#i know i'm posting this at ass o'clock but i needed to get it out before the finale.

[natashaslittlegirl]

The contract - Romanoff's Assistant

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: It's your first day working in Romanoff's Company

Boss ! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant ! Reader

Warnings: none

Natasha Romanoff's Masterlist RA Masterlist RA Account Chapter II aesthetic

This morning hits different, you got up earlier than usual. You start dressing yourself up with your choosen outfit from the night before, well, from friday when you got back from the interview actually. Dress pants and black shirt, leather boots and as always your beige coat, it's your lucky charm, but don't say anything because otherwise it won't work.

You leave your apartment but not before feeding and giving Lena lots of kisses, this cat is going to be the death of you because of so much cuteness. So little and cuddly. You love when she comes and sits on your lap purring for you to caress her, so delicate, you love her.

You're walking along the avenues, luckily you're not that far from the coffee shop or work now. You make a quick stop, look at your applewatch, 7:45am, you still have time. Kate smiles at you when she sees you arrive. "Morning, girl! The usual?"

"Yes, please, and a coffee with almond milk, extra hot without sugar and the cup 70% full, please."

"So you remembered Romanoff's request, huh?" she looks at you with mischief in her eyes, oh, you certainly forgot to mention, that she already knows you have a little, not so little, crush on Miss Romanoff, that's why the look. You remember your call from friday evening.

While you waited for your lasagna to heat up, you grabbed your phone and dial Kate. "I got the job!" she screamead and you had to move the device away, otherwise it would make you deaf.

"No way, you little lucky ass!"

"Yes, I don't even know how, what if it goes wrong?" you start to doubt, "Miss Romanoff said one mistake and I'm screwed, help."

"Don't be stupid, Y/N, you'll do fine, relax." Well yeah, you don't even started yet. "I imagine you've had your eye on her." 

"I mean, could you blame me? She's beautiful." Miss Romanoff is beautiful indeed.

"She's hot," so hot "you already have a crush on her, don't you?"

"I can't lie to you."

You two talked a little more until a line of customers formed and Kate can't make six coffees at the same time, you doubt it.

"Kate," you let out a sigh, "I'm her assistant, the first thing I have to do in the morning is get her coffee, also, so do you."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say." she says as she prepares the coffees. You hand her the money and look at you watch again before she pass them to you, 7:53 am, shit, you need to hurry.

"Thank you Kate!" she waves back and you walk out as fast as possible, god these boots are not for rushing. But you got into the building and reached the elevator on time, 7:58am.

Fuck, hurry up, please. You mentally said to yourself, cursing the machine. You got to the twenty-seventh floor at 8 o'clock, ugh on time. You leave the coffees on your desk and wait for Miss Romanoff to show up.

You turn on the computer and go through the agenda, it's already organized so you don't have to do much. Not even five minutes pass and Miss Romanoff makes her entrance, how can this woman look like this at eight in the morning?

"Good morning, Miss Romanoff," You get up from your chair and grab her coffee, "I brought you coffee." she looks at you up and down as she takes the cup, taking a sip of coffee with a smirk on her face.

"So, coffee the way I like, you're on time and you're presentable."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

She goes on her way to her office and you go yours to the desk. You continue making appointments in the agenda and suddenly it's already 10am, how fast. You see that Miss Romanoff has a charity event offered by the Stark family and needs confirmation, you write the event in the agenda, the computer and on a post it in front of her, to much, huh? Interrupting your thoughts, you get a call saying Miss Romanoff is needed on the 5th floor.

You head to her door office, you can't see inside but you know she can sees you. knock twice waiting for her to let you in. "Come in" you hear her say and you walk into her office closing the door behind you.

"Miss Romanoff?" she looks up from her and scans you.

"Yes, Y/N, what's up?"

"I wanted to inform you that this Friday you've a charity event offered by the Stark family, it requires confirmation and they need you now on the 5th floor" You say and wait for her response.

"Thank you, confirm my invitation and yours too and call the 5th floor, tell them I'm coming, look for me in fifteen minutes, I'm busy and I don't want to waste time." She stops and takes some papers with her, you step aside and open the door for her to leave, you see her go to the elevator and disappear once it closes the doors. You send the confirmations to the event, but you didn't know that you'll have to go. 

When trirteen minutes pass you call the elevator and play the 5th floor to get Miss Romanoff back, you arrived and started to looking for her in the hallways. She didn't said where you were suposed to look for her. Passing the cubicles separated by glass panels, a woman comes out and you take the opportunity to ask her about Miss Romanoff.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, Miss Romanoff's new assistant, can you tell me where she is? She needs to attend to an important call."

"Hi, I'm Debbie, nice to meet you. Yes, she's down the hall with Lou, the accountant."

"Thank you very much, it's a pleasure for me too" you walk to the end until you find the accountant's office, knock twice and wait for the order to enter. You hear gasps and don't want to imagine what they are doing inside. You hear a 'come in' and take a deep breath before going inside, for your surprise, Miss Romanoff is sitting in front of the accountant's desk and the other woman is standing serving two glasses of water.

"Y/N, what's up?" She turns her head around to look at you.

"Miss Romanoff, you have an important call, they said it can't wait." She rolls her eyes, is she kidding?

"Y/N, this is Lou, our accountant" She points the other woman and then you, "Lou, she's Y/N, my new assistant." 

"Nice to meet you, Miss" 

"The pleasure is mine, darling." She smiles at you, making you gulp, Miss Romanoff therefore, looks at the other woman and rolls her eyes again. She gets up from her chair and walks out with you. You both reach the elevator and go to your respectives offices.

You spent the rest of the day reviewing plans, events, and trips. Schedule and rearrange appointments for tomorrow and when you look at the clock it's already 5pm, you hear Miss Romanoff calling you into her office.

"You called me, Miss Romanoff?" You stand halfway at the door.

"Yes, come in and close the door." You do what she says and stay standing in front of her desk, you just hope you didn't do anything wrong. You feel nervous remembering that everyone must be leaving by now. Well you don't think you'd done anything wrong.

"I want to talk to you about something, Y/N," you gulp "sit down."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." You do what she says and sit with your legs crossed.

"Don't be afraid, you didn't do anything wrong. I called you so we can talk about the contract, payment, schedules, and I need some confirmations from you." She grabs one of the two folders in front of her and hands it to you.

You open it and the first thing you see is my salary, you don't know if you're dreaming or if you're seeing things wrong but here it says 120k, you didn't even think that the assistants earned that much, you expected 60k at the most.

"Miss Romanoff?"

"Yes, Y/N." you look at her

"Is this amount serious?"

"Yes, do you prefer monthly or fortnightly?" oh god I can't believe it.

"Monthly? I thought it was yearly," you whispered under your breath, "Monthly is fine, Miss Romanoff." She noted something in her folder, which you guess must have the same documents as your.

"Okay then, go to page three," You turn to the page and read, your schedules Mon-Fri 8am-5pm, Sat 9am-1pm, lunch break one hour, any time you choose. "Are your schedules okay with you?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

"Perfect, we already have the basics confirmed. I need you to tell me if you are willing to go on business trips, go to events, meetings and all this kind of thing. Everything is detailed on page 5 onwards, you don't have to answer me now, tomorrow you can bring me the signed folder with what you can do and what not. You will also have a card in your name for expenses that we make on trips and for the clothes that I ask you to wear, is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff, all clear"

"You can go, Y/N." You got up from the chair, grab the folder and go to your office, find your handbag, put on your beige coat and walk to your apartment.

You arrived and left everything on the table in front of the couch, You went to your room to take off your clothes, take a shower and put on your pyjamas, the black short silk with lace edges, you love it, it is very confy.

There is nothing you like more than a relaxing shower, leaving there smelling like vanilla, how nice. You go back to the kitchen. It's 8:45 p.m. dinner time. You open the fridge but you find it empty, you must've forgot to do the groceries again, well, pizza will be. You order and while you wait for the delivery you go to pour yourself a glass of white wine. You receive the pizza, pay and go to the couch and find Lena in a super adorable position, picture worthy, she's very cute.

While you eat, you read the contract, it seems like a very good offer, obviously you're going to take it.

Passport. Yes

Travel in the country. Yes

Travel abroad. Yes

You keep reading and you find everything reasonable, you ended up marking everything 'yes' and you send Kate if you have a work trip if she can take care of Lena.

Kate ☕

Of course I'm going to take care of that adorable little kitten

Great, one less thing to worry about.

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[gemini-sensei]

Not What You Think | Tattooist!Hawk x Chubby!Reader

Tattoo Parlor AU ○ Based off of this POST ○

CW: suggestive themes, vulgar language, mentions of needles and healing processes (unedited).

"So did she actually get a tattoo or did you fuck her?" Tory asked. She was sitting at the worktable in the lobby, working on a drawing for a client. Her eyes stayed on the paper, but her ears were pert as the parlor fell quiet.

Hawk was trying to eat a granola bar, having just sent his newest client out the door with a "have a nice rest of your day" and an appointment card to come back for any touch ups her tattoo. She'd been very sweet, very easy to work with. She sat well, except for one little uncontrollable thing...

She moaned a lot during the session. Hours on hours of moaning. Fairly loud moans as well.

He almost choked on the granola and chocolate in his mouth upon hearing the question. It still made him cough and as he did his best to not die, Tory barked with laughter. She was the only one.

Then Robby spoke uo. "I thought he might very been killing her."

"Oh my god, I know," Tory groaned. She stopped drawing and sat back in her chair, finally looking up. "No one should be making those kind of noises back there."

Hawk finally regained his strength amd wits, taking a sip of long overdue water. "Shut up. Everyone reacts differently to getting a needle stuck into them a thousand times. And I was tattooing the the backs of the thighs, she's a little thick, so they were sensitive."

"I'm sure she enjoyed you grabbing her thick ass thighs," Tory snickered.

Hawk glared at her, but she only smirked in response. However, before he could come up with a witty comeback, someone else interjected.

Demetri grimaced. "I can't stand here and listen to this anymore. It was bad enough hearing the... noises coming from your room. I don't need any speculative imagery to go along with it. I have a two o'clock coming in soon, so maybe don't talk about it anymore either."

With that, he let the room and walked down the hall to his work room. He shut the door for some peace and quiet. Tory rolled her eyes and gathered her stuff.

"Whatever, she's just lucky she was the only one booked while she was here. I saw how embarrassed she was walking out of here, so I can only image how much worse it would have been had the rest of us has someone here," she said. Then she stood up and sighed.

Miguel let out a huff that was between disbelief and astonishment. "Yeah, my client had to reschedule. Kinda glad he did."

Robby shrugged. "I'm just waiting on walk-ins honestly."

Tory smirked and looked at Hawk. "Lucky, lucky you."

"Shut up, Tory," he spat, tired of the teasing.

They all cleared out of the lobby except for Miguel and Hawk. Miguel was at the reception desk, working on the computer as the phone rang. He greeted the person on the other end with his usual enthusiasm and Hawk walked outside, looking for some fresh air.

As soon as he was outside and leaning on the wall, Sam was walking up from her car. She smiled brightly and pushed her sunglasses up. "Hey, Hawk!"

"Hey," he grumbled.

Her smile quickly turned into a frown. "What's wrong?"

If anyone had a fix to a problem, it was Sam. That was part of her job after all. So even though it was a little embarrassing, he told her about what happened. "I had this new client come in. She was looking for a new shop to go to because all the ones she went to before never wanted her back. I wasn't worried about it. She's really sweet, too, so I didn't understand what everyone else's problem was."

"Did he kick and scream or something?"

"Worse."

"Break something?"

"No."

"Then what did she do?"

"She moaned. A lot. Like, the whole time I was tattooing her."

"Oh." Sam's pulled an awkward face before fixing it. She became thoughtful. "So what's the problem?"

"She's coming back for touchups and the second half of her tattoo."

"I see," she mused.

Things became silent and Hawk thought there was no way to fix this. There wasn't even a "real" problem to solve, but it sure did feel like there was. He rested his head back on the brick wall behind him and sighed. Just as he thought there was no hope, only further awkward situations, Sam let out a loud,

"Aha! I got it!"

"What?" he asked her, standing from the wall and turning to her hopeful.

She smiled. "You have your own studio at home, right? I know you've tattooed Miguel up there plenty of times. So why don't you just invite her out there for a more private setting. Surely that will be a lot better for you and especially her."

"Invite a stranger to my house? Are you crazy?"

