#none of that weird girl v girl tension

[anakinskywalkerog]

(that way by tate mcrae the queen 🙏)

so its a bit weird because hes still got a bit of that staring thing going on? not like before, but i can feel it. the rush of oxytocin i get when i know i wont look back is just 👌👌👌

and im friends with some of his friends and i talk with them... although he dodges conversation with me, hes always there and involved when im around, like, hes watching when im talking/arguing/bantering with his friends and his head turns to me when im answering questions or when someone says my name? like bruh MAKE UP YOUR MIND

and stay fucking loyal to your gf :/

would you believe it if i told you that he told his GIRLFRIEND that i told him i didnt like him?! and his gf is BEST friends with the bitchy friend of mine who told him i liked him last year, and i told him: "those rumours arent true, its because of bad blood with a friend" and he misinterpreted that to be: "bad blood in the (my) friendship group" and my friends got affronted because obviously that looks bad, right?

WTF i was so fkn annoyed at him; you know i dont like you, drop it. dont take it back to your gf, and dont read too much in between the lines.

why do you think he would do that?

and even before that i saw a friend (not v close at all, just like an acquaintance) walk up to him - "hey complicated sad machete boi, guess what? sythe-" i was in a rush so i didnt eavesdrop, but i HEARD her say my name! im sure. and the next day she comes up to me and asks: "so, do you like anyone? really? you dont? because i heard you liked complicated sad machete boi..." BRUH!

and she said HE told her? now, i dont entirely believe that, it could be true, especially if she brought up the convo (i think he told a few of his friends, but not in a dick-y a way, more like "dude, what do you think of this? do you think she likes me?" and they deffo asked who it was. because, well. and also im not exactly the person youd automatically assume would like someone, especially him, so yeah.) i get how it looked, but i hope he realizes it looked the exact same way to me as well 👍

im curious, because i have a very unique name, and its not easily misheard - was she going to tell him she heard i liked him (this is entirely possible, i was not as careful as i should have been, but the three of us are only in one class together; shes not in the other classes i have with him so theres no way she picked up on it by herself. also because in that class i dont look at him, like, ever. its the way that class is.) or ask him if he liked me???

there's so much going on here, i wish i was telepathic and could read minds so i coud just find the truth - i wouldnt care if i replused him, atleast i know THAT for sure, am i right?

but its annoying that hes so indecided. like, its okay if you dont want me or anything, people dont always like each other back. its the way the world works. but dont try to have it both ways; youre trying to date your gf and keep whatever fucking tension is going on between us at the same time! (ngl it put the song "break up with your girlfriend, im bored" make a lot of sense 😂 melanie martinez vibes 👍)

a friend said "maybe he just likes you but doesnt want to admit it" which actually makes a lot of sense, especially seeing as that he has a GIRLFRIEND? bruh.

i tried to soften the blow for him because i posted a story on my snapstory telling a fictional friend i didnt like anyone at all, and he saw that, so he could tell it was coming - im not at fault here!

there was actually a fight going on yesterday (b/w two random girls from our school) and everyone posted those videos (of the fight) to their stories as well - im certain atleast one of his friends had it on, (although we have quite few commons and none of them did, so maybe they didnt) (but he has a different set of friends and hes deffo on someone's priv story where they may have posted it, im the new girl and hes not) but he asked ME?

that felt great 💅 but not because of him 🤣 it was just funny to be the one holding the cards for once!

two friends told me to drop him because he got a buzz cut 😭😂 but it isnt a full on buzz cut but like one those buzz cuts with the sides shaved and the top... grown...? like, you dont shave the top RIP 💀

i have no idea where this is going, but we're definitely going to be still seeing him :/ not in my love life, probably, but in my drama life 🤣

FUCK- ive ranted quite a lot, sos about that 😭

pls dont block me oli 🥺

lol rant away Sythe

i don’t know i don’t think it’s that weird for him to tell his girlfriend about your convo with him…like in most relationships it might be weirder for him not to tell her? bc in the better/healthier relationships you tell your partner most things

it’s possible that maybe he just thinks you’re attractive? maybe he’s looking at you bc he thinks you’re pretty. teenage boy brains make no sense to me and never will, but you gotta remember that if he wanted to date you, he would probably do something to make it happen. but rn it sounds like, even if he does like looking at you, he still wants to be with his gf….so again. idk like tension/feelies with someone can be FUN but also, maybe find a new crush who is single lol (easier said than done)

#answered asks

[arabella-prongs]

"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione nastily, picking up her her quill again.

#can we have a rewrite and have cho and hermione be best friends?? #none of that weird girl v girl tension #cho chang #revenclaw #harry potter #cedric diggory #gof #hp #rp #hp rp #chochangrp #hermione granger #quote #goblet of fire

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Days and Nights are Long

Pairing: clueless!Colin Shea x clueless!fem Reader

Words: ~4K

Summary: You and Colin are being idiots and it’s driving his band crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, squirting), idiots in love, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It took way longer than I had planned but here’s some more of our drunk, musical idiots in love for you hoes!!! I love them so, even though they’re morons. Tagging my Colin babes @starlightcrystalline and @wayward-blonde because I know they’ve been waiting for this.

I no longer do taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Colin shook his head and shrugged uncomfortably as he stared at his phone, wracking his brain to think of what exactly he should say to you.

“For fuck’s sake, Shea, just ask her to come up.” Matt looked exasperated, twirling his stick through his fingers as he rolled his eyes when Colin scowled at him.

He’d been moping for the past two weeks, ever since the two of you had slept together. All of his bandmates were getting sick of it, the man was the biggest pouty baby on the face of the planet. If they had to listen to him sing Everybody Hurts one more time they were going to kill him.

So they’d come up with a little plan to get him out of his funk, lining up a gig that would really lend itself better to a female vocalist and feigning innocence when Colin pointed that out. They had really enjoyed hanging out with you on that exceptionally hot evening, and if having you join them again was the only way to get their boy out of his funk, even better. He had actually smiled before pulling his phone out, but then he realized he had no idea what he should say.

The two of you had still been cordial whenever you ran into each other, but there was definitely a strain to your interactions now. No matter how much you both told each other it wasn’t awkward, it was definitely awkward. It was also weird that he was pretty sure you hadn’t come home after 1 AM at all in the last two weeks, and you usually at least spent your weekend nights at some other asshole’s apartment. Not that he’d had any visitors either, but he didn’t want to explore that too much.

He was still staring at his phone screen and trying to come up when some nonchalant greeting that would entice you to come sing with them when the phone was suddenly plucked out of his hand by an exasperated looking Keith, who ignored his spluttering as he typed a quick message before tossing the phone back to him.

“You’re thinking about this too hard.” The bassist said, setting to tuning his instrument and chuckling at the indignant look on Colin’s face.

Colin was about to give a snarky reply when he felt his phone buzz and looked down to see a text from you, grinning when he saw you saying you’d be right up. With an exclamation point! He didn’t even notice the pleased grins his bandmates were giving each other as they watched him start to tune his guitar, plucking a happy little tune and humming to himself.

They were all expecting you to come through the main door from the stairs, so when you shouted hello from behind them after climbing up your fire escape, you were greeted with the sight of five grown men almost jumping out of their skins before turning to greet you.

That grin on your face was enough to make Colin melt, all the awkwardness that had been lingering between you disappearing in an instant when you met each other’s eyes.

“Alright boys!” You took the mic Brad handed you with a warm smile, rolling it in one hand as you trailed the cord through your fingers. “You said you needed my help with something Col, what’s up?”

“Right, these idiots lined up a gig for us without consulting me first.” They all avoided his halfhearted glare with doe eyed innocence, focusing on their instruments. “And, well, the set list isn’t really in my range.”

“Lemme see.” You took the sheet of paper from his hand and scanned it quickly. “That’s a whole lot of girl rock.”

“Yeah, like I said, Ann Wilson and I aren’t really in the same register.” Fuck, it was nice to be able to talk to you again.

“Why don’t you just modulate it, then?” You mumbled absentmindedly.

He gaped like a fish at that question. He honestly hadn’t even thought about it, and even if he had, he wasn’t expecting you to know about modulation.

“If we modulate for him, none of us can hit the harmonies.” Craig piped up from behind the keyboards, and he could have kissed him.

“That right?” You teased, shooting a wicked smirk around at them. “You boys sure you didn’t just miss me?”

Colin tried not to sound too hysterical when he let out a laugh, missing the indulgent eye rolls his band mates were giving behind your backs.

“What do you think, we booked a gig where I can’t sing any of the songs on purpose just so we could hang out again?” Good thing he was pretty, the man was clueless.

“No, you’re not that clever, Col.” He made a mock wounded gesture and you grinned at him, looking over the set list some more. “What kind of gig is this anyway?”

“Yeah, Craig, you never told us what the actual gig was.” Colin and the rest of the band gave the keyboardist a variety of inquisitive stares.

“Uh, it’s a bachelorette party.” He mumbled, avoiding making eye contact with his bandmates when they started groaning.

“Fuck, Craig! I do not want to get felt up by a bunch of drunk, horny women!” Colin threw a balled up sheet of music at you when you started laughing.

“That seems right up your alley, Shea.” You teased, dodging when he threw a pillow from the couch at you. “You don’t want to pick up some rowdy bridesmaid?”

“No, they’re scary aggressive.” He shuddered when he thought about the last bachelorette party they had done, they’d practically ripped the band’s clothes off before they could get out of there.

“Aww, well I’ll be there to shield you this time, sweetie.” You winked at him and moved a little closer to everyone. “Let’s practice, boys. Don’t want to give those girls cause to complain.”

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It was the day of the gig, and you and Colin had decided to drive together to streamline things. He was waiting in your living room and tapping his foot nervously as he waited for you to finish getting ready, anxious about what actually performing with you would be like.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He never thought you would be the type to take forever getting ready.

“Yeah, I know!” You strolled out to the living room with a grin on your face and he had to swallow a groan. “How do I look?”

“Good, really good.” The way he was looking at you made your grin grow even wider.

The outfit wasn’t even that special, just a denim mini skirt and a tight v-neck tee with a leather jacket. Oh, and thigh high leather boots. It was definitely the boots he was staring at, his eyes trained on the few inches of bare skin between the top of the boots and the hem of your skirt. You gave him a couple minutes to just stare at you before rolling your eyes and strolling towards your front door, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him after you.

“C’mon Shea, we don’t wanna be late.” You scolded, shoving his amp into his hand and slinging his guitar case over your shoulder before heading down the stairs.

He had trouble focusing on the road as he drove you to the bar the party was going to be at, all he wanted to do was memorize the way you looked in that outfit. It was like someone told you exactly what to wear to drive him crazy. Maybe bringing you into this gig hadn’t been the best idea, because all he wanted to do right now was pull over and let you ride him while you weren’t wearing anything except for those boots and that jacket, and maybe whatever lingerie you had on under that outfit.

“Colin, you’re going to miss the turn.” Your voice snapped him out of his little daydream, and he cursed as he took the turn towards the bar a little faster than he would have liked.

“Sorry, just got a little distracted.” He mumbled, slowing down as he turned into the alley behind the bar and put the car in park behind Matt’s van.

The rest of the band was already unloading, waving at you two as Colin shut off his vehicle and you stepped out. You actually gave Craig and Keith little side hugs before you started helping with the unloading, he hadn’t realized you guys had gotten that close over the past week, and for some reason it made him smile.

“How’s it going man?” He didn’t know how he felt about the look Matt was giving him as he helped carry the bass drum inside, it felt suggestive of something. “Y/N seems excited to be here.”

“Yeah, I thought she might be nervous about performing but she’s handling everything like a pro.” He watched you laugh at something Brad said as you worked on connecting your mic. “Maybe we should make her an official member.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Matt just shrugged, laughing when Colin rounded on him and started spluttering.

“I was joking! We can’t just ask Y/N to be in the band!” Could they? Having you around had been a lot of fun, and the band dynamic had helped alleviate some of the tension that had been growing between you two. But seeing you tonight looking like you did and knowing that you were gonna have to have some on stage chemistry to make this work was making him think twice about things. You got a little intense during rehearsals, and the added pressure of being on stage might make him combust if you kicked it up at all.

Matt shook his head at him and set to assembling his kit while the rest of the band started tuning and connecting their instruments. You just sat on a stool and sipped some water, running through a couple vocal exercises absentmindedly as you scrolled through your phone. It only took a couple of minutes for everyone to finish setting up and then it was mic checks all around.

Everything sounded good and balanced after a couple adjustments and the sound guys gave you the thumbs up to start warming up. Colin couldn’t stop watching you. You were so unbelievably relaxed on stage and it was just endearing you to him even more. He thought for sure you would have been a bundle of nerves but you seemed to be right in your element, tossing him a couple of lazy grins over your shoulder as you ran through a couple of songs before the partygoers started filtering in.

The band switched to doing some instrumental ambience shit while they waited for the party to really get going, and Colin wandered over to talk to you when you took a step back from your mic.

“Still feeling ok about this?” He asked, beaming back at the soft smile you gave him.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” You bounced on your toes a little, adrenaline flooding your veins as the crowd grew. “Think I’ll get any bras thrown at me?”

“You never know with bachelorettes.” He laughed, strolling back over to his own mic so he could introduce the band.

If he thought jamming with you was special, it was nothing compared to watching you perform. You were a goddamn natural, coming alive and feeding off the crowd’s energy until you were completely lost in the music. Every time his eyes met yours you were grinning at him, and your chemistry with the rest of the band was palpable.

Not to mention, you kept drifting close to him on the stage, brushing your hand over his shoulders or leaning against him when you harmonized and it was making his knees weak. , God, he could do this with you every night, even though he was pretty sure he was going to need to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off afterwards.

The show was over too soon, the extremely drunken crowd of rowdy bachelorettes finally getting crazy enough that the band was ready to make a hasty escape. You were bouncing on your toes with residual energy as you started helping the guys pack up their instruments, grabbing Colin’s amp after he shoved his guitar in the case and you both made a run for it to his car when a wobbly woman started to try to climb on the stage.

“Colin, holy fuck that was so much fun!” You managed to make it to the alley unscathed and were giving him the most heartbreaking grin. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

“Yeah? Well you did a great fucking job.” Goddamn it, he’d missed you. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

“Really?” You slammed the trunk closed and started to prowl closer to him. “Whatever I want?”

“That is what I said.” He could feel his voice dropping into that low register that meant he was in desperate need of some sort of release, so he really hoped he wasn’t misreading this situation. “Why? Did you want something now?”

“I think I do.” Your chest was right against his and you could feel it heaving, gazing at him through your lashes while you ran your fingers over his abs. “I stole the keys to the van.”

“And, you wanna go on a joy ride?” He breathed deep when you brushed your lips over his, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“Or, we could just fuck in the back while the rest of the guys search for these.” You pulled back a little and jingled the keys in his face, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth while he ran his hands over your hips.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smashed his lips to yours and let out a low moan, his fingers digging into your ass while the two of you stumbled towards the side door of the van.

You fumbled with the keys for a minute because you didn’t want to take your mouth off Colin for any reason, but then you were sliding the door open and the two of you were falling inside in a tangle of limbs before somehow managing to kick the door closed behind you. Trying to undress each other was a little difficult with how wrapped up you were in each other but you managed, tossing your garments away haphazardly as your tongues curled tangled together. Colin grabbed your hands when you went to remove your boots, pulling them up to his face and kissing your palms before winding your arms around his neck.

“Keep those on.” His voice was a low growl and fuck, you forgot how sexy he was.

“Well, cannot say I’m surprised you're a little kinky, Col.” You wound your fingers through his hair and yanked, purring at the groan he gave you. “I’m gonna suck that pretty dick of yours, but then I’ll give it to you nice and rough.”

“God, baby.” He wished he didn’t sound so whiny when you started kissing your way down his chest, but he hadn’t gotten any release except from his hand for the past two weeks and he really needed you to keep doing what you were doing. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

“Yeah? Knew you were a good boy.” You winked at him when you started kissing the skin above the band of his boxer briefs before you were yanking them down his thighs and immediately licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his cock when it sprung up against his abs.

Colin had to brace a hand against the side of the van when you worked him over, spitting on his tip and watching it drip down his length before spreading it over him with your lips. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave him a nice, smooth stroke as you ducked down between his length to press gentle kisses over his balls while you jerked him off. He almost choked on his tongue when you wrapped your lips around his sack and tugged softly, the hum you let out sending a vibration up his spine while your thumb swiped over his swollen tip.

The sounds he was making from just a handjob were enough to soak through the thin lace of your panties, and when he shouted your name when you moved a little lower and teased your tongue over his asshole, well you almost fucking came just from that. You couldn’t believe you had stupidly waited two fucking weeks before indulging in this man again, you finally felt like yourself again. It was driving you absolutely crazy, the way his hips were wriggling underneath you spurring you on until you couldn’t take it any more.

