#pour one out for the memes i wanted to make but the lighting on the scene was so fucking dark that

[ventresses]

Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines

Obi-Wan Kenobi (2022), pt. 2

#obi wan kenobi show #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi series #kenobi series #darth vader #kenobi show #grand inquisitor #reva sevander #star wars #star wars memes #star wars incorrect quotes #star wars text post #mine #pour one out for the memes i wanted to make but the lighting on the scene was so fucking dark that #there was no way i could brighten it enough to see wtf was going on without it also looking terrible

[leovenuslatina]

˚₊‧꒰ა 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒆 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

why/how you became famous?

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

this is the first in my fame series! this series is all about what your life of fame will be like !! enjoy !!

‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧ this is just a reminder that tarot isn’t permanent or set in stone YOU decide how your life goes no one or nothing else now take a deep breath and choose the pile that calls to you ‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧⛧°。

🎀 pile one 🎀

four of cups, page of cups, eight of wands

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pile one i see you being famous like an over night thing. maybe you post a silly video or something while you’re bored at home and out of nowhere you blow up!When it comes to massing a following, being genuine with a big personality can be an irresistible combination for you. People are drawn to your authenticity, and you are someone that exudes genuine qualities coupled with a larger-than-life personality you’re magnetic. you are refreshing and invigorating to encounter. you are true to yourself and unapologetically embrace your unique qualities. This authenticity shines through in your posts, words, and interactions, creating a sense of trustworthiness that undoubtedly attracts others. A big personality adds another layer of charm as it infuses excitement and enthusiasm into every moment. People are naturally captivated by you who radiates positive energy and have the ability to bring joy into everyone’s life. Ultimately, it is this winning combination of genuineness and a big personality that draws people in and makes them love you so much. Suddenly, your follower count skyrockets, and notifications flood in from people all over the world. It's surreal, to say the least. Comments pour in praising your humor or admiring your beauty. Your inbox is flooded with messages from brands wanting to collaborate. From being an ordinary user scrolling through memes and cat videos, now everyone wants a piece of you - interviews, guest appearances, sponsorships - it seems endless.

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boredom

disappointment

re-evaluate

announcement

birth

good news

hasty action

motion

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🎀 pile two 🎀

two of swords, ace of pentacles, ten of wands

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you’re famous pile two because of what you say and what you talk about what you say and the things you talk about really resonates with others! you may be a motivational speaker or writer someone who really gets to people deeply with just your words. i see you a lot in the spot light and on like red carpets in fancy dress and dripping in diamonds. you have a beautiful smile so you might be funny or a comiden actor/actress. pile 2 people are so obsessed with your mind i don’t know what it is about but the way you think is remarkable to others. you’re constantly pulling people in with your opinions on whatever topic . you could be a talk show host ! giving wendy but better. you’re so welcoming and sun shining all over everyone who is a fan of yours. pile 2 if or when you become famous your recognition and success will be extremely abundant ! you’ll be so well loved and very well known.

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balance, bambi, deer 🦌, red, red carpets, peace of mind, cameras, emotional stability , finical, gain , luck , talk shows , recognition, success

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile three 🎀

seven of cups, temperance, the tower

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pile 3 you’re famous for something you’ve always wanted to do something you’ve dreamt of doing for your whole life. this career is something you definitely manifested. this maybe something you wanted to do ever since you little. i’m seeing your inner child guiding you to this career. you’re famous because your life is inspiring! people see how hard you work and have been and all you’ve been through. people from all over are drawn to you because of you being so true to yourself and not ashamed to be who you really are. you may become a actress i see you might have a flare for the dramatics and or performing on a sort of broadway stage. you become famous pile 3 because you’re a very ambitious person who goes after any and everything you want.

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dreams and ambitions , stars ⭐️ , inner self, capable, control, dramatic change, new start, blue,

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡

🎀 pile four 🎀

the well, three of pentacles, eight of pentacles

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you’re definitely an artist !! you’re extremely comfortable with your medium whatever it is painting or music or whatever you make your art with your extremely skilled ! whatever it is that you create resonates will millions. and you’re praised heavily for your incredible art work. everyone is so impressed how you can be so skilled you are at such a young age. people are truly amazed by your talent. if you’re an artist can see your artwork being displayed in huge museums in from of crowds of people. i see opportunities falling right into your lap so if you do desire fame and fortune simply remain indulgent in you passions that will lead you to true happiness

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nurturing

opportunities

creative

excellence

satisfaction

mastery

success

teamwork

purpose

new skills

apprentice

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#black tarot readers #pick a card tarot #pick a pile #tarotcommunity #daily tarot #tarot #tarot cards #tarot daily #tarotblr #famous #tarot online #free tarot #tarot witch #tarot pac #tarot deck #tarot reading #latino tarotblr

[ozarkthedog]

summary — Chris needs help applying his sun tan oil.

warnings — DBF!Chris Evans x afab!reader. age gap. dirty talk. hand job. face sitting. oral sex (f). fingering. squirting. light spit play. light spanking. light cum play. the usual filth. chris evans looking like this ☝️ no beta.

word count — 2.1K

author’s note — we were all affected by the “SMA” shoot. this is where my mind went. 😏

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

— 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 - 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. — 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

“Hey, pretty girl. How’s it going?” Chris asks swimming over to the edge of his massive inground pool. 

You drop your things on one of the lounge chairs and stretch your arms over your head, “Oh you know, same old, same old.” You chuckle, grateful to unwind after a long day of job hunting.

Having just completed your third college semester, you enjoyed the sanctuary his backyard lent you. Filled with various palms and vegetation, a trickling waterfall, and the stacked bar, it was heaven on earth.

Chris was one of your dad’s closest (and most handsome) friends. Only recently had you gotten to know him, bonding over a silly meme one night at a party and from there he became a part of your life. 

He allowed you to come over whenever you wanted as long as you gave him a heads up. “You know, just in case I have any…,” His lips pull into a smirk when he sneaks a glimpse over the rim of his sunglasses at your curves. “Women friends spending the night.”

The crystal blue water ripples as he swims another lap across the pool. This is one of the many activities he uses to stay in shape aside from one particular, salacious activity. His words, not yours.

You walk to the edge of the glistening pool and dip your toes in. It’s cool and refreshing, and the tattooed man makes it feel that much better.

After a final lap, he rises from the pool like a Greek god. 

Water drips down his immaculate body, curving over the taut muscles. His tiny, barely there swim trunks could easily be mistaken for boxer briefs they were so tight.

You clench your jaw from dropping at the wicked sight.

He pads to your left, splashing you with a bit of water as he reaches for a towel. “Oops. Sorry.” It lacks sincerity but you could care less.

His muscles bounce with every swipe of the towel as he dries himself off. 

“I’m gonna lie out for a bit.” He nods towards the lounge before reaching for the tanning oil.  

That golden chain bounces against his hairy, inked chest and his intimidating package bulges with every step as he makes his way around the pool.

You try to distract yourself as you sit on the pool edge and stare at your reflection before kicking it away. You’d only been in his presence less than 5 minutes and already you can’t stop yourself from being pulled in his direction.

He makes sure to catch your eye when he slathers his muscles in tanning oil. Slowly rubbing his hands over every inch of his expansive chest and rippling torso. Putting on a show that would be illegal if he wasn’t in the comfort of his own backyard.

You squirm against the heated concrete as he holds your gaze with a smirk. Your core clenches hard when he slides his slippery fingers down the v cut of his hips and pushes the thin briefs down a bit further.

He’s got a small tattoo at the base of his hips and thick auburn hair circles the beginning of what looks like a well endowed cock.

Your mind swirls with heady arousal making you feel faint.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he calls out, grinning when you jolt from your horny stupor. “Help me get my back?”

You hesitantly push to your feet and walk over to the hulk of a man as he tosses you the bottle. 

“Rub a generous layer on, please.” He requests, turning away and giving you a clear view of his sculpted back. You swallow the lump in your throat and pour the liquid into your palms.

You smooth the oil along his shapely shoulders, down his spine, and slowly massage the ornate muscles.

“Damn that feels good. Your hands are so soft, Sweetheart.” 

You’re a mess. Between the praise and being able to rub your hands all over his back, it’s no wonder you’re in ruins. 

Chris turns around after you smooth the final layer on his freckled skin and you feel an imaginary punch hit you sqaure in the belly.

His once tight swim trunks are now extremely and overtly tight as his cock throbs, pushing against the thin material with a twitch.

You avert your eyes, looking anywhere but the enormous package that’s aching to be released. 

“Ah, yeah, that happens when pretty girls touch me.” He plays it cool and sits down on the lounge chair, stretching his limbs with a sigh. 

You fidget with the oil still smeared on your hands unsure of what to do with the mess until you spot his towel. 

“Ah ah,” Chris chides with a raised brow. “That’s a waste of good oil.” 

His head drops to his chest and his eyes flick from his straining swim trucks up to your dazed eyes. “I think you could put your hands to good use.” 

Heat burns your cheeks at the insinuation. “Really? Is that such a good idea?” You teethe your lip nervously. 

“Come on, bein’ a goodie two shoes is overrated.” He says as he palms his cock with a husky groan. “It’ll be our little secret.”

How could you say no to such a tempting offer?

“‘Atta girl.” Chris praises as you sink onto the lounge next to him, pressing your thigh against his before carefully tugging the wet material down his thighs. 

His hefty cock flops against his trim belly with a dull thud, eliciting a pathetic whimper from your lips.

“See somethin’ you like, Sweetheart?”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the nickname and sinks into the confines of your core, drowning your pussy in arousal.

He’s so unbelievably girthy. Your fingers don’t even touch as you cautiously wrap them around his cock. The bulbous crown pulses red at the tip making you lick your lips greedily. 

“Yeah, that’s it.” Chris praises, as his head falls back onto the lounge with a groan. “Up and down, milk my cock.”

You slowly swirl your grip around his length, tugging steadily and hanging on every noise that squeezes from his throat.

“God damn your hands are fuckin’ amazin’.” His brow furrows as he bites his plump bottom lip with a guttural moan.

Your core throbs, pounding like a beating heart as more slick drips into the lining of your bikini. You clamp your thighs together desperate to quell the terrible twinge that gets stronger by the second.  

“Awe. Is my pretty girl’s pussy achin’? ” Chris taunts with an exaggerated pout. “She gettin’ all wet and drippin’ for some attention?”

In a flash, he maneuvers your body so it’s laying over his. 

Your knees are propped on either side of his head while his cock stands at attention directly in front of your face. 

“Such a fine fuckin’ ass you have.” He takes a bite of your supple flesh causing you to jolt forward with a whimper from the harsh treatment. The slick tip smacks against your chin and leaves a sticky stain of precum and oil. 

“Keep goin’, Sweetheart. I’m just gonna have a taste.” 

Chris pulls the drenched lining of your bottoms to the side and growls. The basement deep vibrations rumble through your body as a strand of slick stretches with his movements until it breaks and snaps back onto your soaked core.

“Lookit’ how wet this little pussy is. You’re absolutely gushin’.” Breath fans your skin as he takes a deep whiff of your folds. 

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth and thrusts his hips toward your face, dribbling more precome down the mushroom crown. “If that’s not the sweetest smellin’ cunt.” He takes another deep breath before attaching his mouth to your cunt like a dog to a bone.

“O!” You squeal and grasp the base of his cock for leverage as his tongue dives between your weeping folds. He caresses your velvet walls and widens your convulsing channel with unmatched prowess.

A sharp blow lands on your behind. “Didn’t I say keep going?” Chris grunts, detaching from your sopping heat for a moment before diving back in.

Your mind races to catch up on the task, literally at hand, and you grasp the obscenely thick base giving it a few quick jerks. Chris groans into your flesh with every stroke of your fist. His cock throbs, steadily dribbling as you circle the reddened tip with tight swirls.   

His beard scratches your tender folds as he eats you whole, sending shocks up your spine as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He teases the tiny nub with harsh flicks and violent swipes forcing you to the edge quicker than anyone ever has before.

Your hands clutch his cock for dear life as a blinding light explodes behind your eyes.

“‘Atta girl.” Chris mumbles against your shiny core as you writhe against his face and grind on his tongue, prolonging the pleasure. 

You slump forward resting your head on one of his burly thighs to catch your breath but Chris has other plans. 

“Let’s see how messy this pussy can get.” 

Just then a thick wad of spit hits your folds. You recoil with a gasp but Chris snakes his hold even tighter around your thighs. 

“Can’t fake that innocent bullshit with me, Sweetheart. Your pussy fuckin’ clenched when I spat on it.” He deviously gloats.

Your belly flips with embarrassment but he was right. You fucking loved it.

A whine slips from your throat as you push your sticky cunt toward his face ignoring any shameful thoughts that try to surface.

“There you go. Just let me do the thinkin’.” 

Chris taps two fingers against your swollen petals before pushing them into your quivering core and pulling a desperate moan from you. 

“Stroke my cock, Sweetheart.” He commands gruffly, gliding his digits along your walls. “But remember, if you stop. I'll stop.” 

You clench around his thick fingers at the threat. With new found, albeit anxious energy, you begin stroking his cock again. His veiny girth glistens in the sunlight as you steadily pump in time with the fingers that thrust into your cunt.

“Shit– yes, such a good girl.” He locks his lips around your clit adding to the overwhelming bliss.

His fingers search out that spongy spot behind your clit as your hands milk him from base to tip, making his abs tighten with each stroke. When your cunt locks down on him, he curls his fingers and focuses all his attention on that special spot.

“Chris– oh fuck!” you cry as your core floods with slick and he shoves and twists his fingers deep inside. Your rhythm lags and you falter with slowing tugs when the rapture begins to suffocate you.

Chris ‘tuts’ and slows his fingers to the same languid pace. 