"What's the difference than picking up a girl and taking her home?"

They were quiet for a moment, then Hawk sighed, knowing she was right. He supposed it wasn't a totally bad idea either. So he relented and nodded to her.

"Okay, I'll call her in a few to rearrange some things. Can't be too hard, right? And it's just a tattoo. What's the worst that could happen?"

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[dreampurpledreams]

𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼 𝙂𝙮𝙢 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝

Synopsis: Self-explanatory.

Warnings: Bakugou is completely and utterly smitten with you, as he should be🥴. Light cursing. one mention of the N-word. I'm black do not worry

A/N: Send in requests please. I literally have nothing else to do.

1.5k words below the cut

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- Doesn't notice you at first 

- probably heard about you from Kirishima

-"Bro, did you see the new girl in the gym?"

-"Idc about some girl, moron." 

-"But she's so hot tho, and-"

-"So what?? I'm not gonna let some pretty face distract me, I'm only here to do one thing, and that doesn't include girls"

-Kirishima gives up on talking about you

-Everyone else talks about you too, though

-annoys him, now he doesn't want to meet you just to prove he's better than everyone else 

- goes to the gym one morning and sees everyone huddled up 

-they're all in his way 

- "Move out of my way before I light all your asses up, the gym isn't a place to socialize bastards"

- everyone disperses to reveal you: repping out 45s on back squat

- and he really can't help if his eyes gravitate to that fat- 

- "thank you for that" you had racked the bar and you were looking at him through the mirror 

- realizes he was caught staring, and is low-key embarrassed

-so you know how this boi handles that

- He walks right past you without acknowledging you, as if you don't exist 

- after that he starts to notice you everywhere. 

- he's getting dumbbells, you are too

- He's getting on the treadmills, the only open spot is one next to you

-starts getting distracted, and it pisses him off, so he starts coming late at night instead of early in the morning

- lord you have ruined this whole Bois schedule

- low and behold, he comes to the gym, 11 o'clock, and sees only one other person. What are the odds it's you

- decides to just ignore you and proceeds with his workout

Bakugou was gradually getting pissed off. How dare you interrupt his workout. Coming to the gym at the same time as him, looking all good and-.

"Get it together Bakugou."

He turned up his music, turned up the speed on the treadmill. Trying to distract himself. He looked over at you, you were racking up your weights, just finishing your squat. Something was kind of…attractive…, about seeing you obliterate those weights the way you did. How you pushed yourself, even on the days it was obvious you didn't want to work. The shape of your butt when you went down. He wanted to be behind you, his hands on your waist, guiding your body as you bent your knees, and allowed the weight to crush you, Catching it with your legs. You could probably crush him with those...thighs.

No,

"Focus Bakugou, she's not even that cute".

Oh but you were. With that body, cut and toned , as if you lived in the gym. How could your waist be snatched like that while your as-. And your hair, so intricately designed. It looked as if it took hours. He knew it did. He would never admit it but, he looked it up when he got home one night. Intrigued. Not wanting to actually acknowledge the fact he was thinking about you. Not just in the gym but everywhere.

Like how when he saw Mina, it reminded him of a picture you posted on your Instagram(that he didn't follow,but constantly looked at) . Your hair was all out, fluffed and it looked so soft he wanted to reach through the screen and touch it. You had captioned it, "Wash day✨🙈". Or the time he was shopping, and saw that brown shirt that perfectly matched the shade of your skin. He only bought it because he liked it, the decision had nothing to do with you. 

Turning up the speed for the third time, Bakugou ran. Hard. Maybe he could outrun these thoughts he kept having. This longing to reach out. Get to know you. He didn't need any distractions. But damn, did you make him want to break all his rules. Maybe just this one time..

"Hi, ___________________ bench?" Bakugou was so enraptured in his thoughts, he didn't see you walk up to him. Didn't feel you tap him. And he definitely didn't hear what you just said. 

"Huh?", he responded, removing his earbud from his ear.

"Sorry, I'm [Name], and I was wondering if when you're finished with that, would you spot me on bench?" 

Your voice was just as angelic as you looked. And It made his heart flutter, or could that have been your lips. Full and brown, with a pink shade towards the center. And it could have easily been the way you looked up at him, with those eyes. Looking into his, unafraid and filled with question. 

But what effected him the most, was the anger in your eyes when he responded with a curt,

"No"

,and continued running, as if you weren't there. The drop in his stomach. And  what scared him , was the way he wanted to apologize, say sorry, take it all back, just to see you smile at him again. And not the smile you were giving him right now, that was so obviously fake as you said

"Okay that's fine :)"

,and walked off. 

"Idiot", Bakugou muttered to himself. Oh well, he really didn't need any distractions. He put his headphones back on and attempted to run for a couple more minutes. Still thinking about you, and the interaction from earlier, Bakugou just decided to call it quits, and Try again tomorrow. 

As Bakugou gathered his things, he heard small, breathy noises. Almost as if… someone was.. crying. Bakugou whipped around and there you were, lying on your back, trying to stop the weight of the bar from crushing your chest. Bakugou ran over to you and quickly helped you rack the bar. Jesus, was it heavy. "Thanks, that bar almost took me out", you joked. You thought this was funny? What kinda psychotic-. As you sat up, trying to catch your breath, Bakugou let you have it.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT. YOU MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH??. YOU DUMBASS. YOU CANT LIFT THAT !!YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY ALMOST DYING, MORONS LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN THE GYM."

"Excuse me".

Bakugou watched as your demeanor shifted from relaxed to furious all in a matter of seconds. You stood up. Looked him in his eye. And got right up in his face. 

"First of all, I asked you for help, and you said no. What you thought I wasn't going to work out just because you wanted to be an asshole?. Naw Nigga I don't need you. And second of all, I don't know who you think you are, but you must have lost your ever-lovin' mind if you think you're gonna talk to me just any kinda way. Boy you are outchyo tree. So you better fix it before I fix it for you."

Bakugou just stared.

"Jeez, got me in here acting a fool." Bakugou stood there for a minute. Trying to process the fact that you had just talked to him the way you did. He was shocked. And kind of turned on. Bakugou Laughed.

"I don't see what's funny."

He watched as you pouted, clearly not angry anymore. He found it cute how quickly you could change moods. And it only intensified his desire to get to know you. Before he could lose his nerve, Bakugou snatched your phone.(a/n: lemme tell you, 'ass. whoopin.)

"Boy, gimme my stuff back" 

"Hold on, I'm doin' somethin'."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Okay don't nothin take that long, gimme my stuff back now."

"Calm down woman, here".

Bakugou watched your face, looking for signs of rejection or disgust, as you looked at "Bakugou 😏" typed into your phone along with his number. "I didn't ask you for this" you said, but the smirk on your face revealed to him your joking nature. "You didn't have to, you obviously need a workout partner, and since you've been following me around like a fan girl, I decided to do you a favor. If you're going to insist on being a stalker you might as well do it with my permission", Bakugou said, smirking back at you. "Boy ain't nobody following you, I came here tonight because you always have your eyes on me, tracking my every move." Bakugou flushed red.

"What you thought I didn't notice??Boy you ain't it as slick as you think you are" you told him, and there was the sexy ass smirk again.

"Whatever, text me or don't, your choice" the blonde hair boy said, walking away.

Walking back to the dorms Bakugou was a little disheartened, as to how you didn't say anything back to him on the way out. "Well" he thought to himself "I don't need any distractions anyway". But he sure forgot that when he heard the ping is his pocket, and opened up his phone to see a message from an unknown number. 

(___)___ ____

     12:47am

Working out this late ain't it, maybe day after tomorrow we can go early, like usual

You

  12:47am 

6:00am

Don't be late 

Gym Hottie🙄

  12:48am

Okay, I'll be there

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[buckyarchives]

the trials and tribulations of getting Bucky Barnes a second date.

summary: Bucky hasn’t kissed someone since the 40s and he needs a little… practice.

words: 2.1k

tags/warnings: tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral reader, bucky being old and reader being horny

a/n: small drabble i posted on ao3 awhile ago. i need to post more on tumblr so here’s this.

read on AO3

—♡—

Boredom was going to eat you alive.

Bucky Barnes had fallen into a depression since his last date, it had probably been the tenth one this month because you and Sam were oh so determined to get James Buchanan Barnes back out into the dating scene. And the dating apps were definitely not working. So he opted out. Bucky came through the door of your shared empty apartment and declared he was destined to be alone and threw himself on the couch– and it seems he hasn't gotten back up since then.

“So like, Steve is an asshole.”

You hummed, eyes glued to the television screen. “Wait until you figure out that's not even his real name.”

“Jesus.”

Having been there on the whole failed-date-depression thing, you joined Bucky on the couch and decided to help him catch up with the 20th century. So you introduce him to netflix and your favorite series– shameless. It was trashy and loud and nothing like Bucky had ever seen. He described it as a train wreck that he couldn’t keep his eyes off. You agreed. He likes it.

Anyways, that was about 2 or 3 days ago, give or take. Sam had been texting and calling you both, in his words, to get off your lazy heartbroken asses before he had to come over and rip the television off the wall. Sam also texts you in big capital letters.

FIX HIM.

You scoff at the message and grab another piece of pizza from the coffee table. You glance at Bucky on the other side of the coach, lying parallel to you. His 5 o'clock shadow had grown darker, as well as the bags under his eyes. Bucky is wearing one of his many stupid red henley shirts and some sweatpants, your eyes travel down his body, and his foot is nudged between your side and the couch. You poke it. He flinches, Bucky’s a little ticklish. But don't tell anyone that.

“Alright, Buck.” You snatch the remote and pause the show. “What's your problem?” He looks offended, like he wasn't expecting this conversation at some point.

“I don't know what you’re talking about.” he sends a glare to you, the reflection from the tv makes his eyes glossy and bright. He looks pretty good, for being couch-ridden depressed. “You know what im talking about '' you snark back. Bucky turns, his face lands flat into a pillow. A muffled and pained-groan escaped his lips. Swiftly, you reach across the man's body and grab the pillow.

“Gimme that!” bucky reaches, but you’re quick.

“Not until we fix your… dating problem.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Jesus. You make it seem like I'm some loser.” he sits up, scooting to the edge of the couch. You tilt your head and give a teased look. He notices.

“I know, I know…'' Bucky trails off, eyebrows furrowed close as he dramatically falls back onto the couch. Pick a spot man. Bucky sighs and continues. “I just keep overthinking everything, like Steve always told me about how I used to be, y’know? That charming, romantic boy from brooklyn that swooned girls everywhere he went.”

You punch his shoulder softly, to lighten the mood? You were so not going to let Bucky go all doctor raynor therapy sessions on you, especially over your pizza. “Dude, don't brag.”

“Seriously,” bucky says your name, seriously. “I've come to face the fact, that boy is gone. But, i just overthink, and it gets awkward and then they start nagging me about me and my past–”

“Nope!” you interject. “That is not nagging, buck. That's called getting to know your date.”

“And, we had the talk about if you were going to try dating that mean having to tell people about your past.” you speak, matter-of-factly, your finger pokes his chest.

“Whatever. I just tense up and get nervous, it's hard talking to people. It’s not like you or sam!” he waves his hands around, motioning to you. Your mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out. You close your mouth. “Its just so stupid, dating is so different now. When did getting flowers become... weird?”

bucky looks confused, you could have sworn that sam and sharon gave him the run down on dating in the wonderful year of 2022. Guess not. “It's not weird, the standards have just gotten lower for men and dating.”

“More of a reason for me to be good at dating!”

“Oh poor you, old man!”

You throw his pillow back at him, Bucky grabs it before it hits his face. Almost, you thought. The room goes silent again, you lean back against the couch next to bucky. Your head turns to look at him, his eyes are shut. You take notice of his features, not your first time though. Your mind darts back to when he first came to the tower, when he was still recovering (i guess bucky still is recovering now) and barely spoke a word. But, you were, well– still are, a horrible insomniac and he had his night terrors that left him screaming awake. And Steve knew when he was awake and Bucky cared too much to keep Steve awake at night.

So, call it fate or call it a weird coincidence, you two found yourself in the commons room on late nights, which turned into sharing a bed. Two friends, sharing a bed to comfort each other. Totally platonic! And if the shoes fits. Bucky never had nightmares when he slept in your bed, maybe it was your brand of sheets? That was years ago and he still hasn’t told you that, maybe that was one of the reasons he agreed to buy an apartment with you.