If he thought your hand was incredible, it was nothing compared to the feel of your lips wrapped around his tip while your tongue swirled around his sensitive head. With all the women he’d slept with, he’d definitely suffered through some mediocre and downright disappointing blow jobs. But you felt like you were about to suck the soul out of him, and you’d only just started.

“Ah, Christ.” He was going to pass out if you kept going like this, your mouth was like fucking heaven. “Honey, fuck.”

You shot him a wicked look when you started bobbing your head, taking him just a little deeper each time while your tongue curled around him as much as possible. Then you opened your throat and swallowed him whole and he lost his mind.

He wrapped his hand in your hair and held your head still as he started fucking your throat, his hips bucking wildly while you choked and sputtered around him. Drool was running down your chin and soaking his thighs as you started breathing through your nose, digging your fingers into his thighs while he used you like a fuck toy. You kept your tongue pressed flat against your bottom teeth to avoid choking on it, moaning softly when you tasted the salty tang of his precum hit your tongue. His grip on your hair was growing painful, and you could tell by the way his abs were twitching that he was close.

“Wait, ah shit!” He somehow managed to gather enough self control to pull out of your mouth, groaning at the long string of saliva that kept you connected even as you bit at your swollen lips. “I’m not coming unless it’s in that pretty pussy. How do you want it?”

“Fuck me from behind, Col.”

He growled as he sat up and smashed his lips to yours, savoring the taste of himself on your tongue before flipping your over and burying his face in your hair. You let out a low moan when he slammed into you with no warning, gasping at the punishing pace he was setting and purring when he started mouthing at your neck.

The van was shaking like some sort of cliche while Colin fucked into you with abandon, his hips bouncing off your ass in an obscene display while the two of you whined and panted together. Colin was going to lose his fucking mind, two weeks with barely even talking to you and now he was finally inside you it was all he could do to not go completely feral.

“Oh god, honey.” He was practically whining against your skin when you clenched around him, sucking your ear lobe between his lips while you arched your back and purred for him. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. Pussy so fucking good. Tell me you’re close, I need to feel you come.”

“So close, Colin, shit!” You gasped when he hit you deep, curling your body backwards around him and reaching over your shoulder to wind your fingers through his hair and press his lips to yours. “Need that dick so bad. Feel so good when you’re inside me.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He wound one hand around your neck and the other arm around your waist, holding you close while he kissed you deeply and swallowed your wanton mewls with a deep groan. “Come for me.”

His hips ground against you and you slapped the floor of the van when you came, sobbing into his mouth and vibrating underneath him while your pussy strangled his cock. Your teeth nipped at his lips once you were finished, humming happily as he continued fucking you through your high.

“Need more, Colin.” You whimpered when he started slowing down, trying to thrust your hips back towards him as you tried to bring yourself to the edge again. “Harder, I need it.”

“Fuck, I’ll give you whatever you fucking want.” He tugged at your lips with his teeth, squeezing your neck gently and groaning at your soft whimper as you clenched around him. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”

You couldn’t respond when he started pounding into you furiously, the way his cock was punching against your soft walls making it a little hard to breathe, never mind thinking. He was hitting every spot you needed him to with each thrust, grunting into your ear each time his hips slammed into you until he felt your breath hitch.

Every time he bottomed out you thought you were going to pass out, the tip of his cock punching against your cervix and making you see stars. It was so good, he was hitting you so deep and smooth you couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself for so long.

Colin growled when a particularly vicious push had your entire body rising off the floor of the van, your fluttering sigh sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. One more thrust and you lost it, screaming with ecstasy as every muscle in your body vibrated and you squirted all over Colin’s thighs and the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, baby.” Colin was desperate, his rhythm completely gone as he chased his own end while you fluttered around him. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up until I’m leaking outta you for the next week.”

“Oh god, please.” Your eyes rolled up in your head while you let him use you, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily as you pushed your hips back to meet his. “Give it to me, Colin.”

He buried his face in your neck and let out a strangled cry when his hips stuttered, thick, warm ropes of white shooting against your soft walls until he was collapsing on top of you with a sated moan. You tangled your fingers with his above your head as your breathing regulated, his breath hot on your neck while the two of you melted into each other.

“We’re not waiting two weeks again, right?” Colin’s arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips spreading in a slow smile when he felt you purr contentedly.

“Nope. I’m definitely gonna need this to happen on the regular.” You turned a little so you could rub your nose against his. “You know, in between our other, normal escapades.”

“Right.” His heart fell a little at that, but maybe just interspersing his trysts with you with his other one night stands would help flush his crush on you out of his system.

Before he had a chance to say anything else there was a sudden pounding at the van door, snapping the two of you out of your haze with a pair of exasperated groans.

“Shea!!!” You untangled yourselves as you started to pull on your clothes. “That had better be Y/N in there! If you sad fucked some bachelorette and we have to listen to you sing stupid breakup songs for the next month I’m going to kill you!”

#natalie writes #colin shea smut #colin shea x y/n #colin shea x you #colin shea x fem!reader #colin shea x reader #colin shea #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #eighteen plus #eighteen and over #do not interact if you are a minor

[haikyuuu-r-us]

Erm okay so I don't usually do asks fr like that but may I please ask Alpha waka and omega reader. I saw you did omegaverse idk but yeah. Maybe fluff it not idk whatever works with you 🥺🥺👉🏽👈🏽🥺😳

Pt.2: https://haikyuuu-r-us.tumblr.com/post/625551637967175680/unofficial-game-alpha-ushijima-wakatoshi-x

Hell yeah, I do omegaverse, girl that's my JAAAM thanks for asking! <3

Edit: This is now titled- 'Unofficial Game' and this is pt. 1 ❤️

  - Its no surprise that Ushijima Wakatoshi of Shiratorizawa was an incredible alpha. He was agile and strong. He was the Ace and also the Captain of his team. 

  - He was an Alpha. 

  - His team was highly regarded and respected. His team respected him highly. By some, he was considered a prodigy. 

  - Every move he made was calculated to bring him closer to his goal, no distractions allowed. 

  - He had a goal and he was hell-bent on reaching it. 

  -It's no surprise to your fellow students to find that you were an omega. You were rather meek and shy. You kept to yourself on the best of days and purposefully isolated yourself on worse ones.

  - You were an omega. 

  - You had few friends though none went to school here. You were accepted into the school due to exceptional grades and recommendations. The school was seeking to expand into the arts, and in that aspect, you were an excellent starting point. 

  - You won medals in competitions. Never landing below third. You never cared for your medals. In your eyes, it was all subjective. Not to mention you had never been extremely competitive anyhow. 

  - you only desired to see your skills grow and to inspire others to follow their own dreams. 

Essentially, the two of you never should have met, be in any sort of friendship let alone a relationship. The differences were too large, the first years would say. If only they were privy to how you met. 

"Wah?? So you're the new transfer student?" You glanced up from the hallways tiled flooring to search for the voice. When he waved at you and began to jog towards you with a lazy grin marking his features, you slunk back into your oversized school jacket. 

"Yeah...uhm, haha, that's me." You tucked your hair behind your ear nervously. 'He's an alpha.' Although his scent was a weird one, you found his constant seeking you out every morning just to say hi rather endearing. It'd be lying to say you didn't form an itty bitty crush on him at the beginning of your friendship. 

As time went on he became your guide, and a strong brother-like figure to you, showing you parts of the school you had been too nervous to explore by yourself and encouraging you to take pictures when you asked if it was allowed. You were inspired by what you were seeing, you absolutely had to have a reference for later. He continued to guide you, most definitely spinning false and grandeur stories about how each place came to be. He didn't need to be right, it made you laugh and it kept you interested; You stayed interested even when you got to how the gym was built by angels who deemed volleyball a holy sport above all others. 

"Liar." You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand as tears sprang to your eyes at his overdramatic antics. "WHAT? Omega-chaaan! I would never, E V E R! Lie to you!" He shook his head furiously and wagged a finger in your face. He was about to start again but a calm voice interrupted. 

"Oh, there you are. Coach wants to start early with practice." The beta had blonde hair and a bored look on his face. 

"Aw, what? That’s bull- wah! Omega-chan come watch me practice!" He cried waving his arms frantically as you thought it over. 

"I dunno," you eyed the beta male wearily. 

"It's perfect yeah? See, you can practice the Anatoly of us while we play!"

"I think you mean anatomy-"

"Yeah, same thing!"

"I don't even know what that other thing is- stop pushing I'm going, 'Tori!"

He ushered you in and motioned towards the bleachers. He was right you supposed. This would be a good way to practice. 

At you were good at being a wallflower and despite the beta male who ignored your presence, you found yourself comfortable knowing that Tendou would step in should someone give you any issues. 

Wakatoshi stretched quietly in the changing room. Nodding silently at Tendou when he entered and quickly, as though someone was going to give him a medal, stripped himself of his school uniform and into slightly more comfortable training clothes. He was being sloppy and nearly tripping when he pulled his shorts up. 

His brow quirked down but he said nothing, figuring it was more nonsense from the Guess Monster. 

He left the changing room and just as he began to walk over to the storage closet to grab the volleyballs, a new scent filled his senses. Though unnoticed to himself and the other Alpha and betas around him, his pupils dilated ever so slightly. 

His head turned from the handle of the closet to assess the gym. There was an omega here. He could smell her. Somewhere, he raked his gaze across the room and a slight shift of fingers was all it took to have his gaze latch onto you like a magnet to a fridge. 

Your form was small. Knees up to your chest with a book resting on top of them. A pencil clenched in between your fingers. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your chosen seat was high up in the bleachers, hidden ever so slightly behind support that jutted out of the wall. 

He breathed in your scent slowly, allowing the warm sweet scent to roll over his palette. His pupils dilated and adjusted, connecting the sight of you to your soothing scent.

Omega. 

He didn't realize he was making his way closer to you until his body was faced with the prospect of climbing up the bleachers. This time when his gaze landed on you, wide, doe-like orbs stared back. Quickly almost fearfully, your body tensed and you looked away.

Knows her place. 

He narrowed his gaze in a challenging way. Who let you into the gym? Omegas were most definitely not allowed at any other time than official games. They potentially could be major distractions at the very least. You shifted nervously, and your fingers flipped through a few pages. 

Her fingers were shaking. 

"Ne~Omega-chan you have to watch!"

Of course, it had been Tendou. Of course, he would let in an omega. 

He turned away, ignoring your presence, for now, Tendou would cause mayhem otherwise, especially if he thought you'd be forced to leave. 

The game went well. In fact, Tendou was most definitely showing off the entire time, calling out for your praise and attention. 

Though he didn't find himself drowning in curiosity, he still listened closely when Semi asked Tendou about the shy omega. 

"That your omega, 'Tori?" That was a new nickname. 

"Nah, she’s my friend! She's shy and stuff so I don't think she had anyone else. She looked lonely so ' voila '!" 

"You're supposed to form friendships through common interests and tastes-"

Tendou stared in confusion. Semi sighed and rubbed his temples. Reon and Goshiki piped up out of curiosity helping to explain exactly what Semi meant. 

Lakatos didn't bother to hear the rest. Instead, he went to join the first years in the gym, supervising them to ensure they didn’t fool around instead of cleaning. While they scrambled to gather everything up he searched for the omega, despite her lingering scent, he saw nothing. Then again, before he could complete his scan, a volleyball rolled and bumped into his ankle.

He kneeled and picked it up, testing the pressure in his hands. He was about to toss the ball back to the first year who dropped it, but he caught sight of you from his peripheral, and before he even fully realized why his inner alpha commanded him to do it, he found himself lining up to set. 

Throw. Run. Jump. Slam the ball. Hard. Harder than needed. Put force into it. Strongest Alpha. The strongest. 

His knees bent when he landed. The echo of the ball landing was still reverberating throughout the gym, the air was thick with unknown tension and no first-year dared to speak. The ball slowly rolled back towards him, and once more he picked it up. Except for this time he turned and handed the ball to the kid that dropped it. Instinctually his gaze searched for your face among the first years who know were shutting everything down. 

You were looking at him too. The moment he locked eyes with your own, you shot your gaze downwards to stare at your feet. 

She's respectful. 

Slowly and shakily staring at the other third years locking up, you gave a weak chuckle and muttered softly, "uhm, so I'm assuming you're the captain?" 

The moment you shifted your gaze back his spine straightened further and his chest puffed out slightly. Unnoticeable to anyone but himself. You were... Affecting him. 

"Indeed." His eyes drifted across your form. He was never one to really notice omegas despite being an Alpha male himself and having plenty of fangirls, he never really, truly noticed any of them. He especially never bothered to assess their form like he was currently doing to you. His eyes slid to your face again, watching as your lips moved as you spoke, the words barely processing. 

Her scent. 

After receiving no answer to Tendou's whereabouts you glanced at his face again, though with more caution this time. 

Her eyes. 

Little did you know, the way your eyes peeked at him beneath your lashes, the way your brows pinched together and especially the way your lips parted in concern, all were sending his Alpha into a tailspin. His heart began to steadily beat faster, the same tempo would beat before a good matchup. 

It was only the snicker from his right-hand side that brought him out of it.

Tendou. 

"Don't worry about him omega-chan! He's just dense." You laughed nervously attempted to shift the attention back to Tendou instead of yourself. 

That's right, you were there for Tendou. 

He realized late that night, before he went to bed, that the real reason his Alpha demanded that one spike, the real reason his adrenaline couldn't seem to leave him be, even hours later, that his Alpha was proving to you, convincing you really, he, Waktoshi Ushijima, was the strongest. He was the captain. The Ace. His breaths picked up slightly when he recalled the way your lips formed the word 'captain'. 

All he knew now was that he wanted you to call him 'alpha' next.

(Looks like I got a bit carried away with this one lol)

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[buckyownsmylife]

Clean - John Winchester Smut

The one where John’s your best friend’s father

Warnings: smut, age gap, rough sex, oral sex (f), p in v, overstimulation, dirty talk, curse words

A/N: Day 6 of kinktober and I’m really exhausted and low. But here it is. Hope you guys like it. The prompts were overstimulation and bestfriend’s father.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I could feel his eyes on me from across the room. It was difficult not to, especially when it felt like my body was so perfectly attuned to his, permanently in search for his attention. But of course, because things couldn’t be easy, not only was he thirty years older than me, he was also my best friend’s father.

Sammy wasn’t even my age, which made it worse. Even he was older than me, as we’d met in college, where I’d been accepted even before I was of legal age. And now that we’d ran into each other after I lost everything and everyone I knew to a werewolf pack, he felt like it was his responsibility to take care of me, which is how I ended up in his family’s bunker, permanently stuck with him, his older brother Dean, their friend Cas - who was an angel - and their father, John. The muse behind every wet dream I’d ever had since our eyes had first met.

Life with the Winchesters - and Cas - wasn’t hard or bad. Most of the time I stayed at the bunker, perfectly content in helping with research - it was my favorite activity, after all. John had been scared of allowing me to join them on their hunts, saying I needed actual training that they couldn’t quickly provide, but these last few weeks had found us alone with each other more often than not, his hands over mine as he taught me how to pull the trigger of a gun.

That part was hard, ignoring how his touch made me feel electrified when he was so close, holding my hands in front of my body from behind and directing them towards a designated target, but not as hard as the cock I felt straining his jeans and rubbing against my backside in those same moments.

We never spoke of it, both pretending to not notice, but we knew better. And that’s precisely why I allowed him to run off into his bedroom immediately after our training sessions, without accompanying him to offer my help in return.

He was my best friend’s father. I shouldn’t. But fuck did I want to.

So that’s why these last few days, it felt like the temperature had been steadily rising between us, to the point where it seemed like we’d both burn up into flames at any moment. John had gotten back from a hunt five days ago and still hadn’t offered to meet me in a training session, something that struck me as weird, but I didn’t want to bother him, so I never asked for it, opting to simply wait for his invitation.

Now, I could feel him staring at me from across the room, and as much as I wanted to ask why, I didn’t. I just kept my head down as I tried to concentrate on the research Sam asked me to help him with.

Just as I was about to finally be able to focus, though, Dean decided to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

“Who wants to go to the bar?” It was an invitation made strictly out of politeness. He’d long ago given up on ever getting me to leave the bunker to “relax” in that kind of loud atmosphere, so I just granted him a sheepish smile, to which he chuckled. “Alright, I got it. Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Sam, what about you?”

My best friend’s head whipped up from the book he was reading at the mention of his name, and it took him some time to tune in into what Dean was talking about. When he did, much to everyone’s surprise, he actually nodded, closing his book and stretching up. “Sure, I think I deserve some rest after this week. Are you sure I can’t convince you to join us, Y/N?”

