere that it’s good for the heart (I was paranoid about having a heart attack) and afterwards we zipped across the road so that my friend could use the washroom at McDonalds. I remember just standing by their car in the parking lot chain smoking cigarettes while I waited (no wonder I was so paranoid about my heart) and when my friend came back out I remember making some stupid joke about the porno shop located across the parking lot from us. It fell flat. So we dipped out of there and the next stop was a convenience store so that I could buy more cigarettes & energy drinks (no wonder I was so paranoid about my heart x2) This is also the same time that I bought Hi-Chew and birthed my love for the stuff. Anyway, after that my friend began driving us back to their house. I remember the batteries dying on the wireless FM transmitter that they had in lieu of an AUX port on their car. I remember trying to put new batteries in but dropping them down under the seat like a dumbass, forcing my friend to pull over on some random dirt road so that I could retrieve them. But most of all I remember the conversation we had during that trip home.

I remember her telling me something about her first boyfriend, how she had called him at some point after buying her first car because she was so proud of it and wanted him to know how far she had come since they knew each other. I remember asking about him and being shocked at what I heard. She had been, like, 14/15 when she dated him - and he was nearly in his 20s. Old enough that he was counselor at a summer camp for kids. I remember feeling this strange mixture of anger & disgust. Because, in my mind, this guy was a creep for having gone for someone who wasn’t even old enough to drive while he himself was old enough to vote and own a gun. Not quite a pedophile… but still... a creep. In my mind, at least. I remember my friend asking me what was wrong because I sorta fell silent as I retreated backwards inside of myself - as I so often do when my emotions are strong enough. I didn’t know how to tell them what I felt. They could sense something was amiss, that there was some sort of anger within me – but I didn’t know how to explain that it wasn’t anger at her. It wasn’t even really anger at him. It was at life in general. I was angry about how unfair life was. I was angry at God... or existence, depending on how you look at things.

Because this wasn’t the only time my friend had been taken advantage of by an older guy. Like, hell, I was 5 years older than her and she once told me that she lost her virginity at 14 to a guy that was born 2 or 3 years before me… stuff like that always bothered me. It makes me sick to my stomach to know that someone so young and innocent was being taken advantage of by people who didn’t view her as anything more than a body. Like, why would someone that old be hanging out with someone so young? They have nothing in common. They’re on two completely different levels of maturity and development. Yet still, it happened. And it wasn’t because they thought she was so cool or interesting. It’s because these guys were predators. They wanted sex - and grooming someone who doesn’t know any better into having sex with them was easier than courting women their own age who do knew better.

That’s what bothered me so much. That she had been preyed upon – and that nobody in her life did anything to stop it. This friend of mine had nobody to look out for her, nobody to protect her, nobody to guide her and teach her things. Just people who wanted things. People who left once they got those things. People who traumatized her in a way that I don’t think she’ll ever realize until she’s much older. And I couldn’t explain this to her. I couldn’t explain how much it hurt to know that life had dealt such a shitty hand to someone who deserved so much better.  

I couldn’t explain that there will come a day when she looks back at stuff like that and realizes that it wasn’t healthy. That it wasn’t even what she wanted. Because when she talked to me about these things she still thought that these relationships and sexual experiences were things that wanted to happen. As if they were just a regular part of growing up. But they weren’t. She thought she wanted those things, but someday she will realize that she didn’t. Because it’s not what she needed. What she needed was somebody who loved her enough to shield her from guys like that. What she needed is to enjoy being kid. And she lost that not only because of guys like them. But because nobody in her life cared enough to protect her innocence. The one person in the world who should have been doing that didn't. Because despite how much they loved her they had this very laissez-faire approach to parenting that has always baffled me.

Or at least that’s how I see it.

I had the chance to let them know that that’s how I see it. But I blew it. I didn’t explain it. I didn't help them understand. I was too guarded. I was too afraid to reveal my soul to them.

Now it’s too late.

So why the hell am I still thinking about it all this time later? The way my memory works is such a curse, honestly. I cannot forget things - even when I want to. I remember the most random, insignificant things that nobody else ever does. Like, even just today the song Black Velvet by Alannah Myles came on the radio and all I could think about was this time a friend of mine played that song in my car back in 2019 - which in turn flooded my mind with memories of that day.