Those nights, when you slept close to him (platonically!) you also, slept better and fell asleep much faster than normally. Which was a plus, but god– you could stare at him for hours. You wished to trance your finger along his jaw, or the curve of his nose, or maybe even just feel this skin on his cheek. You never indulged, you were scared you’d wake bucky and have to stop staring, is that creepy? Maybe, but he looked like he was sculpted by the gods so you’re sure they'd be very flattered knowing you were admiring their work. You’ve been doing that for years now and have yet to tell him about his beauty.

A quiet, breathy nose-laugh comes from bucky. You’re snapped from your thoughts and you see his eyes are open now. He didn't see you staring, did he?

“What?” you’re still looking at him. Bucky shakes his head, waving off your question.

You grab at his hand, the cold metal meeting your warm flesh, a comforting feeling. He doesn't flinch like he used to. You smile to yourself. “No! You can't do that and not tell me!”

“I can't say, really. It's kinda embarrassing.”

'`Oh?” you give him that look, that look that says ‘tell me or i'll cry.’ or maybe it's ‘tell me or i'll hurt you.’ whatever, it works.

“Don't give me that look, doll.” the nickname lulls off his tongue. You smile again. “Fine, okay. It's just… this last date. She– uh, she tried to kiss me and she was so close and i got nervous and tensed up, i panicked, really. Because i dont think ive actually kissed anyone since, well, the 40s.”

Your mouth gapes open. You don't mean to, really, but damn. No wonder he can't get a second date, the old man is practically a 13 year old boy when it comes to girls. Bucky glances over to you and sees your face. He screws his eyes shut in embarrassment and goes back to head in pillow mode. Maybe you'll tease him a bit more. “Buck, your virginity has practically grown back by now.”

“Oh, will you stop with that.” he playful smacks your leg. You laugh to yourself. And bucky swears he felt just a little bit lighter. Just a smidge.

Bucky sits back up again. Seriously pick a position to lay! He looks at you. Shifts his weight, shifting closer to you. He lays his head on your shoulder. You loved it when he did that.

“I'm never going to get laid.” he jokes, is he joking? You both laugh.

“You are shit out of luck, bucky.”

Suddenly, you had an idea. One that would go terribly wrong or terribly right. Maybe even wonderfully right.

You gulped. “Hey, bucky?”

He hums. bucky turned to look at you and you almost, just almost backed out on this very stupid and slightly self-indulgent idea. “I have an idea, to help you… get out of your shell. You can say no and hate it or me, and walk away and be mad at me for even suggesting this but…” you trailed off, slightly fiddling with your hands. Bucky's eyes brows furrowed slightly as he gave you a confused look.

“You can kiss… me. If you want, just to get you out of your shell, you know? And to make you more comfortable with the whole motion… of kissing.. Someone, anyone.” you keep talking, rambling. God, you need to stop talking. Finding the right words seemed so impossible. This idea sounded much better in your head, you fiddle with your fingers more.

He doesn't respond. Fiddle with fingers more. You screw your eyes shut and expect him to get up off the couch, finally, and be depressed in his room.

Bucky thinks for a moment, sucks in his lip. “Sure.”

Your eyes shoot open. ”what?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck–

“Only if you're comfortable with it, sure.” Bucky said. It was your turn to panic now, had you really thought this through? Did you really want to do this? Spoiler, yes you did. But you really didn’t think he’d actually agree to this, you assumed he’d say no and you two would, hopefully, just laugh it off and continue watching shameless.

“Doll? You okay in there?’ he smiled at you like this idea wasn’t crazy.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just thinking..” you stopped yourself from speaking out your thoughts. You faced him. “You really wanna do this?”

Bucky just nodded and moved to face you. His eyes landed on you and just like that, a flip switched and you couldn't stop the word vomit.

“Seriously, I don't want to force you to do this or make you uncomfortable, also I really don’t want this to change anything between us, you know? Because i really like being your friend and if this jeopardized it that would be really bad-”

“Just shut up and let me kiss you.”

Then, suddenly. His lips slant against yours and bucky swears he’s in heaven. Swears that you're an angel. Bucky's hand instantly grabbed the back of your neck to quickly close the gap between you two. You sat there still under his grasp for a second, before snapping back to life and slowly beginning to kiss back. You'd never imagined being in this position years ago, hell even 30 minutes ago. Your hands raised to the sides of his face, this moment was so sensual and sweet it could rot your teeth. Bucky's lips were so warm and soft against yours, this felt like heaven. His tongue grazed your lips, you let him in and soon he danced in your mouth. It was all too sweet and hot. You had to cherish this moment while you could because this could, and probably, will be the only time you get to kiss him.

Pulling away slowly, your eyes made contact instantly. Surprise and… lust, flashed in Bucky's eyes. You were both breathing heavily and you glanced at his lips, they were pink and wet, even a little swollen. He had yet to say anything and it was getting harder to resist going in again. He sucked his bottom lip in and his eyes shot to your lips for a moment.

“Fuck it.” you breathed out.

And you dove into him, pushing him down onto the couch so you were on top of him as you connected your lips again. Your hands latched around his neck as he gripped your waist, pulling you even closer into him. The kiss was more aggressive this time, his hands were all over you as you started to trail yours down bucky's body, feeling how solid his chest was under his henley shirt.

“It's always been you.” bucky pulls away just far enough to murmur against your lips. Your body feels incredible hot. “I just wanted you.”

the world went quiet, your brain short-circuited and all you could focus on was his icy eyes and his hands holding your face. Was this a confession? or were you dreaming? oh my god. your mouth gaped open slightly.

“you’re telling me we could have done this months ago?”

Bucky's eyes crinkled and he laughed. you feel like you're on fire. and he dips down again.

#james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you

[repurpose-yourself]

Speed Limit

About 50 miles north of Phoenix, Arizona stood a sign. Nothing eye-opening or mind expanding. Just a simple sign. A speed limit sign, telling drivers to keep it at 75 MPH or below. Many dotted the highway, situated on the side of the road in harsh desert climates to the crisp, clean air of the mountains.

While the authorities enforced rules, these signs spoke volumes on various tickets they contributed to.

At 3 o'clock in the morning, a rusty truck pulled off the highway and stopped in the ditch. It was low enough to hide the truck from prying eyes but not too complicated to drive out of. In the distance, a new 75 MPH speed limit sign stood. It replaced an older one riddled with bullet holes.

Inside the cab two men downed their open beers and tossed them on the floor. They slowly emerged from the truck, staying low against the body while walking towards the bed. Carefully the tailgate was lowered and each pulled out a shotgun case. Inside, their favorite firearm and weapon of choice to create some trouble.

"This is payback for throwing Jacob in jail," one of the men remarked, loading his shotgun.

"It was a fucking sign. Our taxes pay for these things!" the other added, readying his weapon too.

"If he would have just kept his head down, Jacob wouldn't have been booked for our little mischief here," the first one said, aiming the gun at the speed limit sign, "The dumb ass was too close to the tailgate and fell over the fucking edge when I accelerated. I wasn't about to go back with the sheriff closing in."

Another shotgun was cocked and loaded, "Yeah, he's a fuck. But he's our fuck, for better or worse. Shame they pinned destruction of public property on him. I mean, I'm glad it wasn't me, since we all have been shooting holes in road signs. But it still sucks it was him."

"Jacob, buddy, I know you're not here right now. But this is for you!"

What the two men didn't realize was Jacob had been there all along. The speed limit sign watched them pull up and get out. Immediately recognizing the former friends, Jacob felt an overwhelming fear consume the printed metal sign.

'Guys! It's me! I'm the sign!' the former person tried to reason, though internally as Jacob had lost all the qualities that made the individual human, 'The sheriff turned me into this fucking sign as punishment! Don't shoot!'

A loud, pronounced bang rang out. A large hole exploded outward at the bottom right of the sign. Jacob howled in pain as bits of the living sign flew through the air and landed on the cold ground. Others simply tore away and hung from the sign.

'Stop!' Jacob cried.

Another shot went straight through the top screw hole, tearing more of the speed limit sign away and causing it to tilt to the right, before turning upside down.

"That hit the spot!" one of the guys exclaimed.

A final gun blast blew the left side of the sign away, spraying more fragments of metal across the ground. By now, Jacob wasn't much of a speed limit sign anymore. The former human resembled a mangled mess of metal. Fearing more destruction, an unexpected relief brought pause to the two friends.

"Fuck! The sheriff!" the other remarked, "We need to leave now!"

They hurried through unloading and concealing their weapons. Dashing to the cab, the two jumped into the truck and sped off, ducking down the moment tires touched the highway. In the distance, lights flickered and a siren wailed. Eventually the sheriff's SUV abruptly halted before the speed limit sign, with the officer jumping out, gun drawn.

But a quick evaluation determined what the sheriff knew all along, the criminals were gone. Instead, he holstered his gun and approached the speed limit sign. His boots stepped on a few of the pieces, smashing them into the ground.

"They certainly did a number on you, Jacob," the sheriff said, kneeling down and picking up one of the larger pieces, "Looks like we'll need another sign."

The sheriff turned away and walked down into the ditch, stepping towards a fence post. He yanked something off and returned with what looked like a night vision trail camera.

"One of your friends will make a good replacement, Jacob," the sheriff said, holding up the camera, "I'm sure we'll have some nice photos to determine who they are."

Tossing the camera into his vehicle, the sheriff returned to Jacob and grabbed the bottom of the living sign. A swift pull was enough to remove the speed limit sign from the metal post it was fixed to.

"Since you're not useful anymore, I might just keep you in my office. I could have you recycled and melted down. But that's no fun. Maybe I can straighten you out and make you into something... like a floor mat to put my boots on or maybe even a cigarette tray," the sheriff said, laughing, "So many possibilities."

Jacob simply groaned internally as the former human was tossed onto the front seat floor boards. In the driver seat, the officer turned over the engine and returned to the highway, eager to make Jacob's former friends pay with their lives...

#inanimate object #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #revenge tf #unaware tf #nonconsensual tf

[jedusaur]

Recs: Clint/Bucky fics with 200-500 kudos

after going through the entire Clint/Bucky pairing tag on AO3, I did a recs post for my favorite fics with under 200 kudos (a range covering more than half of the works in the tag) and now I've decided to do one for fics with 200-500 kudos (another ~quarter of the tag). there are 36 pages of fic with more than 500 kudos, so I figure most people won't get to these on a casual binge.

What Spring Does With the Cherry Trees, by @bittercape (32k) Bucky moves into Clint's apartment building and starts working on figuring out what he likes. this one has that lovely chill vibe where they both kinda know where their relationship is heading and neither of them is in too much of a rush to get there, which is my absolute favorite kind of slow burn, and there's a lot of focus on reflection and healing and self-care and just hangin out being comfortable with each other <3

You Can Never Go Home Again, by @flawedamythyst (49k) Clint and Bucky get sent back in time to 1939, and Bucky slowly unlearns his internalized homophobia and realizes that the "just two straight buddies helping each other out" handjobs they've been exchanging are not actually straight. I did a literal double-take when I saw how few kudos this had, it is one of my favorite fics in this pairing and it has the single hottest first kiss I have ever read in my entire life

Delicate Tension, by @feedmecookiesnow (53k) beautiful, quiet, sweet, sexy road trip fic, with lots of pleasant imagery in Bucky's photography and a satisfying slow-ish burn that resolves about halfway through so there's some nice early relationship navigation too. the tags are accurate but don't really convey the vibe of it, the trauma stuff is fairly low-key and the general feel is uplifting. also, the choice of tattoo on Clint's ass is INSPIRED, just an absolute *chef's kiss* bit of characterization there

Days That Used To Last A Lifetime, by @there-must-be-a-lock (10k) in which Clint is a dog walker and Bucky is a shameless flirt and both of them are a hot mess and do a lot of recreational drugs and end up murmuring secrets to strangers at ass o'clock in the morning in someone else's apartment

Sequestered, by @lizabethl (38k) in which Clint and Bucky are separately sent off to the same beach house for a much-needed vacation, then hop back on duty just long enough to temporarily acquire a child. deals with some tough stuff but it's mostly about healing and connection and growth