John’s P.O.V.

She smiled, but shook her head at my boys.

“Nah, I’m good. You guys have fun. Besides, anytime you take me with you, someone ends up having to babysit me, and I’m sure the main reason you want to go out is to find someone to spend the night with, right?” Sam blushed, but didn’t deny. Dean, on the other hand, always my son, just chuckled, no embarrassment in his features. 

“Well, a man’s gotta live.” What he didn’t add was that if she offered, he’d exchange all the skanks in the world for a chance to be with her. The only person who didn’t take notice in his obvious crush for her was her.

There was another thing that remained unspoken while the boys prepared to leave the bunker. The main reason why someone had to stay behind with her was because no other girl approached our table when she was around us. She just had that effect. We became so enraptured by her that no one else caught our eye, and so no one approached.

We didn’t mind. She took all of our attention when she was around, and she didn’t even know it. So it was safe to say that ever since she stopped agreeing to be dragged out into bars with us, we were grateful.

“Dad?” They hadn’t realized I had made no effort to get ready until they were already at the door. 

“‘M not going tonight.” Her surprised eyes found mine from the other side of the room, but just like my kids, she didn’t say anything. In another minute or so they were gone and then it was only her and I in the bunker for the night.

I could see the tension in her shoulders from the other side of the room, and I almost chuckled. Perhaps this was only another sign in a long list of things that should show me how screwed up I was for wanting what I did, but I’d given up trying to fight it. I’d fucked woman after woman thinking about the girl in front of me, and she was still the only one I could think about when I lied down at night. So now it was time to get her.

“Y/N,” I called out to her a few minutes after the boys had left, wanting to give them time to possibly come back to get whatever item they might have forgotten, but when that wasn’t the case, I broke the silence that had fallen in the room without a second thought. “Come here.”

I could see even from the distance between us that she flinched at the sound of her own name. Had I startled her? She was a hunter, she couldn’t be so easily scared, but perhaps it was the tension that had appeared between us that made her uneasy enough to jump at anything.

Her head whipped up to look at me, but she didn’t immediately do anything, just stared, like she was unsure if I’d actually called her name or if it was only her own imagination playing tricks on her. When I refused to repeat myself, but still maintained eye contact with her, she slowly got up from her chair and made her way to where I was sitting, giving me the perfect opportunity to appreciate her body.

Fuck, she really was something. The way that jeans hugged her curves, showing off her tight ass, and how her breasts bounced with each step she took towards me. It was impossible not to be aroused - I couldn’t understand how Sam kept it in his pants. I knew for a fact Dean had eyed her quite a bit, because I was the one to remove any ideas of him ever getting with her with a single slap on the back of his head when I got him smirking down at her.

That kid was too much like me for his own good.

“You called?” She asked when she was finally right in front of me, her head doing that cute little thing where it leaned to one side as she nibbled on her lower lip, waiting for any sort of reaction from me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

John’s stare was an intense kind of torture, one that seemed perfectly constructed just to break me down to my most primal state. I had no doubt he’d be able to achieve that. After what felt like hours of him undressing me with those brown hues that had seen so much more than he actually let on, he finally showed me some sort of direct recognition, sitting up straighter in the armchair he was sprawled on, before clearing his throat.

“Yes, I did call you. You see, Y/N, I’ve found myself in a sort of… situation, for quite sometime now, and I’ve tried everything I could to get myself through it. There’s only one thing left, now. You.”

My eyebrows flew up while I opened my mouth several times, in search of something to say. Still, with the little amount of information I had, all that was left for me to ask was “Me? How can I help you?”

By the way the corners of his lips twitched up - the closest thing to a smile coming from John Winchester - it was clear that while he anticipated my questioning, it still amused him greatly. I got the impression that he thought of me as something precious, innocent even, and while I couldn’t understand neither where I got this idea or why he thought of me like that, the truth was that it got me hot like nothing else.

“Considering you are the very reason for my problem, I’d say there are a lot of ways you can help me, sweetheart.” My heart had started beating more quickly, the innuendo in his words, the tension that had been ever-present in the atmosphere between us, it all made sense. But I still couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that he actually wanted me.

I didn’t want to do or say anything that let on what I was thinking about, because God, how embarrassing would it be if I had completely misread this situation?

John sighed at my lack of response, throwing a hand through his hair as he looked around the room before fixing his eyes on me again. “Listen, sweetheart. I don’t want to put you into a difficult position and I most definitely don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want, I just think you might be interested in taking up my offer. I’ve seen the way you look at me, it’s not much different from how I look at you either. None of the boys need to know. This would just be between me and you.”

I was certain he was able to hear my heartbeat by now, but still, I forced myself to speak over the thundering sound resonating in my ears. “And what would that be, exactly? Your offer, I mean.”

John didn’t immediately answer, opting instead to run his eyes through my figure once more. I forced myself to contain the inevitable shiver, pondering how the hell was he able to feel so dominating while remaining seated, whereas I was standing up.

John’s P.O.V.

“I want to use you as my personal fucktoy,” I decided to get on with it, lay it all out in the open as soon as possible. There was no reason to hide, after all, I wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin and I wanted her to know exactly what she was getting herself into if she accepted my proposal.

“Now, I need you to really understand this, pretty girl. I’m not fucking around and I’m most definitely nothing like the boys you probably fucked up until now. When I say I want you to be my fucktoy, I mean you will be my fucktoy. I have a lot of pent up frustrations to deal with and I will not do anything other than use you. It will be rough. I will not be gentle.”

I watched with clear interest as my words registered in the girl in front of me. It wasn’t hard to see that she was interested in what I was offering, by the way she was biting her lip and changing her weight from one leg to another. I was willing to bet that she was wet already. 

“Are you sure we’ll be able to keep this from the boys?” I smiled at how she called my sons, who were both older than her, and at her priorities. There was a reason I knew I should take the leap and look for relief in her. Instead of worrying about how rough I could be, she just wanted to know about the privacy of it all.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I asked, beckoning her to my lap. She obeyed with barely any hesitancy, which instantly aroused me. There was nothing I loved more than a girl who knew her place and what she wanted.

As soon as she was in touching distance, I pulled her to sit on one of my thighs, relishing in the tiny gasp of surprise she let out at the sudden movement. “You don’t need to worry,” I assured her, while wrapping a strand of her hair on one of my fingers, while my other hand secured her in her spot. “We’re both consenting adults, right? They never have to know about what we do when they aren’t here.”

Her eyes had been staring at my mouth as I talked, and by the end of my question she quickly raised them to meet mine again, like she was scared to be caught staring. A chuckle caught in my throat, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. “Just come here,” I said right before meeting her lips with mine.

It was exactly as I imagined, her softness meeting my chapped lips with some timidness as I forced her to welcome my eager tongue. The tiny moan that she let out as I parted her lips to get my first taste of her went straight to my cock, making me groan before I adjusted her so she’d sit properly on both of my thighs, facing me. 

Her hands clutched my shirt as mine explored her body, masculine satisfaction filling my chest at the knowledge that from now on, she’d be mine to take.”Wanna start being a good girl for me?” I whispered in her ear, fully enjoying seeing the goosebumps that rose up on her arms at the touch of my breath on her skin.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Yes,” I breathed out without even thinking twice, completely lost to the feeling of John’s warm, manly hands groping my body. His ever-present smell of whiskey and gunpowder was going straight to my head, making me feel like the world was swirling around us as he savored my lips, my jaw, my throat, his hands getting lost in my hair before grabbing my ass over my jeans, grinding me against him.

“Then get up,” he ordered, already helping me do as he said with his hands on my waist. When I was standing in front of him again, he ran his eyes through me one more time before continuing, “Now strip.”

I’d normally feel at least a bit timid of following his direction, but with John looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on, I found myself wishing that my clothes were already on the floor - especially since it suddenly felt way too hot in this bunker, the fluorescent lights a sun in itself. 

First went my shirt, before I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall down to my ankles. John licked his lips at the sight of my body in just my underwear, before telling me to step out of my jeans.

He didn’t need to tell me to proceed with my strip-tease, I did so instinctively, my bra quickly falling down to the floor before my panties followed the same path. John’s gaze had darkened considerably, and had become so strong that it almost felt like a physical presence over me, exploring my crevices.

“Pull out that chair, sweetheart,” he nodded towards one of the simple wooden chairs we kept by one of the dining tables, and although I quirked an eyebrow in his direction, I did as he said, positioning the chair to face him, before he tutted. “Turn it around,” he instructed, and I did so quickly, my breasts bouncing with each step I took. “Now brace yourself on the back of that chair.”

For the first time, I hesitated before doing what he wanted. With him still seating right behind me, I’d be quite literally giving him a vision of everything. But of course, that was precisely what he wanted, so I just resorted to doing exactly as he said, wrapping my arms around the back of the chair and leaning over so that my pussy was on display for him.

I didn’t witness any sort of reaction for a few seconds, and my heart was beating so loudly I couldn’t even hear his breath to be able to actually pinpoint if he was still seated or not. All I knew was that with each passing minute, my nerves stood on end, my nipples tightening in the warm air of the room while I could feel my wetness start to seep out of my lower lips.

But then, I felt his hands on the back of my thighs, his warm breath right over my most intimate part, like he was teasing himself with my smell before allowing his own satisfaction. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he whispered in that rough voice of his that always gave me shivers. Accompanied by a sweep of his knuckles against my most sensitive part, it almost made my knees buckle.

John’s P.O.V.

I had to stop myself from chuckling at how much my little actions affected her. I could only imagine how she’d look all fucked out, when I was done with her. “Hang there, sweetheart, I wanna get myself a taste.” Keeping her still by my grip on her legs, I buried my face on her pussy from behind, paying attention to the adorable little gasp she let out at the first swipe of my tongue. “You can be as loud as you want, pretty girl. The boys aren’t here to hear ya.”

I slowly collected some of the wetness already slipping out of her with the tip of my tongue, relishing in her sweet taste. I immediately needed more, needed to have it dripping off my beard, imprinted on my taste buds.

All calmness and control recklessly abandoned, I pressed myself further inside of her, only half-listening to the broken moans and gasps leaving her lips as she tried to remain in the position I ordered her to be in, while I lapped up her cunt with a vigor I hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Fuck, you really are a sweet thing, aren’t you? I’d forgotten how great young pussy tasted. Hang in there, sweetheart, this might take a while.” It wasn’t my plan to spend so much time just eating her out, but she was just too delicious to leave without having her cum directly against my tongue. So I gave her my all, engulfing her pussy in my mouth as my jaw rubbed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, my beard certainly leaving a burning sensation I could only take egoistic pride in. Finally, she gave me what I wanted, cumming directly into my mouth with my nose pressed against her little clit, and I drank it all in, licking my lips and hers to make sure I wouldn’t waste any drop.

She was still trembling and trying to catch her breath when I pulled away from her, rubbing my lips to chase the remnants of her taste. Then I paused, once again looking her up and down, from the tiptoes she was resting on, the back of her thighs until the perfectly presented cunt just there for me to take.

“Wait just there, darlin’, I think I might need a second taste.” By the time I was done with her, three orgasms later, she’d cum with my hands spreading her asscheeks, after I fucked my tongue inside her pretty little asshole, with a single finger inside of her while I bit on her thighs and finally, with three digits buried to the knuckle, as she begged me for a release I was more than happy to give her. Her juices were already dripping past her ankles, and as much as I wanted to lick it all up, clean her with my tongue, my cock had been throbbing inside my jeans for far too long to continue to be ignored.

Rising up behind her, I caressed the skin of her back as I tried to calm her down, while I kept one hand on my belt, prying it open. “There, sweetheart. We’re almost done, aren’t we? All that’s left for you to do now is to welcome my cock into that tight cunt of yours. Think you can do it?”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

My heart couldn’t keep up with what was going on. It felt like I’d just run a marathon, my skin all sweaty while my wetness dripped on the concrete floor below us. “Y-yes,” I answered with all the energy I had left, flinching at how hoarse my throat felt. “I can do it.”

John chuckled warmly, and it was with a jolt of excitement that I realized his cock was out, as he pulled me against his chest by my hair. “I know you can, sweet thing. The question is… how badly do you want it?”

He rubbed his cock against me as he whispered the question in my ear, and I gasped at how thick he felt, immediately comprehending what he wanted from me. “Please, John, I want it so bad. I want your cock inside of me, I need it.” 

The growl I got in response let me know I had gotten it right even before I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, spearing me open. He shoved it all inside of me in a single thrust, not allowing me anytime to get used to the feeling of being so brutally stretched after he bottomed out.

“Now, darlin’, you just hold onto that chair and let me ruin you.” Pushing me against the chair again, he immediately started to pound against me, both hands so tightly holding onto my waist that I was sure I’d have bruised in the morning.

He wasn’t lying about ruining me. I’d never been so forcefully fucked in my entire life, and it wasn’t hard to see that I had John’s sexual experience to thank for it. “John!” I screamed out his name as I felt myself reaching that high again, my channel throbbing around him. He just kept fucking me with the same intensity, turning my sensitiveness into overstimulation in a second.

“John, please!” I begged as tears rolled down my cheeks from the way it all felt like too much - the feeling of being so filled, the way my clit ached and throbbed, my pussy trying to push him out and keep him in at the same time. Still, I couldn’t be certain of what I was asking for - for him to stop? To continue? Both ideas sounded equally necessary to me at that moment.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to be my fucktoy?” He asked threateningly, pulling me by my hair again so he could lick the salt on my cheek. “You can take it, sweetheart. You’re a big girl, aren’t you?” With a slap over my clit, I cried as my last orgasm suddenly intensified and I felt myself bursting with a white hot flash of an orgasm as I squirted all over our clamped legs.

When I finally managed to blink my eyes open again, I realized John was still hugging me to him, but he’d stopped moving. Then, I realized the mess between my legs was even stickier, and it all made sense.

“I forgot to ask you where I could cum,” he joked, kissing my temple before slowly pulling out of my abused pussy. He looked around for my clothes before selecting my shirt to wipe the excess moisture on our skins.

“It’s okay,” I explained as I tried to catch my breath, still frozen on the same spot and holding the chair, since I was scared my legs would fail me if I tried to move. “I’m on the pill.” Before I could say anything else, John picked me up bridal style and started moving us towards the bedrooms, making me wheeze in surprise. “Where are you taking me?” I inquired, confused and tired, but he looked down at me like I was suddenly gone crazy. 

“My bedroom. I figured I’d let you soak in a bath while I take care of the mess we left in the living room. Then I can come back and hold you for a bit, before you fall asleep. How does that sound?” As hard as it was to wrap my head around the concept of John Winchester performing aftercare, I was too tired to even question, so I just nodded, smiling softly up at him.

“Sounds perfect.”

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[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 12

Warnings: None Tag List: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Today was the day, the day where Seijoh would face off aginst Kaisei Academy, a well known school with a very skilled Volleyball team. They were so good in fact, that they would become an obstacle for Aoba Johsei if not taken down a peg. And that's why Seijoh was here today, to show Kaisei Academy that they were the best! Right now, each team were having a team meeting before the game starts. While Seijoh were confident in their skills, there was still a hint of tension in the air.

"Alright guys, this is it." Oikawa started, as the captain it was his job to get his team hyped and ready for the match. But it was also his job to restore their confidence, make them feel like they could do anything if they really put their whole hearts and souls into it. "We're going to show those Kaisei jerks just who they're up against. We are Seijoh, we back down to no one! The moment we step onto that court, we show no mercy! Kaisei and every other team that challenges us will known that our team is nothing to mocked or looked down upon. I believe in all you, I know we can win this! Now, let's show them what we go!" The teamed collectively gave a frim, "Right!" back to their captain.

"But before we do, L/n-Chan has something she would like to say to everyone." Oikawa stepped aside for Y/n, who approached the team nervously. She cleared her throat and tried to ignore their eyes as she spoke. "I-I know things have been a little weird recently, I haven't stepped up as a manager like I promised I would. I gave you all my word and then I failed to make good on it, and for that I'm very sorry." She bows her head. "But, from now on, I'll be there for each and every one of you. I'll be here for this team like I should, I'll give you all my best, and I'll try harder every single day. Because that's what a manager does." She continued.

"Starting from now, you can rely on me. And I'll rely on you guys to win this match and many more like this." She gives the team a warm smile. "Good luck!" The team all felt their hearts flutter at her kind words. It was nice having a girl, a cute girl at that, cheer them on. But it was even nicer when she was this caring and appreciative of them. But secretly, Y/n would be cheering on Kyotani the most, and he knew that.