This friend and I had spent that morning watching that movie where Zac Efron plays Ted Bundy, and afterwards we started watching some Rudy Ray Moore movie but quickly got bored and instead went for a drive in my car. We stopped by the grocery store that my friend worked at so that they could find something out about their schedule. I’ll never forget how my friend started having a full-blown conversation with their coworker right in front of me without even introducing me - leaving me to just stand there awkwardly looking at loafs of bread lol. Once that was done we got back in my car and hit the road again - driving straight out of town down the highway before eventually making a left onto some random side road. My friend had their phone plugged into the aux this whole time, but it was on this side road that they started playing Black Velvet. And as it was playing we passed a sign for some place called Athens. My friend told me that they had a friend who lived there. Or that they used to go there with a friend. One of the two. But I’ll never forget it. I’ll never forget that day. I had never been out that way or down that road before - or since. But I remember how fun it was to go exploring like that with this friend by my side. I even let them drive my car at some point, too. They didn’t have a license at the time but they were such a good driver - and I trusted them more than anybody I’ve ever known. So it was ok with me. Still massively irresponsible of me, however. I should have known better. But I loved teaching them so much. I loved watching them learn. I loved trusting them with my life & car because I could see how much it meant to them. But I shouldn’t have. I should have been more responsible… but I digress. The only other thing I remember from that day is this beautiful little town we passed through. But all of these memories were triggered by one damn song that played on the radio today.

Although it’s not just today that this happens. It’s what I think of every single time I hear that song. My friend only played it once. Literally. In the 3 years that I knew them that was the only time that I ever heard them play that song. Yet still… I remember it. And I’ll never forget it.

But why? Why do I remember these things so well? Why do I carry with me all the things that others forgot? Why am I always looking backwards while everyone else is looking forward?

Hm.

Maybe that’s why I’m always getting left behind.

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[blueskrugs]

missing summer camp, but especially Dudley the snake

#snake tw #I guess #he’s just a lil guy and all the counselors love him #also yes I blurred one of my campers’ faces #we stole that cat at the end of the week too #pls don’t reblog

[starbuckie]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐩

challenge: the hotel indigo by @ambrosiase

prompt: room-modern muse, room service-business meets pleasure

pairing: campcounselor!bucky x reader

words: 5.8k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (oral m, bucky’s lowkey a lil subby in this), grumpy!bucky, being emotionally stunted, fluff, friends to lovers, pining, two idiots deliriously in love, tw children, and summer camp shit

summary: the three stages of bucky’s realization of love for his best friend and the one time he gets the girl.

a/n: *giggles in this was purely self-indulgement as a camp counselor myself* but in all reallness mae, i really hope you enjoy this piece, because i know i adored writing for this challenge. the hotel indigo was such a pleasure to stay at and write for. this au, once again, is super duper indulgent of me, but i found that it fit into my choices and i’m very proud of it. congratulations on your amazingly takented brain of yours, maera, and once again thank you for this oppurtunity. please enjoy <3

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“Alright, campers, I need everyone to make a straight line in front of me!” Y/N yelled. A young girl, around six years old, clung to her hand like a lifeline, drying tears on her cheeks and a small teddy in her free arm. She had just tripped and fallen down on the wood chips by the tire swing and when she started to cry, Bucky suggested that it was time to pack up and head back to the cabins. “We are going to grab our hats, snacks, sunscreens, and water bottles, pack them in our day bags, and walk back to the grounds. I’m giving everyone ten seconds, nine seconds…”

Bucky watched as his best friend shouted for the children with a huge smile on her face. She’d always been a natural with them, even when they were that young. The kids adored her to no end, viewing her as an older sister because they were so fucking pathetic that they couldn’t go a few weeks with a guiding figure in their lives (“Bucky, that’s being mean, they’re just little kids”). Being a camp counselor wasn’t his ideal summer job, but he was in college and nearly broke, and hey, Camp Indigo didn’t pay half bad. He also had a group of his closest friends working with him, so he couldn’t complain either. Many had it worse.