“Thought you were better than this. Thought this greedy cunt wanted to come.” he chides, smacking your ass.

A whiny apology tumbles from your lips as your pace renews and you swirl your thumb around the tip after every upward stroke. You feel him smile into your pussy, pleased with your attitude before he latches his lips around your clit once more.

Your hips drive back onto his fingers and jaw chasing your pleasure like it was the last thing on earth. His cock throbs under your touch as his own ecstasy rapidly mounts.

“I’m gonna come all over that pretty face.” He muses, lapping at the spill of arousal that drips from your core. “Mark you up real nice.” 

Your cunt flutters at his lewd statement and your hands twist faster around his length, desperate to be covered in his spend.

“Come on, Sweetheart.” Chris commands with a ragged growl, balls ready to empty. “Wanna feel how tight this cunt can get.”

Your body lurches as you come with a shout, squirting your creamy release all over his fingers and beard. 

With a gravelly groan, his sack tightens and he splashes hot waves of come across your face. Your chin, lips, and cheeks are painted in his gummy seed as he trembles beneath you while you milk his balls for every last drop. 

A few blissful moments later, he lightly smacks your thigh signaling you to move. You crawl off his body and sit at the end of the lounge while he tucks his softening cock away.

He curls a finger at you. “Come ‘ere. Let me look at you.” 

You crawl between his spread thighs as he cups your stained face in his palms. He drinks up the sight and grins deviously at you covered in his gluey white spend. 

“Gotta make sure you rub it in completely or else it won’t work.” He quips with a wink while dragging his fingers through the thick fluid and massages his sticky seed into your skin.

Your purr under his touch and flutter your lashes up at him. Maybe he was right. Being the bad girl was more fun.

anyone else want to be covered in come now??????

#chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

[yourlocaltreesimp]

*insert And Another One meme*

Can I. Request a yandere chain with a reader who gifts them flowers just because they can? Or like, them just subtly courting the chain for a change? (minus wind, who they just flat out spoils because he's babey even though he's a gremlin)

And when I say court, I mean like in ways that they're probably not familiar with? Like, the reader makes up a bs excuse about needing their help to see if they can still sing because then rusty, and then singing love songs to them but it's in a language they can't recognize?

Or like, doing tasks for them? Basically acts of service, since that's an old way of courting from my country that can be easily mistaken for them being helpful, but they're just generally more careful and going above and beyond what's asked for them?

- altumsomnum (forgot to add it in the other asks lmao)

Ofc, ofc I think I miss understood the prompt, but take this in case!

TW:ok well there’s some obsession and yandere as expected, blood mentione

Oh how the mighty fall

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’d recently found yourself in quite the predicament. Not necessarily a bad one… Just, odd. Long letters of prose and poetry sealed with royal blue wax from Warriors carefully dancing around his plans to stab the others and run off with you. Quiet afternoons curled up as Sky plays you music keeping you safe and distracted as the others slit the throat of the merchant that insulted you. Ranting to Four about whatever interest snagged your mind, he’d listen for hours at your every beck and call, no matter if the sentiment wasn’t returned. Strolling around villages with Time, knowing you’re safest at his side though you didn’t know how deep their feelings went, they’d do anything at your order. Twilight teaching you how to ride a horse, sharing what knowledge he knew you’d benefit from but also so you wouldn’t be near the fight. Fresh hot meals and deserts from Wild, with some added ingredients to let you sleep so they deal with business. Reading with Hyrule in a calm clearing, uninterrupted by the others but he knows the more time you spend together, the easier it’ll be when he steals you away. Sparring with Legend, finally free to move and fight as the others do as he gauges your strength to see how hard you can fight back.

You supposed the real question was why? You didn’t do anything odd or particularly of note. In comparison to the other options they had (there were none, as if anyone could pretend they held light to your sheer divinity) you felt dim by comparison. Sure, you wanted their affection (you already had them, so much blood has been spilled in your name, their reason for living is found within your company) but between yourself and the incarnation of a goddess fool to think she’s worthy of comparison you didn’t know what prompted their behaviour. It was only until you caught a passing conversation from a village girl to her friend that you realised your fatal mistake. This wasn’t Earth. Looking back on your behaviours you felt embarrassed. You’d spent hours reading and writing poetry with Warriors when you found his passion in it. You didn’t question the blush on his cheeks when you read his poetry on love- you knew he loved the romance novels. You asked Sky to play his harp when you were doing chores and even got in the habit of singing softly when you found yourself willing. You turned a blind eye to the look of sheer endearment and adoration when you looked up from whatever you busied yourself with. You’d listened to Four go on and on about the Minish after he found their numbers dwindled in the future. He’d cried, you held him, he went on and on about each and every tiny detail of his journey, pouring his heart out in a way that he was only ever used to doing when split. You welcomed him with open arms the next time he asked if you could talk. You ran whatever errands with Time that he asked, knowing his aversion to such large crowds with no company. You thought the silent agreement to stick with one another in busy cities was forged in the mistrust of the environment you found yourself surrounded with, not out of any further attraction. You entertained the idea of learning to ride a horse to get closer with the group, bridge the gap the lay between you. You didn’t catch Twilight as he noted how quickly you caught on, how easily you’d adapt to Ordon, especially with your compassion. You helped Wild with the cooking mainly because you wanted to be useful, but from what you’ve seen, he always managed to make simple tasks entertaining. He, meanwhile, was falling over himself at the fact that someone is willing to help him, let alone out of the goodness of their heart, let alone you who he’d lay down lives for. Reading with Rulie so you could learn a little more about their lives and culture as he saw you preparing to live out the rest of your days in the Hyrules. Asking Leg for help fighting because you knew he’d be the only one who wouldn’t hold back, while he enjoyed being closer with you, having the excuse to finally be near you without any glares. Looking back, you see why they acted as they did.

BONUS:

In long and short, the chain did a lot for you, for your affections. And it really began to bother you that they never accepted anything in return. They never took thanks, for it is what was ‘expected’ of courting, and yet you felt as if there was more to be done. And so, you decided on a plan. You’d simply have to be stubborn. It was rewarding to see blushes tinting their cheeks as they read the letters you’d written for them in turn. Watching their eyes light up as you goth them all jewellery, tokens that they treasured more than anything Hylia had given them. Finding excuses to take them all on dates and seeing their hearts squeeze.

#linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #link x reader #link x you #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #x reader #yandere link x reader #firreplies #fir’s library

[ghostlykeyes]

i rlly like your work, heartsteel needs more content tbh,, so ty!! ANYWAY,

i liked the general relationship/kiss hcs w kayn, would u be able to do that for the other two as well?? if that makes sense

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HEARTSTEEL YONE: RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ♡ Gender Neutral ♡ SFW, with light touching/sensuality ♡ TW: Some alcohol usage/food mentions ♡ I've done Sett's kisses here (X) and relationship HCs here (X), and Yone's kisses here (X) ! (will I remember to come back and edit those links in??? only time will tell)

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YONE

No matter where you go, Yone brings you on fantastic dates. It's never popular tourist-trap type outings, either. If you ask how the hell he even found out about your date locations, he smiles coyly and says he can't reveal his sources. Regardless, expect lots of breathtaking, original dates—hidden trails that spill into breathtaking clumps of wildflowers, a hole-in-the-wall burger joint with the best fries you've had in tour entire life, tiny sculpture parks with some truly absurd statues (he absolutely refuses to delete the unflattering pic of you squatting next to a caked-up stone Sasquatch).

He isn't on his phone often, so don't be surprised if Yone doesn't text you back quickly or is overly-formal with his messages. Wild horses couldn't drag a silly emoji or a meme out of him. If you're lucky, you'll get a red heart, but that's about it. He tries not to make you feel neglected just because he's a dry texter, though. Especially when he's on tour, he calls you to check in whenever he's got a spare moment.

Yone's a chronic meal-skipper so he really appreciates if you share your food with him. Be warned, though, if you force him to step away from work and sit down for dinner you're either getting five minutes and a cup of instant ramen, or he's cooking you a three course meal complete with different appetizer, entree, and dessert wines. There's no in-between.

While Yone's not a fan of PDA, he holds your hand through every big event you're forced to attend. He doesn't appreciate the attention and flashing lights, but your warm, reassuring grip keeps him calm and relatively content.

Matching outfits are a little bit too much, but Yone is all for wearing clothing that compliments yours. Think similar textures, colors, and cuts. If you're wearing athleisure, he'll throw on a pair of stylish sweatpants. You're rocking the all black fit, so is he (with a pop of color in his earrings, probably—if he's completely monochrome, Kayn accuses him of "stealing his look"). Though he thinks it's a little cringy to be exact matches, he's definitely down to coordinate.

Whenever Yone makes himself a coffee, he whips up a glass of your favorite beverage as well. Nothing is too complicated—if you want a latte, he can make any flavor, and he'll pour the foam into a heart shape on top. Boba? No problem, he's got tapioca pearls in your favorite flavor and large straws on hand, to boot. A mimosa? Okay, he might raise his eyebrow at that one and point out that it's like eleven A.M.—nevertheless, if it's a mimosa you want, then it's a mimosa you'll get. Part of this is because he loves you, of course, but also? He hates sharing his coffee and figures that you won't ask for a sip if you've got your own drink.

Yone absolutely melts when you take care of him. He's used to looking after everyone else's wants and needs, so it's a pleasant surprise when someone extends that same care and attention to him. Cook him his favorite meal or take care of his laundry when he's been extra busy, and he looks at you like you're the eight wonder of the world. "You didn't have to do that for me," he cups your face gently, sweeping an appreciative kiss over your forehead. "But I'm glad that you did."

Chivalry is not dead and Yone's the man giving it CPR. Count on him to be the perfect gentleman. He opens every door for you, takes your coat whenever you drop by his studio, and no, under no circumstances will he let you pull out your own chair.

Yone's pet-names are sweet and classic. Most often, he calls you 'my darling', but he'll occasionally pepper in a 'dearest' or 'lover' for variety.

One of Yone's favorite ways to spend a free evening with you is sneaking into underground music shows. The two of you will turn up to somebody's house where the living room has been cleared to throw together a makeshift stage, or an abandoned warehouse with people clustering together and swaying to synthetic beats blasting through mid-grade speakers. More often than not, the musicians aren't that good (but that's par for the course with these kind of shows). The atmosphere can't be beat, though. And, when you do stumble upon somebody's garage band that actually goes hard, it's always an exciting surprise. Yone always keeps cash on him in case somebody's selling merch. He snags two stickers, one for you to keep and one to paste on his guitar case. What better way to commemorate shitty bands and crowded house shows than with matching stickers?

If you tag along with him on tour or business trips, Yone's first mission is to scout out a good coffee shop. Of course he takes you along, and buys you whatever little treats catch your eye. Sweets, sandwiches, snacks—anything he notices you ogling behind the glass, he orders for you.

Even with his massively packed schedule Yone NEVER, EVER forgets an important date. Expect gifts on birthdays and anniversaries, and extra love and support on dates that might be difficult for you.

Since Sett's a master crocheter, Yone pays him a frankly absurd amount to make you a plushie that looks like his fox mask. Yone knows that it can't be easy for you, with him away touring or on business so much of the time. The stuffed snuggle-buddy, he hopes, can ease your loneliness when he's away. Before he sets off on a long trip he makes sure to spritz your stuffie with his cologne, so that you can squish it in your sleep and dream that he's right there with you.

Yone's not a huge cuddler. Too much physical attention can make him feel smothered. The exception is when you sit on his lap. He loves when you settle onto him while he's working. As long as you're quiet and still (he doesn't want you to disturb his flow, after all), he basks in your comfortable warmth and the adorable way you tuck yourself into his chest.

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel yone #heartsteel yone x reader #yone/reader #yone x reader #yone lol #yone league of legends

[daceydeath]

Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 8)

Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 4.7 Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Swearing, Explicit Activities, Alcohol

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

Managing to sneak into your shared apartment unnoticed you saw that both Seungmin and Jeongin's shoes were just abandoned in the entryway making you think they must have been at least more than tipsy when they got home the night before and from the lack of noise as you crept down the hallway it looked like they had not yet surfaced which helped you to relax and return to your room to quickly shower and change your clothes. By the time you had reemerged from your room and settled on the couch with a cup of coffee you could hear the sounds of bumping furniture and groans coming from one of the bedrooms which from the cursing that followed you recognized as Jeongin.

"Morning sunshine" you teased as his fluffy haired frowning face came around the corner into the kitchen, eyes scrunched up to protect him from the light.

"M’ning" he groaned, barely able to focus on you and he bumped straight into the cupboard he was trying to open to get a glass.

"How hard did you guys go last night?" you laughed silently getting up to help him get water and painkillers in his rather useless state “looks like it was a big one”.

"Seung and Minho had a drinking contest so he was fuuucked and I was playing beer pong and lost.... a lot" he smiled weakly taking the water and pills from you.

"I'll take some water and painkillers into Seung then and check he is still alive" you nodded knowing that they would have been so messy last night that they probably just passed out once they got into bed not noticing that you weren't home.

Taking a bottle of water into Seungmin's room you noticed he was still totally dressed from the night before and just laying on his front so you left the packet of tablets and the water on the bed side table and put your hand on his back to make sure he was in fact still breathing.

"Not dead, just wanna be" Seung's very croaky voice came from somewhere under his hood and bed head hair.

"Just checking, there's something to help" you smiled, patting his head and walking back out to the lounge room. Your phone chimed so you fished it out of your pocket to see who was texting you, only to hear more loud swearing from the kitchen as Jeongin spilled his coffee all over the counter and began wiping it up begrudgingly making you giggle again. Stepping around him you helped him pour another cup.

When can I see you again baby? I already miss you. 