The bell that would signify the beginning of the match was blown. "Now go out there and win!" Y/n tells them. "Yeah!" The team says in unison as they approach the court.

The game was near it's end, and the score was tied, one more point was all that was needed in order to win this game. Things were starting to look slim for Seijoh, tension was clear in their movements. They were just as unsure as Y/n, who was on the sidelines watching with bated breath. She never knew volleyball could get so intense, she never understood why there was so much passion put into each match. But now she understood, she understood what it meant to be a part of the team, what it meant to have your teammates backs, and what it meant to support them all every step of the way.

The crowd watched as the ball was sent up into the air, Kyotani was the closest person to it. It was all up to him, to make that final hit, and win the game...

Kyotani took a running start, and just as he jumped he heard the encouragement that made him forget any trace of doubt in his mind. "Go for it Ken!!" Y/n cheered over the crowed. Kyotani yelled fiercely as he hit the ball with every ounce of strength he had. It swooshed over the net, and passed the opposite team member's head, right onto the floor.

The whole gym went quiet, as the ref made the final call...The final whistle was blown...Seijoh, had won!

The gym filled with the cheers from the crowd, Y/n included. She ran to the team who was currently celebrating their victory. She tackled Kyotani in a tight hug, he lifted her up and spun her around. "You all did it! You won!" Y/n kissed his forehead. "Of course we did! We're Seijoh!" Oikawa exclaims happily. "You guys were amazing! Congratulations!" Y/n tells them with a big smile. With a few more celebratory words, the two teams gathered at each side of the court, and thanked each other for the match.

At the end of the day, the whole team decided to go out for a nice dinner to celebrate. And all at the cost of their oh so wonderful captain Oikawa, who was currently regretting that decision. Each person raised their glass to make a toast. "Here's to another victory for Seijoh!" Oikawa starts. "You all worked hard out there today, I say this win was well deserved." The teamed cheered in agreement. "And, I would like to thank Y/n for becoming part of the team." His kind words made her blush. "Don't think I didn't hear you cheering for Mad-Dog out there." He winked. "Speaking of, congrats again on your relationship! Here's to Y/n and Mad-Dog! May they have a wonderful life, and many beautiful children!"

Y/n and Kyotani turned red, silently cursing their captain. "Oi, stop embarrassing them." Iwaizumi elbowed him. Y/n glanced over at Kyotani and smiled softly. As embarrassing as Oikawa's words were, she hoped for the same. That Kyotani and herself would stay together for a very long time, and maybe, even have a kid or two. Not now obviously! But at some point, it would be nice. Kyotani noticed her gaze,  and discreetly held her hand under the table, so the others couldn't see. Y/n rubbed her thumb over his hand gently, as a silent, "I love you too."

After a night of age appropriate drinking, eating, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company, it was time each team member made their way home. Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani and Y/n were the last to go. "Be safe on your way back." Iwaizumi tells them. "We will. Thanks again you guys. I had a lot of fun tonight." Y/n says appreciatively. "Anytime Y/n. Don't forget to show up for practice tomorrow you two." Oikawa waves as he walked side by side with Iwaizumi. "Goodnight." Y/n waved before turning to Kyotani.

"You ready?" He asked, reaching for her hand. Y/n nods and takes it with her own, they then walked their way back home. "You were awesome out there Ken." Y/n says as she snuggles into his arm. "Was I?" Kyotani's cheeks heat up. "Yeah, you were intense before, but during that game, you were something completely different. You were...you were just so amazing! I can't wait for the next game." Y/n says happily. Kyotani grinned, he really liked that Y/n was warming up to volleyball. Even gaining the same love he had for it since he was a kid.

It just made his love for her grow even more. "Y/n?" Y/n looked up at him with a hum. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on her own. It didn't take her long to relax into the kiss and return it. She sighed breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She felt Kyotani's arms snake around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. The two pulled apart, needing air, before locking eyes with each other.

All that the two could ponder in this very moment was, 'how did I get so lucky?'. Kyotani reached up and moved a stray lock of hair from her face, then gently strokes her cheek. "I love you so much Y/n." He speaks softly. Y/n smiled and leaned into his touch. "I love you too Ken, so very, very much." The two stayed in each other's embrace for a bit longer before continuing on their way, hand in hand.

It was strange, at first glance, you would wonder why Y/n would want to be with someone like Kyotani. He could come across as just another cruel delinquent, but underneath all that was a misunderstood,  kind, and gentle person that Y/n loved with all her heart. She couldn't have asked for anyone better, and it was the same for Kyotani. He never thought anyone could love him for who he was, and yet, here Y/n was. Willing to love him with everything she had. He would make sure to never forget the kindness she had shown him, and the love that she held only for him.

He would make sure to care for her, and love her like it was his final days. He would never let her slip away so easy.

And to think, all this started...with a growl...

The End

Eight years had gone by since that day, and every since then, Y/n and Kyotani had stayed together, their relationship as strong as it was since they first started dating. Their love for volleyball had never went away, as Kyotani was now  a V. League Division 2 player. He played on a team called the Sendai Frogs. Y/n, while not a manager anymore, worked her dream job as a (career/occupation). Still she would always go to his games and cheer him on, he started to call her his own personal cheerleader.

Many changes had occurred in their life, they graduated high school, got jobs, their own home, and now, Y/n and Kyotani were expecting a new addition to their little family. It wouldn't be long now before the bundle of joy would arrive, less than a month in fact. It was quite the shock when they both found out that they would be having not one, but two babies. Twins, one girl and one boy.

And of course when Oikawa found out, he was more than excited. Too excited. Like he was the one having the baby. He chipped in and bought all sorts of baby clothes, mountains of diapers, and two very expensive cribs for the babies. Iwaizumi had to take charge and hold onto his idiotic husband's credit card for a while. He was going to cause them to go broke all on baby items! Don't get him wrong, he was more than happy for Y/n and Kyotani, and couldn't wait to meet the babies when they arrived. But seriously, Oikawa was going to cause them to go bankrupted.

Another bittersweet change was that Killer, Kyotani's dog had passed away of old age two years ago. It left Kyotani devastated, he loved Killer, and he was gone. Y/n was just as sad, Killer was like family to them both. It just felt so empty without him around, so Y/n came up with an idea. She knew no dog could ever replace Killer, but she gifted Kyotani with a Shiba puppy on his birthday. When Kyotani started to cry, she figured she had done something wrong. But quite the opposite, Kyotani loved the new puppy. He even named him Killer Jr.

So life was pretty good. Kyotani and Y/n were still happy and in love, expecting twins, and had a loyal companion. What more could they ask for?

Kyotani held Y/n in his arms, gently stroking her pregnant belly, chuckling whenever he would feel his children kick at him. Killer Jr. was laying across her legs, staying alert for anyone who would try and harm his owners. Y/n looked up at her husband, his eyes were closed and a warm smile across his face. Her eyes trailed to the wall in front of them, above their TV was his old jersey from back in high school. Number 16. His number, proudly displayed for all to see.

On the TV stand were pictures of Y/n and Kyotani from over the years. When they graduated, when they both got wasted at that collage party she dragged him to, when they first moved into their shared home. She figured there was room for one more. "Ken?" Y/n says softly, Kyotani hummed. "Can you grab the camera for me?" She asks. Kyotani sits up right. "Why?" He asked as he stood up from the couch. "I want to take a picture of us. You can never have too many happy memories."

Kyotani searched around for a bit before finding the camera. He hurried back over and snuggled up to Y/n again and handing her the camera. She raised it up high and kissed his cheek, Killer Jr. walked over and laid in Kyotani's lap. The camera clicked and flashed, Y/n pulled away and took a look at the picture. "Perfect." She smiled. Kyotani chuckled and pet Killer Jr.'s head. "Wanted to be in it too bud?" Killer Jr. barked and licked his hand.

"You're so photogenic buddy." Y/n giggled. "He should be a dog model-oh!" Y/n put her hand on her stomach. "That was uh...a big kick." Kyotani puts his hand on hers. "You ok?" He asked. "Yes, it was just-Ah! Ooookay...um...Ken? I think our babies want to be free." Kyotani's eyes widened. "N-now...?" Kyotani mutters. "Yep." Y/n nods. "Now!?" Kyotani exclaims. "Yes now Ken!" Y/n flinches at another harsh kick. Kyotani jumped up and quickly grabbed his keys.

He ran back over and helped Y/n up and got her out the door and into the car and rush to the hospital.

It was hectic at first, but after hours of labor the twins had finally made their way into the world. Y/n held her two babies close to her chest, even drenched in sweat and exhausted Kyotani still found her beautiful. His knees nearly gave in at the sight of her and his two children. He kneeled down next to the bed. "They're so...small." It was all he could say. Y/n smiled and kissed her babies' heads. "Yeah..."

The door to the room opened wide, no other than Oikawa himself strode in. "I came as soon as I heard!" Iwaizumi followed in after. "This is a hospital, tone it down!" He hissed. "Ohhh, let me see." Oikawa walked over to the other side of the bed. He teared up at the sight of them. "What are their names?" He asked. Y/n looked down at the girl. "This one is Yui." She looked down at the boy. "And this one is Ryu."

(Sorry if they're bad, I'm not creative when it comes to names.)

"They're so precious." Oikawa whines. Iwaizumi walks over with a smile. "Congrats you too. They're beautiful." Y/n and Kyotani thanks them before turning their attention back to their kids.

"Yui and Ryu...Welcome to the world."

Previous | Completed

#kyotani kentaro x reader #haikyuu kyotani kentaro #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani x reader #haikyuu kyoutani #kyotani kentaro #mad dog chan #haikyuu mad dog #mad dog #haikyuu x reader

[ravenadottir]

In Love Island UK, I watched 2 bombshells coming in as TWINS. I forgot which season it was though. Now I'm playing the stick or switch recoupling in S2 and everyone's talking about how similar MC was with Blake. And my imagination being so weird, what if it was MC's twin and not Blake? Like, they hate each other so MC never talked about her. They could be identical or fraternal. What do you think the scenario would be? 👀

SHEESH! my god, anon! why do i love this so much though!?!!

ok, so first things first, i think you’re talking about jess and eve, from season 6. i love how they go “we’re not gonna fight over a man” to then fighting over who’s gonna choose callum! lol

ok, in the scenario where mc’s partner switches to her sister?

THAT SISTER IS WICKED! that’s a lot of flavor for just one prompt ask! lol FUSEBOX SHOULD TAKE NOTES ON YOUR IDEA. i would pay gems to confront them, istg! a sister, cousin, friend. someone close coming in and stealing your partner? pff, i would love to see it.

i’mma use lucas for this one, if you don’t mind. and the sister being fraternal twin, the shock would be much bigger once they find out. ‘cause i reckon none of the boys would dare switching if they knew they’re related.

this is the prompt for a telenovela love island the game and it’s just so galaxy brain, i cannot with you, anon! ((i’m picturing all sorts of paola bracho memes in my head rn)) and take a shot every time the word 'evil' comes up 🥴

- mc’s eyes would go wide, filled with shock, anger, popping out of its sockets with the surprise

- the absolute silence because no one knows what the hell is going on, and the boys exchanging looks with the girls

- her sister’s stance is smug and defiant after they reach the firepit for the reveal

- as they stop, on the first step, holding hands, the boys are of course upset because lucas switched, but as they see your reaction, they’re puzzled

- the girls as well. shocked and a little disgusted, but still, because lucas switched to someone new

- mc opens her mouth but she can’t speak. not a word comes out and now, her fist closes on the side of her body

- the boys are ready to hold her back if they need to, and they mention getting up, especially bobby and gary

- her sister has one brow raised, waiting for her reaction with a grin, the most playful mc has ever seen

- mc’s mind goes blank and she moves towards them, immediately grunting

- the boys and girls move to stop her, bobby and gary almost not being able to

- the sister furrows her brows with am innocent and confused look, almost shrugging

- lucas moves in front of her, “i’m sorry, but i clicked with her. i couldn’t help it. i’m sorry you’re upset, and i’m sure you’ll want to talk to me about it...”

- mc’s focus is now on him, showing teeth, warm cheeks and neck, full-on red eyes, “that’s my sister, you c***.”

- everyone’s heads turn to look at the sister, SHOCKED. mouths hanging open, eyes wide, girls covering their mouths, boys moving to hold mc back, because she WILL attack her sister

- lucas “wait... what?” he turns to see the girl behind him, now noticing some similarites “whaaaa...” under his breath

- “you’re such a fucking c...” before mc can finish her sentence, noah stops her, taking her away from the firepit before she says something that could cost her place in the villa

- the girls immediately go to her rescue, no exception, even shannon who doesn’t even know her

- bobby and gary get water and alcohol for her, if she drinks

- lucas is terrified for being played like that during casa amor

- everything goes to shit when he arrives at the roof terrace to apologize. she almost flies from gary’s and bobby’s grip onto his neck

- “i didn’t know!”

- “i know, but you’re still a fucking idiot, you know that?!”

- lucas sleeps outside, the girl is in bed, alone, but doesnt give sign of moving outside or to the couch, because someone so evil wouldn’t just walk away. she would force her presence upon everyone

- the bright side might be the single boys want to cuddle mc that night, also in the daybeds, making lucas move to the roof terrace or the stretchers

- the next day is pure tension, everyone ignoring the girl, except for shannon, who’s gonna be the messenger between the og girls and the evil twin

- NOTHING ELSE IS TALKED ABOUT, except for mc’s wicked sister stealing her man. another perk i guess! no one is daring to discuss jakub or noah, or anything that isn’t mc’s situation

- the sister is not intimidated, changing clothes, putting makeup on in the same room, and despite lottie’s attempts of making her feel uncomfortable, she doesn’t give a shit, because well... she must be insanely mean

- the dumping ceremony arrives at night, and the sister is M-A-D that her sister can save lucas but she can’t stay

- when she’s dumped, she’s the one who almost gets to mc, but she’s escorted by the security from the villa

- she’s dumped and lucas proceeds to be traumatized, thinking five times before any decision he makes from now on

- the girls comfort mc, having a full pampering day in the dressing room, and a party comes on that night

- the producers reached out to her sister, because “rates would go off the charts” but she agreed because she - is - E-V-I-L.

#litg noah #litg gary #litg lucas #litg bobby #litg #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg s2 #litg season 2 #fusebox #fusebox games #queue #group asks

[sonnetthebard]

Sypaul getting ice cream?

You know that SAF Horror Movie post that was supposed to be headcanons and I wrote it into a oneshot instead? Yeah, I'm back at it. Look, there's nothing I love more than those two wholesome gay werewolves. Genre: Fluff/ Romance Words: 2054 TL;DR: Paul and Sybilus go out to get ice cream? Is it a date? Not officially. Could it be? Very possibly. TW: There's literally none. It's all wholesome. It’s just a lot of gay panic.  ________________________________________________________

Paul sighed, walking down the streets aimlessly. He was back in Connor Creek, just for a visit. He liked to visit as often as he could- especially around the full moon. It made things a *lot* easier on him. Because even if he hadn't gone full werewolf yet, he did still experience a lot of the struggles that came around that time of month. It was good to be around other wolves- especially Desmond. And of course with the silver reserves, most of the less-than-ideal urges that came up that time of month were kept at bay. The full moon happened to be in two days, so... here he was again.

He wasn't quite sure where he was going. He was just walking, a bit bored. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he pivoted... so quickly that he fell flat on his ass. Smooth, Paul. Even worse: It was Sybilus. Sybilus, the one person he didn't want to see anything like him flat on his ass. Paul had developped feelings for Syb. He had always though Syb was cool, but... he'd started to catch himself daydreaming. He was good looking, sweet, smart, and... god, he had the coolest name! Paul hadn't meant to fall so hard, but... damn. Both men blushed at the situation they found themselves in. Paul felt bad, reacting like that. He was a bit jumpy... especially with the full moon so soon. Sybilus offered him a hand gently, and Paul took it, standing up.

"T-terribly sorry to have startled you." Sybilus blushed. "I, um..."

"Nah, my bad." Paul chuckled softly. "I'm just jumpy."

"I only meant to say hello... and ask you if you had any t-time- ah! P-p-plans?" Sybilus bit his lip nervously.

"Well... hello." Paul smirked. "And no I don't. Why?"

"I-I was thinking p-p-perhaps we could go into town." Sybilus proposed. "Not this town... the r-real city. M-m-maybe get something to eat?"

"Oh... I actually just had lunch at the Dead Canary." Paul told him. Shit. What was he doing? He actually wanted to go out with Syb.

"We could get ice cream, then. For d-dessert." Sybilus offered.

"Oh yeah! I would be so down for that!" Paul grinned.