Quiet mumbling surrounded him from where he sat on a tree stump, a group of young boys chattering amongst themselves and completely ignoring Y/N. He could let them keep fooling around and be the laid-back counselor they all loved, or he could actually help his best friend out, as she was tiredly trying to get the small kids into a single file line with a completely fake smile on her face. He chose the latter. 

With a gentle sigh, Bucky pushed himself off the wood, gently thwacking a few of the boys on the head with his water bottle as they shouted in protest. “C’mon guys, help a guy out. Y/N is gonna beat my ass if I don’t help her out soon enough and I really wanna live long enough to get a s'more at campfire on Friday.”

The group giggled as they ran past their counselor, sure enough going to repeat what Bucky had told them to his partner in crime. One kid tugged on her sleeve, pulling her down to their height and from the way that she squinted her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him, he could tell what the little one had told her. 

“Damn right, I’m gonna kick your ass, Buck.” Y/N grinned. She skipped past him with a sloppy kiss to the cheek, and she walked away before she could notice the wildfire of a blush that covered his cheeks and nose. He completely stopped his movements and turned to watch her grab the youngest kids with a dumbstruck smile on his face. When did he start doing that?

Y/N was affectionate. More so with him than with Sam or Steve or even Natasha, one of closest friends from birth. Since the third grade when she’d offered him a book on constellations, she’d always given him a peck or two on the cheek or a bone-crushing hug, because it was part of the L/N Friendship-For-Life guarantee. Not once could he remember feeling so blushy when she did anything of that sort, and it scared him. 

So he studied her. Really studied her. Not how they did with the kids, observing the veins in leaves and the birds in the high redwood trees, but taking his time, each quick second, to see what it was about her that really made his skin heat up under her touch.

The scene was set. Her chin was raised defiantly as she looked over their campers. A subtle wink was thrown his way before she turned around and started leading them away. Three backpacks were wrapped around her shoulder and a flannel was tied around her waist, and while it was a very unflattering look, in all honesty, he couldn’t look away from her body. 

And then he watched how her hips swayed as she walked, the curve of her ass in those tight, really goddamn tight leggings. Now that was definitely a bit more than platonic.

He had to snap himself out of, well, whatever that revelation he had was. 

Because it was Y/N. Y/N who had patched him up after fights during lunch when he got bloody noses, and who had given him some of those as well. She’d stuck with him through shitty high school relationships and he’d offered her a place to stay when her house gave her too much to think about. There was a simple peck on the lips, once, maybe twice throughout their college years, and absolutely nothing more. 

Still, Bucky worried if he was holding back. From his emotions, what he “really felt”, he found that he never was really capable of communicating nor expressing his feelings efficiently. Y/N did always say he had a problem with that. She was always able to read his mind.

He trusted her with his life more than he did himself. She was his confidant, his number one supporter and safe haven, not someone he was supposed to fall in love with. It had to be against the best friend code, or whatever shitty book teens made up about their bond, that they, under no circumstances, could be together. It would ruin their friendship in its entirety and then Bucky would have to become best friends with Sam. Or maybe it was just his stupid brain talking.

Stupid fucking emotionless dumbfuck brain.

“Barnes!” Y/N’s cheery, fake-serious yell caught him off guard, and he stumbled back when the sound reached his ears. There was a whole line of campers giggling at his dumb expression and agape mouth and when he looked up, he saw how his best friend was laughing too. He missed it a lot at university, but during the summers he got to witness her genuine smiles when the world wasn’t weighing on her shoulders.

Just a glimpse of her upturned lips had the breath knocked out of his lungs.

Maybe he liked her romantically. Just a bit. But he would never tell her even if he did.

“‘M gonna shove you in the lake if you don’t start walking.”

Truly a woman after his own heart.

-

The first thing one has to be prepared for before going to a sleepaway camp is the mosquitoes. The little bugs are always around, popping up at the most inconvenient times, nearly undiscovered. You can barely feel them, but then they suck out your blood, your soul, every piece of silence you once had, your will to live-

Wait no, that’s children. Gross, annoying, disgusting children.

Speaking of the bratty, dirty little things, Bucky had one sat perched on his lap against the fence of the pool area, a sweat towel slung across the back of his neck. It was hot. The temperature had to have been at least above a solid ninety-five, and out in nature, there were no fans. The little boy had been crying because he was afraid of the water in the pool, and the grumpy camp counselor allowed the snotty kid to sit in his lap as he calmed down and while he waited for Y/N to finish changing so they could go in the water. 