You read the message and grinned at the butterflies that were now filling your stomach, and were starting to make you feel a little giddy. Felix always knew how to make you feel like a silly little school girl without any effort at all.

"What are you smiling at?" Jeongin asked, screwing his eyes up as he walked into the brighter side of the room clutching the coffee in his hands tightly.

"Just funny memes" you lied easily knowing he was too hungover to challenge you anyway.

"Oh you free tonight?" He blurted suddenly louder than you expected as the thought popped into his head.

"Yes.... why?" you blinked recovering from the jump scare he had just unintentionally delivered to your system.

"Dinner, all of us, tonight" he looked up at the ceiling like he was trying to remember all the facts he needed to tell you. "So like us, Chan, Changbin and Han, maybe the whore club at 8 but I forget where".

"I can do dinner but maybe give me Chan's number so I can text him for the details" you chuckled slightly at how much Jeongin was struggling to function "Then go back to bed Innie I'll order us food for lunch that you can eat when you wake up again".

"Thank you, you are the fucking best you know that? Plus hot you're also hot" he mumbled giving you his unlocked phone and shuffling back to his bedroom. You opened his contacts scrolling through until you found Chan's number then added it to your phone, also copying out Changbin's and Han's contacts in case Chan was in the same position that Innie was in.

“When did the agreement between you and Seung to tell me I look hot or cute or whatever happen?” you asked in confusion, after his retreating figure but he totally ignored you disappearing into the darkness of his room.

Are you and the guys coming to dinner tonight? 

You quickly texted to Felix before composing a text that didn't seem too random or confusing to Chan, in case he too was as under the weather as your two roommates. His reply came back pretty quickly giving you the details and being amazed that you had actually even spoken to either of your severely hungover friends.

The thing at Chan’s? Yeah we're going. We will have to sneak off so I can kiss you again baby

The images that your mind created of the two of you sneaking off had a flush creeping across your cheeks and down your neck as you read Felix’s reply. You would have to make sure that if you could sneak away you would and then it hit you that if you snuck away with Felix it would essentially be lying to your friends and the guilt began to set in. Not telling either Seungmin or Jeongin was essentially lying by omission and that made you a terrible friend in your mind at least, friends don't willingly lie to their friends about things like this.

Going back into your room you started up on some homework that you knew you should have been getting done but had left for a few days. If you were going to use the too busy to come home because of schoolwork excuse you needed to get as far ahead as possible so it was believable. You knew the two small tests you had at the start of the semester were going to be easy you had been prepared for them before they were announced knowing that they were also only a mock partial exams helped too since you could, hopefully ace them, and make your parents think you were now back in the top position in each of your classes. You also knew you needed to finish the last draft of a major assignment so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the stress later. By the time lunch time rolled around and you were hungry the others still hadn’t ventured out of their rooms so you ordered as much fried chicken as you could knowing that they would be happy to eat it left over if they didn’t surface when they smelt it. 

You pulled out some clothes to wear for the dinner and put them on the end of your bed, you knew you didn’t need to dress up to go the Chan’s apartment so you just grabbed some jeans that were a little tight around your butt and a slightly cropped top to that it would look like you hadn’t made no effort but you weren’t hoping to impress anyone. The buzzer from the door camera let you know the chicken had arrived and you went down to get it hoping that you would feel less nervous about what would happen later that evening. As you had predicted Seungmin managed to surface as the smell of fresh hot fried chicken followed you up the hallway and Jeongin followed suit sitting down at the table while you got them a hangover cure each and yourself a juice.

“Fried chicken, top choice” Seungmin smiled, taking a drumstick and tearing into it like a starving caveman making you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Again the best” Jeongin agreed, picking up his own piece but not shoving it in his mouth quite as enthusiastically as Seungmin.

“I texted Chan and it's 8 o’clock tonight and their apartment” you informed both of them “I said you were both in but you can text him if you don’t want to go”.

You showered and started getting ready, your preplanned outfit and basic makeup to make you like nice but not too out of the ordinary, finally throwing Felix’s hoodie over your outfit so that you would be warm on the way there and also so you smell his scent without actually being close to him. If Seungmin or Jeongin noticed that it was a different hoodie they didn’t say anything but you did often wear super comfortable clothes which did annoy Jeongin at least to no end, so another large hoodie was nothing to take note of. Jeongin drove, having been sure that he was not going to have any alcohol left in his system and you sat in the back watching the buildings go by until you got to Chan’s. Knocking on his door, you waited with the boys watching the last of the colored traces of the day fade into the inky darkness of dusk, you suddenly realized that this must be what it was like to be normal, have a normal social life and a normal set of friends. It caused a small ache in your chest suddenly like you had missed out on something very important but it also gave you a rush of fondness for the two boys standing either side of you leaning on either the stair railing or the wall beside the door.

“Oh you two aren’t dead! Well done” Han laughed as he let you all in, listening to Seungmin grumble something under his breath as you slipped off your shoes “I’m glad you could make it tonight” He grinned at you turning his attention away from the others.

“Hi Han” you smiled back following him up the hallway to the lounge.

“The princess and her two trolls are here” Han announced as you turned into the kitchen waving to everyone else that was there. Changbin chuckled as whatever Jeongin called from down the hallway was muffled by the sounds of the six guys already milling about talking. Felix's eyes were already on you when you looked towards them, his lips turning up at the corners making you subconsciously bite your lower lip in response. 

“Pleased you actually got the message about tonight” Chan shook his head at the teasing that was already ramping up.

“Thanks for inviting me Chan” you replied, making your way around the kitchen to the other side of the island bench trying not to stare at Felix as you went.

“Hello kitten” Minho smirked as you sat yourself on one of the bar stools making you roll your eyes at him.

“Minho, you seem to be in pretty good shape considering you tried to kill Seung last night” you raised your eyebrows at him finally noticing the identical looks of mischief on both he and Hyunjin’s faces.

“Aw, didn’t know you cared so much” he teased, easily making Feix’s jaw clench and you rub your temples in faux annoyance and Jeongin came and sat down next to you placing a drink in front of you.

“Ignore Captain fucks-a-lot” he sighed sticking his tongue out and Minho.

“Rude” Minho laughed playfully, punching Jeongin and going to grab a beer from the fridge.

“We're just getting pizza. Is that good for you?” Chan asked, drawing your attention away from the others.

“That’s perfect. As long as it doesn’t come with a side of anyone's psycho ex” you quipped making Han and Seungmin burst into laughter.

“Yeah I can assure you the place we get our pizzas from doesn’t have that” Chan beamed, seeming much happier that you were comfortable enough to be cracking jokes. 

“When are you coming out to party with us again?” Changbin asked loudly, his voice easily blocking out the others.

“Um, I don’t know” you shrugged “I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to babysit me” you pointedly looked and Seungmin then Jeongin.

“Hey! we have cause, Felix had to rescue you last time” Seungmin challenged playfully.

“Yeah then had to sit through accusations of having sexy eyes by Innie” you gestured with your thumb to the boy to your right.

“When did I say that?” Jeongin yelped, completely confused.

“While you were staring at the ceiling I think” you recounted “you slurred something about why the fuck was Felix in the apartment, something about me being off limits and no sexy eyes then Seung had to help you get to bed” 

“All of that is in fact true bro”Seungmin confirmed as more laughter filled the room.

“Well I don’t remember it so it didn’t happen” Jeongin sulked, pouting slightly. Chan ordered the pizzas on his phone and got everyone more drinks, turning on the TV to pass time until all the food arrived. You noticed how close Hyunjin and Minho were to Felix and how annoyed he seemed to be at them so you just kept your distance and subtly watched them trying to figure out what was up. Feeling a little warm with all the scrutiny you slipped Felix’s hoodie over your head laying it on your lap until you could put it somewhere safe, you didn’t notice the look that Felix gave you as your shirt rode up or the fact that all the others had seen slightly more of you than you had planned.

“So what are you doing this week? Want to come hang out with us?” Changbin asked, clearing his throat and breaking you away from another glance at Felix. 

“I’m back at work next week but you can always come by and hang out there if you come around my break” you looked from him to Han who were both sitting on the other lounge to you.

“Did those bitches get expelled too?” Felix interrupted, confusing just about everyone else.

“Yes, both of them did. You don’t have to worry Felix no one is throwing hot coffee on me” you sighed heavily frowning lightly.

“Hold the fuck up what?” Han spat his voice harsher than normal as he looked between you and Felix.

“Two of Nali’s friends had planned to throw coffee on me at work, they were reported to the police and they were part of the group expelled so it’s fine. It’s over now” You explained biting on the inside of your cheek.

“Well we will definitely drop by the cafe then so we can keep an eye out” Chagbin nodded, his tone turning serious and Han and Chan both looked concerned.

“That old guy at the convenience store was right. I do have far too many bodyguards” you groaned, a loud knocking on the front door indicating that the food had arrived and you were being saved from furthering the conversation about how Felix knew this and some of the others didn’t. Lining all the pizzas up in the kitchen you all grabbed plates and helped yourself going back into the lounge to eat Chan putting a movie on in the background to fill the silence of you all chewing.

“Forgot to mention princess” Hyunjin grinned slyly “You looked extra cute in that hoodie”.

“Um, thank you Hyunjin” you answered slowly, looking at him suspiciously, noting that Minho raised his eyebrows suggestively from where he sat next to him.

“I swear I’ve seen one like that before” Minho added Hyunjins smirk growing and Felix who was now sitting at the end of the lounge beside Han and Changbin narrowed his eyes deliberately making you catch on finally to where they were going with the compliments, your stomach dropping at the realization that they both knew, because of course they knew, they lived with Felix they would recognize his clothes and here you were wearing it in front of them like an idiot.

“I imagine because it isn’t the only one in existence” you shot back hoping to sound sarcastic not panicked.

“What are you two up to?” Seungmin snapped at them, making them dissolve into knowing chuckles.

“Fuckers” Felix muttered quietly gritting his teeth.

“Idiots” Han rolled his eyes “So what kind of hours do you actually work? Can we just come hang out?”

“Oh yeah you can come by and just stay for as long as you want” you grinned toothily happy for something to change the conversation “I’m on pretty much every afternoon for the next week so starting at 2 finishing at 7. So I guess we could grab dinner one night instead if that was easier for you guys too” you mused thinking as you pulled out your phone to check if anything else was on your schedule.

“Absolutely” Chan nodded “That sounds like a good idea for us all to hang out without too much organizing”.

“And Seung and I can keep an eye out for you” Jeongin added, looking at you seriously.

“I swear you are more protective than my dad” you grumbled playfully making both Seungmin and Jeongin flush with embarrassment.

You continued talking about stupid stuff all only partially concentrating on the movie that was still playing in the background and eating until you felt like you couldn’t eat anything else. It was just another standard superhero movie so the fight scenes and graphics were easy to get lost in. Excusing yourself to the bathroom you made your way up the stairs phone in your hand as it chimed with a text.

God you looked so good in my hoodie baby ;) Just want you all to myself

You couldn’t help the spark that shot through you at Felix’s words chewing your lip. You thought about how forward you wanted to be when you responded.

I like wearing your clothes Lix, I like feeling like I’m yours.

You took a huge breath before you pressed send hoping that he would respond to that in a good way and not think you were being too much of a tease, even though part of you knew he would never think that considering how much you had already made him wait to even touch you let alone kiss you.

Fuck baby are you trying to get me to kiss you? because that is exactly how you get that to happen saying things like that.

You swallowed hard, Felix probably looked totally indifferent as they all say around drinking beer and matching the movie while you were standing in the bathroom looking like a tomato had decided to replace your face. Holding your hands under the cold running water you pressed them to your cheeks to try to calm yourself down. A soft knock made you freeze on the spot.

“It's just me baby” Felix chuckled quietly, almost sensing your dilemma. Letting out the breath you were holding you opened the door for him to find him leaning against the door frame looking devilishly handsome. 

“Hi” you whispered as he stepped into the bathroom, instantly sliding his hands around your waist, his fingers brushing against your skin agonizingly slowly, before pulling you against his chest pausing to let you decide what happened next. Leaning into him you brushed your lips against his tentatively feeling him smile against your lips. 

“You are definitely going to be the death of me” he murmured, kissing you needily pulling a soft moan from you as his teeth tugged on your bottom lip. Pulling away from him gently you backed out of the bathroom hoping no one would be any the wiser leaving him to shut the door behind him.

“You know I will never understand why girls take so long in the bathroom” Hyunjin smirked as you finally returned to the lounge and slipped back into the seat you had been occupying.

“I’m pretty sure it’s because we have better hygiene” you quipped looking at Hyunjin expectantly only for the others to laugh and whatever comeback he had to die on his tongue. Felix returned a couple of minutes later going to the fridge to get another drink.

“So I heard through a couple of girls that you are claiming to have a girlfriend, Lix. What the fuck is with that?” Han asked mockingly, making the others all laugh.

“Really? Is that because they came to you after I turned them down” Felix smirked, one eyebrow raised challenging Han.

“Are you going through our sloppy seconds Hannie?” Minho jeered, laughing at Han’s shocked face.

“Hardly sloppy seconds if she got rejected, is it?” Seungmin asked, brow furrowed in faux confusion.

“Even worse she’s bad enough to get turned down by Lix and you can’t even get her” Hyunjin cackled, throwing his head back.

“Who said she turned me down? But that isn’t what I was asking” Han pushed leaning towards Felix as though he expected an answer.

“Wow I’m gone for 5 minutes and were being mysoginists and slut shaming nice one boys” you screwed your nose up in slight disgust.

“Slut shaming?” Changbin parroted looking at you for an answer.

“You know most women love being referred to as sloppy seconds. It really makes us feel loved and respected” you replied deadpaned crossing your arms across your chest.

“Oh shit yeah, sorry about that” Han sheepishly scratched the back of his neck apologetically.