"I only say we go into town b-b-because... I-I was going to suggest ice cream anyways. W-w-we don't have a-any real i-i-icecream places here." Sybilus sighed, walking with Paul. They now knew where they were going. To his car. "I-I would start one myself, but I'm rather busy with my other work."

"Maybe I should move here and start one." Paul thought aloud.

"Oh, Paul... y-you've got a very important job." Sybilus shook his head. "We need people like you t-t-to keep sharing the important news with the world."

"Oh yeah, but... I could podcast from up here. Drive into the city to record when I need to..." Paul theorized.

"Well... if you wanted, we could live together." Sybilus offered. "I-I mean you could live a-at my house. You're welcome."

"You know, I'm genuinely considering this." Paul chuckled, climbing into the car. "This could be fun. And it makes sense for me to be here, right? Why just... keep visiting for full moons?"

"You make a v-v-valid point..." Sybilus considered.

"Are you actually cool with me crashing with you?" Paul checked. "Because like... it makes sense, with the two of us being wolves."

"O-of course." Sybilus assured him, starting the car. "And you're right."

"Well that settles it. I'm moving to Connor Creek, running an ice cream shop, and working on my podcast from here." Paul decided.

"M-maybe you should think it over a little bit m-m-more." Sybilus chuckled, driving down the road.

"Yeah, you're right." Paul chuckled nervously.

There was silence in the car for a bit. Neither Paul nor Sybilus knew what to say. Paul had honestly just kept talking about the ice cream shop because he didn't know where to stop. It was awkward, but not tense. Overwhelmingly, if either one had been paying attention, they would have noticed the romantic tension. Both were very evidently interested in each other. But they weren't even able to look at each other with nerves. Paul tapped his fingers nervously. God, now he’d committed to *living* with Syb. He was so nervous that he couldn’t look at the guy but apparently he was going to live with him now. God, he was an idiot. Paul rested his head on his hand, looking out the window. 

“So... have you any idea w-what season three of Wayward G-guide is going to look like?” Sybilus asked. 

“No clue. Lesly hasn’t even told Artie and I that we get to do it yet.” Paul chuckled. “Who knows who it’ll go to.”

“Oh.” Sybilus frowned. “But you and Artemis did so well with it!”

“Yeah. Lesly’s weird like that.” Paul sighed. “Last I heard he’s looking for siamese twins. Who are also podcast hosts.”

“Have y-you considered podcasting independently?” Sybilus suggested. 

“I mean... kinda.” Paul shrugged. “But like... I don’t know. There’s something about Wayward Guide specifically that I just... I loved it.”

“Do you know what in specific that s-s-something might have been?” Sybilus tried to help. 

“I... not really.” Paul admitted

“Could it have been the s-story you were t-t-t-telling and not the actual podcast itself?” Sybilus pointed out. 

“You know... you could be right.” Paul realized. 

“Well... m-m-maybe you could do a podcast on the h-history or Connor Creek while you’re here. S-s-set up a little studio. My office is always rather quuiet, so you could use that.” Sybilus suggested. “M-maybe you could do a podcast on p-paranormal and s-s-supernatural histories throughout our country!”

“You know, that would be really cool.” Paul agreed. “I’ll talk to Artie about it. You know, since... we’re a pair.”

“Oh, of course!” Sybilus nodded. 

“Yeah...” Paul bit his lip. He looked to his feet. “Hey, Syb, can I ask you a kinda weird question?”

“Of course.” Sybilus assured him. 

“Is there anyone in Connor Creek who’s LGBTQ+ other than Donny?” Paul asked. Oh god. What was he doing? Where was he going with that question. How was he going to play that off? He got an idea. “I mean... just in case APN wants to use that kind of information to celebrate during Pride month.”

“Well... let’s see...” Sybilus thought aloud. “I believe that C-Crispin and Odie Doty were seeing each other before Odie’s unf-fortunate demise. Madison once brought a girlfriend to town council. They’d met at a ‘S-Small Town Law Enforcement Summit’. I always wondered what happened t-to that girlfirend- she was l-l-lovely. And, erm... I’m gay.”

“You are?” Paul started to beam. He caught himself too late, a blushing mess. Goddamnit he was giving himself away!

“Erm... yes.” Sybilus blushed. “I-I’ve never technically come out... no one really d-does in Connor Creek. You just sort of show up with a p-p-partner or two and everyone knows.”

“Huh.” Paul hummed. “I’m bi.”

“Oh.” Sybilus nodded. Paul nearly groaned at what he’d just said. He was real smooth, wasn’t he? Both drove in silence again for a moment. Sybilus pulled into a driveway. “We’re here! T-this is the ice cream shop.”

“So I can get the scoop on my competition.” Paul smirked. 

Internally, he was killing himself. Why was literally everything he was doing and saying to this man today the cringiest, most embarassing stuff in his playbook? Seriously. As far as impressions went... he was not making a good one, and he was sure of it. Well at least Sybilus was gay. He had half of a chance. Maybe if he could just calm the fuck down (or whatever it was he needed to do to stop acting like a total dumabss) he could talk Sybilus into getting dinner with him sometime... or maybe he would somehow manage to drive Syb away after he had made the first move. Paul froze. Oh god. Syb had made the first move.

“Are you okay?” Sybilus checked, already out of the car. 

“Hm? Oh, yeah!” Paul blushed, getting out. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be s-sorry.” Sybilus chuckled. “I get lost in my head sometimes too.”

“Right...” Paul sighed, walking into the ice cream shop with him. Even though it was a hot day, it was just the two of them and the teenage girl behind the counter. Sybilus walked up to the counter ahead of him, knowing how things worked there. 

“H-hello... I was h-hoping- ah! liking- ah! I-I would like two d-double scoop waffle cones please.” Sybilus stammered out. 

“Sure thing.” The perky sales attendant smiled knowingly. “What are the flavours on those scoops?”

“Y-you go first.” Sybilus blushed, looking at his feet. 

“Um... I’ll take one scoop rocky road, one scoop chocolate chip cookie dough.” Paul told her. 

She got to work scooping that. And that’s when Paul found himself doing somethign far too quickly to stop himself: he patted Sybilus’ back to comfort him. He could see how distressed the werewolf was, and... he felt bad. He shouldn’t have to be ashamed of his impediment. Both men blushed, looking to the floor. The tension was high. Paul was frozen, unsure of whether to own his actions or... retreat as fast as was humanly possible. But... he decided to own it, going further and rubbing his friend’s back. Sybilus was blushing even harder. Oh god. Had that been too much. He thought so until... a small smile creeped onto the werewolf’s face. Paul smiled back softly. What in the actual hell was going on with those two?

“Alright, here you go hon.” The attendant smirked, passing an ice cream to Paul. She turned to Sybilus. “What about you, sweetie?”

“One b-birthday cake and one cotton candy.” Sybilus told her. She scooped those two fairly easily. 

“Those ones are always so soft.” She told him, still smiling brightly. She handed him the cone. “Here you go.”

“H-how much d-do I owe you?” Sybilus asked, reaching into his pocket. 

“Those are on the house guys. Happy Pride.” The ice cream scooper winked. 

Both Sybilus and Paul blushed, looking at each other. They seemed to be silently asking each other if they let the girl do that for them. Paul shrugged as if to say ‘why no?’, and they both looked back to her. Paul smiled softly. 

“Thank you.” He sighed, taking Sybilus’ hand and walking back outside the shop. There was a little table out there, and he sat them down at that. 

“Well...” Sybilus chuckled nervoulsy. 

“Yeah.” Paul blushed, chuckling with him. 

“I suppose it would be appropriate to wish you a happy pride...” Sybilus smiled shyly at Paul. “I-I... suppose we’d make a handsome couple- o-or at least she thought so.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong...” Paul shrugged, before freezing. Him and Sybilus just stared at each other for a second, and Paul immediately felt guilty. “I am so sorry if that made you uncomfortable, it just-”

“I agree.” Sybilus cut him off. Both just stared at each other, a look of mutual realization hit them. 

“So, um... maybe she wasn’t so wrong then.” Paul tested. “Thinking we were a couple...”

“M-maybe she wasn’t.” Sybilus sighed. There was a pause. 

“So... is this a date?” Paul checked. 

“I-if you would like it to be.” Sybilus bit his lip. 

“Yeah... I think that would be great.” Paul smiled softly. 

“I-I know of a walking trail nearby i-if you would like to go- ah! W-walk for a bit.” Sybilus offered. 

“I’d love that.” Paul beamed. 

And so the two men got up and started down the road, still eating their ice creams as they went along. Paul hesitantly reached out and grabbed Sybilus’ hand, squeezing it. Sybilus blushed, looking over and him ans smiling softly, squeezing back. Paul supposed now that he had a boyfriend he’d probably have to come out to Artemis... if she didn’t already know. He was like 99% sure she was a lesbian though, so he should be fine. Twinsense... he supposed it made them both gay. He was pretty sure that he couldn’t be any happier than he was in that moment. And he was pretty sure Syb felt the same way. It must be the pride month magic, bringing them together- or maybe it was always meant to be this way. Who knows? Paul was just excited for the journey.

#sypaul #wayward guide #tcb #tin can bros #wayward guide for the untrained eye #sybilus silver ii #paul schue horyn #gay #pride #oneshot #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #tcb fanfic #send more requests!

[thepeachgreentea]

this got Real Long Real Quick...

I wanna know more about Luka's soul song gift - like how much do emotions or personality play into it? ((I’m going with a lot)) Does it only work in person?? Or can he get like snippets from videos or vibes from pictures? Like it would make sense if it was only in person...... But where's the fun I'm that? Realistically it wouldn't be as strong as in person but I could see him getting some stuff. Pictures it probably wouldn't be a lot, or even much of anything, unless the soul song really didn't match the picture...

Which means Luka is one of the first people to realize something is Up with Adrien (and the Agrestes in general)

The ads around the city never felt right, never matched up with the snippets/vibes he was able to get - unless Adrien was supposed to be sad or melancholy. Which is... yikes...

Then the Adrien The Fragrance commercial happens. And that's an additional big Fucking Yikes

Like I can only imagine that Adrien isn't particularly big on modelling in general from what we've seen (with the Marinette-exception) so the filming of that could have only been Worse than normal. How many times did it take to get the emotions at the ‘right’ level? How long did it take to get the angles and all the action done?

Anyway: after the first time Luka literally cannot stomach watching it or even listening to it because it is so Wrong. The soul song snippets from the video are longer and more intense and it is just so discordant that Luka can't deal

Adrien is most certainly NOT feeling carefree. Or radiant. Or remotely dreamy. He's goddamn exhausted, frustrated, resigned, depressed, sweaty, anxious, awkward, stressed. It is a whole stew of (teen) angst offset with that upbeat music and the bright blue sky & all that w h i t e and the jumping for joy

It is such a strong dichotomy Luka has a visceral reaction every time and has to either leave the room or mute it and look away,

All of that means that after he meets Adrien in person, and gets to hear his soul song in a couple different situations and can see his emotions matching internally and externally he basically tells him they will always have space for him on the Liberty. (Also the first time he saw the LB + CN movie and heard Adrien's voice acting he only picked up some nerves - easily attributed to a new situation rather than a secret identity - but he was clearly enjoying himself even if it was a terrible script)

Therefore, Luka doesn't have particularly good feelings towards Gabriel, even before seeing any videos of him.

Style Queen was a Time. He was happy for Adrien but the bits he was getting from Gabriel were so rigid and tight... And rather selfish to boot. Which was weird given the situation

He has to try very very hard to not sneer or snarl at the tablet he first "meets" him on - probably at a Kitty Section practice or concert or at some class + family event.

I can also v easily picture him meeting him in person and being super uncomfortable at the sheer amount of manipulation and self-aggrandizing, selfishness, etc that rolls off of Gabriel, basically choking out his soul song. Either Lula barely refrains from punching Gabriel and manages to shake his hand but then desperately needs to clean his hands. Orrrr he does punch him and then basically coats his hands in sanitizer (either way he is Nino’s absolute favorite person for this alone)

Also, this would not be the first time Luka has figured out an abusive situation. It has happened with both his own and Juleka's friends & classmates. He is v much a protective older brother at heart

And because I damn well can have some Lila salt, some of which has been touched on before, unlike with Gabriel:

He had heard about her from Juleka and Kitty Section and was a bit confused about it but it wasn't until Rose was over and the girls were telling him about some of Lila's stories that he saw a picture of her.

And that was The Strongest he had ever reacted to a picture before: instant chills up his spine and an actual hiss escaped him

All 3 of them are shocked. Luka then has to explain that reaction as best as he can. Which is hard when you aren't great at words and while the soul song fragments are rather clear he would never make his guitar suffer trying to recreate them.

He manages tho and Julerose are at least wary of her afterwards. They start observing her more and a lot of her behavior and the way she talks can be very off-putting. They start noticing some of the digs that she makes at others, that she contradicts herself 5 different ways, and how she is constantly bringing the attention back to herself.

During all this they start noticing how both Marinette and Adrien react to her and it is Not Good. Mari gets defensive and will often try to bring up those contradictions that they started noticing. But jealousy is only a minor factor, at most. In certain situations it is possible that it could be involved... except those only happen when Adrien is looking very uncomfortable and Marinette notices or they make eye contact and then Marinette creates an opportunity for him to escape

Which is something that no one else is noticing which is really terrible and unhealthy...

Around this time is when Ivan has started to figure out something is up. and then he definitely knows when Julerose show Luka a video at a private band practice.

Because video and in person interactions make the BadBadBAD feelings worse and Ivan, while he often struggles with understanding & expressing emotions, has definitely noticed Lila - even though she is not actually there - causes a lot of stress and anxiety to Luka and he has gotten really good at methods of lessening those.

So, Luka sees the video with/of Lila and has an even stronger reaction than the picture before. His eyes get huge, and his face pales (gets slightly sickly?), and he hisses even stronger than the first time

He refuses to try to play her soul song because something like that is nearly impossible to recreate but also doesn’t need to be put out into the world but does his best to try and describe it

Possible: her soul song feels like it is drowning in toxic sludge - there is just so much negativeness that it is barely intelligible. It is being smothered by self-satisfaction and importance, narcissism, aggressive manipulation, pettiness, vile maliciousness, etc

In person interactions are awful. Luka avoids physical interaction as much as possible. Even more than he would with Gabriel, and he wants as little to do with that man as possible, ideally none. But Lila is worse...

There have been multiple times that he has had to step out/away to be able to get some fresh air and breathe again. At least once where he has been or almost has been sick - usually following a hug that he did not consent to or something similar

Ivan is definitely in the fold now, and Julerose share what they have noticed from taking their step back. He realizes he has noticed a lot of those same things but he wasn’t analyzing them and didn’t have the same context for them at the time that Luka, Juleka, and Rose did. But afterwards he picks up on them more clearly, and some other things they hadn’t - benefits of being one of the quiet kids (and a lesser target of Lila’s focus). He is part of the driving force in bringing Marinette and Adrien in first before going to others.

Marinette breaks down because more people believe her?? and support her and Adrien? it is a huge relief of tension. And she didn’t even have to convince them herself!! what a concept... but it is definitely a safe space for her and she can share her own experiences and that certainly is nice

they had all suspected Something was Up but weren’t expecting that so there are lots of hugs and tears and support and mutters of payback 

Adrien eventually cries because Kitty Section + Marinette give him a TedTalk about consent and personal autonomy. And now he has so many people (!!!) telling him he can say no and make his own choices, mistakes, and decisions. (Marinette’s part is largely “I told you so / do you believe us now?” because the Dupain-Chengs have probably already given this same talk as a family but that is just A family’s opinion, others probably think differently) And this is the first time he really truly believes it and... oooof there are a lot of emotions and interactions to unpack and reconsider

but now he knows he really needs to and that he can and should which is new, but so is having an actual support system...

Thus, Luka is ready to fight a bitch the first time he sees Lila and Adrien interacting. There is so much clinging and touching, and Adrien is panicking and no one is doing anything or is being waved off. And (unfortunately) this is one of the things that causes some people to start questioning things about Lila. Because most of them know of Luka as a really chill, laid-back guy who is open and accepting of people. and besides he has no reason to be jealous (((👀👀👀👀 too much to think about and unpack t h e r e))) so why would he be upset about Lila leaning on Adrien and holding his arm??

So, the questioning of Lila and what she says spreads out from Kitty Section and Adrinette to the rest of the class. They take a different approach. They slowly, carefully approach their classmates and take them aside when possible to talk about the situation

This allows them to be able to get their undivided attention and lay out what they have found out in a logical and cohesive manner, rather than attempting something rash or in the heat of the moment. Marinette grumbled about this method initially but when there were actual results and the burden was shared it was a huge relief for her.