Other campers splashed around and screamed in the water and Sam, who had lifeguard duty for the day, watched over them with a wide grin. Unlike Bucky, he let the kids know he enjoyed his job, always playing along with them and engaging in conversation. But Wilson did make it look easy. 

The tired brunette sighed and adjusted his swim trunks, the khaki-looking ones with waterproof pockets that were getting a bit too small from the way it hugged his thighs a little tightly. He grabbed his water bottle, taking a swig from the low-running- ew, warm water. It wasn’t a lot, but it was all he had left. The humid, muggy weather just made for even more exhaustion and fuck, Bucky really just wanted to get in the pool, what the hell was taking his best friend so long-

“Bucky, are you and Y/N boyfriend and girlfriend?” 

Bucky choked on his water. The kid, Cason, his eyes were filled with confusion and hundreds upon millions of questions that needed to be answered. His seemingly harmless probing had a lot more effect on the blue-eyed brunette he was sitting on. 

That same blush that appeared whenever Y/N was brought up spread across his face, dusting the freckles on the tip of his nose and blending into his sunkissed cheekbones. “Uh, no, she and I are just friends,” he reassured. But he wasn’t even sure of that anymore. “Very good friends. The best even. Since we were in elementary school, just like you! You’re going into what- second grade? First?”

His attempt at changing the topic was absolutely fruitless. 

“You guys are like my mommy and daddy,” Bucky tried very hard to not roll his eyes as the little kid continued to blubber on. “They said they were high school sweethearts and did you know t-that they have known each other since they were babies? Like you and Y/N. You guys are best friends and you love each other a lot!” Then, the brightest and most hopeful look came into Cason’s eye as he gave a little gasp (which Bucky refused to admit was kinda adorable). “Will you guys get married-”

“What are you boys talking about?” Y/N sauntered out from the girls changing area, donning what had to be the goddamn skimpiest bathing suit he’d ever seen her wear. It was a one-piece, per camp “modesty” rules, but it dipped low between her breasts and in the back, showcasing the dip of her spine. Navy blue and everything he could have ever wanted, he had to keep his jaw from dropping straight to the concrete. Sweat dripped between the valley of her tits and down her sternum, and all Bucky could do was gulp back the millions of questions he had, such as when she suddenly became so appealing to him. Her hair was pulled away from her face, probably easier to swim that way, but to him, it just showed more skin that he was dying to get a taste of. A towel was draped in the crook of her arm, her hip popped out just a bit and she was the sexiest thing Bucky had ever seen.

Even the sun came out to frame her body, rays of light popping out from behind her like she was an angel. From behind Sam wolf-whistled at her for some fun, but seeing as he could barely register that he was ignoring the kid speaking to him in his lap, he barely heard his friend either. 

No, he was not attracted to his best friend. Not romantically, not sexually, Bucky wanted anything but to have her mouth around his cock or squeezed right between those sweet tits of hers. Oh, God, the mere thought of kissing her made him woozy. 

“N-nothing,” Bucky stammered out. Y/N reached her arms out towards Cason and leaned down- shit, did she really have to do that then? He could see straight down her suit and he was having trouble breathing right already. “Do you wanna go?”

She took his hand in hers, her ice-cold hand chilling his warm one, and started walking to the submerged stairs with a little kid on her hip. Cason looked more than thrilled to be walking with two of the most popular counselors. As campers in the pool marveled at the way Y/N carried the kid so effortlessly, he saw the older ones staring at her a little bit differently. Were they literal fifteen-year-olds? Yes. Was Bucky a possessive man?

Well, were there twenty-four hours in a day?

At her touch, goosebumps, fucking goosebumps in ninety-degree weather, spread across his skin and he could feel each individual hair raise across it too. There was no better feeling than their skin-to-skin contact, her dragging him along the hot concrete path. He could practically feel Steve and Nat’s smirk on the back of his neck from a mile away. He could hear their voices in his ear, the she’s the fuckin’ one, Buck, and the I’m glad you’re finally realizing it now because his heart was pounding harder and louder than it ever had before and the fact that he finally knew terrified him. 