Hydra's Bite, by @flawedamythyst (118k) Buffy AU with a long piney slow burn and great found-family vibes. Clint is the Xander who rescues Bucky from a nest of hydras, Natasha is the Slayer, Coulson is kind of the Giles except undead, Jarvis is the ghost butler, Bruce has a demon living in him, and Tony inherited leadership of the Watchers' Council from his dad. also there's a running joke about all the demons Clint has fucked XD

quickly dream away the time; and then the moon, by @cloud--atlas (16k) Clint is housesitting Tony Stark's mansion in the Hamptons when Lucky gets through a hole in the hedge and makes friends with the hot rich neighbor

Gonna Be My Girl?, by @mightymightygnomepriest (46k) Clint and Bucky hook up while Clint is dressed up as a schoolgirl for Halloween, then they both make some assumptions they shouldn't be making and Clint keeps fucking Bucky in girl mode only. I'm not generally a fan of this kind of miscommunication-based plot, but this one really worked for me

The Middle of the Story, by @lissadiane (13k) look. I know you're gonna read the tag "Clint is literally a unicorn" and immediately want to roll your eyes and close the tab. I know. just... *takes you by the shoulders and looks intensely into your eyes* just trust me, okay

Personal Security (Let's Go Steal Ourselves a Remix), by @supervillainny (8k) Clint develops an inconvenient crush on the head of security at the art gallery he and Nat are about to rob

Boris the Soviet Love Hammer, by @bittercape (11k) the title/tags/summary make this one sound way crackier than it is, it's just a fun get-together fic with a few shenanigans. the part where they're fighting bad guys and Steve goes "Hawkeye, NO" and Clint is just like :D "Hawkeye yes" :D made me laugh very very hard

Universal Constant, by @mariana-oconnor (16k) Clint gets knocked into another dimension where Bucky is a stripper, bangs him, then finds that dimension's Clint and bangs both of them together. A+ no notes

how do you want me, by @feathers-and-cigarettes and @sevdrag (6k) deliciously twisted hookup-turned-attempted-murder-turned-back-to-hookup

All Bark, All Bite, by @hawksonfire (6k) he was a werewolf, he was a vampire, can I make it any more obvious

#recs #fic #marvel #winterhawk #clint barton #bucky barnes #fandom #text

[safyresky]

Been thinking about CS!TSCS for a month at this point. Please enjoy these lil' doodles about it!

[ID in ALT and typed dialogue under cut :D]

Numero 1

Jacquie: Up the CHIMNEY?!

Carol: RIGHT UP IT! MID DISCUSSION!

Jacquie: GIRL, DUMP HIS ASS!!!!

Numero 2

Santa: How did you even GET that vest, huh?!?!

Jacqueline: I MURDERED my PREDECESSOR.

Santa: you what

Numero 3

Jack: Good day at work today, little flurry?

Jacqueline: Mmmmmm yep! Told Santa I killed you for the vest and the title >:)

Jack, turning around sharply and full of pride: HA! NICE!

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These were the doods I meant to post last last Thursday after this scrimbly Jacqueline, lol. When I tell you that Crystal Springs TSCS has been IN MY HEAD, I AM NOT JOKING!

The reason I didn't post these sooner is bc I really wanted to draw the last one and hadn't gotten around to it as of yet, and I also wanted to colour these PROPER scrimblies because holy SHIT I LOVE COLOURING 🤩🤩🤩🤩

More fun facts about CS in TSCS:

Carol and Jacqueline have regular vent sessions. Mostly Carol; Jacqueline's just there for the TEA (and emotional support)

Her catchphrase could very much be "CAROL. DUMP HIS ASS" in this cs au

"Don't you mean tscs au?" NO. TSCS IS AN AU IN ITSELF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

She frustrates Santa to no end bc A) She's Jack Frost and he has previous biases, and B) she goes OUT OF HER WAY to bother him.

When I say Jacqueline dislikes tscs!Scott, I am not joking. It is not hyperbole. She can't STAND him. And she tells him that to his FACE. MULTIPLE TIMES. And adds insult to injury bc she's buds with Carol and Buddy and Sandy, lol, and all the new gen elves are like, chill with her

(I have a silly hc that Betty is a Bernelle kid and Jacquie's her godmother, lollllll)

She and I both dislike people who need change and refuse to work on themselves/believe they're FINE and it SHOWS.

After she made the claim about murdering Jack, Santa was TERRIFIED on top of his usual distaste for Jack's successor lmao

She was quite delighted at how Santa took that tale. Elaborated a bit. I imagine it went something like this:

"...you what?" Her murderous look intensified. Santa could easily picture the darkness gathering around her the way it did in cartoons when the evil character was. Well. Being evil. "You heard me!" She sounded way too delighted, Santa noted. "I killed my predecessor! You know, the guy before me? Yeah. Stabbed him right dead. Pulled the vest out of the melted pile of slush that was once Jack Frost the first and put it right on." "...Jesus Christ."

Anyway, after that, she goes home and Jack pops in for 4 o'clock coffee and the final image ensues, lol. This interaction follows that:

"And he believed you?" Jack asked, pulling out the chair next to her and plunking down, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the ankles. "Damn near shat himself about it, too," Jacqueline confirmed, looking sly over the top of her mug. Jack laughed. "Oh that's, that's marvellous." "Mm! It was! THEN I elaborated. Told him I took the vest like a war trophy, you know? Didn't even wash it or anything. Shame I said SLUSH instead of BLOOD because I bet he would've like. DIED on the spot picturing me putting on a blood soaked vest, ehehe. I swear Jack, I could see his soul leave his body. Definitely top 5 best days at work. Maybe top 3, even."

Jack is deffs enjoying retirement in this au! Going full vacation mode, spending most days in various hot spots on various beaches with various drinks, usually popping by the family home for 4 o'clock coffee and cocoa--and a break from the sun since he burns and Winter worries

YES he IS still wearing his suit pants. I thought that'd be funny and just about died picturing him in khakis

With every Jack I draw his hair grows more powerful, AS IT SHOULD BE!!

I DID draw a chair behind Jacqueline but her poofy hair ate it~

I think she is A) older in this au than she regularly is and B) is already married to Dite. I'm still on the fence about both those things, but she feels older in this au--probably because the entire cast is older lmao

Late night post is late bc I finished colouring this and wanted to share it asap, DAMN THE TIME!!!!

#the santa clauses #the santa clause #the santa clause 3 #cs au #tscs!cs #cs!tscs #I am still unsure which way to tag this collection BUT WE'LL GET THERE #as i fear the only way to stop thinking about these scenarios is to. GASP. write em #i WILL be morning AND afternoon reblogging these bad boys! sorry NOT sorry! #they brought me joy and this is MY SWAMP! #dani speaks #dani doodles #crystal springs #i'm gonna post this so i know it goes up okay #then update the alts with the image ids :D #OH AND ALSO. APOLOGIES FOR PHOTO QUALITY. #as previously stated. I DONT HAVE A GOOD PLACE WITH NATURAL LIGHTING IN MY LIL 30S HOUSE #AHHHH #ALSO also I am actually a BIG FAN of the mrs c look they gave carol in the series #i loved the big bun and the cowl is my FAVE THING #she should wear it ALL THE TIME over EVERYTHING #THIS INCLUDES THE SHANIA TWAIN BAND TEE AND JEANS LOOK #A N D THE I AM TRYING TO BE GOTH LIKE MY DAUGHTER LOOK #man. thinking of how the series kinda butchered her character has me sad :(

[lovingdilfs]

First post… kinda nervous ö

I have an beautiful idea, making smut stories out Elvis songs!

So here is the first one.

The story is taking place in 1960

19 years and still the biggest virgin on the planet. Maria, your friend got invited to a party where Elvis Presley. When you finally decide to go with her everything changes in one night

(Based on the song let yourself go)

TW: smut, angst and alcohol

Word count 1.8k

The grammar is not it honey, English isn’t my first language so bare with me 🫶🏼

Let yourself go. Pt 1

"Well there is no discussion, you're coming to the party! Girl Elvis motherfucking Presley will be there, how could you ever think about not going."  Maria said on the phone

"Omg Elvis!" You said with excitement in voice.

"Yeah girl, that's what I said Elvis is coming to the par-" you interrupted Maria

"Maria, I don't care if Elvis will be there. I hate parties, is always some guys just trying to find pussy.

I'm not going"

"Yeah that's true... but what if Elvis is there to find some pussy and accidentally slips into yours" Maria laughed out well knowing you were the cleanest girl when it came to sex "And besides that point, then we will celebrate your 20th birthday a little earlier"

But the thought made you a bit warm inside.

Imagine if I lost my virginity to Elvis Presley. I wouldn't say I was a fan, but goddamn he was a beautiful man.

"Maria! Stop, I'm not going end of discussion"

"You're coming, end of discussion... I'll be at your house at 17'o'clock, then I'll fix you up and get you ready for the party.

Do you got a dress?" Maria were almost out of breath talking so fast.

"Yeah, no I don't" you said while looking at your closet.

"No worries I'll bring ya some" Maria hanged up.

"Mari" you were interrupted by the beeping sound.

You laid the phone back down and rolled on your back letting a breath leave your lips.

A knock hit the front door

"Shit" you said while your mouth was filled with food, you swallowed quickly and opened the door.

"Hello miss girl, are you ready- what! Haven't you showered yet" Maria lifted her arms, her hands were filled with hangers

"No... I-I fell asleep"

"Girl go upstairs and take a shower and shave every inch of your body" she said while closing the front door. You looked confused at her

"What are you looking at, hurry!" She smacked your ass.

You turned the warm water on, getting in. The warmth were spreading around your body. You wiped the water away from your eyes, looking down at the razor

doing all this work for nothing

You shaved everywhere knowing damn well nothing was going to happened tonight

But what if... 19 years old and still being the biggest virgin walking on the planet

You squeezed the rest of the water out of your hair, grabbed a towel. Dried your body off, putting on some your expensive moisturizer you only saved for special occasions. You opened the door to your bedroom, a steam cloud followed along with you.

"Clean?" Maria said while searching in your vanity

"Yes clean"

"Great, now sit down and let me do all the hard work" she followed your over to the free chair.

You looked confused around,

"Maria have you been looking in my closet?"

"Certainly, I needed to find some sexy panties, honey you need to throw out your grandma panties" she laughed, You rolled eyes at her.

2 hours went by quickly and you finally were done in Maria's beauty salon.

"And just like that! Your done" she swirled your chair around to face your mirror

"Oh gosh Maria, where did you learn all this stuff" you couldn't even recognize yourself, you looked so beautiful.

Your hair waved perfectly, your eyes were popping out underneath the makeup.

And the dress curves all the right places.

"You know, just here and there... If Elvis don't fuck the shit out of you tonight I will do it" she laughed "Now, get up and make a spin for me"

You did as she said

"Wow, I'm such a good friend" she clamped her hands together as she was a proud mother.

"You ready honey to get ya cherry popped" she said as she gathered her things.

__________________________________________

Maria and you pulled up the house, It was beautiful nothing like your own little house.

"Come on girl, let's get drunk and make dumb decisions" Maria pulled your arm.

A bunch of guys were standing out in the porch smoking and drinking.

"Sorry boys, but make room for the girls" Maria said while trying to push them away

How does she do it, the confidence.

You felt the guys eyes all over your body and you even heard one of them say "Goddamn, a ass she got" It left a red flush to your cheeks

Maria pushed the front door open, and the sight left you speechless. It was so beautiful, but so many people

No way, Elvis is going to lay a eye on me. There is so many beautiful girls here.

You grabbed Maria's arm tightly and followed her along out to the kitchen.

"Here take this and down it" she handed you a drink and you didn't even hesitate. The alcohol were burning all the way down.

"And this one to"

You looked at her like she had lost her mind

"Trust me, you will need it"

You poured the drink down your throat, coughed a bit of the burning sensation.

"And the last one for now, happy birthday girl" she handed you a glass and cheered with you

Oh gosh, whiskey

"Now let's dance!" She took your hand, and pushed against the crowd.

"Maria, have you seen him" you whispered into her ear trying to mute out the loud music

"Who..." she said

"You know Elvis" you eyes were searching for him.

"Uh la la, somebody is getting ready for tonight" she smirked and sent a wink. You hit her arm playful "Stop Maria, I just want to know if he even is here"

"Don't worry baby, I have a plan. Just follow along when you are bit more drunk"

1 hour passed by quickly, you felt more intoxicated by the second. Many people had gathered outside to smoke and talk.