“I don’t care where any of you stick your dicks, as long as they aren’t psychos, but can you not be so gross in front of me?” you asked with slight disgust in your voice.

“You are right, of course we will be respectful from now on,” Chan promised, genuinely making the others murmur apologies to you and dropping the subject all together for the moment. As the night continued on you yawned your head falling back against the back of the lounge with a soft thud.

“We should get you home” Jeongin interrupted, patting your shoulder lightly. Both he and Seungmin had decided not to drink, which you were thankful for because you didn’t really want to have to visit them in hospital with alcohol poisoning.

“I’m alright Innie, we can stay as long as you want” you smiled lolling your head towards him. “Besides it’s nice to be here and not be puking with stress that a random lunatic has caused" making him grin at you.

Seungmin pulled you to your feet, stopping you from collecting the last of the plates scattered around the room and walked you towards the kitchen with Jeongin behind you. You waved around Jeongin's shoulders before stepping into the hallway and getting your shoes to go home. It had been a really nice evening. You had fun hanging out with them and nothing bad had happened which you felt was a huge success considering your previous visit to Chan’s place. Watching the streetlights pass the car window, your drooping eyelids were interrupted by your phone chiming and Seungmin and Jeongin’s conversation from the front seats. 

Goodnight baby, I miss you already ;) 

You typed back knowing that Felix wouldn’t be able to avoid the questions the others had now that you were away from them but that he could talk his way out of just about anything you had seen him do just that before, throwing out something else that could be used to take the piss out of one of the others to avoid having to admit anything .

Goodnight Lix

“So do you reckon the girlfriend thing is a cover to try to keep himself out of trouble? Or do you think there is some poor girl he’s leading on because she’s not bright enough to know what he’s like?” Jeongin asked Seungim, turning his head to look at him, his face red from the brightness of the traffic light in front of you.

“I’d like to think it's the former to be honest. Hyunjin said he got chewed out by the university head after the stuff with Nali so using it as an excuse to keep other loons away is a good cover” Seungmin shrugged checking the traffic before turning. 

“There is a third option though but to be fair I don’t even want to entertain the idea” Jeongin sighed, checking the mirror on the back of his visor to look at you while you looked at your phone pretending to be oblivious to the conversation they were having.

“I thought of that too and I’ll be honest I don’t love the idea but we can do anything about it either way” Seungmin muttered still staring out at the traffic around you.

“I know but I worry” Jeongin sighed. “What if it turns out like last time?”. Silence filled the car and you figured the conversation must be over so you leaned against the car window shutting your eyes.

“It’s not the same situation, and Felix isn’t Hyunjin” Seungmin finally conceded, making you wonder what the hell they were talking about. You stayed in the position you were in until your phone chimed again making you frown as you opened the message.

Baby. I’m sorry Hyunjin recognized the hoodie and told Minho so they have figured it out. Well they think they have figured it out.

The feeling that bloomed in your stomach was not easy to identify, it wasn’t fear and it wasn’t worry it was something else, making you wonder did you actually care if people knew you were dating Felix? Was what was happening between you even dating?. You could tell from the way Seungmin and Jeongin spoke they were referring to you and Felix just now but they didn’t seem angry, they seemed concerned or even a little bit unwilling to accept that perhaps there was something between you. 

Your thoughts were jumbled, what if the revelation of you and Felix being together made people think that there had been some truth to what Nali has said about you? Or what if by some bizarre set of circumstances your parents found out and had you pulled from university? There was no way that you could imagine that they would realistically find out, no one from home knew what you were even studying let alone what your personal life was like and none of the guys would rat you out to parents they knew treated you badly. Remaining deep in thought you missed the following messages that he sent, not even realizing until you were in your room 20 minutes later.

They won’t tell the others if you’re scared of their reactions, baby. They wouldn’t hurt you like that.

I’m willing to tell everyone we’re together if that’s what you want.

I know this is new to you, I don’t want to push you baby.

Are you overthinking again? 

I’m guessing from the silence you are, I'll give you some time then.

Staring at the messages you weren't sure how to react. You had been on one date with Felix. You had kissed him a handful of times and you had shared a bed when you had gotten caught in the rain. But the futhest he had gotten with you was making out and he had even apologized about moving to fast when you had. But the fact that he had called you his girlfriend and told you repeatedly he was serious about you didn’t change thee fact that neither of you had actually discussed it, he had told you he had said it to make girls feel less hurt when he turned them down and when he said it to you it was always unserious.

Felix, am I your girlfriend? Is that what this is? Or are you still just saying that to let other girls down gently?

You washed up and changed into some pajamas so you were ready to go to bed while you waited for him to reply with anxiety gripping at your chest as you waited for the little dots to show he was typing.

Will you give me that chance? I only want you no one else matters to me just you.

Before you could answer Felix you needed to know why Seungmin and Jeongin were comparing you and Felix to their previous roommate and Hyunjin and why it was some kind of sticking point for them and since you weren’t sure if you would get the full story from them you knew you would need to ask some of the others or even Felix before you could make a decision.

A/N: Thank you for reading my lovelies as always your support means the world to me xx

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[the1975attheirverybest]

Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Chapter 6- All I Need To Hear

Read all previous chapters here

Warnings: mentions of smut

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Somewhere, in a tour bus, on a dark American highway, Matty stirred from a dreamless sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, turning to lay on his side. He the top of his duvet was cold. He shimmied his way out of cocoon that he’d created in his sleep, his feet finally touching the floor. He stood there for a moment, wondering if he should run into the restroom first or have coffee….coffee won.

“Yo,” he attempted, but his voice was too low. Mark noticed him anyway.

“You’re awake!”

“And you….are….for some reason?” Matty scratched his head, his eyes squinting to adjust to the bright light outside of his bedroom.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” Mark shrugged.

“Right. Sorry, you always say you have a hard time with the movement.” Matty cocked his head. “It’s why you should try drugs.”

Mark chuckled. “I think I’ll stick to my herbal tea. Thanks.”

Matty threw himself down on the couch, laying his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuckkkkk” he groaned. “Think I’m still asleep, actually.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, but I’ll get it. Maybe. In a moment. Once my legs have woken up properly.”

Mark smiled, disregarding Matty’s words, he stood up and poured him a cup of coffee. Peaking in the small fridge for a moment, “you hungry?”

“You don’t have to take care of-“

“So that’s a yes then. Is toast alright? Who am I asking…you like anything to do with bread…”

Matty smiled, touched by how well Mark knew him. He peaked out the blinds, into the pitch black of night.

“Where are we?”

Mark stopped buttering the piece of bread in his hand and flicked his wrist. “Interstate.”

“Which one?”

“I75”

“So…." Matty tried to guess the schedule “we’re on our way to Charlotte?”

“Columbus, Ohio.”

“Oh. Yeah. Right. Ohio.”

“Eat.” Mark handed him his coffee and piece of toast.

“Thanks, man.”

Matty ate in silence, listening to the sounds of his own chewing, and evading Mark’s curious gaze. He knew Mark had something on his mind. He also had an idea of what it might be.

“What?!” Matty eventually said, swallowing dry.

“I haven’t said anything.”

“But you want to. So, just- go- ahead and say it!”

“Alright.” Mark inched closer towards him, clearing his throat and looking directly into Matty’s eyes. “How are you?”

Fuck. A loaded question. Matty found it impossible to look away, now that Mark had locked eyes on him. He couldn’t lie. It’s all over his face. So; instead, he shrugged, picking up his coffee mug and sipping on it, just to have something to bust himself with.

Mark said absolutely nothing, simply continuing to look into Matty’s eyes with a gentle smile.

The silence was unbearable, Matty eventually spoke just to make it stop. “I’m- im….fine. You know. I’m always fine. It’s all good.”

He pushed the plate away from him, then spoke again. “Am I- like- feeling the best I’ve ever felt? No. But- you know. What about it? It’s not like I’m fuckin suicidal or anything….and, I’m happy the boys have all got places to be and all that cuz….could you imagine if the whole band was getting all this…’backlash’? I don’t even like that word ‘backlash.’”

Matty paused to catch his breath. His own words sinking into his mind. “But yeah…it does feel a bit odd. There’s a lot happening….of course, they know. George’s been texting me. You wanna see the memes?” Matty giggled, recalling their latest text exchange. “I’ll go get my phone.”

Matty reached for his phone at the charging station, plopping down on the bed, scrolling through several unread messages from a variety of friends and acquaintances to get to George’s name. His finger hover over Amelia’s name for a moment. He opened their text chain and typed a quick “hiya. Checking in. You left before we could talk about things. Wanted to make sure you’re feeling okay about it all 😊” he sighed, reading his own words back, he felt gross. Perhaps he could rephrase things? He thought about it for a quick second and replaced the emoji with a “xx.” Then, rethinking it again, he deleted the “xx” and ended the text with a full stop. He sat there, staring at the “send” button. Why hasn’t she checked in with him though? His mind couldn’t help but go over every single torturous detail of the last time that he’d seen her. Had he done anything wrong? Had he failed to make her happy? To follow her orders? He was a bit too stubborn with his begging when she told him she didn’t want him cumming. Did she not want him to? Did he break the rules? The entire night played in his head on a loop. He remembered every moment. Her hitting his face, repeatedly. Him feeling it everywhere, from his what to his toes, begging for more. Being on his knees. Her sweet touch on his pulsing, red face. Her fingers in his mouth, on his crotch, her expression of concern once he’d lost balance and landed on the floor after she withdrew her hand. Though she sounded concerned, she still chose to pick his head off the floor by the roots of his hair. Something about that combination excited him immensely. Still, if he was being honest with himself, he kind of hoped she’d lean down and kiss him. Or say something to indicate that she knew how badly he wanted her. But she didn’t.

The pain was good. Him ending up naked and at her mercy wasn’t where he thought the night would go. But he did push her buttons. It hurt so much. And it felt so good. He loved it. Loved feeling that burning on his skin and knowing that she was the cause of it. But he wished he knew if she liked it too. The entire time, he longed to hear a word of encouragement from her. He recalls her pausing to give his cheek a quick kiss once he’d offered to count. She did actually tell him he was doing good. But how sincere was she? Was it just a platitude? Like a “thanks” you say when someone hands you the tv remote or asks if you want anything from the store? Did she know that he liked taking the pain for her? To please her? To show her that he would do anything for her ? Surely she would have said something if she’d appreciated his suffering. Once they’d stopped, he was sure she’d scoop him up in her arms and tell him how good he’d been for her. That she was happy he’d done as she’d told him. Maybe make him promise to try to eat better tomorrow. Or give him the chance to apologize better. Sure, she’d helped clean him up afterwards, but that’s the bare minimum. She did let him cling to her and bury his face in her for a bit. But he’d wanted more. Was he greedy for wishing that he could lay on top of her or be enveloped by her or feel her skin directly on his? She does have a boyfriend. One that she’d offered to break up with. He was the one to stop her. He told her not to. It’s selfish, but, that night, he really wished that she hadn’t left him alone in the room. He needed her so much. He still does. They did have sex, so, isn’t it arbitrary to draw the line at staying afterwards? Or did they even have sex? She whipped him bloody and then held his hand as he experienced his first orgasm in a long time. And then he cried like an idiot. Does that even count as sex? Fuck. The most sexual contact he’s getting these days and he’s not even sure if it really is sexual contact. What has become of him?

The welts on his ass, sending pain through him every time that he sat down or moved a bit too quickly, were a constant reminder of his failure to make her happy. she hadn’t even called or texted to ask if he was healing up nicely or if he needed anything. Where had he gone wrong? Should he have offered to get her off after? Perhaps. It wasn’t fair that she never got to cum. He just didn’t have the foresight to think in that moment. He wasn’t sure his brain was functioning at all. Everything was fuzzy and unclear. Yet again, his thoughtlessness had let her down. Even when he was doing all this for her, he still managed to make the experience about himself and his pleasure. He hadn’t meant to. It was all supposed to be for her. But somehow he got it wrong.

He deleted the text that he’d been composing, replacing it with a new one. “I’m so sorry, Amelia.” Sorry for what? Sorry is what you say if you accidentally bump into someone or if you reach for their spoon at a restaurant. What kind of words could he use for being a useless human being? What gives him the right to even reach out? Clearly, she hasn’t messaged him because she didn’t want to hear from him. He shouldn’t bother her or remind her of what a disappointment he’s been. He deleted the apology and swiped out of the text chain, finally finding George’s name.

“Okay; here it is.” He stood in the doorway, choosing a selection of texts to show to Mark.

***

Three hours behind, in Los Angeles, Amelia struggled to fall asleep in the plush hotel bed that she shared with Joshua. She couldn’t stop seeing Matty every time that her eyes closed. She’d left him crying, in bed, in nothing but his underwear. After inflecting a disorienting amount of pain on his already exhausted body. At the time, it felt like the right thing to do. He asked for it, even. Thanked her for it. He looked so beautiful wincing and smiling every time she’d hit him. He’d say ‘thank you’ and beg for more, unprompted. The dazed look in his eyes was clear proof that he wanted it just as much as she did. Though it broke her heart that he was all too eager to be punished, he’d been stoic and brave about it. Still, it was the thing that finally made him cum, so it couldn’t have been bad, right? Her heart shattered into pieces at the memory of his pained cries. He was overwhelmed. Scared to even experience pleasure. She couldn’t forget the way he’d helplessly squeezed her hand. As if begging for her to intervene. To implore his body to be less cruel on him. She wished she could help him but she didn’t know how. Did she have the power to slow things down? To heighten the pleasure and lessen the pain ? Shouldnt she know if that’s a power that she posses or not? Had she taken on a role that she’s woefully unprepared for?

she wondered if she’d gone too far. If he’d only gone along with it to make her happy. If she should’ve been gentler, slower. She remembers being on the receiving end of things like this. She never did it just to make Matty happy, though the knowledge that it pleased and amused him to hear her whimper and beg always made her excited to partake. She had no idea if he felt the same though; it never occurred to her to ask. She felt around the nightstand, in the dark, for her phone. The screen lit up, she checked it for any messages from him but there was nothing. She wished he were here right now. Wondered how he’s been doing since she’d left to get to this exhibit. Has he been eating? Sleeping? Is he feeling excited about seeing the boys again soon? About getting back onstage after a small break? He always had has smile on his face whenever he is up there. She’d missed that smile. All she could hope for was that doing his job would remind him that he wasn’t alone, that people all over the world love him, and that things do get better.