Bucky let himself weigh out what loving Y/N really meant. On one side, he knew he had found the one. If he had to choose someone to pick out from a crowd to be the one, his one, he knew it’d be her. Maybe it had taken him an odd thirteen or so years to figure that out, but he wasn’t complaining anymore. She was the one who had given him nothing but endless affection and adoration from the moment they met, spilling nothing but sweet words in his ears, and at that point he knew that she was his soulmate. She was on the forefront of his mind always, even when he didn’t want to admit it to himself. 

But on the contrary, loving her could also end with his heart trampled over and laying in a ditch. Just thinking about the sheer possibility of her not loving him back, the harsh I’m sorry, I just don’t feel that way for you had his mind screeching at a halt. What if he lost everything he had ever known with just a few simple words? No, he couldn’t bear the ache that’d be left in his heart. 

So, he bore the ache of the love he had for her instead. By taking the kid off her hip, picking him up, and throwing him in the pool. By pushing her in the water, listening to her giggles and squeals, and clutching those sounds close to his chest. His chest hurt, it hurt a lot, but then his ankle was being pulled and his body was submerged in freezing chlorine water. Arms wrapped around his midsection and he found his way to the surface. Met by Y/N’s face, her features highlighted with a sheen of water, her smile a mile wide because she was with him. 

He had barely noticed, but she always smiled more when she was with him, and he did the same too. 

-

A drop of blood rolled down Y/N’s finger as she scowled at the offending object, a pointy roasting stick. A bit of marshmallow stuck to the metal but the rest of the sugary treat had hit the dirt floor, tanbark and bugs already covering it. It was a goddamn travesty- she had roasted the marshmallow to perfection, sticking it in the fire and watching it burn until she was able to remove the burnt crust and eat the gooey insides.

But instead, her perfect, glorious marshmallow had fallen to the ground when she tried to stick it between two graham crackers, and she was beyond devastated.

When she was done groveling over the poor thing, she brought her eyes up to where Bucky stood, leaning against Steve. By the looks of it, he was begging the blonde counselor for a marshmallow, waving around with the stick at Steve’s annoyed face. He mouthed something to the brunette that made him stop and shoved a marshmallow in his hand and he cheered. 

“Y/N, sweetheart, look!” He yelled across the campfire. She met his eyes, squinting a bit because of the smoke. “Steve gave me a marshmallow!”

A literal child. “Good job, Buck, I’m real happy for you.” With a sweet smile, he made his way back to his best friend, scooching next to her on the cut-down log with a peck to her cheek. She sunk into his body, resting her head on his shoulder when he noticed her more somber tone.

“Darlin’?” She hummed. “You okay? You’re supposed to be the excited one here, sweetheart.”

She over-exaggerated her pout and stuck her finger out to show him where she was bleeding (and barely so). “I tried to make my s’more and the mean stick poked me, an’ now look at me! I’m bleeding! I’ve been violated by a stupid piece of metal.”

Bucky chuckled at her infuriated tone, his eyes dropping a bit lower from her eyes to stare at her pouty lips. She had mastered the bratty, upset look over the years and he knew exactly what she wanted. “Y’want me to kiss it better, sweetheart?”

She nodded with a suddenly widened smile, offering the poor, damaged finger to his lips. He couldn’t help his own from curling the same way and grabbed her hand, leaving a simple kiss to the inside of her wrist, trailing those sinful, invisible marks up her palm and to her finger. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes glazed over as they followed his own, deep azure eyes tracing every centimeter of skin his lips did. Everywhere he touched lit Y/N’s skin on fire, a burning, passionate kind of blaze that really sent her heart lurching violently in her chest.

When he let go of her finger, there wasn’t much to say. Bucky could see the tenseness of her body; her shoulders weren’t slumped like usual and she had an abnormally good posture. It wasn’t her and he knew that. But he also saw the smaller details. How her breath had seemed to catch in her throat and those tiny, tiny whimpers she let out. He hadn’t missed those either. 

His eyes lingered on hers a bit and there was more than enough tension filling the small space between them. His eyes dropped to her lips, firelight flickering across the supple skin that he needed to taste so bad. “Do you feel better now, sweetheart?”