"Last drink, and then we'll hunt for some boys" Maria said

"I'll be back in a second, I just gotta touch up, wait for me here okay" You downed the drink like it was water and headed for the bathroom.

The house were like a maze

How can a house have so many doors...

You wriggle the last door handle.

"One second" a thick southern voice came from the locked toilet.

"Oh I'm sorry sir-" the door opened and you were speechless and embarrassed.

Oh god why!

You starred at the beautiful man, coming out from the toilet.

His eyes were a dark blue that burned into your eyes. His hair were messy but still intact. His skin were light tanned

It's true, it really is true Elvis is so much handsome in real life

"Are ya going to use it?" He frowned his brows.

You just starred in silence before snapping back to reality "Oh yes, certainly. Thank you" you said while squeezing under his arm and past the door.

You closed the door slowly, still having your eyes all over Elvis. His hand slipped in between the door and doorframe

"Honey, what's ya name?" Elvis said while looking you up and down.

"Uhm... Y/N, why do wanna know my name" you said in flirtatious way

Nooo, so embarrassing. Never drinking again.

"Y/N, pretty name you got there honey. Well nice to meet ya" he reached out for your hand

"Well nice too meet you too mr. Presley " you handed your hand to him, his soft lips glanced your skin.

"I hope I see ya again Y/N, thanks for the little toilet meeting" he winked at you and laughed in boy-ish way. He let go of your hand

"Certainly, mr. Presley"

You closed the door, and let out a breath

OMFG! DID I JUST TALK TO ELVIS PRESLEY! HE KISSED MY HAND! AHHHH

You calmed down, and fixed your hair and makeup before making your way out to Maria again. "Maria!" You yelled, She hushed you as she were flirting with some guy.

You poured another light drink, and as you were turning around to kitchen counter, you bumped into a chest spilling all over the guy.

"Ah, uh I'm so so sorry-" you lifted your eyes to glanced the guy

Really god again! Could it be any other guy than Elvis.

"Well...well isn't that ma little toilet girl"

"I'm sorry... let me find some paper"

"No it's fine honey, I was just about to head home." He said while holding your hand

"Home...? But the party" you said while frowning your brows

"Party isn't really thing"

The words hit you hard, because party wasn't really your thing either

"I just need to tell Jerry I'm going home" his eyes headed towards Maria

Maria with one of Elvis friends! God give me some goddamn confidence come on! "He looks a little bit busy" you said glancing over at Jerry

"Goddamnit always!" He said, looking a bit annoyed

"I can tell him, if it's. You see the girl, that my best friend" you looked up at him. How perfect can you be!

"Will you honey, that would make me the happiest man"  he clenched his hand around your shoulder "On one behalf " you said

"Anything for you toilet girl"

"First of all you stop calling me toilet girl, second of all you take a birthday shot with me" you said while fidgeting with his buttons

"That's exactly two..." he smirked.

You poured 2 shots up and lined them up. "Here you go" you handed him the shot

"Thank you ma'am"

The two glass clanged together

"For you" he said and downed the shot and you poured the shot down while holding eye contact with Elvis.

"How old" Elvis said while wiping his mouth

"20 years old" you said

"Wow 20 years old, that the second round birthday, congratulations"

"Thanks" you felt a bit red in the head

I hope it don't show

"We got a deal?"

"Huh" you looked confused at him "You know with Jerry"

"Oh yeah right, you can count on me"

"Thanks honey" he left a small peck on your cheek before going out the door.

Your eyes followed him when he left out of the door. Ugh... one chance I get and I messed it up You looked over at Maria, her face were smashed together with Jerry.

You poured a small amount of whiskey into your glass and headed for the couch. All the people that had been smashed together at the start were down to 13.

You sat in misery on the couch, pouring the whisky slowly down your throat. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier until they shut fully.

#elvis #elvis photos #elvis presley #elvis smut #elvis film #smut #angst #lovers #drunk #1960s style #vintage

[raindoecoates]

An Unsettling Occurrence

11/11/2022. Western Maryland, just after dark.

Something you need to know for this to make sense; I get words, phrases, and random lines from books or movies stuck in my head the way a person can get a song stuck in their head. Some of them are kind of always in there somewhere, and I enjoy saying them from time to time, in my head or out loud. "I'm Laxmi Singh," or "The trick, Mr. Potter, is not minding that it hurts." One of my favorites and one of the longest, "Bob Wah, your modern rock morning pal, was on the 6 o'clock and 11 o'clock news on channel 13 in Baltimore tonight uh defending the um er broadcast of uh this particular here tune. From MC 900 Foot Jesus, from the CD, 'Welcome to My Dream,' 'As the City Sleeps.' Now, I don't think anyone out there is going to go out and become an arsonist but, I don't wanna stop you! You know, it could happen. It could happen! Everybody's got to do something. Everybody needs a hobby. Anyway, the top 11 at 11, number one! 99 1 HFS!"  I do the voice and everything. I known that sound byte like I know my own name because a young woman I was in love with once (Hi, Kathy-with-a-K) caught it on a mixed tape she made for me, from captures off the radio, mostly. So, the other night, I was coming home from Oakland just after dark, taking the long way down 219 to I-68 because it's a little safer. (The shorter way, through New Germany state park, has deep woods much closer to the edge of the road and no cell service. The long way gives you a wider margin, therefore, more time to see trouble coming. ) As I'm driving through Accident (that's the town's real name) a turn of phrase pops into my head with unusual force and persistence. It's a phrase that old men in Stephen King novels sometimes use, in that Maine accent, and I find it unpleasant on a number of levels. The phrase is, "by a whore's hair," as in, "he missed it by a whore's hair." Stephen King has used it more than a couple of times and it annoys me every time I read it. Anyway, it started repeating in my head so forcefully and so persistently I started saying it out loud, trying to exorcise it, I guess. Sometimes that works the way that playing a song that's stuck in my head a few times will often get rid of it. But, in just the space of driving the last few blocks in town, I went from thinking it repetitively to being distracted by it. I started to notice the unusual forcefulness of the thought and was growing a little alarmed. A phrase has never appeared in my thoughts so suddenly and with such "volume," before. "By a whore's hair... by a whore's hair." As I drove out of town, saying the ugly phrase out loud and thinking about things like exhaustion and migraines and Tourette's syndrome, I accelerated up to the posted 40 mph and, just as I passed 40, a fucking deer jump the guard rail and hit the road at a dead run, like this was a planned suicide! I slammed on the brakes and, knowing it's better to hit one, even a big one like this buck, than to roll the car or hit a tree, steered just enough to improve both our chances. And, by god, if there were water droplets on my driver side headlight shield, the hairs on his ass brushed them off. I braced for an impact that never came. He ran off and that stupid phrase ran with him. I take the position that it was just a coincidence. I believe intellectually that psychic phenomena do not exist. But, I have to be honest, I was completely spooked for the rest of that drive home. I still am, in fact, now two weeks later. It was certainly one hell of a coincidence.

PS: Please, don't judge me by the hashtags. I picked them to direct those who may be interested in this story. Not because I believe in them.

#truestory #spooky #coincidence #psychic #premonition #skeptical #im shook #persistent thoughts #mind #brain #paranormal

[princesscolumbia]

Return to Recipient, Ch. 4 - A Notable Occasion

I legit didn't expect this chapter to take as long as it did. Every time I opened it to work on it, I would think, "Just a few more minutes work, and I'll be done!" Three hours later and I'm still working on it...

But it's done! And I like it! It's a little long winded in some spots and I had to create an OC for a brand new location, but other than those caveats, I think it works.

Summary:

Yuka and Sayuri are having a not-quite-a-date at the mall when they spot Akane's fiance.

Notes:

(Yes, I'm stretching the theming for the title of this chapter)

Preview below the cut:

It took some effort, but they managed to maneuver Ranma to the food court. Sayuri draped her jacket over the redhead's shoulders (not that Ranma'd complained of the mall being cold, but it seemed like a thing to do and, it must be said, did seem to help the martial artist to regain some emotional equalibrium) and Yuka insisted on using the money that hadn't been enough to pay for their yogurts to buy Ranma a hot chocolate. Enough time later that they heard the mall's kitschy 'clock tower' in the middle of the food court chime the next hour (11 o'clock, getting pretty close to lunch time) had passed before a sniffling Ranma finally was able to say, "Thanks...an' sorry."

"Sorry?! For what?" gawked Yuka.

"F'r fallin' apart on you," Ranma answered, "I...I didn't think I'd bump inta anyone from school this early, shoulda known with my luck..." he sighed and sipped his cocoa, "An' I really don't remember bein' there before today. Doc said I had a 'dissociative episode' an' the person you saw was kinda me, but, like, post-head injury. I don't remember anything for 'bout 24 hours that day."

Sayuri's earlier warning signals had returned with reinforcements, "Oh..." she held a hand up to her mouth, mortified that they'd made fun of someone who'd been severely injured, "Then I'm sorry..."

"Me too!" Yuka interrupted.

"...we just saw Akane was really upset and we kinda assumed..."

Yuka flinched expressively, "And I guess we made an ass of ourselves with that..."

"...and thought you were just making fun of your fiancée."

Yuka sighed, "We should've offered to help. At least taken some of whatever stress Akane was goin' through off her shoulders."

Ranma shrugged, "Nah, it's cool. I've been...kinda a dick to Akane, almost since we met."

This caught the girls up short. Never, not even once, had they ever seen (or even heard of) Ranma expressing humility and contrition.

Their unplanned table-mate apparently took their silence as a prompt to continue, "I was hopin' t'get in, get what I needed, and get out without anyone seein' me, but...well, I guess it's all over now. You saw me, y're gonna tell Akane, 'n I'll havta explain to her what I was doin' here, and then she'll tell our parents an'..." he started to tear up, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes to try and stave off another crying jag, "I might as well tell you what's goin' on. Aint like the teachers don't know...well, a few of 'em, anyway."

The two girls looked at each other, then back to Ranma. "I'm sorry, Ranma-kun," said Sayuri, "I..don't understand. What's all over now?"

Ranma took a big gulp of his cooling hot chocolate and started explaining. He described the note, which he told them was still with the doctor since he was afraid of his family finding out before he was ready to disclose its contents. He told them about the ensuing conversation where Ranma found out about trans folk for the first time. The reinforcements those red flags brought whipped off their metaphorical mask and revealed they were the rainbow of Pride flags all along and and had declared Sayuri had royally fucked up. Oh...crap! she thought to herself, We've been stomping on an egg this whole time! He...she explained how she'd gone to Miss Hinako about transitioning at school and that lead to a conversation with the coach about her attendance in P.E.

"I tried t'explain that if I changed to the girl's side, 'specially with Akane in the same class, the whole thing'd come out an' it'd all be over, but the coach was...weird about it. Said she wasn't gonna have a girl be forced to play with the boys, even if she could have a boy's body. I mean, Made me feel good t'be called a girl an' have someone in my corner, but..." she shrugged.

"...but she was pushing you out when you weren't ready?" offered Yuka.

Ranma nodded, "Anyway, she said I had'ta get a sports bra. The school could provide the right uniform, 'parently 'cause both mom and pops're technically homeless and don't have jobs that means I get t'be on the school's financial support program, but they don't provide underwear. So I gotta get a bra." The girl practically shrank into Sayuri's jacket, "I don't even know what I'm doin'! I don't even know if I have enough money!"

Sayuri felt a hand squeeze hers, she looked down and saw that Yuka had reached over under the table to hold her hand. The distressed look her girlfriend was giving her showed they both felt the same way about the mess they found themselves in.

Ranma apparently missed their interchange, having never really looked up from the cup in her hands, "An' when mom asked Akane to spend some time with her, I thought this was perfect, y'know? Both've 'em distracted with their stuff an I can just go get what I need for school an' be home before they even know I'm gone...then Ma tells Akane what they'll be doing..." tears started beading Ranma's eyes again, "It hit me alla sudden...I'm her daughter. I'm the one she should be showin' how t'make recipes and put on makeup an' be all proper, but..." she shuddered, a sob threatening to escape, "...but I'll never get that 'cause I gotta be a...m-m-manly m..." The last word was lost to a low, soft keening sound as she started crying again. Not as rough and traumatic as she had in front of the store, but still heartbreaking nonetheless. She managed to pull herself together fairly quickly, though she was still just barely keeping herself from spilling over again, "An' when I got here and got t'the door an'...I didn't know what to do. I've been in stores with women's clothes, 'course, but it was always 'cause my mom was draggin' around 'cousin Ranko,' and not," she drew a shuddering breath, "An' not me."