In fact, others start coming to them about Lila.

because of the work of Kitty Section and Adrinette Lila’s audience has been steadily decreasing and it is getting easier to notice things. With a smaller audience the focus doesn’t get split as much and there are less questions for her to build off of or go on tangents from and the contradictions start standing out more, or she’s making more to try and keep them around her by holding their interest with different details

Plus, the comments about those outside Her Circle are getting meaner and more frequent. Usually they are still sneaky or underhanded but nowhere near as subtle as they were originally (were they ever, really?) and it is raising suspicions and hackles.

Eventually, Lila is left without an audience because the class has all been brought out of the cloud of manipulation and are working on trust and listening to each other more/better. and on how to not disregard other’s feelings (which is esp important with the high butterfly population in Paris, but is a v good life lesson in general). they are young and will make mistakes and will have to learn from them. but trials, growth, and change are all part of life so it is good for them.

But it essentially all stems from Luka and his ability to hear soul songs and reacting to those songs, or the lack thereof when they are being choked by evil intentions/emotions/actions/what have you

#gorizilla did happen before captain hardrock so it w o r k s #ml #luka #miracuclass #i write sometimes #idk what this is #is it a character study? #is it a headcanon? #or is it a fic outline? #who knows i certainly dont #it could be lukadrien but that wasnt the intention #mostly just luka being a caring protective older bro to people he cares about #ml salt? #at the very least: #gabriel salt #lila salt #i had to rewrite s o m u c h of the lila section because my draft didnt save #so therefore: tumblr salt #someone else analyze luka and kagami interactions in this context #i would but im tired #definitely would have some parallels with adrien... #but how many? #long post #i think this resulted in empath Luka? #or something close #empath!Luka #this is a mess but I am releasing it out into the wild

[drabbles-of-writing]

Beta lumity seems like it’d be slowburn but imagine that last little arc before they get together getting switched to a fucking speed run

Like some girl (uuuuhhhh food fanfic vampire girl maybe? I miss her) notices their Weird Tension™️ but sees that none of them are doing anything about it n she thinks luz is v attractive so she decides to shoot her shot somehow

(“Sorry blight, I’m busy tonight! I got a fight and a date all in one hahahaha”)

so it’s amity’s descent into madness/jealousy until she snaps

Bold of you to assume Amity isn’t jealous in general bc she’s protective and clingy. Fear of abandonment hits like a truck don’t it.

But yeah it’d be a speed run. But it’d be the type of speed run where....like after the first kith both of them are internally screaming and debating what to do. They don’t talk about labels at all yet so it eventually divulges to the point where Eda opens up one of those tiny ass closest n their just making out in there n she slowly shuts the door and just. walks away.

Skara is the one in charge of all the bets n Willow knows something is up and desperately wants Boscha to lose the bet bc she’s petty and tells Skara to try and convince her to place her bet down for something ridiculous bc shit is about to go D O W N.

#asks #beta au #the owl house #toh #lumity #beta amity #beta luz #luz noceda #luz #amity blight #amity #willow park #willow #skara #boscha #eda

[marril96]

Ain’t Nothing But a Number

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Dean’s unsolicited comment about your and Rowena’s relationship pushes you over the edge.

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian

*****

"Y/N, isn't…" Dean cleared his throat. Sucked in a breath, eyes roaming everywhere, far away from you. Then, in a moment of courage that made you freeze up for you knew — you knew, and, gods, you hated it. You hated it with your entire being — what was to come, they locked with yours, and he said, "Isn't she a bit too old for you?"

You supposed you shouldn't have been surprised. Dean had never been Rowena's biggest fan. He hadn't been yours, either — you being a witch, her protégé at that, didn't win you any favors. But still.

But still.

With Rowena's friendship with Sam, you thought the elder Winchester would be fonder of her. Just a tad. A teeny-tiny bit. That he would stop with the snide comments and start treating her — any, by extension, you — like a person.

Which he had, for a while, but now he was looking at her as if she'd just murdered an innocent person right in front of him and wiped her bloody hands on his shirt. All because you'd admitted to having recently started dating her.

Sam, for his part, had the decency to look uncomfortable by his brother's behavior. He'd reacted to the news well, breaking out a smile and congratulating you both. Heartily. Honestly. From the bottom of his heart.

Dean, on the other hand, had gone quiet.

If only he'd stayed quiet.

You'd learned a long time ago people who had nothing good to say had no qualms about saying it out loud and directly to your face. It was the same everywhere you went, with everyone you came across. Comments that, at first glance, came across as those of kindness, but the more you thought about them, you'd come to realize it was nothing but condescension masked as concern. Inappropriate, uncomfortable comments. Unacceptable. Out of line.

Comments about your relationship.

You were no fool; you knew what it looked like from the outside. An almost-four-hundred-year-old witch and a young girl. The witch who'd spent the majority of her life taking advantage of people, using them up until they were dry of whatever it was she needed and then tossing them aside like trash. Killing them without a shred of remorse. And now she was dating you.

Rowena had fully earned her reputation, a part of her still beaming with pride at her accomplishments, but it still wasn't okay. Neither of you needed advice, especially the unsolicited kind. No one knew what your relationship was like but the two of you. None of those people lived in your house, slept in your bed. What gave them the right to judge something they didn't — couldn't possibly — understand?

Worse than the comments were the looks that followed them. Pity. Doubt. Disgust. Minds no doubt imagining things — pictures — they had no right to think about. It always made you feel dirty, the way they would look at you; as if you were a child being taken advantage of by an older woman. A middle schooler seduced by her teacher, promised the world in exchange for intimacy.

That was all they saw. An old woman and a child. An abuser and a victim.

Not a single one of those busybodies stopped to consider your feelings and needs. Not a single one of them tried to look at you as you were — a woman, fully grown, capable of making her own decisions. A woman who'd chosen her path, who had fallen in love with one of the most powerful witches in the world and was lucky enough as to have her feelings returned. Who was raging — silently, inside herself — at every unwanted comment and sideways glance.

You glared at Dean with the intensity of a thousand suns, and it took willpower to push your bursting magic down, to restrain it for all it wanted was to roam free and destroy everything in its path. Destroy him for being just like everyone else despite everything he'd seen, everything he'd lived.

"Why the fuck do you care?" It came out harsher than it sounded in your head, but, gods, it felt good to say it, to let it out.

You were done keeping quiet.

You were done letting outsiders have an opinion about your relationship.

Dean flinched, startled by the outburst. He raised his hands in a placating manner. "I don't—"

"Why the fuck does anyone care?" you cut him off, face burning, magic churning in your blood. "Is there a sign on my forehead saying 'I Wanna Hear Your Opinions About My Relationship?'"

"Y/N—" Sam tried, to no avail. There were too many suppressed emotions. Too many words that begged to be left out, refusing to be silenced again.

"What is it with people who think I care about what they think? It's my relationship! I'm the one dating her!"

You were the one holding her when she needed comfort. You were the one making her laugh. The one kissing her just for the fun of it, because you felt like it, because you could — finally, after years of dreaming of it. The one holding her hand, playing with her hair, calling her cute names she would kill anyone else for daring to utter in her presence.

Rowena had chosen you, and you couldn't have been happier about it.

"I'm a grown woman!" you yelled. "Stop treating me like a fucking child! What I do is none of your business."

Who I fuck is none of your business.

You'd said the same to your family, and to all the friends who turned their noses up upon finding out about you and Rowena. You were an adult. They had a right to their opinions, and you had a right to not hear them. They didn't have to like your decision — all you asked was that they respect it.

If they cared — truly, genuinely cared — about you, they would.

Dean sighed. Gulped. Cleared his throat. "I wasn't—I didn't mean it like that."

No one ever meant it. Whatever it was they said, however uncomfortable they looked as the revelation of you and Rowena set in, they never meant it. Not a single word, spoken clearly, was ever as it sounded. No — you were exaggerating. You were making up drama where there wasn't any. Causing trouble because, well, you were young, too young to know better.

Too young to date a woman over three centuries your senior.

Right.

You shot Dean one of those looks that could kill if you wanted it to, stolen from Rowena. A glare so intense, you hoped it came across as intimidating as intended. "Then don't say it like that."

"I'm not gonna say anything anymore," he said, taking a swig of his beer.

"That's a first," Rowena quipped.

The hunter rolled his eyes.

Tension lifted from your shoulders. Muscles, taut and tight just a moment ago, free of the pressure. You breathed out in relief.

The worst had passed. The secret was out, words were exchanged, and now you could be at peace. You and Rowena no longer had to hide your linked hands. You no longer had to pull apart and pretend nothing had happened if someone were to walk in on an intimate moment.

You could be yourselves.

You could smile and laugh and be happy in this world rather than hide in its fringes.

The day passed in relative silence. As you and Rowena worked on research, flipping through dusty books and skimming words in faded ink, you caught the Winchesters sneaking a few glances, all averted the moment either of you looked up. It was more curiosity than disapproval; it wasn't always that their allies hooked up — and took it seriously, at that. It wasn't always that Rowena MacLeod, of all people, held someone's hand and laughed at their bad jokes.

It was new. It was weird. And, despite the initial shock, by the end of the day Dean seemed completely on board with it.

You were glad. Finally, you could breathe easily, without fearing judgment. Without fearing the next dirty look or wicked whispers the moment you turned your back.

Yes, Rowena was significantly older. No, she wasn't too old for you. She wasn't too evil, or too unreliable, or too cold-hearted to know what love, true love, was.

She was just perfect.

And you loved her for it.

*****

Tags: @werewolfbarbie @oswinthestrange @songofthecagedmoose @apurdyfulmind @getthesalt-sam @metallihca @salembitchtrials @jay-eris @hellsmother @elizabeth-effie @shadowgirl-vsb @rowenaswife @wonderifshelikesroses @xfireandsin @liddell-alien @hotdiggitydammit @lae-lae @darkhumorsblog @angel7376 @cherrypierowena @evil-regal-vampiress @hellbentredhead @angel-e-v-a @a-queen-and-her-throne @carryon-doctor-lock @fangirlxwritesx67 @theeasterbilby @midnight-lestrange @osterhagen @impala-1979​ @gracib16​

#rowena #rowena macleod #spn #supernatural #spn family #rowena x reader #my fics #fanfiction

[blainesebastian]

Thoughts on episode 4x05 of GG? I really liked the episode, especially the parts with the girls and Mick! Would love to hear what you thought of it!

ANON HELLO <3

first of all, ty whoever you are for always wanting to know my opinion on gg. means a lot. second of all, sorry this is so damn late i just watched the episode bc who watches things when they air anymore??? (actually, that’s probably everyone other than me lol oops) thoughts under the cut

in general, loved the episode. i really like the direction we’re going in this season, so far, none of the storylines seem overly boring or ‘repeating’ as some shows tend to do when they get past the second season. the only thing i really didn’t like about the season in general so far was ben being mean to annie (cause she’s my gIRL <3) but i mean, that even feels like that’s being resolved so. one can only hope :3 

i really enjoyed the wire scene. i can’t quite tell the drama surrounding it even though i knew there was some (???) on my dash about it. i thought it the sexual tension was there and poigNANT and not too overly done and felt v organic (manny has a wonderful job with conveying so much with his face, his eyes, so i thought it was excellent all round) 

i continue to feel for annie and just want someone to wrap her in a blanket and kiss her forehead

i also loved, loved mick with the girls. him and the baby in general was great--i love how he continues to kinda surprise us, they’re giving him layers which is awesome. also his dry humor is unparalleled

stan and ruby continue to have the healthiest relationship out of any couple on the show and we stan them for that 

  idk if this is just me or who knows what’s going on but dean has become increasingly less irritating to me this season and i almost kind of enjoy his storyline???? weird flex but ok, might be somethin in my water

i am the tiniest bit annoyed that rio ain’t picking up on beth’s shiftiness. i feel like he has a good read on people--he’s always seemed very observational so...i am hoping he really isn’t selling into this whole ‘i am gullible’ kind of vibe he’s giving off. i love the idea of tension, of rio knowing what beth is up to but never giving anything away. but who knows 

really invested in this push and pull between rio and beth, where it seems like they’re not on the same page (but aren’t they?) and how neither might know what the other is up to (but do they really?). the dynamic is very interesting thus far. 

also very excited to see rio’s background story unfold-- i feel like i’ve been building that up in my head ever since i wrote PWIRB so, i’m interested to see what it’s really like, who his boss is (i saw it might be a brother? i don’t pay too much attention to dash talk / spoilers) but i’m sUPER into it all. 

overall, loved the episode :) i haven’t been keeping my hopes up bc i like to be pleasantly surprised instead of disappointed. so this season has been that for me so far! thanks for asking anon <3 means a lot! 

#q and a #brio #good girls nbc

[nereol]

Cyberpunk 2077 Prompt Event (29/30)

As usual you can read this on AO3.

Daily Prompt: April 29 - dialogue -“You might be surprised by what you can live through.”

Technical Prompt: none

I'll Fly Away spoilers and original dialogues. So, Mitch. That's the 10th pairing I wrote for this event (even so this is not romantic). I won't finish all 30 days, but I definitely achieved the goal of writing as many pairings as possible. Mitch's just a nice guy, I guess he'd be an amazing friend!

Guilt, Grief/Mouring, Hurt/Comfort

Mitch looks up at Val, who's standing a few steps away looking at the fresh graves. "Do you know what it's like to lose your best friend?" Val turns to him, but looks at him only for a brief moment. "Mhmm." She swallows and looks down at her boots. "Name was Jackie."

"Uh-huh." Mitch scratches the back of his head. "How'd he go?" "Like everyone goes in Night City." Her voice is tense, and she looks back to the graves, arms folded in front of her chest.