Those words seemed to knock Y/N out of whatever daze she was having. She blinked twice stupidly before answering with a grin as sweet as the marshmallow on his tongue. “Yeah, Buck, I feel just fine.”

“In that case,” he nudged her hand with the marshmallow he’d gotten from Steve, opening her palm and placing the treat inside, “go make yourself another one but do not burn your tongue again like last week.”

She rolled her eyes at his warning, dropping a kiss to his cheek before running off to the smoking fire pit. “You could've told me that the underside of the marshmallow was still on fire that time, Buck, my burnt tongue was your fault.”

He jokingly scoffed and she brushed it off with a giggle, kneeling down with her hands and feet in a triangle, just like their training had taught her. A hand clapped his back, a little bit harshly, and he knew it was Y/N’s other best friend. “Hey, Nat, it’s a lovely night. What brings you over to my little, lonesome corner of the fire circle?”

“Hardly lonesome with that one around,” Natasha retorted. Her perfectly manicured finger pointed over to their best friend, who at the moment, was trying to blow out her flaming marshmallow as Steve helped in a hurry. “She's in love with you too, y’know, we’ve all been waiting this whole summer for you to realize it.”

Bucky’s eyes followed her finger, and with a fond smile at the scene, he responded. “Nat, I think I finally did.”

“Atta boy,” she hit his back once more before scurrying off to Wanda and Sam, right after whispering a few parting words. “I know you’ll take good care of her, Bucky, you always do.”

If he hadn’t been such a fucking coward, he could’ve been kissing Y/N for years. Throughout high school, throughout the first two shitty years of college, he could’ve had her, not just as a best friend but as his one and only. 

I am such a fucking idiot.

“I know you are, Buck, but what’d you do this time?” Y/N questioned. Oh shit, he’d spoken aloud.

He had to keep himself from jumping back and falling off the log, barely having registered she’d come back. In her hand, she held her arch-enemy, the roasting stick, and a really good-looking s’more in the other. 

“Nothin’, nothin’,” Bucky assured her. “You got your s’more already? No pokes and injuries? No more fingers that need to be kissed?”

“Nope,” she smiled and offered him the treat. “You wanna bite before I demolish it?”

He chuckled and nodded, leaning forward to bite half of the s’more out of her hand. It was really good. The sticky marshmallow insides really did make it all better. “Never thought I’d live to see the day that Y/N L/N shared her food with me,” he commented through chewing.

She slumped down next to him on the log again, resting her head against him as she finished the s’more. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to it, Buck, it’s gonna be another ten years 'till I get kind enough to do it again.”

They both shared a laugh as treacly warm as the s’more they had just eaten. Her arm had snuck its way around his, intertwining his metal hand with her warm flesh one. She played with the bands of gold that shined against the light and she was smiling up at him and laying her head on his shoulder and suddenly the words I love you didn’t seem so scary anymore. They seemed to creep their way up his throat, laying on the tip of his tongue and ready to jump out at the girl sitting next to him. Nothing seemed scary when all he could see was his future flickering back into his eyes. 

And that was the moment James Barnes accepted his love for Y/N L/N. By a campfire pit, gooey marshmallow sweet on his lips, he didn’t know why he had been so scared of his love for her before. He was done denying it. Thirteen years of lost words and unsaid feelings gave him strength, and he tightened his hold on her hand before speaking. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

-

Bucky and Y/N. Y/N and Bucky. Best friends since the third grade, lovers since a little over an hour before time found them making out against the front wall of Bucky’s cabin. Shoes and socks kicked off, of course.

The tall, lean brunette stood nearly rigid, caged against the wall by Y/N’s arms. He had been the one to initiate the kiss, yes, but he also hadn’t expected her to be so dominant. Her lips moved against his with fervor, hot, labored breath mixing with his. He was happy to report that he now knew what she tasted like; vanilla bean and smoke, because of her strange yet lovable urge to eat burnt marshmallows.

He tested the waters, grabbing her hips and rocking them against his through his shorts. Shit, Y/N had not planned to tell him that she loved him too like this, but at the same time, she was not upset with the pleasure coursing through her body. His mouth swallowed her noises like their favorite cheap wine and she kicked open his legs with her own.