Akane had complained quite vociferously about 'cousin Ranko,' about how she was 'so much better a girl' than Akane and how Nodoka always had only the best things to say about a fake girl and how Akane was just so angry that Ranma had to pretend to be someone else to spend time with her mother when Akane couldn't spend any time with hers...oh, yes, they knew a lot about Ranko...except what 'Ranko' might have to say about it.

"An' o'course now she knows 'Ranko' was never real an' she wasted a lotta time on a girl that wasn't real," Sayuri heard the tightness in Ranma's voice, Oh, she's hurting... "An' now we...we never go shopping anymore, we never spend time in the kitchen together anymore...I'm just her son Ranma now, and Ma... It's a 'man's job' t'raise a son, so she just kinda hangs around, supervisin' and lettin' pops do whatever he wants. Don't matter that I don't wanna spend time with that lazy, good fer nuthin'...panda."

Abruptly Ranma blinked and looked up, like she realized she was spilling her story to two people who may as well be strangers for all she'd interacted with them in the past beyond the barest pleasantries exchanged at school. She grabbed a napkin off the dispenser on the table and blew her nose, "I guess...when you came up and said all the things you did an' it was just the same things goin' round in my own head and..." She sighed and slugged back the rest of her hot chocolate before shrugging Sayuri's jacket off. "Anyway, thanks for the hot chocolate an' listening," she held out the jacket to Sayuri, "I guess I'll see you at school...'nless the Tendos kick me out after they find out 'bout this."

They didn't even need to look at each other to confirm their next action. The two of them surged out of their seats and rounded the table, pinning the smaller girl between them in a hug. "ACK! What the...?!" sputtered Ranma, "What's goin' on?! What'd I do wrong?!"

Sayuri chuckled even as she felt a few tears trying to sneak out the corners of her eyes, "Oh, silly girl! You didn't do anything wrong, we messed up!"

Yuka sniffled a bit, "So badly!"

"What?!" squawked Ranma, "You just said what you did 'cause you didn't know 'bout the rest! It's okay, I don't blame you, really!"

Sayuri sighed and took a step back, keeping her hands on the redhead's shoulders. Yuka took her cue and stepped back just enough to give them room to move but near enough to clearly be part of the moment. "Ranma," began Sayuri, "We should have known the rest. If we weren't so caught up in Akane's...well, we can talk about that later, but if anyone at school should have known better, it'd be us."

Ranma's neck flexed back like she was avoiding a strike, "What does that mean?!"

"You're looking at," Yuka said with a bit of showman's flair, "The only two..."

"As far as we know," interrupted Sayuri.

"...lesbians in a dating relationship at Furinken High."

Ranma gave off all the comprehension of a toddler being explained quantum theory.

Just then, the clock 'tower' in the middle of the food court chimed 11:30. Sayuri made a snap decision and hoped her girlfriend would agree with her, "Come on, Ranma, I'm buying us all lunch. We need to talk, and hopefully make up for not seeing we had an uncracked egg this whole time."