Shit, he shouldn't have asked her. She clearly doesn't want to talk about it. "Anyway, come on, city girl." Mitch says as casually as possible as he stands up from the rock and crosses his arms. "Help me out with somethin'."

~~~

"Mitch - why me?" Val stands with her arms resting on the concrete barrier and looks into the distance. "Why'd you ask me for help?" Mitch, back against the barricade, looks over at her. "Eh, you seem like a good egg." "I'm serious." She turns her head and looks at him questioningly.

"I don't know, I uh..." He avoids her gaze. "I guess the fact that I'm still here to send him off right - that's thanks to you." Mitch takes a sip of beer and Val shakes her head. Then Mitch continues. "Your paths crossed. Just for a moment... but damn, was it the right one."

"Thanks, but you're wrong." Val says firmly, looking into the distance again. Mitch looks at her from the side. "If our paths wouldn't have crossed, he would be alive." Val adds before taking a sip from her beer bottle.

"What are ya talking 'bout?" Mitch shakes his head. "Talkin' 'bout the truth. Without me... Scorpion would be alive..." She swallows before adding in a weak voice, "...as well as Jackie."

Mitch pushes away from the barrier, places his empty can on the table, and turns to face her. As he eyes her frowning, he sees tears falling down her cheeks. "Hey..." He takes a step closer and puts his cybernetic arm around her shoulders.

Val turns her head away from him so he doesn't see her face. But she doesn't try to shake him off, which Mitch takes as a good sign. "Don't know 'bout Jackie, but I definitely don't blame you for Scorpion."

Val snorts, tears still falling down her cheeks. "Well, you should." Her voice is weak and even though they were silent tears until just now, Mitch can sense her tension. She tries to hold back the sobs, breathing shallowly, teeth clenched.

Mitch takes the beer from her hands and sets the bottle down on the concrete barrier to his right. "C'here." And Mitch turns Val toward him to pull her into a hug. She doesn't return the hug, just stands there, her arms hanging down. But as before, she doesn't shake him off.

Mitch says nothing, just strokes her back with one hand as Val finally lets loose, puts her head on his chest and starts crying and sobbing. As she slowly calms down, Mitch releases the hug and takes a step back, both hands on her upper arms. Val avoids his gaze, looks down. "Sorry... I..."

"It's okay." Mitch eyes her. When he met her a week ago, she was full of energy and cheer. A smile, or to be more precise, a grin on the lips and a sparkle in the eyes. At the AV crash site... sure she was tense there. But now...

"You wanna talk 'bout Jackie?" "I...", Her voice cracks. "Don't know... maybe..." Val looks off into the distance again and turns sideways to lean back against the concrete barrier, and Mitch stands next to her.

Val takes a deep breath. "I almost said he was like a brother. But we made out a few times and it would be fucking weird to call him a brother then." She chuckles low, still crying, and Mitch smirks at her from the side. "But since I don't have any family, Jackie's the closest..." Her voice cracks again and Mitch puts his arm back around her.

"The AV... the guy I needed to talk to... the whole shit started the day Jackie died." Val pauses. She's probably thinking about what she should tell him. Mitch says nothing, doesn't push her. "It's my fault. Without me..." She swallows hard. "I could have saved Jackie... and I could have saved Scorpion... and all the others..."

"Scorpion and the others... I don't blame you." Mitch squeezes her shoulders for a moment to emphasize what he's said. Val shakes her head and lowers her eyes. "Well, one of us, after all." She sobs again and Mitch strokes her back with his hand. "Shh."

"Now I feel bad... sorry." Val looks over at him briefly, but quickly drops her gaze again. "This was for you - for Scorpion and now you're comforting me." "It's okay. You helped me, I help you..." He offers her a small smile.

After a short pause Mitch asks, "Did you ever talk about it?" Val just shakes her head - he had expected that answer. "How long...?" Val interrupts him. "One month." The answer came so quickly, she knows exactly. "Exactly one month last night."

Mitch pulls her into a hug again. “Come on, V. Your a tough girl. You'll manage." This time Val returns his embrace, if only for a moment. "You might be surprised by what you can live through, if you just have someone to talk to about it." And as he pulls back, Mitch kisses her on the head.

---

One month wasn't planned. Just looked into my timeline and The Heist was May 1st and I planned I'll Fly Away for June 2nd. Coincidences...

#moxwrites2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #oc: val griffin #mitch anderson #aldecaldos #i'll fly away #prompt fill #prompt fic #fic

[kirishwima]

How about childhood-friends-to-lovers for V and Jumin? like they were super tight but then MC had to move away and then years later she joins RFA?

i’ve been saving this one for when i’d have the time to sit down and think of a nice story for them bc it’s such a great idea!! i hope you’ll like it :D since you mention a female MC, I’ll use she/her pronouns for this headcanons!

JUMIN:

* It was actually really funny how she met him-MC was at some boring party with her mom, wearing a fancy dress that made her back itchy, her hair tied into a braid that she wanted nothing more than to tug at and free this tension from her hair.

* Apparently some big-shot doctor was hosting a dinner party and invited MC’s family, as well as some other friends who all had children, and figured the kids could meet and become friends too.

* Well, MC didn’t want to be friends with these kids. They’re all big bullies and laughed at her dress the moment they saw her, so with a huff, she stormed out of the room, unnoticed by her mother as she was deep in a conversation with a group of flashy-looking adults, heading to the big gardens of the house they’d been invited to.

* There was a little artificial pond at the edge of the property, and MC could already see the koi fish swimming lazily in the water, their bright colours illuminated by soft warm lit lamps placed along the edges of the water.

* She also noticed something else-a small figure, right about her size, a boy with a black bob of hair whose back was turned to her.

* She didn’t mean to scare them-she simply was curious as to who this could be, and their hair, the closer she came to the kid the softer and nicer their hair looked, and she simply wanted to feel them for herself!

* Yet the moment she put her hand near the kid’s back, they flinched, taking notice of her presence and in their shock, moving away and falling straight into the pond.

* In an attempt to grab onto something and avoid falling, they grabbed onto the hem of MC’s dress, tugging her right along and into the cold pond water.

* She fell in with a splash, lucky that the water barely reached her knees-her dress however was soaked, her hair falling in front of her face as they’d come loose from her braid in the struggle.

* Yet none of that mattered. Not when she saw a pair of curious black eyes staring right at her, so big, so bright, it was like the moon itself came down and put the night sky into a pair of eyes.

* It was a boy, seemingly about her age, the one she’d tried to ruffle their hair. He was just as soaking wet as her, his shirt and tie a wet mess, his hair dripping droplets of dark pond water as he poked at it with a frown. He kept staring at MC, his frown deepening.

* “Didn’t adults tell you it’s rude to creep up on others?” he asked with a huff. MC gasped-why was this boy so rude?! 

* “Didn’t they tell you it’s not nice to tug at a girls’ dress?” she snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest.

* The boy rolled his eyes with a huff. Seriously, just what was his problem? “You were rude first.”

* MC frowned. Even though his words were rude, she just couldn’t bring herself to be truly mad at him. Instead she got up, pulling her dress into a crumpled heap to drain the water off of it. 

* The boy stuttered as she did, covering his eyes with his palms. “What are you doing?! You can’t just lift your dress up like that-put it back down!!” he yelled, his eyes tightly shut.

* MC snorted, dropping her dress back in place as she drained the final drops of water from it. She extended a hand to the boy with a lazy smirk. “You’re the one that tugged at it first. Anyway, it’s down now. You can look!”

* The boy hesitantly did, peeking between his fingers first before noticing her extended hand towards him, as he still sat in the dirty water.

* “I’m [insert name here]. It’s rude to talk for so long and not tell each other our names right?” she smiled deviously, and for a quick moment-the boy returned her smile, gone in an instant as his lips settled into a well-practiced thin line. He took a hold of her hand, tugging himself up from the water.

* “I’m Jumin Han, but you can call me Jumin” he started. For a moment he looked away sheepishly, tugging wet locks of hair away from his face. “...I’m sorry for dragging you into the water.”

* MC smiled. He was weird, definitely, and rude, but not like the other kids-he wasn’t mean to her, didn’t bully her about how she looked or acted-he was simply odd, unaccostumed maybe to interacting with people his age the way he did. “It’s okay Jumin, I’m sorry for scaring you. Your hair looked really fluffy and I tried to touch it, but I should’ve asked first.”

* “Oh” he said, blinking slow as he digested this new information. In turn, he extended a hand to MC, helping her out of the pond and onto solid ground, their clothes and hair still dripping wet, cooling by the evening summer air. “You can...you can touch it if you want. Although it’s not that soft” he shrugged.

* MC was flabbergasted. He’d let her touch his hair? Just like that?! She was so excited! With slow shaky movements, she raised her hand, approaching Jumin’s face-he expectantly let his eyes fall shut, his lashed posing dark shadows on his pink cheeks...

*...Yet before she could touch his hair, a scream interrupted them both, the sound of fast approaching footsteps seperating the two.

* “MC! What have you done, why are you all wet-oh no, why is Mr. Han’s son also like that?! What did you do to him?”

* MC immediatly noticed the change in Jumin’s expression as he saw her mom approaching them, a man who MC could only assume is Jumin’s dad quickly approaching. His face turned cold, so different from the soft blush and gentle expression he posed just moments ago-this was practiced, effortless as he shifted into an adult-like expression, softly bowing his head towards her mom.

* “I’m sorry ma’am, I fell into the pond and accidenatnly dragged your daughter along with me. I didn’t mean to and I take full responsibility.”

* MC wanted to argue, to say no! It was her fault, he shouldn’t be taking the blame for her, but one look from Jumin shushsed her-instead she bit her lip and nodded, guilt pooling quickly in her stomach. 

* It took little time for the adults to seperate them, her mom dragging her back indoors as she looked for their coats so they could go home and have her take a warm shower, as Jumin’s dad took a hold of Jumin’s hand, pullling him to the opossite direction and towards a waiting limousine at the gates of the house.

* They lost contact for a while-MC desperately tried to get her mom to take her along to every party she’d go to, hoping that Jumin would be there to so she could talk to him, thank him for covering for her, apologise for letting him take the blame-but her mom kept refusing, saying that these weren’t parties for kids to go to.

* Eventually though they met again-not by coincidence, no. None other than Mr. Han himself called her mom, saying that his son wouldn’t stop talking about the girl he fell in the pond with at that party, and how he wants to meet her again so he can apologise properly.

* “My, what good manners this boy has!” MC’s mother stated as she drove them to the meeting place, a fancy cafe upstate, but MC simply rolled her eyes, hiding her smile beneath her palm-she knew better. Jumin was just smart, not polite.

* When they met again, Jumin looked more poised, more refined-he was wearing a shirt and tie again, and even little dress pants, his hands resting in his pockets as he stood from their table to greet MC when she came through the cafe’s doors, his hair back to its proper fluffy state of being-MC wasted no time. She immediatly dashed to Jumin, tugging him in a hug as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

* “Jumin I’m so sorry I didn’t speak up last time, it was so unfair-I’m sorry!” she mumbled into his shoulder-Jumin was shocked, his hands hovering over MC’s back before he gingerly put them on her back, giving her a quick pat. 

* “I-It’s okay. Please let go of me?”

* She did with a sniffle, giggling when she took note of his reddened face, how he tried to play it cool by running a hand through his hair-a trick he definitely leanrt by watching TV actors do.

* This was how the two became fast friends-Jumin was hesitant at first, because even at that age, he associated women with something evil, devious-he didn’t believe that he could come to like spending time with any girl, and definitlely he’d never like them how his dad likes them-but MC was different. She was fierce but gentle, and she didn’t make him feel like any other girl did.

* Eventually the two drifted apart-not by choice, not really. Jumin’s dad’s company was exponentially growing, and he had to move away to a different city for his dads buisness.

* Before he left he met up with MC one last time, tried to calmly explain the situation to her. He couldn’t bear to see her tear-stained face as he told her he was moving, nor how she tried to hide her sobs beneath her palms. He had no right to do what he did next, but he knew he might never see her again-so he did it.

* He tugget her hands away from her face, gulping his embarassment down as he leaned close and kissed her.

* “This-this is my first kiss” he aditter to a visibly shocked MC, “and now you have it. So-so even if I go away, you now will always have something of mine. The next time I see you, you’ll have to give it back okay?!”

* And so the years passed. The little kids became adults, Jumin becme the head of C&R, and MC followed her own path-and yet by fate she’s here again, meeting Jumin in the RFA messenger, shocked at how her childhood friend, her first love grew into this man she sees before her.

* She wondered if Jumin remembered her-tried to hint at who she was in the messenger.

* He didn’t really know it was MC until the day she went to his penthouse-the moment he opened the door, the moment he saw her face-he knew exactly who she was. 

* They stared at one another for a long time, before Jumin smiled softly, taking a hold of her cheeks between his hands. He looked to her,  leaning close, his smirk evident in his voice.

* “I believe you owe me something? I don’t forget debts you know.”

* MC could do nothing else but laugh as she threw his hands around him, kissing him fiercly, finally returning what she owed him.

V/JIHYUN:

* How the two met as kids was actually lost to time.

* Their mothers were close friends, so her life always felt intertwined with Jihyun’s-MC remembers her mother’s visits to their house, how Jihyun would dash to the house’s front door whenever MC and her mom would arrive, tugging at his mom’s skirt and pointing to MC as she walked down from the gate to their front door.

* He’d greet her with such enthusiasm everytime they met, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to ever match it. He’d dash down the front porch, nearly tripping on the steps as he opened his arms wide to crash into her with a bone-breakingly tight hug, giggling beside her ear with glee that his beloved friend was here.

* They didn’t meet all that often, since Jihyun’s parents were seperated-he would honestly mainly stay with his mom when he knew MC would be coming over-but when they did they’d spend hours playing house together-she actually met Jumin too, one day when he visited Jihyun’s house whilst she was there, and dragged him along to play with them, despite his initial apprehension towards MC.

* Jihyun was always so sweet and patient with her-he was a few years older than MC was, so he took the role of the older one very seriously. He was the one who helped her learn how to ride a bicycle, lending her his own so she could learn. He was there when she fell and scraped her knee, her prince in shining armour-he leaned down on one knee as she stood there crying, cleaning her wound like his own mom taught him how, putting a rainbow band-aid on top, then giving her knee a kiss. “This will make it all better!” he said with a toothy smile, and MC believed him-how could she not? His eyes could never bear a lie in them, never.

* When his mother passed away, she was there at the funeral along with her family. She saw Jihyun standing there, looking down at the casket, holding back tears as he bit his lips tight, the first time she’d ever seen him this vulnerable-she immediatly broke away from her mother’s grip on her hand and dashed across the church’s courtyard and over to Jihyun, grabbing his face between her hands and staring firmly at his face, trying her best to hold her own tears back.

* “If you feel something, don’t try and push it away! If you want to cry, cry. It’s okay” she said with resolution, and in all honesty, Jihyun was past his breaking point-those words were more than enough to make his tears fall freely, his teeth chattering as he tried to swallow his sobs, and MC was there the whole way through-hugging him tight, letting her shoulder muffle his cries.

* After the funeral they drifted apart-Jihyun’s dad moved the two away, leaving MC behind. It hurt, knowing that it wasn’t only the miles between them that’d be growing, but their hearts too-after his mom’s passing Jihyun became distant, colder. He refused to talk about the incident that took his mom’s life, and if MC tried prodding, to help him understand his feelings, he’d push her away-the last time they met actually resulted in a fight.

* He visited MC’s house to let her know he’s moving, his face stoic, his gaze avoiding her face. She was shocked, her lips shaking as she prodded him for more details-where are you going? For how long? When will you be back?

* She tried to tug his shoulder, to make her look at him, but he moved a step back, his face seeming hurt almost-did he want to distance himself that badly? 

* “Jihyun-” she started, unable to hide her tears, “please stop being so mean to yourself-this isn’t what your mom would want!”

* At that Jihyun broke. His face a mix of hurt and anger, feelings he’d been bottling up breaking loose. “How would you know what my mom would want? Or what I want? You don’t know anything! Stop acting like you do!”

* His words took a vice grip around MC’s heart, shattering it to pieces.

* She couldn’t hide her tears at that, bringing her hands up to her face to wipe them away best as she could. It broke Jihyun to see her this way, to know he caused this-he made to reach out to her, to bring his hand to her face and comfort her, but he immediatly dropped it-he didn’t deserve to comfort her, not when he was the reason she was crying.

* He left silently, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. And just like that, Jihyun was gone from her life.

* When MC entered the RFA chatroom, she didn’t immediatly recognise V as Jihyun-the way he talked felt familiar, how he carried himself, something she couldn’t place. 

* She didn’t realise until she also saw Jumin in the chatroom and greeted him excitedly, asking how he’s been. When she asked how Jihyun was, Jumin had to explain that V was, in fact, Jihyun.

*MC was floored. In her time away from him, he’d gone through this much? Getting engaged, losing his fiancee, becoming the leader of this organisation?

* Jihyun soon also found out who MC is after contacting Seven and asking for the information he gathered on her from his background check-one look at her photo and he immediatly knew who this was. 

* He felt his stomach drop, his lungs fill with ice-cold fear as scenarios ran through his head. Why? Why MC? What was Rika doing?! Did she know how MC was linked to him?!

* He wasted no time in rushing to MC, knocking on the door of Rika’s apartment panting as he ran up the stairs.

* MC opened the door and there he was-her first heartbreak, in the flesh, his eyes wide, teary as he took her in, how she changed, how she looked to him with confusion and excitement and-and adoration.

* He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder as he took her in, she was here, he could feel her warmth, her scent-feelings he forgot, made himself to forget bursting in his chest, his own Pandora’s box snapping open.

* “I-I owe you an apology” he admitted after a moment, refusing to let go of MC-afraid that if he did she’d slip right through his fingers.

* MC simply shook her head, interlocking her fingers with Jihyun’s.

* “No V, no you don’t. I’ve forgiven you long, long ago.”