[mst3kproject]

Goncharov

Why the hell is an MST3K blog rising from the dead to review a forgotten Martin Scorcese film?  I'd never heard of this movie until it suddenly became a meme, but I had a day off work and I figured I might as well see what all the fuss was about.  Now I want to talk about what I saw, and this is the only movie blog I have, so I'm doing it here.

Ivan Goncharov is the biggest, baddest motherfucker east of the iron curtain, richer than a tsar and colder than a Siberian winter.  He's got a beef with Neapolitan mafioso Mario Giglioli, so he heads to sunny Italy to confront him in person. His closest confidante, Andrey, thinks it's suicide to do this on Giglioli's home turf but accompanies Goncharov anyway out of loyalty. What follows is a two-hour dick-measuring contest as Goncharov and Giglioli try to out-intimidate each other, culminating in an orgy of gunfire where only one will be left standing... and this is the kind of movie where you can't take it for granted that it'll be the guy whose name is the title.

That's the ostensible plot, anyway.  What makes Goncharov a far more interesting film than such an outline might imply is that the argument between the mobsters is just a backdrop.  Having set up Goncharov's hard as steel, cold as ice reputation in the first act, the movie then sets about deconstructing it.  Goncharov goes from a terrifying figure devoid of all morality to a tragic antihero, a man who has come to believe his own hype so completely that he can no longer let himself be human.

This is demonstrated mainly by watching the breakdown of his relationships over the course of the tense three days in Naples.  The most important person in Goncharov's life is Andrey, the only one he comes near being vulnerable with. Their relationship is depicted as very touchy-feely in a literal sort of way, with Andrey helping Goncharov with his coat and shoes, lighting cigarettes for him, and touching his shoulder or arm as Goncharov confides in him.  The framing emphasizes these touches in a very homoerotic way, and I don't think I've got my tumblr goggles on here.  These guys have fucked.

As Goncharov becomes more and more obsessed with being tougher and more ruthless than Giglioli, whom he sees as an effeminate softie, Andrey tries to persuade him that the other man is not worth this sort of obsession.  Whatever Giglioli did to insult Goncharov (we never find out), Andrey is of the opinion that they should just leave a dead horse in the asshole's bed and move on.  Goncharov's pride will not allow him to do that, and the less subtle Andrey is in his attempts to dissuade him, the more Goncharov pushes him away, finally abandoning him entirely.  The tragedy of the ending comes from the fact that Andrey refuses to abandon Goncharov in turn.

We also see Goncharov with his wife Katya.  He is frequently cruel to her, and she tolerates it because he gives her expensive gifts and because she is seeking a vicarious mending of her relationship with her abusive father - she was never able to earn his love, but perhaps she can earn Goncharov's.  This is doomed to failure, as much because of Goncharov as because Katya doesn't actually want it to succeed.  Nursing a black eye, Katya pours her heart out to a bartender, Sofia, who tries to help her escape... but this cannot work out, either.  As Katya herself says, she doesn't know who she is without her issues.

I am pleased to note, by the way, that every single major character in the movie is named and I can remember them all, which is a bit of a treat for me (I need to watch good movies more often).  The only exception is Goncharov himself.  The end credits list him as Ivan, but nobody ever calls him that, not even Andrey or Katya.  In a flashback scene with his parents, neither calls him by name.  This flashback, fascinatingly, is filmed in the first person, looking through Goncharov's own eyes.  We are not allowed to see him as a younger, softer man.  He refuses to show that side of himself even in the privacy of his memories.

These quieter moments contrast with scenes of ever-escalating brutality, as the Russians and Italians try to force each other to back down by the murder of underlings.  The fact that it is literally a contest, and that Goncharov is aware of this and describes it as such, makes the worsening violence ever more meaningless.  The death of Giglioli's confessor is particularly awful, and the way Goncharov's goons treat the chapel has to be ten times worse if you're Catholic (fun fact: this scene is apparently removed from the Italian version on Netflix, which must make what Andrey says while waiting for the train into a hell of a non sequitur).

At the climax, the two really can't do anything but kill each other, because it's the only place left to go.  Giglioli's priest and mistress are dead.  Goncharov's men are almost all dead or out of action, and Goncharov believes Andrey to be dead.  The initial insult, whatever it was, is no longer relevant.  They have pushed each other to a place where reconciliation is unthinkable.  Whoever blinks first loses, but both have already lost so much that victory means nothing.  Worse, each recognizes that the other is in the same position, and neither can acknowledge it.

This means Goncharov can also moonlight as an examination of violence in media.  Why do movies showcase violence, and why do we watch it?  The initial posturing serves a purpose - Goncharov wants Giglioli to know he's here to personally demand an apology, and Giglioli wants Goncharov to know he's outnumbered and should quit while he still can.  But once it becomes an exercise in one-up-manship, the 'messages’ vanish and the men are now killing for the sake of killing.  Violence in movies can often be gore for gore's sake, pulling out more and more stops in the effort to shock an audience that has been desensitized by years and years of this.  That is what Goncharov and Giglioli are doing to each other.  Truly distressing moments like the fate of the priest, or what Giuseppe "Icepick Joe" Cozzolino (dressed as a maid!) does to Sofia when he assumes she's Katya because she was in Katya's hotel room, make us wonder why we're watching this - and the mobsters wonder why they're doing it.

In the end, it's all just a blood-soaked version of the sunk cost fallacy.  Goncharov had come too far in his vendetta to stop now.  Andrey has followed him too far to turn back.  Katya has been married to him too long to leave.  Of course, any of them could quit at any time and escape from this terrible spiral, but they are unwilling to entertain the possibility.  Like Goncharov himself, Andrey and Katya are prisoners of the identities they have built for themselves, and because their identities are so tied to him, they have to go down with him.

One thing I haven't seen a lot of discussion of on tumblr is the way the film uses the contrast in climate.  Goncharov in Moscow is in his element.  When you see his breath in the wintry air it's as if he's breathing smoke like a dragon.  While other people huddle in the cold he stands up straight and tall.  In Naples, on the other hand, he is out of place.  He wears lighter clothing, but continues to choose long coats and upturned collars, while Giglioli goes around with his shirt unbuttoned.  This should serve to emphasize Giglioli's home field advantage and yet, as we see through Goncharov's eyes, they just make Giglioli look soft.  His apparent weakness makes Goncharov want to appear even stronger.

On a related note, it is interesting to me how sunlight is treated as something very unfriendly.  In Russia, it glitters on ice crystals in the air and lights up condensation, harsh and white and giving no warmth whatsoever.  In Italy it bakes and shimmers on stone and asphalt, casting harsh, black-edged shadows and emphasizing creased brows and frowning mouths.  Outdoor scenes are, as far as I can tell, always hostile interactions.  Even indoor scenes in natural light: the priest dies with harsh sunlight streaming in through the broken chapel window.  When characters are softer with each other, it is always under artificial illumination.  Sunlight is too bright, too revealing.  People like this need some shadows to hide in.

Did I like this movie?  That's a tough question.  It's not really the type of movie you 'like'.  It's definitely powerful and well-constructed, thoroughly absorbing and all that.  There's a taste of Greek tragedy in the inevitability of the ending and the way Goncharov is eaten alive by hubris.  But I wouldn't say I liked it.  The characters are all terrible people whose arcs involve them getting worse, and the whole thing feels deeply claustrophobic, as if I, too, am trapped in Goncharov's downward spiral.  When characters realize their mistakes, it is only when it's too late to correct them - but only in their own minds.  It's a very pessimistic story, about human beings who are overcome by the very worst parts of themselves.

Is Goncharov deserving of all those glowing reviews?  Yes.  Was it unfairly snubbed at the Oscars because the academy was turned off by the violence?  Probably.  Will I ever watch it again?  Fuck, no.

Excuse me, I have to go watch some Pixar movies if I ever want to smile again.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #goncharov #70's #there are horses in this movie #unreality #in case you've been on twitter or something all day #this movie doesn't exist. #i read six text posts and pulled this out of my ass at one in the morning

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

For @professionalprocrastinator22 @gravelyhalversobbing

I give you…

The 118 Ramen Chat

Eddie: uhhh how do I make ramen, do I just pour some water on it and stick it in the microwave or oven?

Buck: oven

Bobby: how about just boiling water?

Eddie: how

Teapot?

Hen: a kettle

Buck: you just put water in a pot > boil > put the noodles > put the packet stuff whenever you feel like it

Bobby: or that

Also put an egg

For extra yummy

Eddie: thanks

Do I just break the egg in the pot

Buck: yeah

Crack the egg and throw it at the ramen

Eddie: anyways

I finished

*sends photo of ramen cube in a bowl with some water*

🤤

Chim: why don’t I see water there

Eddie: tf you mean it’s right there 💀

Chim: oh just lighting

Ravi: sure hope you have something to give it flavor 😛

Eddie: uhhh salt 😛

Bobby: doesn’t it have a bag?

Ravi: you’re telling me you’ll just eat the ramen just like that? No vegetables, no broth, just water, salt and ramen?

Eddie: tf

You want me to put the bag into the water?

Bobby: …

Eddie: it’s gonna melt

Hen: what

Unpack it

Eddie: it’s a plastic bag tf

In boiling water

Ravi: open the plastic bag

Hen: the flavor

Eddie: salt 🤔❓❓❓

Ravi: WHERE IS THE FLAVOR PACK GUMMYYYYYYYYYY

Buck: ok

Inside the packaging

Were there more packages

?

Eddie: oh

Yeah

Thought it was one of those anti moisture packages

So it was flavoring 😏

Good to know for next time

Bobby: 🫥

Hen: I mean

There are instructions on the packet

100%

Just read

Eddie: shit

Maybe I shouldn’t have thrown it away 🤦🏽

Hen: well it’s still in the trash bin…?

Eddie: too late now, I ate it already 😵‍💫

Hen: the fuck did you eat?

Noodles on salted water?

Eddie: they were kinda crunchy

Buck: crunchy??????

Hen: CRUNCHY

Bobby: crunchy 🫣

Hen: LMAO

AHSAHAHAHAHA

Bobby: HEAHIUSDAS

SHSJFOROABDJXJD

Buck: did you even cook

BRUH

Ravi: 😖😤🤬

Eddie: man my stomach hurt now 🥴

Bobby: I’M OUT

*Bobby has left this conversation*

Hen: you just ate

raw noodles

And salted water

Eddie: but y’all said to put salt in for flavor 😝

Hen: I can’t

I’m laughing too much

Hahahahahaha

Buck: instant noodles has too much salt already 😨

Eddie: tf y’all said not to eat it without flavor 😰

Buck: the packaged bag

Is the flavor

????????????

Eddie: oh 🤦🏽

Ravi: Eddie, please learn to read your cooking stuff, don’t try to wing it

*Buck added Bobby to the chat*

Chim: Eddie’s cooking skills

*sends Bob the builder meme: can we fix it, no it’s fucked*

Bobby: I didn’t know you could mess up instant noodles 🫠

Buck: I mean

It’s his first time

Could be worse

Chim: you could collab with Firefox on a cooking stream

Ravi: 1. boil water

2. Pour water in bowl

3. Put ramen in

4. Put powder/oil (whichever it is) for seasoning

5. Let it soak 3-5 minutes

6. VOILA

Eddie: ok explain this

If it’s called instant noodles why did it take me 45 minutes to make

Scammed

🙃

Bobby: wait what

45 minutes?

Buck: my man took 45 minutes to cook a non-flavored half-cooked instant noodles

Eddie: 🫡

Inspiration: https://www.tumblr.com/self-loving-vampire/665151715846356992/they-really-should-teach-people-how-to-cook-in

#things i decided i could make about 911 #911 fanfic #911 fic #text fic #incorrect 911 quotes #911 abc #911 fox #tumblr made me do it #youre welcome #now these live on the internet #i think i’m funny #that’s because I am

[tanoraqui]

I would like to request a level 10, Hey, you know what would be really fucked up?, headcanon for the Silmarillion, please!

[ask meme]

Toward the end of the First Age in Beleriand, ironically DURING the War of Wrath—when the Valar had at last sent aid, yes, but it clearly still wasn’t enough; they were fighting a war hellish like it never had been before and they were still just barely evenly matched—there were Elves who took the path of Ulfang and sided with the Enemy. They were not captured and put the torment until they broke. They were not blackmailed or bribed with promises of respite for their loved ones (well, maybe a little). They were affected by the ambient negativity that Morgoth was pouring into the whole war front, a subtle (or sometimes overt) psychic miasma of malice, vindictiveness, pride, despair, and every other terrible thing in the cracks of a soul that leads to discord and defeat.

They came to the conclusion, after 500+ years of blood and fear, that their choices were acceding to the will of Morgoth or eternal blankness in the Halls of Mandos…and maybe even that alleged “place of rest” wouldn’t hold out forever against the Mightiest of the Valar in all his wrath! And they wanted to live.

Some went openly to his side, and led battalions of orcs against their kin. Some stayed silent, feeding information to the enemy and eventually, about 3/4 through the War, making an assassination attempt/attempted coup that very nearly cost Gil-Galad his life. Lalwen had to kill one of her oldest friends, put a sword through her chest and watch the Light fade from her eyes.