Ranma squinted at her as though trying to discern some hidden truth, "What are you talking about?!"

~~~

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[xtianvetray]

So there's this little thing i have grown very fun of, this little girl who has my head spinning, who has me feeling over protective and kind of obsessed.

I really like almost everything about her, actually, I like everything but one little detail, and i get it, It's a minor detail, but it gets my blood boiling, it gets me so damn mad that I can't take it any more, so, today I'm gonna do something about it.

This is the issue, she is a wonderful, beautiful and adorable girl, and she has this close friend, who I can tell, adores her, but I fear there's something else going on there... I know so I need to take control!

The plan is simple, I'm gonna wait for them to meet, then , show up unexpectedly, hope they have night plans, cos I know she will be all dressed up and sexy... I can't take it any longer! Once I'm there... Things are gonna get messy

---

Well tomorrow is the day, it's already set up, "I have plans with him tomorrow, does it bother you?" No my dear...I answered but of course it does...and you are going to soon find out how much it does!

Go ahead, I'll look for something to do then, just be safe... I told her, be safe my dear and have fun!... I'll sure will have fun.

I'm not the eye for an eye kind of guy, I'm more of the, don't mess with me kind of guy.

It's Saturday noon, I'm getting ready, everything is already packed, I'm ready to go.

- He is already here, we are waiting for some friends now and he is gonna make lunch, pasta I think, we also got some wine and later we are gonna go out to a party, we'll be in touch, what are you going to do today?

- Not much, I think I'll be writing for a while, maybe get a bit drunk at home, you know me, a quiet time at home, please keep me posted!

- Sure thing handsome, I blow you a kiss!

- have fun! Say HI for me! Save me a drink or have a drink on me!

I know in a couple of hours I'm gonna get an update, the so called friends are going to bail out and It's gonna be only the two of them. I take one last drag from my cigarette, I put on my best smile and head out, it's not a long ride, but I need to take it easy, take my time, I need to get there just in time, catch them red handed!

5 o'clock, the phone lights up... A message from her, i knew it.

- Hi handsome, how's your day going? We already eat and we are getting ready to go out, these two fools cancel so it will be just the two of us, let me know what you up to!

I take my time to answer, park the car right around her corner, kill another cigarette before typing

- not much princess, calm day... Calm my ass ... My mind is running wild, my insecurities are feasting on my heart... Please light my day and send me a pic!

She delivers, nice pic, cat by her side, sexy pose evil smile... Beware the innocent stare...

- My oh my... I shouldn't let you go out! Remember you are My girl! Behave!

We've been dating for some time now, the guards at her building already know me, this would not be the first time I showed up unexpectedly with a gift for her, we already have a gentleman's trade, they let me in and I brought them some coffee and weed, i have the payment ready in my bag, some flowers on the front seat of the car and my usual hopeful and naive smile... I know they know there's something going on today, both of them look at me shamefully, but ad on boy, trade is done and I'm on my way up.

Out of the lift, I get my phone out, i think of texting her, abort my plan and jus let it be, go home and set the world on fire on my own, no, I whisper, not this time, this ends today, this ends now.

What Was the code? Damn how could I have forgotten? I know i have it written down... Let me check... 1205, got it, they are not in the kitchen, music is playing, dishes are clean and fixed over the sink. I put the bag and flowers down, his jacket is on one of the table seats, the same one I use .. you fucker... I open my bag, put the gloves on and get the facial skull mask, open my red leather jacket and reveal my black bones t-shirt under it.

Deep breath... It's too late to back down, deep breath, steady pace, step by step, her laugh over the music, his voice ... My rage.

I pick up the door, he is getting dressed, I hide next to the door and wait for them to go out, he is so casually dressed, she is stunning as always, a black see through and a skirt... The hair is all wet, but her eyes are already done, black cat makeup with red eye shadows, blood red lips matching her black and red fingers nails. Why you had to be this beautiful... Beware the devil woman, with evil on her eyes.

Once they were next to the kitchen, they didn't notice the red roses over the kitchen table, it's time, I finally struck them down. Close to her ear, Hi there My beautiful princess, they both stood still, motionless in fear, one hand on her neck the other to her waist, I've come to take back what's mine, and you little prick... You are going to watch in silence or else...

- or else what? What are you doing here? What's going on? What's wrong with you?

- or else... This right now is the last scene you will ever watch... What's wrong with me? You are not fooling anyone pal, did you two thought i was not aware? That I didn't knew that you two were playing me?

- it's not what you think... She whispered...

-is it not? Didn't you think I was going to find out about your little games and thirsty conversations? The things he said and how you answered him?

Enough talk, come here a growl while i grab her by the hair and pull her behind me, thats when he jumps me, but I was prepared for him, I have had time to measure him, to analyze him, his right handed and always strike that way first, I dodge and put her in between, as I spected, he stops.

You will never risk hurting her. She is calm, almost too calm, i look at her eyes and I found that evil I was looking for, that I was so afraid of...

- both of you, stay down ... She looks at him, do as he wishes, trust me. And you, she turns to me, go on, fuck me, is not what you want right now? Make him suffer?

I took my phone out of my pocket and tossed it in to him, there's no signal, don't try to get smart, only the camera works, you know what you have to do, you wrote about it already, so lets get down to business.

His face, oh my goodness, his face turned white as a ghost, her face blushed, they are both in silence, confused, how did I find out? That's my secret, it's not important, the thing here is that I know and since then, I have noticed little things, little marks I'm sure I did not left on her skin on her clothes, at her bed... I'm no fool.

I dragged her to the door of her room, you pal, inside, he walks heavy, still pale and scared. I grab her hair again pulling her head down and her face up, you are Mine.

Now we are all gathered, Him next to the bed, she is still dressed, on her knees over the bed, her eyes fixed in me. So now pal, how was it? You gag her first right? Or was it after you got her naked? Sorry if I don't remember your whole tale... So please... Guide me, I order him sarcastically, because you already know what to do, right My girl?

She smiles.. well shit... I didn't expect that... Well so be it...this already got out of hands... I might as well enjoy it.

So... Let's start love, that's how He calls you right? And you pal.. start rolling and guiding... Dont worry, we can make as many takes as we need... We have plenty of time.

I look at her eyes, softly caress her face, she already knows I don't have it in me, I don't have what it takes to hurt her, but she is gonna get a big surprise... I kissed her, down to her neck and started grabbing her chest, her thighs, I made sure the cameraman was doing his job, he noticed my stare, and spoke his first command... Rip her skirt off, smile on my face, and on one single movement, the fabric tears apart and the skirt is off, as I expected, no underwear, just her soft skin under the see through body... She was already wet... She was enjoying this a bit too much.

- touch her, pleasure her

And my hand found her inner thighs, she moaned softly as she closed her eyes, her hands grabbed my hair and firmly guided her lips to mine... Was she playing her part? Was she being real?

- grab her like this was the first and only time you could have her

I grabbed her with much more strength than what she used to be grabbed by me, I'm playing my part, and I intended to do it perfectly. Kisses on her neck that turned to bite marks, my hand all wet by her excitement, her breast painfully squished under my hands, and her cleavage all exposed for both, the camera and me. She was the star of this, she was My star!... Beware the devil woman... She's gonna get you.

I tear her see through leaving her naked and helpless, her back to the bed, my gaze over her... She is just so beautiful, so perfect

- what a lovely sin you are My gi.... Love

She smiled for a bit, but she was starting to understand that there was something off, however she kept playing her part and started sucking me, gagging at me getting all her chest and chin cover in her saliva, I'm lost inside her... Even as I'm the one with the plan, I'm the one who is also going to pay the price.

- fuck her mouth, don't be soft

I grabbed her by the hair and started forcing her more and more, I got her eyes watering in no time, her makeup was good, not a single mark on her beautiful face, just the tears down her checks, my hand started to pleasure her again, we both were turned on but only one of us was enjoying it.

A moment went on like that, now I'm pounding her strongly, her legs wide open, her ankles on my hands and her moans filling the air, I keep looking at the cameraman to be sure he is doing his job, but to no surprise, he is doing more than his job.

I fucked her hard, i did my best this time, even so, I will never be sure if she was enjoying it because of that or because that little cunt behind the camera...

- dont cum inside...

And then he finally spoke with the truth...

- we know she likes it, but this part is not about her, it's about me, I mean you...

I smile... I got what i came looking for... Sure pal... Where do you want it? I spoke condescending...

Panic filled his throat... Words barely coming out, he knew he had fucked up, she knew her little secret was now completely out, now she was sure there was something very off with this... With me.

- all over her face, grab her hair and make her look at you and then to the camera

I kept pounding her, now she is in all 4, looking directly at the camera, at him... I have to admit, that part I did enjoy... Seeing his helpless gaze, his bonner through his pants... While I was the one enjoying her, while I was the one, at least physically pleasuring her. While I was still in control... Her back to my chest, her eyes still fixed at the camera and my hands, one on her neck and one on her chest, right above her heart...

It was time for the first act to end... I pulled out and put her in place, her face now all covered in me, she did well, she looked at me then at the camera and I went off the picture... Laughingly

- don't let her clean herself, allow me only a minute... Neither of you move an inch...

I went out of the room to my bag to retrieve 2 items.

- you moved pal.. I told you not to, you are ruining the shoot.

I toss her glasses to the bed... They were not easy to find, you were not very specific on your tale and what glasses she was wearing that day, I had to dig a lot to find them... Put them on love...

She complied and got them on, oh God how lovely she looks with them.

- now pal... It's your turn, have your way...use her as you wrote you in your tale.

I look at her, eyes wide open

- No, please, not in front of you, not like this...

- if not like this, like what?

- I don't know...

- please love... Make this one for me and then I'm out, all will be forgiven and forgotten, you are still Mine, to play and to care.

Go on pal... Now I hold the camera.

It might have been the fear or the time he spent stroking him under the pants while we were playing, but bhe only got so far as to come close to her and explode over her beautiful and now worried face... Beware devil woman, I'm going to get you from behind...

- oh... C'mon pal... That was no fun

I turned off the phone, tossed it over to him and got behind my princess... Love, we have a moment more and started to pleasure her again with my fingers while I whispered sweet nothing to her ear..

Time is up, you two have a party to attend. I took out of my pocket the second thing i got from my bag, last words spoken to my princes...

- have fun, be safe, there's a note on the roses... Don't ever play me again, and you pal, be sure she gets back home safe, savy?

- sure... His voice all confused and trembling.

- I don't want to go... I will never pla....

A warm feeling over her scrub and back, a bit rolling over her chest to her beautiful tits, a gargling moan and a sudden weight loss, a little razor blade on her side.

I wasn't done... I had to go out with a bang, or well, with a splash at least. Blood stains all over the bed, over her, a muffled screen and everything went dark.

" I knew I was not enough but you could have just told me the truth, so long My princess, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite".

[bubblegumlefty]

Okay. So I'm leaving the Bridgestone Arena and on my way home now. Imma give a few of the highlights that I saw. I'm very tired, so I'm only going to talk about a little bit of what I saw. And I'll give more about it in the morning once I'm finally home and relaxed.

After some stressful driving, we arrived a little past seven o'clock, just in time to see Chris Jericho's promo with the painting. Said painting was beautiful but ended up getting destroyed. The seats we got weren't as great as I expected. They were on the main floor, which you'd think would be cool. Well, not if you're a short person like Moi. First off, there were these three tall ass men one row in front of us who would just not sit the fuck down at any point (then again, I'm only a little over 5 feet, so it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference if I was taller). So my plan to get good pictures almost went entirely out the window right there. Ngl, I was actually tempted the tiniest bit to "accidentally" jab one of them on the head or back with my fansign, but I kept my cool. Side note; when on the main floor of a wrestling show, buy hightops beforehand. 😔

Special mention for Joker Sting Cameo tonight. That was amazing. 🃏

Then here's the meat of my post; the Texas Chainsaw Massacre death match. I really didn't know what the hell I was getting into, but the experience was... well, I have to be honest here, a little disappointing... or maybe a lot disappointing. I don't know if my expectations were set much too high or what, but I was just not vibing too hard with what was happening. It wasn't anything like I expected. At least I got to dance along to Jeff's entrance and got glimpses of the magical man himself. The pop he got was amazing. But I sadly didn't get any good pictures besides the one I'll show below. There was blood involved, but it was fake blood. So Crimson Mask Jeff Hardy is gonna have to wait a little bit longer to see reality. Then there was an appearance by Leatherface, because #sponsored. Oh, and shortly after getting distracted by said Leatherface, Jeff then lost to Jarret, which being a big fan of him, obviously pissed me off and made me salty. Like, the only two memorable things I can even remember from the entire match was Jeff wearing a leatherface mask and wearing white clothing during his entrance, that leatherface cameo, and that Jeff Hardy painted guitar, which should honestly be a custom weapon for the AEW Fight Forever game. Seriously, someone get on that if it's possible, cause that would be sick. If there's one bright side to all this, it's that my good friend managed to record nearly the entire match on my phone... for a reason I don't have. Guess I just wanted to keep this memory sealed? Oh, well. Overall, it definitely could've been better, but I'll give it a high 6/10. At least I got to see my dream man with my own two eyes. Somewhat. 🥲

During a break, we decided to go to the merch stand. And whaddya know, no Hardy Boy merchandise. Like, at all. No necklaces, armbands, not even t-shirts. Nothing. Not only is this offensive, this should be a legit crime that they didn't carry anything Hardy Boyz related. (Obviously I'm joking and I don't really think that, but that definitely was a legit letdown for me. So between that and the fact Jeff lost the death match, that's two disappointments in a row for me. Man. 😮‍💨)

Once Rampage was over, we decided to leave early due to the fact that they had a hotel room booked that they needed to get to over two hours away from Knoxville, and we were just overall exhausted. So we didn't stick around for ROH, but I did get the fortune of at least seeing Claudio spinning around his opponent forty times. Literally. So that was a small treat. (Let me know if you want the live video, cause I got it. 🤭)

That's all I'll bring up for now. I got a five hour ride ahead of me, so Imma go to sleep. I'll talk more about my first AEW experience tomorrow. Good night, everyone, and reblog this one creepy picture of Jeff I managed to capture for good luck. 🍀

#lefty's first experiece at AEW #aew #all elite wrestling #aew dynamite #aew rampage #ring of honor #jeff hardy #jeff jarret

[starmahgalaxies]

I don't know why the fuck I'm posting this, but the image came out as slightly cute so why not. Used a chibi base I've made for a later project and slapped some clothes and hair on. Not designed to represent me just something I did quickly to give myself a smile.

(venting below)

I've had a shit day, tumblr is half at fault (yes I contacted them about it), and so all the glorious plans of ~doing stuff~ on both my blogs before the new year is ruined. I'm just going to poof and work offline for a week or so to save my sanity. I may queue a few drafts and reblogs but that's it. For anyone who sees this infant blog or checking it from pan-magi, I'm sorry. I want to try to be more interactive, but half the problem with tumblr is my replies are bugged even on my own posts. The second half is the new post editor doesn't like me, and I can't switch to the legacy one once I made this new primary blog. I need to find the best way to format my posts now.

The other shit is more personal but not something beyond frustration and a lot of little things piling up in a short period of time. I have confidence I will be fine in a few days especially if my body and mind actually let me sleep. So no worries there. I'll be fine.

Again, not sure why I'm posting this, but I like giving context for my art, especially a FML image of a chibi surrounded in black rukh. Ha ha. Doing it did help me calm down considerably when everything else I tried today was a recipe for disaster.

Have a Happy New Year all. Take care of yourselves. I'm going to try to do that and go get some sleep. It's ass o'clock when I'm posting this, so I already failed the first step of my plan, but I'm too exhausted after today to care and worry too much about it.

#tumbleweed stars #venting #cw venting #strong language #over half my tags are warnings o'well #my stuff #my art

[les-maisons-toutes-pareilles]

25/11/2022 - thinking about old friends again and what to do

So it's been quite a few days since my last entry. I'm sorry that it's not an everyday diary like it pretended to become at the beginning but I don't feel too bad about it. I've been busy, busy thinking, doing things and generally a little out of it to write anything. I sleep bad still, I'm trying to take plants for it but I forget about that too sometimes. I'm taking advantage of the fact that it's not ass o'clock to write this entry hehe.

I saw my therapist, I got a call from the people who took me in charge after my attempt. We talked more about the relationship side of things. I talked about the people I relied on and how much it hurt me for them to let me down when I needed them. I explained my side of the story, I explained what I'd do for the people I love. The problem is I don't know how to make my demands without feeling guilty for it. I've been thinking about it. One person I know it's mostly over, or a bad idea to talk to. They've ignored my messages so far. I might send them a message in 2-3 months. So far though it feels like I should cross all of them out, which hurts terribly. I feel so alien to think that when you've loved someone it's not bizarre to want to understand what is wrong and find a way to mend it.