I got way too carried away with this and finding a way to work V’s story was hard, but boy was it fun :’) Hope you like it~ I’d happily write this into a fic tbh lol

-send me a scenario/headcanon for mystic messenger characters to react to!-

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger prompts #mysme headcanons #mysme V #mysme jumin #jumin han #jihyun kim #jumin x mc #jihyun x mc #v x mc #Anonymous

[ofmccnlight]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 / 𝚊.𝚔.𝚊  𝚖𝚘𝚣𝚣𝚒𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝  𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚛e 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚊𝚝 .

ft.  T H E  S L Y T H E R I N  S Q U A D .

i  was  gonna  just  put  the  boyses  and  pansy  in  there  for  classic  slytherin  squad  but  like  . . .  there’s  MORE  than  that  because  all  my  slytherin  connections  are  so  so  good  .  blaise  and  pansy  being  each  other’s  safe  haven  is  so  soft  .  blaise  being  a  weird  ,  flirty  older  brother/friend  w  astoria  .  lonnie  going  to  luna  for  creature  cuddles  .  there’s  such  a  difference  between  what  each  character’s  traditionally  ‘ slytherin ’  trait  is  and  that  absolutely  manifests  itself  in  how  they  interact  with  each  other  and  what  side  of  the  war  they  fall  on  .  anyways  ,  i  think  they’re  all fascinating  and  i  am  making  grabby  hands  at  every  single  one  of  them and  waiting  to  see  what  these  interactions  bring  . 

ft. T H E  G I R L  G A N G .

I  THREW  LUNA  IN  THERE  IGNORE  ME  PLS  .  anyways  ,  sam  and  i  talked  a  bunch  about  luna  and  aura  trying  to  go  make  friends  with  the  mermaids  at  great  personal  risk  to  themselves  and  to  everyone  else’s  panic  and  now  i  am  In  Love  with  this  little  group  .  catch  me  trying  to  slide  my  own  baby  in  there  cause  i  love  this  picture  of  interhouse  unity  with  girls  who  are  all  a  little  bit  unhinged  and  like  to  go  hang  out  with  the  squid  .  they  all  have  their  own  ,  separate  interest  but  are  still  indulgent  and  it’s  all  about  girls  supporting  girls  and  maybe  i  am  a  little  bit  in  love  with  each  of  them  .  maybe  .  none  of  you  can  stop  me  .

ft.  B L A I S E   &.  Z E P H Y R I N E .

we  haven’t  actually  gotten  to  interacting  with  them  ,  but  our  dms  made  me  feel  like  a  cartoon  villain  with  how  much  i  was  anticipating  these  guys  .  i  love  me  some  anastasia  and  dimitri vibes  .  i  love  two  people  from  very  different  backgrounds  going  head-to-head  at  a  game  they’re  both  very  skilled  at  ,  both  actors  in  distinctly  different  ways  ,  and  the  discrepancies  in  between  their  perspectives  spawning  all  kinds  of  tension  .  these  vibes ?  next  level  everyone say thank  u  daisy  <3  

ft.  T H E  S I L V E R  T R I O

so  perhaps  . . .  i  have  some  feelings  about  these  three  .  perhaps  i’ve  carried  these  feelings  since  i  first  read  the  seventh  book  .  perhaps  they  only  get  stronger  every  time  i  think  about  how  much  they  must  have  depended  on  each  other  in  that  last  year  .  and  how  different  they  all  are  from  each  other  and  how  they  clicked  anyways  .  and  how  the  war  breeded  different  hurts  and  different  ways  to  cope  in  each  of  them  .  perhaps  i  can’t  wait  to  see  what  nox  has  in  store  for  them  .  perhaps  .  but  that’s  a  secret . . . i’ll  never  tell .  XOXO ,  mozzie  shouldn’t  write  anything  after  1  am .

ft. E V E R Y O N E

if  you  think  for  one  second  that  i  am  not  going  to  try  to  get  my  grimy  little  goblin  mitts  on  all  of  your  characters  ,  you  are  incorrect  .  i  cannot  wait  to  throw  my  children  at  the  rest  of  you  for  connections  .  i  am  sitting  on  my  hands  at  all  times  to  stop  myself  from  bringing  another  character  so  soon  because  i  am  dying  to  collect  even  more  connections  and  dynamics  for  myself  ,  particular  with  all  the  lovely  older  characters  we  have  around  .  just  you  wait  .  i  will  get  to  know  every  character  and  then  my  adoration  for  this  group  will  only  continue  to  multiply  .

#nox.task #nox.graphics #snake tw #listen #i am a Rotten Cheat #only one of these are an actual pair and i dont know anything #head empty and i like it that way

[kiritella]

All We See [7]

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2.8k-ish (oops...)

Warnings: None, a drunk guy?  kinda cute and fluffy.

A/N: I hope I don’t disappoint with this one!  I will probably come back and change some things later...As always, my series masterlist is being a goof, so if you want past and future parts, go to my main masterlist.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

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Previously...

“Fine, just another kiss and I’ll go,” he says.

“Fine,” you mutter and lean in, but right as your lips are about to connect, he shifts and licks up your cheek causing you to screech and pull back and Bucky darts out of your reach, “Bucky!” you laugh and throw a pen at him as he dodges out of the way and runs to the door, “You’re so weird!”

“I’ll see you tonight, Doll,” he shouts as he exits and from down the hall.

You finish laughing as you wipe your cheek and smile fondly as you sit at your desk once again, “See you tonight, Soldier,” you mutter to yourself, excitement already bubbling in your chest.

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Now...

Nope.

Nu-uh.

Not that one.

Hell no.

Yes!....no…..

This has been your last half an hour, the clothes are starting to pile up on the bed as you sift through your garments, never quite finding the right one.  It is the process of elimination, at least, that is what this is supposed to be, but every outfit doesn’t quite match the idea you want to portray, or rather, the image that you want to show Bucky.  You haven’t tried to dress to impress in a long while, and even longer since you haven’t had to worry about hiding any bruises, something that still takes some getting used to.

It takes a little while longer, and now, it is almost 6:30.  So, with all your makeup done and hair set in soft, gentle curls, you slip on the clothes and look in the mirror.  The smooth, garnet red shirt straps over the shoulders with an open back that dips into a V, the front modestly concealing, and a pair of dark blue jeans that hug comfortably form around your body.  The black wedge heels give you a couple extra inches and a set of thin black bracelets cover your wrist while a few bobby pins hold the hair out of your face. The lightest bit of makeup highlights your skin while keeping its natural look, and you have to admit, you look good.  It isn’t too fancy and updone, but it’s definitely nicer than what you would usually wear, more...free.  And hopefully something Bucky will like…

With the last few minutes, you quickly pick up the clothes that have been tossed around and place the jewelry back in their box, attempting to ignore the nervous shaking of your hands.  It is a different kind of nervous than you are used to.  Instead of fear and submission, it bubbles into excitement and anticipation, and it makes itself even more known as you make your way to the common room to meet the others, the clock just hitting seven.  

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“Dammit, Bucky, stop fidgeting!” Sam says from his place on the couch, watching as Bucky continuously taps his foot, fiddles with his jacket, paces back across the room, “It’s starting to make me anxious.”

“Sorry,” Bucky mutters and, at last, it goes quiet...for five seconds before the tapping of his foot echoes through the room again.

“Bucky!” Sam shouts and Natasha smiles and shakes her head while Steve approaches his best friend, well attempts to, but he starts pacing again.

The door creaks open and Bucky’s head snaps toward it, a small, gentle hand around the frame as someone enters.  Wanda curves into the room with a smile and Bucky deflates slightly from the fact it wasn’t the one person he has been looking for, but still, he greets her warmly.  

“You look like a kid who was told he couldn’t have ice cream,” Tony’s voice pipes up from the back of the room where he was talking with Bruce, a chuckle on the tip of his tongue, “What has gotten you so excited?”

“Oh, he’s wa—”

“Shut up, Sam,” Bucky threatens and Steve chuckles.

“What, can’t—” Sam’s voice halts suddenly and his attention pulls elsewhere along with everyone else in the room.

Bucky follows their line of sight, the breath knocking out of his lungs and mind stalling and desperate to find the proper words to describe what he sees.  Your hair is down and curled, held back slightly but framing your face.  The outfit hugs you perfectly and while your shirt covers your chest, it dips low in the back and he sees more of your skin then he ever has before.  You seem so much more free, like yourself. His smile breaks into reality like a ray of sunshine through the clouds, and his heart stutters and skips as it beats to the rhythm of a song he’s memorized after knowing you.

“Damn, Girl, you’re something else,” Sam says, breaking the silence that had overtaken the room and Bucky shoots him daggers before turning to you, finding a shy smile as you nip anxiously at your lip.

“Thanks,” you say quietly before turning your gaze back to Bucky, a sense of admiration washing over you when you catch his eyes.  His hair is pulled back and beard trimmed, his red shirt hugs him nicely and his black leather jacket sets over his shoulders and he has a pair of blue jeans that actually look decent and without holes...you weren't sure if he had any.

Tony pipes up when it seems silence is settling again, “Well, if I knew you were the one that Bucket demanded a room for, I wouldn’t have asked so many questions,” he chuckles and walks over to you, giving you a hug, “How have you been, y/n?”

Smiling as he pulls away, you answer, “Been doing alright, keeping up with work is a hassle, but managing. Thank you for letting me stay here, it’s really helped.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Natasha asks and you notice how everyone in the room is now looking at the two of you.

Tony scoffs and stares at her as if she is crazy, “Of course I know her, she is one of my top engineers. She’s currently working on Rhodey’s leg upgrade.  Speaking of which, how’s that coming?” he says as he turns back to you.

“Almost done, just some tweaks and bugs to fix before I send it to testing,” you say and shift your gaze behind Tony to Bucky for a second.  He has yet to say anything and you are beginning to worry a little bit.  

Tony, being as observant as he is, notices and steps to the side with a smile, “Well, then, if everyone is here, we can go now.”

Everyone stands and gathers their things as Bucky approaches you, looking you over and finally settling on your eyes when he is standing before you…and damn, when did his eyes get so blue?

“You look…” he trails off, eyeing you again as he tries to find the right words, but none come to mind. Beautiful wouldn’t do you justice and hot sounds like an insult in his mind, gorgeous is too simple, overused.

“Is that a good hesitation or a bad one?” you ask.

“Good, good, it’s good, you look amazing, I just—” he says before chuckling slightly, rubbing the back of his neck, “And I’m rambling…You look beautiful, y/n.”

“Thanks, Buck,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up, “You clean up nicely yourself.”

Bucky chuckles, “Thanks.”

“Who would have thought that a simple outfit could turn the famous, smooth talkin’ Bucky Barnes into a rambling mess?”

Bucky rolls his eyes playfully and takes a step closer to you, “It ain’t the outfit, Sweetheart.”

“Quit staring at each other and let’s go,” Tony says and the two of you look to the door to find the others waiting and you mutter an “oops.”

You both turn to leave and Bucky’s hand carefully rests itself on the small of your back as he sends you a look, silently asking if it was okay and you nod slightly, falling in line with his steps as you walk closely next to him.  The drive is loud as you sit in the back of Bucky’s car next to Wanda who is next to Sam with Steve in the front seat, Wanda shooting questions left and right as you both get to know each other better.  You have seen most of them in passing in the halls or on the rare occasion one of them needed something fixed.

“I thought you just created the specs for the equipment,” Sam says and looks at you curiously.

“I generally do, but I am capable of putting everything together as well.  I always liked hands-on work, but as time went on, it just became easier and faster to make the ‘how to’ then send it to someone else to build.”

“How long have you been working for Stark?” Wanda asks.

“About five years now, Bucky and I met about a year later, came stumbling in as his arm kept twitching, then proceeded to knock himself out when it suddenly shot up and hit his head. He crashed a table of supplies all over himself when he fell.”

You see Bucky cringe in the rearview mirror as the others laugh.  The light atmosphere makes the smile on your lips grow and laughter bubble faster and easier than it has in a while.  There is the obvious tension of getting to know everyone when you arrive at the bar, Natasha is really sweet once you get to know her, Bruce clearly doesn’t like the noise of the place but seems like he’s enjoying himself, and Tony is going on animatedly about something, you’re not quite sure what at this point, but it’s funny to watch.  Bucky is sitting next to you with an arm draped over your shoulder and keeping you close to him with you on the outer side of the booth, sneaking glances at each other as the night goes on.

“Okay, I’m going to interject here,” Natasha says suddenly and the booth goes quiet, then she gestures between you and Bucky, “When did all this happen?  Last time I saw the two of you, you were both just staring longingly at each other, now you’re all close and touchy, what’s going on here?”

Bucky laughs as you blush and hide your face against him, “This morning, actually,” he says and nudges your face out of his chest, “Had this girl swooning for my charm.”

You snap your eyes to his narrowing them, “More like you were a statue while I made a fool of myself, blabbering on and on, I’m pretty sure you weren’t even breathing.”

He gasps in offence, “You didn’t make a fool of yourself, and if I recall correctly, you swooned pretty hard when I kissed you.”

“Either way,” Sam interjects as you are about to speak, “I’m just glad you two are finally together. Maybe the ridiculous look on Bucky’s face will finally disappear, he’s been looking like an idiot for a while now.”

“A while?” you ask curiously, looking up to Bucky with a furrowed brow.

“I won’t lie,” he says, the playfulness of his tone gone and he almost seems hesitant, “I’ve been pinning over you for a while now…”

“How long?”

“Eh, it doesn’t matter, we’re—.”

“Buck…”

He sighs and kisses your temple softly, lingering there as he speaks, “It’s been almost two years now.”

“Bucky!” you say as you look up at him in shock and instantly regret it when you see him shrink back, clearly afraid of your reaction.  He looks away and the others at the table suddenly find the crowd very interesting as they make their own conversation amongst themselves.  Bucky reluctantly puts a little space between the two of you, but you quickly close it again, cupping the side of his face and forcing him to look at you, “Hey, look at me, I’m not mad, just surprised, didn’t exactly expect that, y’know?”

Bucky chuckles and relaxes against you, leaning down a bit, “For a minute there I figured you thought I was a creep.”

“I could never,” you gasp, tilting your head up, “A little cheesy and weird, yes, but never a creep.”

“How dare you insult my quirkiness!”

“Oh, shut-up and kiss me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says and presses his lips to yours, sweeter and much more relaxed than your first, less desperate, but still full of every ounce of love.  

“Heeeey, save it for the bedroom!” Tony shouts while Sam makes overdramatic gagging sounds, Natasha slapping them on the back of the head.

The kiss breaks as you both laugh, your eyes opening to find his while you are both smiling wide, “Fuck, I’m glad I get to do that,” Bucky says before kissing your forehead and a deep red paints your cheeks.  

You go to reach for your drink when you realize it is empty, and you stand, much to Bucky’s displeasure, “Stop pouting, I’m just getting another drink,” you say through a laugh, only just now hearing how loud the bar is now.  

As you weave your way through the crowds, people keep bumping into you, some hit your ribs and suddenly the air thickens to the point where it becomes hard to breathe, the lights a little too much, the noise a little too loud, the crowd slowly making the room smaller and smaller.  By the time you reach the counter, your hands are shaking, eyes scanning the room over and over, something you haven’t thought much about in the last couple months, but habits are hard to break.  But after a deep breath, your world seems to settle a little and you order another drink.

The mix is in creation when a hand slides to your bare back and you smile and shake your head, “Bucky, I was gone for two seconds—” your voice freezes and your body goes stiff when you turn and see a tall stranger standing way too close to be good news.

“I don’t know who Bucky is, but he sure is missing out,” he says, the alcohol on his breath reeking into your senses and bringing back painfully familiar memories.  His eyes scan over you slowly, a hunger in his eyes that you know too well and suddenly your knees lose their strength as you attempt to back away from him.

“Oh, uh—sorry, I thought you were my boyfriend,” you say, hoping he’d get the hint and back off, but your voice is dropped, shrunk in a way you haven’t heard from yourself in the last couple months.  You glance back at your booth, but Bucky is no longer there, only the other Avengers and none of them are looking your way.

“Shame he left a pretty thing like you alone,” he says as he brushes some hair from your face only for you to swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” you snap and jump in your skin when an arm wraps around your waist from behind, pulling you away from the man in front of you and against their chest, panic welling in your stomach until you get a glimpse of metal.

“I believe the lady wants to be left alone,” Bucky growls, eyes piercing through the other man’s skull, his arm around you protective and secure and your body instantly relaxes.

“And who are you to decide what she wants?”

“I don’t, I’m just the boyfriend,” he answers, low and lethal, tensing slightly.

“Why don’t we let th—”

“Can we go, please?” you ask, voice soft, jaw set firmly, not in strength, but rather in an attempt to keep from shaking and Bucky nods, not sparing the other man another word as he spins you around, leading you outside and away from the noise and crowd.  

The second the cold air hits your skin and the door closes behind you, you finally feel like you can breathe and gasp for air at the relief of the pressure on your lungs.  But it doesn’t last long as Bucky twists you around, hands running over your face then to your arms, eyes scanning you over and over.

“Are you alright, what happened?” he asks, finally cupping your face and forcing you to look at him, finding the same icy stare he saw when he first found out about your ex.

“Yeah, I’m good Bucky, just a little—It just brought back some memories and I froze, that’s all.  I’m okay, he was just drunk and didn’t get the message,” you manage to say and a shiver runs down spine as a gust of wind brushes across your bare back, goosebumps rising on your skin, but you can’t help but admire the quieter part of the city, “Can we stay out here for a little bit? Just get some air?”

“Yeah, of course,” Bucky says and you smile and turn to the sidewalk, gesturing to take a walk and he nods. After a minute or so, a weight wraps over your shoulders and you jump slightly, turning and finding Bucky carefully putting his jacket on you.

“You’re shivering,” he says and you smile, putting your arms in the sleeves and wrapping it around you, chuckling when you see how large it is, your hands don’t even make the tips of the sleeves.

Jumping forward a slightly, you spin and walk backward in front of Bucky, “How do I look?” you ask and pose dramatically.

“Like you’re going to fall in those heels,” he teases, unsure how to describe the way his heart swelled at the sight of you.

You laugh and it rings in Bucky’s ears like a symphony, one he would sit and listen to for the rest of his life, “Maybe,” you say and spin back and walk next to him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.  

It is a few moments of silence before you speak again, but this time it a sweet, soft tone that Bucky can’t help but fall for, “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“I like you.”

Bucky chuckles and kisses your temple, “I like you too.”

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