There weren’t many elves who did this. All we’re those who had been fighting Morgoth for many long years—no Amanyar who swept in, no ignorant Eastern Avari whom he’d been lying to for years. (He did try to woo other Elves, briefly at some point. But Elves have enough Music-sense to tell that something about this guy and those who serve him is wrong—out-of-step, out-of-place, jarringly or insidiously discordant. It’s easier to hear when not muffled by the aura of the Trees.) But even a couple dozen individuals, over the years, was a terrible blow to morale.

To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well; and by treason of kin unto kin, and the fear of treason, shall this come to pass.

#ask meme #war of wrath #eldar

[skzoologist]

Hi, your memes are really funny and made me laugh and you sound pretty cool

anyway, based on something that happened to me today, I'd like to submit a request for Bae. (They sound cute to b e honest)

A crack one shot of Bae and whatever member(s) of your choosing having to endure the awkwardness of hearing other people fucking in the next room/upstairs.(I don't really want to violate your guidelines of no smut, so that's why I thought of crack)

Personally I think it would be a really funny atmosphere to work with, what with the cringe/smirk/blank faces and the squeaking of bed springs

word count: ~950

warnings: none, the boys are all just mortified and laughing at the other

genre: crack

a/n: Hey-ho! Thank you for being the first brave one to send a non-anon ask to my humble blog, and thank you for your kind words! I'm glad my memes made you laugh, that was my goal, and I will definitely make some more every chance I get. I'm also sorry you had to experience that, hopefully you didn't have to hear it again between you requesting and me replying. It's always awful to hear it, especially with friends over. But I finally wrote this (sadly based on my own experiences, so I feel you), and I hope it is what you wanted.

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bae was tired.

Their band was on a tour, performing on the bright stage for hours, day after day. The atmosphere was always high, as if the air itself was filled with electricity, further amplified by the fans' shouting. But every member shared that same enthusiasm, shouting back and pouring their soul into their performances.

Of course, Bae was the same.

He always gave his best, no matter what. He lived and breathed for his fans, and in return, he got their support. They were what made him, well, him, the idol they all saw.

But he was so tired.

For once, he just wanted to sleep for a whole day, instead of rehearsing between every performance, even if it was just for a short minute.

That was why he immediately made a beeline for his hotel room the moment they arrived back, only a tired, lazy wave of his hand seen before he disappeared. No one stopped him, they all just mumbled out an equally exhausted goodbye to him in return.

As his feet reached the inside of the room, Bae took off his jumper -getting his arm stuck inside and huffing as a result- and shoes, just haphazardly throwing them onto the floor. He would put them away tomorrow, but he was just done with today.

Just as he was about to finally sit down on the bed after changing into some light nightwear, his lips pulled into a line as he remembered he had to do his nightly skin care routine. How he hated being an idol at that moment. Stupid needing to look good. Stupid jumper. Stupid cream that almost got into his eye. Agh!

With a final huff, he put the lid back on the tube, the last step of his routine finally done. After carding his hand through his hair in frustration, he sighed and dragged his tired body to the bed.

Even though he missed his own bed, this one looked just as inviting at that moment, if not even more.

The moment his head hit the pillow, it was empty, finally free from the endlessly circling questions inside. He was at peace, his exhausted body winding down and relaxing. It didn't take long for his consciousness to start slipping, going towards the land of dreams.

Until he heard a thud from above.

Well, whoever was above may have fallen down, who knew. So he let it go and went back to his journey to dreamland.

Until he heard another thud. Louder than the previous, followed by more questionable sounds.

'Maybe... maybe the person fell over again?' - Bae thought, his eyes having popped open and his brows furrowed in confusion.

He laid there, his ears honed onto any sound that came from above, even though a part of him didn't want to know what was happening there. But he didn't listen to that part, no, he was waiting in silence.

And then it happened. The thing he feared the most.

He heard a moan.

No matter how much he wanted to live his life in denial, he couldn't ignore the loud sounds coming from above. He tried shutting his eyes again, to try and sleep, even with a pillow tightly clutched to his ears, but nothing worked! So he just sat up, deep disgust and annoyance etched into his frail features, not knowing what to do. He might have brought his noise-cancelling headphones with him, but he wasn't sure where it was and he was too tired to search for it at that moment.

Bae didn't know how long he sat there for before light poured into his room, his door being opened by someone.

"Oh yea, Bae hyung can hear it too alright." - Felix commented, both amusement and pity on his face. "Oh my god, Hyung, your face!" - that was all the little squirrel could get out, before he doubled over in laughter, followed by Jeongin and Felix.

Bae simply stared at them, the lines on his face merely becoming more prominent. The three just laughed for a few minutes, Felix being the one who recovered the fastest and going to Bae's side. The other two soon followed, piling on top of Bae's bed and leaning on the male.

They were all quiet, which, in itself was a miracle, because if Bae knew anything about his band members, he knew they weren't quiet. Ever.

With a quick glance at them all, he could tell they felt just as awkward as him. Based on what Lix had said, all of them'd heard the sounds of the tango from above, preventing them from sleeping. That was why they seeked the other out, but it was still... awkward, to be in the other's presence, in the current situation.

Nobody said much, besides a few sentences of basic small talk.

So they sat there, in their own silence, grimacing -it would have been hilarious, had it not been for the squeaking and moaning-, until a particularly loud sound could be heard and something in Bae snapped. He took in a big breath and quietly cleared his throat.

"How about we go and take a walk around the hotel? We can check their buffet, like you wanted in the morning, Lixie." - at his gentle, deep voice, everyone startled a bit, used to the silence.

But soon their expressions brightened, an excited sunshine incarnate dragging Jisung -who was the closest to him- along out the door with frightening speed.

"Dal hyung, your favouritism is showing." - Jeongin cheekily commented, running away before Bae could even process what just happened. "Yah, Innie, you lying little menace, stop running so fast!"

#maybe a bit short #but i wanted to get it out to you finally #Bae is not biased #not always anyway haha #no #Felix just latched onto him pretty early on because he can speak english well #stray kids #skz #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #stray kids oc #skz oc #glacial prince #lee felix #han jisung #yang jeongin #request #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Eleven

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff then dom bucky took over, praise kink, oral f and m receiving, p in v, filthy dirty talking, fingering, graphic described p with plot, swearing, filth, filth, filth, bucky barnes is a warning.

Word Count: 4.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Ten || Chapter Twelve

The rain began a week after Bucky had arrived, pelting down against the window, with an excited phone call from you waking him up to watch the first rain of the year with you. It was tradition you had told him, an uncanny ability to figure out that it was raining, you always made sure to watch the first bit of rain.

Paired with his sleepy, low drawl this might just be your favourite year of rain yet. 

“I can see why you enjoy the rain.” He admires it from the hotel window, rivulets cascading down speedily as the rain picks up.

“It is my favourite time, well, apart from winter maybe but I have to see snow to make the decision, till then monsoon takes first place.” You chuckle.

“I think you will love the New York snow, maybe where mum stays more so, the whole backyard gets covered and we usually clear a small path. Hot chocolate and putting up the lights.” He smiles, his heart beating quicker as his mind draws up images of you being beside him—tucked close so you don’t get cold, probably peppering your face with warmth filled kisses, having traditions with you to follow on Christmas. Mistletoes in every room so you have to kiss him.

“Bucky?” Your voice sounds worried as though it wasn’t the first time you called for him.

He focuses, on the window and the rain has stopped. Then he looks back down at his phone meeting your gaze. 

“Bucky, did, did the rain trigger something? I’m so sorry I should have asked—,” You run your gaze over him trying to find the hints of distress you may have missed. 

“Doll, Doll, no, no, I was just lost in thought about the winter.” He admits, cheeks warming.

“What about the winter?” You smile relieved, he sounds  excited.

“Just what would it be like if my favourite person would be there with me.” He teases, you chuckle.

“Would you help me make a snowman?” You ask, in a sing song voice.

“Doll, I’d help you make a snow Eiffel Tower.” He promises. 

You giggle, “But no snowball fights. I’d lose.” 

He frowns, “Why?” 

“One, you have more experience with snow. Two, you literally trained as a sniper, Sergeant Barnes. Three, I just want to make out with you in the snowfall and rain. Bucket-list items.” You inform, his laughs. 

“Well I think we should be able to tick off one of those two things provided the rain continues.” He says, grinning, already planning in his head to have his phone set to record the moment. 

“Meet me for breakfast?” He adds. 

“I’ll be there in half an hour?” You offer already grabbing your clothes. 

“Can’t wait to see you, Doll.” He smiles happily, hoping the rain would continue. The hotel did have a lovely garden out back and a floral display. 

You meet Bucky at the entrance of the hotel his hand outstretched and wide grin on his face as your fingers intertwined. 

The rain was pouring around, puddles formed on the ground. The thud of rainfall dropped as he took you across the lobby into the garden. 

“Bucky we don’t have an umbrella.” You warn still following him down the steps to the garden. 

“We don’t need it, my girl wanted kissing in the rain and kissing in the rain she will get.” He smiles back up at you, on the last step the rain making dark spots on his shoes. 

You grin at him, kissing his cheek. Bucky laughs as he tugs on your arm you both break into a sprint and shriek as the cold raindrops soak your clothes. 

He takes you towards the floral backdrop, lined with pink flowers and to your mirth, the very lilies of which he had sent a bouquet to you. 

Bucky pulls you close your arms wrap around his shoulders, his hair damp and droplets cascade down his face, his eyes full of mirth and his grin that sis reserved for you is upon his lips. 

“I love you, James Barnes.” You confess, Bucky’s heart surges, your hair sticks to your forehead he pushes it away, the raindrops run over your skin and you shiver against him as the wind picks up. 

The rain pelting down harder and thunder rumbles. The scent of petrichor surrounds the two of you. 

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” His hand cups your jaw, your lips meet. 

As the rain continues around you, a few droplets seeping into the kiss making the two of you laugh. 

Bucky chuckles as your forehead rests against his own. 

His blue eyes hold so much of adoration and his lips are against your own frantic and fully of need. You press yourself to him, his hand tugs on your hair having moved from your jaw. 

You tilt your head back, his lips pressing kisses to your jawline and neck. Tongue sweeping over the spot that has you keen and tug on his tshirt. 

“James.” You whimper as he marks the skin of your neck. Bucky continues savouring the taste of your skin, addicted now that he knows how you feel against him, addicted at how you taste. 

Your right hand tangles in his hair tugging upon it, he groans against the sensitive spot on your neck. Your thighs clench, 

“Bucky, room, please.” You beg, he nods against your neck. 

“I’m going to devour you.” He presses another hungry kiss to your lips. 

Reluctantly pulling away to lead you up to his room, not the suite he shared with Peter but another room he took on for moments with you. 

For when you would want to stay late, for when he would pretend your return from university was back to a shared home. 

To pretend that little room was a small house. A house he could make a home with you. 

Bucky’s lips part pulling him out of his thoughts as your lips latch upon his neck, small bites and kisses, you tug on his shirt. 

His hand moves from your waist, over your warm skin. You feel right, just made for him.  

“Bucky, shirt, off.” You lean back, straddling him with a slight annoyance. 

Bucky chuckles, eyes raking over you just clad in your panties. You grab the hem of his shirt. 

“Impatient.” he teases, then groans, hips bucking into your palm as you touch him through his jeans. 

“I see, which one of us is impatient again?” You tease back, Bucky shakes his head. Your lips move along his collar bones, his hand grips your waist. 

You move with purpose, this, you both having sex was finally occurring. Your lips move along his left shoulder, Bucky takes in a sharp inhale and you pause. 

“Don’t, don’t stop, just, still takes me by surprise, Doll.” He brings his hand to brush your cheekbone. 

“Anytime, at any point,” you remind him, he nods,

“I can say no and so can you.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

His hand moves along your back, memorising the feel of your flesh against his own. Your hips move against him, a whimper pressed against the first scar your lips touch when he has you grind down against him harder. 

Bucky closes his eyes, only focusing upon the softness of your lips, pressing kisses over his marred shoulder, your gentle fingertips moving over his flesh, he attempts to hold back the tears, at being treated with such tenderness. 

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brush over his larger scar. 

“I see you.” You whisper as your thumb brushes over where the stitches were placed. 

“I see only you, whole. I love you, all of you.” Your voice cracks slightly and your lips brush over his cheeks where his tears had escaped. 

Bucky’s tear stained gaze meets yours and he presses his lips to your own, tasting the remnants of your chapstick and the salt from his tears. 

Your thumbs wipe away the remaining tears, resting your forehead against his, Bucky takes a few breaths then opens his eyes. You pull back slightly and his gaze falls to your breasts. 

“Fucking gorgeous.” He cups the flesh, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb. Lips latching onto the other, biting down on your nipple. 

Your back arches, fingers tangling with his hair. Tugging upon it, a mix of his name and pleas of more fall from your lips. 

Bucky switches between his hand and tongue giving attention to the hardened pebble and you believe he can feel how wet you are through his jeans, softly grinding yourself against him. 

“Fuck, Doll, if you keep going I won’t last.” He murmurs, lips back on yours his tongue exploring your mouth. 

Your hands move to unbutton his jeans needing to feel him closer, finally taste him as well. 

The kiss parts and you move to help him take off his jeans, it gets caught over his knees and he lets out a chuckle. 

“I think we should be patient.” He huffs, swiftly standing and taking off his jeans. 

“I’m quiet eager for your cock.” You admit kneel, moving across the bed till you’re at the edge of the bed, fingers trailing over the waistband of his boxers. 