That's the thing that scares me. I see so many posts about dropping the people who aren't perfect, perfectly adjusted, exactly how they should be, and if they're not then you'll find better people in the future. How...how is that the norm ? The vibes I'm getting is : unless you are a perfect;y adjusted human being with no flaw then I can have you in my life. Aren't we all a little fucked up with things to learn from each other ? Or are we expected to all just spend as much time in therapy as needed to be a perfect human being and in the meantime be alone? Are we supposed to ditch anyone who's not going our exact way no matter how much we bonded with them ? There is no try to understand, mend, or talk through the bumps ? Am I thinking wrong if to me this all sounds hollow and robotic ? I don't know...nowadays I have trouble identifying what is normal and what I'm making up but these posts distress me in a way that if they are true I don't know if I can adjust because it goes against my moral values.

Good news, I got word back for my job application. I might get an interview. I'm getting a little closer to getting a cat?

I'm doing another check up with the guy who called me next week. I have to prepare for exams too. I don't know how I'll be able to go to that medieval fest with my swordfencing friends. I feel pretty alone as soon as I'm out of school it's making me feel wrong.

Listening to : Western Ambience 3 Appalachia by Steven Lynn

#depression #diary #everyday depression #text entry

[lajhawkins]

Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog: America's Ass #002 { MCU }

Series: 100 Years of It's Complicated

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/M

Fandoms:

Marvel Cinematic Universe

The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Relationship:

Steve Rogers/OC "Penny" Barnes

Characters:

Steve Roger

OC "Penny" Barnes

Summary: Steve takes Penny out for Christmas while Peggy is down and out with their son Steve. Having taken him up to her parents for Christmas while he has to stay behind because intelligence has received word Hydra Supersoldier Morning Glory is in the area, and he finds her alright, and ends up getting her pregnant as she hopes. 9 months later the baby is born and whisked away by Intelligence. Steve and Penny are separated for yet another time and he returns as always to his ever faithful Peggy. While his heart belongs to Penny Barnes.

No Beta As of Yet

Cross Posted to: Ao3

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1939

It was Christmas Eve two years later. Peggy had taken little Steve up to her moms and he'd had to stay behind because once again the Morning Glory was in the area.

Penny was performing a Christmas show and he thought he'd pick her up and take her out of the city for a little sightseeing to make up for his mad dash out of the suite the last time.

Truth be told, he was head over heels for both Peggy and Penny. He'd been hoping the picture and note would be enough till he could be enough…

But, here he was at eleven o'clock waiting for that feisty woman to appear when at exactly eleven forty-five as promised the tall girl, face looked familiar but the hair was much shorter and poofy and well pink.

Penny had a white satin top hat pinned into it and she pulled out a fur stole and slid into the opposite side of the bench. She was wearing a blood red corset that barely covered her breasts.

Luckily, a white satin tails tux jacket covered those, a hint of peppermint glued to her nipples he figured he was imagining things and handed her a menu. "You know you could have changed… order our hotel suite is paid for the weekend."

"oh, okay. Thank you Steve. you know after you ditched…"

"I got called away I explained in the no…"

"I never read it…." she sighed, ordered the turkey dinner and a slice of pecan pie and a good old Coca-cola. the waitress nodded and walked off as she leaned across the table to touch his cheek and he smiled.

"I'm me Penny. I have clothes waiting for us at the cabin. its a view of the city and ocean. The weekend is for you to have what ever you want within reason. Without hurting yourself or me. Think you can handle that?"

Steve leaned back and watched her drinking his tea until he almost spit it across the table when he found a booted foot between his strong thighs and he swallowed unfastening the zipper and buckle pulling the stockinged foot out before pressing it into his right thigh and he shivered.

"Hello, Penny."

She just smiled at him as she let out a low sound as she slid it up higher until she had it rubbing at the apex of his thighs and he was straining in his trousers. She stroked him with her foot until he almost came and dinner came and she ate and he paid and they went out to his bike where he adjusted himself and they headed out of town.

They arrived and Penny gasped at the view. The cabin was small, but everything so far was perfect. He carried her sleeping form to a roaring fire, a semi private bedroom off the great room, the queen size bed was built over two rows of drawers and the bathroom was directly across. the bath was added on and huge. Penny found the lovely nightgown and she stood in the bath and took off the hat and wig she pulled out all the pins and her real tiny braids she normally saw on ethnic women in the phone pool. They looked good on her.

She smiled weakly. "I need help with the corset please." he nodded and came to stand behind her opening the corset, freeing her waist and chest. Her breasts spilling forward and he couldn't help but drop his head to kiss her shoulder and side of her neck, "just as beautiful as I remember."

"I'm just gonna go check the kitchen." he said backing up as she watched out, "Stay…"

He sat on the small dressing chair in the corner as she finished undressing and washing away the pancake performance makeup and then she pulled into the silk loose elastic lace collar top and elastic sleeves.

Penny walked toward Steve as she smiled as she reached to coax him to stand, "Captain sir you are in need of a change to bed clothes as well. Lets get you stropped."

She started popping buttons on his wool jacket and hung it up before she worked him out of his shirt and undershirt before he handed her a pillow and she dropped to her knees and popped his trouser buttons and opened his pants pulling them and his boxers then socks off before she wrapped her hand around his erection. "oh God, Jesus …,"

Penny helped him into his soft sleeping pants and pulled back the bedding as she slid in the blankets hiking the gown up and Steve sat down to talk with her as she patted the mattress, "Come on Steve, there's plenty of room."

"There's plenty of room. But if I get in that bed I may never get out of your arms and I love Peggy too and I swore before God to love her until death. Oh, please no don't I'll lay by you… okay. Just lay by you."

Penny sniffled and turned her back to him as he climbed into the bed with her, "It's a little chilly over here do you need another blanket?"

"No. I'm, okay." she mumbled to the wall. She sniffed a few times audibly so he knew she was either crying or trying to stop crying.

It was about three in the morning and he needed sleep. The whole goal of moving Penny out of the city was to try and catch the Winter Soldier without him being destroyed or maimed which was what her programming and underlying training was for.

He woke up at six to find her standing in just the cotton shift on the deck at sunrise, her cocoa cold and her lips blue staring at New York as though she knew her protocol had been broken. She knew Steve was there before he knew he put out his arm to touch her and she arm-barred him and dropped him through the railing of the cocoa. spilt out of the way silently. "How do you know?"

"Good Morning to you to Morning Glory."

"Captain American. And here I thought you were just another dancing monkey." she released the armbar and let him stand as he stepped into her bubble and she grabbed him by the neck and dropped to her back rolling them into the cabin until they landed with her on top of him and she couldn't help but the aggression had them both highly aroused. She reached for the boot Penny had been wearing last night and popped a pair of knives out of the thick heels and brought them to Cap's throat.

"Pants down monkey." Morning Glory commanded as the knife in her right hand drew blood and he winced as she smiled. "Come on…" she tapped his throat with the left knife. Steve did as she said and arched his hips and pulled his sleep pants down freeing himself.

"At least tell me they have you on an oral sterilization drug."

Morning Glory - not Penny - Morning Glory shook her head, "nope they want Penny to have a family." She mounted him and he couldn't help but moan her velvet was so tight and hot around him, "damn-it don't move or I'll cum jesus just let me get used to it."

Steve's hands went up to the tie at the front of her gown and he untied the lace bow, the material pulling free and loosening until the cotton slid down her creamy shoulders and pooled at her elbows exposing her snowy white skin, "jesus wept, your more beautiful in sunlight Morn-"

"-just call me Penny, she's the one you want like this." she stroked his blonde hair, turning a handful as he went to suckle on a dusty rose nipple. "Oh, Penny, my musical angel, sing for me." He. He held her close lifting her up enough he could begin to move in and out of her as she panted his name, her own hands finding purchase on his chest as she tried to balance. Meeting his every upward thrust with a downward of her own until the feeling in her belly grew so tight she bit him to keep from screaming and cried his name, feeling her insides warm as he dropped back on the floor.

"Buckys gonna kill me…"

Morning Glory smiled at him as she stayed atop him until he dropped out limp and she was sure and stuffed as she stole kisses, kisses Steve couldn't help but share as he finally got them up out of the floor carrying her to the bed.

"Since you are definately not Peggy and your not Penny's squirmy yet innocent mint there are so many things I'm doing too you!." Steve flipped her onto her belly and parted those well kept thighs and snatch. "Who keeps you so well trimmed you are always perfect dear." he told her not really asking her as he dipped a finger into her super wet slit and pulled it out and slowly worked it up her taut little ass.

She cried out at the intrusion it hurt at first but by the time he had two fingers up there curlingband stroking and sucking on her clit she was keening for him and Bucky as he nipped the firm globes of her arse as he pulled back.

"You think you can take three?" Steve asked as he slid his hand into his pants to stroke himself, " oh baby I'm so hard gonna fuck that tight ass," he promised her as he very carefulky slid a third finger into Penny's tight body and MG moaned and her hips rose to buck as she panted as he went all knuckles deep and his thumb hit her clit.

"yes! yes please! now! now?! oh fuck yes?!! she demanded as she pulled her knees together for friction and he slid up into bed after dropping his pants and lubing up then guided himself to her entrance, slowly he pushed himself in until she keened for him again and slammed back on him an he felt her cum around him as he stroked the small of her back before sliding back into her slick cunny to cum again. Cuming quickly before wiping up, pulling Penny's gown down and snuggling up to her till she woke without Morning Glory.

**************

Penny woke several hours later her thighs sticky and she turned over. She'd gone to bed mad at Steve. Did he still get off on her?

She slid over to him and kissed his full lower lip, his mouth moved and he reached up brushing his face as she kissed him full on this time her soft non-timid, very aggressive kiss brought him awake enough he kissed her back his hand snaking into soft braids as she moaned into the kiss he tasted like wintergreen toothpaste like he'd been up and come back to bed and his lips parted aben she begged entrance she wanted to know more of this wintergreen Steve and he moaned into her kiss.

"...Peggy….the kids,,,,"

She giggled as she pulled up her skirt and slid down bis length slowly America's ass also had america's endowment and every two inches she had to stop herself to stretch until she wàs sitting amongst well maintained blonde curls and she felt him arch with excitement and she was excited and she pulled the gown off and tossed it aside as his hands cupped her tiny corset trained waist.

She started to move with his hands as she started to move he started to say encouraging things, "oh god baby ride my cock thats it! just like that!!"

Penny rode him; she was so close to one of those earth shattering orgasms only Steve could give her when heart break hit just as the damn was about to break, "oh Peggy so close…." She fought to get off of him and got dressed in the jeans he'd had had ordered for her and the thick oversized sweater she put on her thick leather boots and gloves and started tromping for the road.

"Fuck him." she threw a rock as she hit the main road and caught a ride with a morning milk truck heading into the Village to get a ride back to the city. Calling her manager, and pulling his army green knit cap down over her red hair sipping cocoa while she waited for Jack Crowe. She hoped she left him in pain. Buvky always said once a man started they had to finish or they'd be in pain for days.

Jason Crowe arrived an hour and a half later, mad about the costume but glad she was okay. Returning her to her cage for another stint as the Winter Soldier exited exodus and fled back to where his home was. Unaware his most prized possession was about to become an endangered nightingale.

************

Steve woke up to the door slamming with the worst case of blue balls. He did everything to relieve the pain. But had to give up and shower and change, returning to the village to call home base on Morning Glory. He shipped Bucky Penny's costume. More worried about his nuts right now than the next time he saw him and he turned and headed back toward Albany to be with Peggy and the kids for at least the next few days.

Once there Peggy was surprised and righted his uniform collar and kissed him, "Hey there Captain America, Glad you could make it." his kids glomped on him and the hugging began but he couldn't stop worrying about Penny. What…if?

**************

Then eight months later he got the call, "Steve help we're pregnant and mom's man is taking Penny to the hospital to have the baby and wont let me co.e they said she can't keep it its dead! Steve help!"

Steve dropped the phone on his far Brooklyn office and headed for their park avenue mansion and followed the truck with Penny. Bucky was being held kicking and screaming. Two weeks later Peggt had a shaggy dark haired cornflower blue, blue eyed girl Penny was told she"d died in the womb and Steve followed the process as she was handed over to two soviet men and Winter Soldier and the three left and his heart bottomed out His daughter. HIS daughter…. He had to leave Penny and a week later he was back on the warpath and his plane vanished over the North Pole, Bucky Barnes Vanished, and so did one of the front line nightingales, 18 year old Penny Barnes.

#MCU #Marvel #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Hydra #Penny Barnes #Winter Soldier #Project Morning Glory #Morning Glory #Shandi Barnes #Shandi Rogers #Cheating on Peggy #Cap having Sex #America's Ass Getting a Piece

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THREES A CROWD — embry & paul

WARNINGS: it's a shorter chapter, sorry not sorry

A/N: porting over chapters from wattpad to tumblr is the biggest pain in the ass. so if you're wondering why it takes so long to post chapters, it's cuz I'm being lazy.

five ˖⋆࿐໋₊

Six o'clock came slower than you would have liked, leaving you with too much time to stress over what could happen at the meeting. It was easy for you to get lost in your thoughts, going over so many scenarios that you stressed yourself out over the many what-if's.

A text from Embry breaks through your destructive thoughts a little past 6, telling you that they were nearly at you house. While slightly agitated that they didn't tell you sooner, you knew that if they had told you ahead of time, you would have spent the wait even more distraught over the meeting then you already were.

Quickly filling your bag with things you think you might need, and other random items just in case, you descend the stairs just as your mother walks in the front door, two boxes of pizza in hand and your brothers arguing over toppings behind her. "And where are you running off to?"

"I'm going out with some friends, I shouldn't be out long."

"Friends?" Camden giggles, a huge grin on his face.

"You don't have any friends!" Nolan chimes in, the two of them dissolving into fits of laughter at your expense. Your face heats up in embarrassment, knowing that the week you spent alone, locked up in your room once the boys abandoned you, had not been very good.

You have a rebuttal hot on your lips, even though you don't really know what you were going to say, when movement down the street catches your attention.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up. If I don't have any friends, then who's that pulling up?" You gesture behind the twins with a smug look on your face, and they turn to look out the window just as Paul's truck pulls into the driveway. Their muscular silhouettes are noticeable even from in the house, bringing a small comfort to your stressed mind.

With a wave over your shoulder you all but run out of the house, not wanting to have your mother question you about where you were going and with who. Paul and Embry are talking quietly in the truck, though they stop immediately to watch you when they notice you coming, expressions lighting up noticeably. With a little effort, you climb into the too high truck, yanking the door shut behind you as you fall into the seat.

When you're all settled in the back, but don't feel the tell tale lurch of Paul reversing out of the driveway, you look up to find the boys looking back at you, worried looks on their faces. You shuffle in your seat a little, shrinking back slightly under the sudden attention.

"What? What's wrong?"

They look to each other at your question before looking back, and it's Paul who answers you, though it looks like he wants to do anything but.

"It's Jake, he shifted."

By the time you get to Sam's house, you were mostly filled in on what happened, seeing as they could hear much of what Jake was thinking through his anger and panic when he shifted.

Apparently, he had gone to the movies with Bella and Mike, "mistake number one," You had muttered under your breath, causing the two wolves the chuckle silently. Mike was feeling sick and being a 'little wimp' about it, pissing Jake off to the point of almost turning.

Thankfully, he had subconsciously known something was wrong before anything happened and immediately went home. He then shifted shortly after when his dad questioned him about what happened, and since the pack was on patrol at the same time, they were all bombarded with Jakes panicked thoughts.

Now more nervous than ever, you brought your lower lip between your teeth. You did not want to see Jake after your little argument. Even with him knowing the truth behind what really happened, he's still one to hold a bit of a grudge.

The shadows from the trees danced along your face as you continue down the road, distracting you from your inner turmoil enough that you don't even notice when Paul pulled into Sam's driveway.

"We're here," Paul says, pulling you from your thoughts and drawing your attention to the windshield, where you can see shadows moving behind the curtains that cover the front window.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you push the door open and hop out of the truck. The ground is a bit uneven, and your foot clips the side of a wobbly rock, and you stumble under the sudden shift.

"You okay?" Embry quickly shoots an arm out to catch you, thankfully stopping you from wiping out in broad daylight.

"I'm fine, just a bit nervous." You admit sheepishly, tugging at the bottom of your shirt to give yourself something to do, something to distract yourself with.

"Don't do that, you'll be fine," Paul grabs onto your hand, stopping your fussing. He keeps a hold of your hands, a contemplative look crossing his face. After a moment, he laces your fingers together, pulling you along behind him towards the house. You couldn't help the blush that heats your cheeks, tightening your hold on Paul's warm hand as he leads you along.

Behind you, you can hear the crunching of gravel, and you turn around to see Embry walking behind you, staring at your intertwined hands with a dopey grin on his face.

The look left a fluttery feeling in your stomach, one that you always felt around Embry as your crush on him grew. Sticking your other hand out behind you, you wiggle your fingers towards him, smiling brightly when he took three long strides to reach your side, sliding his hand into yours.

"You're right, I will be fine, 'cuz I have you two."

TWILIGHT

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