At the loss of her contact, Bucky sighed, but then her hand traced the lines of muscle and- oh, yeah, she really knew him well. “We’re gonna do this,” Bucky stammered out, “r-right now? Like, here and right now?”

Y/N snuck a hand under his shirt, feeling up the tight, smooth muscle he’d built up in the gym throughout college. “What can I say, emotional intimacy turns me on.”

“All emotional intimacy or just mine?” Bucky questioned.

There was a long pause. An on-the-verge-of-worrying pause. “Just yours, probably ‘cause I don’t get to see it as often.”

It worked well enough for him.

Bucky shrugged and placed his lips back onto hers, right where they should’ve been all along. With nimble, quick-moving fingers, Y/N fisting his shirt, mumbling a barely audible “off” and he complied to her every whim. When she begged for him to work his pants down he did and though she wanted to make the night about him, he still palmed at her tits with both hands through their messy makeout. She moaned at the way he pinched her hardening nipples through his thin tee shirt and her lacy bralette, but attention was quickly pulled away when she noticed his hardened length, his thick, hardened length against the inside of her thigh. So she did what any good person would do, and dropped down to her knees in front of him.

“God, you are so fucking horny right now,” Y/N simpered from below him, “I bet you’ve been waiting a real long time to get off, haven’t you, baby?”

Bucky could do nothing but moan and whine, with her lashes tickling his Adonis belt and her hand resting still over the bulge in his shorts. He was so close to coming right there on the spot because it was Y/N. Y/N who had patched him up after fights during lunch when he got bloody noses, and who had given him some of those as well. She’d stuck with him through shitty high school relationships and he’d offered her a place to stay when her house gave her too much to think about. There was a simple peck on the lips in a drunken haze, once, maybe twice throughout their college years, and absolutely nothing more. 

And now it was- 

“Y/N.” Bucky nearly choked on his own spit when she squeezed his length. Her on her knees, her fingers scrambling for his waistband like a madman. The elastic slapped once, twice against his taut skin as she fought to get it off, and with each short sting of pain, he found that he was struggling to breathe properly. 

It must’ve been a sight, him with his growing chestnut hair in a mess atop his head, cheeks red, and jaw dropped because his best friend was his. Y/N laid hot, open-mouthed kisses across his bare abdomen as she worked his underwear off, just pulling it down far enough for his cock to spring up and hit his stomach. He was needy. Precome dribbled down the shaft of his girthy dick, the thick head almost a purplish shade from nothing but pure lust. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to get off without thinking of her praises, and it was finally payback time.

Y/N didn’t even realize it, but she was drooling for his cock. She kneeled between his legs, absolutely transfixed on what stood between them, and immediately she got to work, licking up his mess.

Fuck.

Bucky hissed, his metal hand instinctively palming the back of her head. He reeled in the filthy sounds she made sucking his cock, her little gurgles and gags just turning him on even more. Her hot breath fanned out over his bare skin, and there and then Bucky decided: there was nothing better than the girl he loved sucking his cock.

“Oh shit, sweetheart, feel so fucking good, takin’ me so well too.” Bucky thrusted his hips into her throat, watching tears spring to her eyes at how deep he was. He smoothed down the baby hairs framing her face and rubbed her cheekbone soothingly. “Baby, say that I’m yours, please, I need to hear you.’

Y/N pulled off of his cock for a moment, watching a strand of saliva thin between the two of them. “All mine, Buck,” she kissed the tip of his cock, relishing the sweet noises that got caught in his throat, “and ‘m all yours. You’re doing so well, baby, taking my mouth so well. I know you wanna come, but just wait a little while, won’t you? I know you can be a good boy, Jamie.”

Her praise made him wild with climbing desire and though it hurt, how could deny a thing to his pretty girl?

As she took his dick back in he had to hold in a breath. He could feel each muscle in his body clench as he tried to dull the pleasure that ran rampant through his veins. The surroundings around him became a little hazy with each inch of him she took in her throat, the picture of his arm around her on the nightstand barely visible with the hot white ecstasy taking over his mind. 

Bucky was still too flustered to realize he had never had a chance like this- especially with someone he was so in love with.