Bucky watches you with darkened, lust blown eyes as your index fingers hook at the sides, you prompt him to move back making way for you to stand, dropping to your knees with his boxers in tow. 

His cock seems painfully hard, coated with precum and begging to be touched. When you look up at him, licking your lips a moan responds from him. 

He circles his thumb over his head, gathering the precum and spreading it across your bottom lip, his thumb retreats, when your tongue tastes him you moan. 

“Look at you, wanting your sweet little mouth filled with my cock don’t you?” He grasps your jaw, having you look into his eyes from his cock. You nod. 

“Words, Doll, or have you forgotten all that we have discussed? Hm?” He questions, smirking when you can’t focus on anything but wanting him in your mouth. 

“Please, fuck my mouth.” You plead, looking up at him, Bucky swears his cock grows harder at your breathy voice and needy whimper as you shift on your knees for some much needed friction. 

“Go on, have a taste.” He allows, your hands rest against his thighs. 

Leaning in, you trace your lips along his shaft. Small licks at the base, as you move towards the tip, you cup his balls in your hands and his hips buck forward and a string of curses leave his mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He breathes, groaning as you take him into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, slacking your jaw and flattening your tongue. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so pretty, your lips all stretched around me.” He praises, his fingers run over your hair, admiration coating his eyes and words. 

When you begin to bob your head, slowly then picking up pace his fingers grip your head, he begins to move you at a pace he pleases, you continue to squeeze at his balls at every few moments. 

Bucky realises when he gives a harsher thrust you moan and your fingers tighten around him. 

“Look at you, so fucking gorgeous like this, need to make this last Doll,” He hisses as you whine in protest. The sound so needy. Your greed for him almost breaks his resolve. 

“I promise to fill that pretty mouth up, but I want a taste of my pussy. I told you how much I was to taste you.” His grip tilts your head and his cock is no longer in your mouth, you huff. 

“Y/N.” He chastises.

“James.” You mimic almost rolling your eyes. 

“Didn’t know you had such a brat in you.” He shakes his head, kneeling himself. 

His index and middle finger circle your lips, you draw them in, sucking on them. Bucky watches with hooded eyes and parted lips. He pulls his fingers away with a wet squelch, tracing them from your sternum, over your stomach and abdomen, as he inches towards the waistband of your panties, he smirks. 

“Soaked through the fabric.” He murmurs, “Spread your knees apart.” 

You do as he says, his fingers trace over the fabric, your stomach flexes and you almost grind down on his fingers. 

He pushes the fabric aside, fingers trace over your folds, tapping your clit. 

“B-bucky,” You hold onto his shoulders as the circles on your clit get quicker, he pinches it and you cry out his name. 

“Get on the bed, panties off and legs spread.” He stands first, offering you his hand, you rise on shaky legs, taking off your panties you hand them to him.

“You aren’t getting these back, Doll.” He admires the flush on your skin, the thin sheen of sweat coating you. The way your chest moves with each breath and the way your pussy is glistening for him. The way his dog-tags move on your skin, awakens something primal within him.

You lay back against the pillows, legs shyly spread apart, the heat of Bucky’s gaze has more warmth pool in your abdomen and you feel yourself grow wetter as he licks his lips before he moves across the bed, head nestled between your thighs, he blows over cunt and you whimper. 

“Clenching around nothing. Don’t worry, I will fill my pussy up. First I will taste her, waited months for this, would wait longer.” His tongue circles around your clit then moves towards your entrance you cry out. 

Your thighs clench and Bucky hums at your taste, lapping at your folds like a starved man, he shifts your left leg under his chest and right kept spread apart by his hand. 

He pulls away, “Look at me, Doll.” 

Your eyes open and his lips and chin are coated with you. 

“Bucky—more, please.” You plead, fingers fisting at the sheets. 

He uses his elbow to keep your legs spread apart and his thumb circles your clit while he laps at your entrance. Then his index finger circles you, mouth sucking on your clit your hips arch. Thighs shift closer only causing Bucky to moan against you. 

His words from before echo in your mind. 

“When I eat you out and your thighs don’t warm my ears, you will be in trouble, I don’t care about anything but tasting you and making you cum.”

You feel your orgasm closing in as he inserts a third digit, moving deep. 

Your thighs shake and Bucky admires how your skin moves, how your flesh responds to him. 

He relishes that he can do this to you, have you fall apart for him. The way your thighs tighten around him. 

He wants to praise you, for remembering his words. So he does that, increasing the pace of his fingers and circling his tongue. 

A melody of your moans mixed with his name and swearing reach his ears. 

He gives one final loud moan against your clit and it sends you over the edge, the white hot pleasure searing through you as you arch upwards, hips stuttering as Bucky continues with his movements making you shake through your orgasm. 

Bucky presses his lips to each thigh, then to your clit that has you whimper, he presses a kiss over your pubis. 

A kiss over each hipbone. You breath hitches as you realise, he’s showing you his adoration, his love, his want. Bucky wants you to know how much this means for him, how much you mean to him. Words can only help so much. Can only say so much.

“So wonderful, so very good to me, such pretty sounds.” He lays kisses over your abdomen.

“So good for me,” A kiss over your stomach, over the stretch marks that you used to be hesitant to show him.

“So absolutely beautiful.” A kiss to your upper abdomen, his hand trailing the path led by his lips.

“So fucking delicious.” A kiss on your sternum.

“All mine to have.” A kiss to each nipple you preen.

“All mine to love.” A kiss pressed right where your heart beats, the kisses continue to your neck, then jaw.

When he strokes your cheek your glassy eyes meet his, 

“Bucky.” Your voice raw, emotion overwhelming you and him.

“All mine. Always. Never letting you go, Doll. Fell in love with you more every day. Did I tell you? That you carry my heart with you? It is yours and I do not want it back.” His kiss is now against your lips.

His arm holds him up and your legs wrap around his hips, his confession anchoring into your heart, words seared into memory.

“I love you, Bucky.” You speak against his lips and he relents, wanting to just be lost in you. 

You pull away, panting, his breath fanning over your heated skin.

“I’m going to be selfish for once in my life, because you know, I’ve given up so much, I, I’m not going to give you your heart back. It’s mind to have and love. And I will. Till you want me too.” Your voice cracks.

“My heart, it is yours forever, I’m yours forever.” Bucky promises.

“I’m yours forever so is my heart.” You cup his cheeks, stroking your thumb over his cheek bone. His stubble slightly tickles your palm, the soft lines by his eyes, his kiss bitten lips. 

Bucky shifts back onto his knees, taking a moment to take it all in, you sit up. 

“I love you.” He cradles your face, peppering kisses, you giggle as his stubble tickles you.

He chuckles, “So much for using my stubble to tease your overstimulated flesh,” 

He adores the fact that you two can be this way. So lost in each other yet able to find moments of mirth. His worry dissipated with the way the two of you mould together, fitting as though designed for each other. 

You admire him in this quiet moment, the way he shows himself to you. The way he showers his love upon you. You gaze at him, sweat sheen coating him, the scent of his scent of citrus and spice only amplified and surrounding you.

The way his lips confess his love and also draw sounds you haven’t made for anyone but him.

“Bucky,” You bite upon your lip, neediness for him returning.

“Yes, Doll?” He can already tell, with the way he can see your cunt glistening again, all for him.

“Need you inside me.” You confess, he licks his lips, “Lay back.”

Bucky knows his cock loves the warmth of your cunt, the way he coats his cock in your juices before he eases himself into you, both of you moaning as he stretches you out.

“So fucking—“ He groans as your legs wrap around his hips, the angle prompting him to go deeper. His arm shakes as he holds himself up. His head buried in the crook of your neck, allowing you a moment to adjust.

“Fuck—James, move, plea—,” 

He pulls out, till only his tip remains inside and he moves back in, cutting off your plea turning it into mewls.

“So, full—,”

“So goddamn tight—fuck,” 

His pace increases, driving into you, your grip on his back digging in nails leaving crescents and Bucky increases his pace further. The wet squelch as your cunt spasms around him, your orgasm drawing close, he doesn’t relent.

“Fuck—Doll, touch yourself,”

“I’m—,” You take your right hand between the two of you, rubbing over your clit and your cunt squeezes his cock.

“Fuck, Doll, you’re close aren’t you? Keep going, fuck— squeezing me so tight, not going to last long,” He shifts, closer, your back off of the bed as he has you arched against him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Buck—,” You are a mess of his name and broken whimpers and moans.

“I know you’re there,” His cock brushes over the spot that has you thrash under him. He keeps moving his hips in that position, every thrust and circle of your fingers increases the pleasure climbing up your spine.

Bucky admires the way your breasts move, he shifts in the slightest, one nipple in his mouth and your cunt spasms around him, with a loud cry of his name your orgasm takes over, arching up. Bucky lets go of your nipple.

In your haze you try to find his lips to ground you, or set you off further, “Bucky, Bucky, mark me, fill me up—,” You babble and circle your hips, he loses himself inside you.

“Y/N, Doll, fuck—,” Your name prayed over and over by him, as he fills you up, his orgasm shattering through him. You meet him weakly for each remaining thrust. Your clit pulses as he circles his hips.

The ringing silence in your ears dies down and your breaths echo through the room. 

Bucky pants, but gazes down to where he still is inside you, his eyes closed as his body reminds him of the pleasure it just went through.

He looks up at you, you place soft kisses against his cheek, jaw, temple.

“When can we do that again?” You question, a soft giggle as his breathy chuckle.

“Let a man recover from the best orgasm of his life, Doll. Then you can give me another one.” He chuckles, placing a kiss to your temple. 

Slowly he pulls out of you as your legs unwrap from his hips. You feel yourself clench for him as he retreats to the bathroom, bringing back a two warm towels to clean you and himself.

Bucky lays down after discarding the towels, you shift to curl against his right side his arm around you, thumb tracing over your arm. 

You do the same traces over his chest. 

Bucky presses his lips to your forehead, you close your eyes savouring the moment.

“Get some rest, Doll, I’m not done with you yet.” He smirks when you look up at him.

You shift, hooking one leg over him and carefully straddling him, right over his abdomen. You look at him with an innocent smile.

“I don’t need rest, when it comes to you, Mr. Barnes.” You play with the dog-tags of his that rest between your breasts, Bucky feels himself grow hard. 

Bucky admires you, sending a silent thanks to the fates above that he found you, the love bites he left on you begin to bloom, you shift forward, your lips every so slightly away from his own, he reaches up, brushing them against yours.

“Go on, Doll. Ride me.” His nose brushes against yours, “I can feel how wet you are,” Somehow he is able to flex the muscles of his lower abdomen and your clit pulsates.

“Go on baby, my cock is yours to use, want to see you fall apart on top of me.”

He sits up when you sit, allowing him to use the headboard as a back rest, when you straddle him again, slowly inching yourself down on his cock. Your walls clench around him, welcoming the stretch and fullness he brings, your hands move to his shoulders, you circle your hips around him.

“So fucking perfect. Made for me.” Bucky whispers, his thumb circling your clit and you know what small shred of dominance you held is shattering with every movement of his, your hands squeeze his shoulders.

“Always need you to cum more than once for me. Don’t worry that sweet little mind of yours, I’ll keep count.” He murmurs, as your whimpers and soft moans grow more and you begin to shift on him ever so slightly.

Bucky watches you, loving every sound, every, mewl he draws from you, you fall apart soon enough, his hand moves to your waist, squeezing your flesh then his hand cups your ass, you look up at him, with dazed eyes.

“Ride me, Doll. Ride me like you’ve always wanted and told me you would. Want to fill you up again, want to feel your cunt squeeze my cock.” His words have you moving his hand setting the pace and you lock your gaze onto his, your nipples brushing against his chest with each movement, you know you’re going to fall apart quicker, you know Bucky knows too.

“Greedy girl didn’t want to rest.” He teases, pinching your clit as your orgasm takes over and you cum undone, he grasps your hip, knees bent and suddenly you’re under him again as he begins to fuck you.

Your mouth and mind only knows his name and asking him for more; he absolutely loves the fact. 

Every orgasm your hips meet his, every kiss shared in between, hands exploring his body, his hand already knowing you. 

Every breath of love confessed, the aftercare that follows, soft warmth. his lips, his touch his words. Your words, your caresses, you.

Bucky pulls your exhausted form closer, the entire day spent tangled in each other only sitting apart for food at his insistence. 

The rain outside begins again. Your back against his chest as you both watch the raindrops, tangled in sheets.

Bucky finds sleep found him easier today, you turn, your head against his chest and your arm around him.

The last coherent touch from you he registers is the kiss you press to his chest, right over his heart.

a.n: at first i was like i need to put so much more in this chap because i wanted only 12 chaps, then bucky looked at me and said no you will increase the chapters and i as a writer made the informed decision and no my character did not become sentient lol jokes aside i hope you all enjoyed this chapter

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[marypsue]

Ooh, I know quite a few of these but I am most intrigued by relativity falls but it's stranger things. I am very curious as to what that looks like

[from this meme]

Ah yes, the Stranger Things ageswap AU! Also known by its working title, that same small town in each of us. This one got its document title from its premise, which comes from Gravity Falls fandom, where an AU that swaps the ages of the two main groups of characters (called Relativity Falls) is huge. I was a little baffled, when I first started dabbling in Stranger Things fandom, by how much the two shows had in common and how much overlap there was between the fandoms, but how this concept hadn't seemed to turn up in Stranger Things fandom at all.

The basic concept is season one of Stranger Things, except the kids are the teens, the teens are the adults, and the adults are the kids. So Hawkins, Indiana Chief of Police Nancy Wheeler is investigating the mysterious disappearance of twelve-year-old Joyce Byers, her old high school flame Jonathan Byers' youngest child. Joyce's best friends, Jim Hopper and Nancy's daughter Karen Harrington, are also looking for Joyce - and find a monster instead. And sixteen-year-old Mike Harrington's bonding with Jonathan's son Will over searching for Will's missing sister - and helping hide the tattooed psychic punk they found badly injured in the woods from the United States government. Also, Nancy's ex-husband Steve Harrington is just trying to parent his estranged children and stop seeing monsters that definitely can't be there coming out of the walls.