He was putty in her hands. Fully and wholly he melted into her, barely able to stand up straight against the wall when she started massaging his tight balls. Y/N owned his body, whether she was planning on it or not, just with a couple of sweet (and filthy) words and her award-winning smile. 

One of her heavenly hands journeyed from his heavy sac to his left thigh and caressed the clenched muscle there. She enjoyed feeling him relax into her arms as she bobbed her head along his thick length, her lips nearly stretching at the seams from his girth. The coil at the pit of his tummy began to tighten, almost painfully so and he knew that he couldn’t stave off his orgasm much longer.

One warm palm grabbed the wall behind him, the other moving Y/N on his cock quicker as he grew closer. “Baby, baby, baby, ‘m gonna come so soon. Shit, I- please, I need to come, sweetheart, please.”

She nodded and hummed around his dick, and that sent him over the edge. 

“F-fuck, sweetheart. Love you so much, ‘m comin’, oh God-” He whimpered loudly as he spilled down her throat, coating it with ropes of his thick come. Y/N could only hum around his dick as he fucked her throat raw through his orgasm, the head of his cock bumping against her constricting walls. “You feel so good wrapped ‘round my cock, baby, no one’s as good as you. My pretty girl.”

When he finished releasing all his spend down her throat and she swallowed, he pulled her up to his mouth, getting another taste of her lips. She tasted like him and marshmallow and salt and he was addicted to her, her mouth, her body and everything that made her her. His mind was an endless daze of confusion and barely coherent after receiving the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, but he knew that he had her. Not wanting to be apart for any longer, he grabbed her close, pushing his tongue past her lips and her face in his hands, one hot and the other cold. Her hands grappled at anything to ground her from that forceful kiss, finding purchase on his bare shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. 

“Love you, Buck,” she whimpered into his mouth, “always have, baby.”

She finally found it in her to pull away from him and when she did, she was met with his pretty fluttering eyes, a bashful flush spread across his face and chest. Her hands soothed his shoulders and her eyes- he saw everything in them. The pretty shade erupted with color, love, and care, just as they always had when she looked at him. Just one of the many reasons his heart beat for her and her only.

With gentle hands she planted one more kiss to his soft lips, tucking his softened cock back into his briefs before walking over to his twin-sized bed.

“Y-you-” Bucky gulped with wide eyes, watching as Y/N started to make her way under his covers. She motioned for him to get the lamplight and he did with a confused stare. Waddling over to where she laid, he asked, “you don’t wanna do anything else?”

As she grabbed his arm to pull him down, she answered him. “Do you wanna do anything else right now?”

“I mean,” he blushed and scratched the back of his head, “only if you want to. I didn’t just wanna get off, y’know? I meant what I said earlier.”

“I know you did, Buck,” she kissed the heel of his palm above her heart. “Meant it too when I said you’re all mine. Never wanted anyone else.”

“Huh,” he let Y/N turn around in his hold, listening to the sheets rustle around them until their noses were brushing. She planted a kiss on his lips, but when she pulled away, he was the one to reel her back in for another. His tongue slipped into her mouth and they traded breath, whispers of adoration laced in her taste. But then Bucky stopped. “But y-you- you didn’t get to-”

“There will be plenty of time for you to get me off later, Buck, but please for the love of God and everything holy, go to sleep.” She kissed him once more before burrowing her head into the warmth of his bare chest. “It’s nearly midnight, baby, and you’re really grumpy with the kids when you don’t get enough sleep.”

His metal hand tightened his hold against her tee-shirt covered back. “‘M not grumpy, you lie. I am a beam of sunshine with the kids.” 

She didn’t respond to his joke, but he could feel her huff out a laugh against his chest. It was late. Outside his window, he could see that they had killed the fire, only smoke swirling up into the moonlit sky as blackness surrounded the rest of the night. So he closed his eyes, trying to tame his heart that was beating only for the sleepy girl he held in his arms. 

But of course, he couldn’t help but say it again.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

In the silence of their kindling love, they could hear the crickets. Truly they were rather loud at night, with their nature symphony, the rustling redwood trees, and occasional coyote howls illuminating the music. Inside of an old wood cabin, two college lovers laid, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Their hearts finally full entwined with each other's burning love for the other, they were in for a peaceful night. 

“Love you too, Buck.”

A peaceful night indeed.

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