I am stuck, badly, in the middle bit, and desperately trying to figure out how to get from there to the big third-act reveal that I've got up my sleeve (noticing a pattern, here?). Also, I'm painfully in love with Extremely Divorced police chief Nancy.

In that vein, have a sample:

Nancy’s woken by a hammering on the inside of her skull. It takes her a moment to regain her bearings and work out that it’s also coming from the front door of her trailer.

She squeezes her eyes shut and then opens them again, sits up on the couch and then immediately wishes she hadn’t. The morning light is searingly bright. It feels like somebody poured sand under her eyelids while she was out. Her stomach is threatening mutiny. Her limbs all seem to belong to somebody else – a much clumsier somebody else. The room reels.

And that relentless hammering hasn’t let up.

“All right,” Nancy groans, pressing a hand over her eyes and leaning into the relative cool of her palm gratefully until the angle makes her precarious stomach lurch. Did something crawl into her mouth and die while she was out? It tastes suspiciously plausible. “All right, I’m coming!”

It takes her two tries to get up off the couch. She bangs her shin, hard, against the coffee table as she makes her way across the living room, and barely keeps from faceplanting into the carpet. There’s a glassy rattle as the bottle and her mug wobble against the table’s surface, and Nancy just manages to catch the bottle before it topples over and pours the last half-inch or so of whiskey all over the papers still scattered across the tabletop.

The hammering starts up again while Nancy’s in the middle of this delicate operation, and she swears under her breath before bracing herself to risk a yell. “I said I’m coming!”

When she swings the door open, blinking into the blinding glare, Jonathan Byers takes a startled step back.

“You look like shit,” he says.

“I feel like shit,” Nancy answers. “What is it?” Fear settles like a stone through the turmoil in her stomach. There’s a lurch as her brain finally, finally engages and kicks into gear. “Not Joyce?”

Jonathan frowns at her, but Nancy’s pretty sure it’s confused, not angry. “No. You called me. Last night? You said you had new information you wanted to share with me?”

Nancy doesn’t remember doing anything of the sort. “Um.”

Jonathan’s eyes narrow a little farther. He doesn’t sound surprised, just disappointed. “You’ve been drinking.”

Nancy makes a token effort to straighten up, shaking out the mess she knows her hair must be and smoothing down the front of her hopelessly wrinkled, obviously-slept-in tee shirt. Too late, she realises she’s wearing her pyjamas – which is to say, one of Barb’s tee shirts with the café logo splashed across the chest, and a pair of boxers she’s pretty sure she stole from Steve. How very professional. “What I do when I’m off duty is none of your business.”

Jonathan’s frown doesn’t change. “It is while my daughter’s still missing.”

Nancy lets her eyes sink shut.

“Ally told me I might find you here,” Jonathan says, out of the darkness of the inside of Nancy’s eyelids. There’s a begrudging sympathy in it as he adds, “She said she wasn’t really expecting you in today. That Barbara had died.”

Nancy doesn’t open her eyes. The breath that escapes her sounds suspiciously like a sigh.

“You should come in,” she says, making up her mind.

She knows even as she says it that it’s a bad idea. That she shouldn’t be sharing this kind of information with a civilian, especially not this early in the investigation, especially not one who’s so closely involved in the case – but. It’s Jonathan. Whatever the stupid rumours about him had been back in high school, he’s about as likely to have had anything to do with his own daughter’s disappearance as he is to grow wings and fly.

And if she really had called him last night, Nancy knows why. Their exposé for the school paper on lunchroom dessert-hoarding had gotten them both that summer internship at the Post the year they graduated. Nancy Wheeler is not someone who needs people, but even she has to admit, when it comes to this kind of stuff, she works better with Jonathan than with anyone else.

And, it might be smart to get a second set of eyes on her theory, before she tries to put it in front of Erica Sinclair.

Jonathan hesitates on the step, face screwing up in a grimace, and Nancy sighs, again. Of course, she should have considered the possibility that he’d take her invitation the wrong way. “Strictly platonic. I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

Nancy’s a little surprised when Jonathan actually follows her though the door into the living room. She tries not to take the way he looks around as an insult. “I haven’t had a chance to clean up,” she says, grabbing dirty dishes off the coffee table and sweeping unopened mail back into the basket by the door that was supposed to hold it. “Wasn’t expecting visitors.”

“You called me,” Jonathan reminds her, with a twist of a wry smile. And then his eyes settle on the wall behind the couch, and the smile is replaced with confusion. “What is that?”

Nancy’s already on her way over to the kitchenette, dumping her armload of dishes into the little sink. She has to pause for a long moment, leaning over the sink, shutting her eyes and taking careful breaths. Neither her head or her stomach are thanking her for the sudden burst of movement.

“Nancy?”

Nancy holds up a hand behind her, one finger raised, for Jonathan to wait a moment. She breathes in, breathes out, and then straightens up, sweeping a handful of stray curls out of her face. God, she needs a shower. She shouldn’t have let Jonathan in here. Shouldn’t have let him see her like this.

She’s aware of movement behind her, and then the quiet clatter of opening and closing cabinet doors. “What are you doing?”

Jonathan looks back over his shoulder in the middle of opening the cabinet over the stove. “Making coffee. Where do you keep it?”

Nancy points. Jonathan opens the cabinet she’s pointing to, pulls out the tin of instant coffee, and then grabs the kettle off the stove. He looks up at her for the first time, obviously realising he’ll have to get by her to the sink to fill it, and falters. “You, uh, look like you need it.”

Nancy manages a rueful smile, and holds out a hand for the kettle. Jonathan passes it over, and she sticks it under the faucet. “You don’t have to mother me.”

Jonathan just shrugs, taking the full kettle back from her and turning his back to put it on the stove. “Seems like maybe somebody should. Mugs?”

He doesn’t stop at coffee, either. While Nancy’s pouring boiling water over instant coffee in a pair of mugs and trying not to gag at the almost overwhelming smell rising off them as she stirs, Jonathan finds a new loaf of bread somewhere – Nancy has no idea where, maybe her freezer? – and throws two slices into the toaster. It’s not exactly an enormous culinary effort, but it’s definitely all that she can handle right now, so Nancy’s willing to give him all the credit she would for a four-course dinner.

“Put something in you,” Jonathan says, handing Nancy the plate as she settles into her armchair, “and then explain what you’ve done to your wall.”

#chatter #stranger things ageswap au tag #this is mary's fic tag #stranger things

[cheesus-doodles]

meme-anon here ! And I just wondering if things went as the anime went where Baji un-alives himself,Mikey beats up Kazutora,Kazutora gets arrested,etc.How would newly released kazutora react to seeing reader after 10 years?

(its 3am and i got school in 4 hours send help)

meme anon! hope you managed to get that sleep you needed friend, it’s a bit for me to say that now lmao - sorry for the silence my folks, not me trying to work on 10000 things at the same time and taking forever to do anything...

Link to Leaving You | Light of Day (Valhalla Ending AU)

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Guilt, shame, misery, all the emotions that Kazutora thought he had managed to overcome, thought he managed to recover from (or at least bury deep down where he can avoid dealing with them), would instantly come roaring straight back out when he finds you and Chifuyu waiting patiently for him outside prison on his release day. And on top of that, definitely a good heap of surprise - this boy definitely thought that you would have forgotten about him in the ten years that had passed, maybe even moved on with your own life and leave him behind in the shadows.

There would probably be quite a lot of convincing needed to get Kazutora to meet you if it was Chifuyu doing the talking, given he would probably just drop his gaze and try to walk away as if he didn't recognize either of you. But just a call of his name from you and an offer of a warm hug would be enough to break every last wall down, you not even flinching when he comes barreling into your arms like he always did in the past. The apologies, the tears, everything he wanted to tell you would come pouring out through hiccups and wails as you stand there and let him cry it all out into your shoulder, a gentle hum on your lips, one hand running through his hair.

Would never admit it, but this boy would have been so lonely serving his time alone in prison, refusing to try and find any buddies or join any groups, instead fighting to keep himself as isolated as possible, to punish himself for what he did. Thought that he didn't deserve to be happy.

And I think that it wasn’t like you didn’t try to come and visit him while he was in prison, because you definitely did. Losing a friend as close to you as Baji would have sent you spiraling into a dark place, but it was the knowledge that Baji wouldn’t want you to blame Kazutora that would eventually have you coming to terms with what Baji did and help you to forgive Kazutora. But every time you turned up, the guard would go and retrieve your friend for his visit, only to return empty-handed and tell you that he had refused to come out of his cell, leaving you to return home with your heart in pieces.

You never did stop trying throughout the years, visiting to the point you became friends with the guards, even asking the others to help you out to try and meet Kazutora, to tell him at the earliest possibility that you forgave him, to not be so hard on himself. But despite your effort, it would be ten years before you saw your friend again.

Now with you back in his life and by his side, gently supporting him and helping him to take it day by day, this boy starts learning to move forward in life, going about making amends to the others for what he had done. With your intervention, I would think the other Toman founders would be open to welcoming him back as a friend, or at the very least forgiving him and parting ways amicably.

You probably would have learnt of Kisaki’s involvement at some point, either through the good old vineyard, or from the rumors and small talk that delinquents freely give out even with you in earshot - they probably thought that you would have no idea what they were even talking about. Not much you could do being as uninvolved as you were, but you do try to help take care of Mikey on behalf of your friends that were not part of the new Toman gang, being the moral weight that kept him as grounded, balanced and safe from the other's influence and himself as much as you could. And it is through you that Kazutora finally gets to meet face to face with Mikey and apologize for what he has done, and though it was clear that they would never be friends again, at least Mikey would stop throwing a fit when you left to go out with Kazutora.

#yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers kazutora #mikey x reader #baji x reader #kazutora x reader #kazutora #sano manjiro #keisuke baji #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers mitsuya #draken x reader #mitsuya x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev imagines #tokyorev #yandere platonic #cheesus answers #yandere platonic toman #luvxna #meme anon

[bluecatwriter]

Writer asks

O ho HO heck yeah I love surveys! (Thanks for the tag, @mrpinniped!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

109 and counting! 

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

356,656

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Dracula, but I have racked up a fair number of Dorian Gray and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea fics, plus some Jekyll and Hyde, Frankenstein, and Moby Dick.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Doors Everywhere

I Too Can Love

In Every Sense

Angels Unawares

For Safety Reasons

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond— comments always make my day, so I want to let people know that I appreciate them (plus it's fun to chat about plot points or characterization details with readers!).

6. What's the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

Probably The Breaking Point, where Jonathan dies before he even reaches Dracula's castle.

7. What's the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

A lot of my fics have very happy/sappy endings, but probably the most unabashedly happy one is Love Multiplying. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Fortunately I have gotten only a few snarky comments here and there; the comments are overwhelmingly positive.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ugh, so much smut. One moment I'm minding my own business, the next moment I'm tearing my hair out trying to write yet another threesome without making it turn out confusing and/or incredibly goofy. My favorite smut is the kind that's the site for dealing with a lot of Big Feelings (even though those are the hardest to write), but I also write fluffy, not-very-serious scenes too.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a few Dracula/Dorian Gray crossovers, which have been a lot of fun!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not for fanfiction, though I've done a fair amount of cowriting in the past on other kinds of writing projects.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have a lot of favorites, but Jonathan/Mina has got to be the top! I absolutely adore them as a couple, and more than that, their relationship is a non-negotiable backdrop of every Dracula fic I write. I just can't imagine splitting them up!

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but don't think you ever will?

I haven't officially given up hope on any of the many (many) fics sitting in my drafts folder, but time will tell. ;)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at characterization, especially expanding on what we can glean from a character in canon.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot! Plot is so hard for me— every time I write an even remotely plotty fic, I drive myself batty doing it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'll occasionally put in a word or phrase in a different language, but since I only speak one language, if there's an extended sequence in a different language I'll just italicize the words.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On Ao3, Dracula, but my very first fic I ever wrote down was a Steven Universe fanfiction (that will never see the light of day). (If you count stories I made up but never wrote down, my first fandom was Disney's 1940 film Pinocchio— when I was a tiny child I remember making up a story about a girl who helped rescue all the boys-turned-donkeys from Pleasure Island. My first fix-it fic!)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I think my favorite overall is Love Multiplying, just because writing it was such a journey and I poured so much love and care into it.

Tagging @yallemagne, @see-arcane and @0nelittlebirdtoldme in the lowest-possible-pressure sort of way.  (You can also post it as an askbox meme if you don't want to answer all 20 questions.)

#ask game #writing #fanfiction #dracula daily

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

A STUDY IN YOU, chapter thirteen

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February 14th, 2019

The date wasn’t lost on you. Not when you woke up and you had a text from him with a stupid meme about screenplays. Not when you noticed his five o’clock shadow in class that night and thought about how cool the metal of his watch felt against your throat. 

It especially wasn’t lost on you when you finished the last sip of your second drink at O’Halloran’s and set your cup back on the table with force. 

“What’s got you in a mood tonight?” Max asked with a skeptical glance. 

“That’s a joke, right?” Sophie looked at him and then at you.

You sighed, rolled your eyes at Sophie and wished that just once she’d have a bit more grace when she threw you under the bus. 

“She’s all sad because it’s Valentine’s Day and you know who hasn’t even acknowledged it.”

She wasn’t wrong. You glanced around the bar quickly to make sure any other NYU-affiliates were out of earshot. 

“Not at all?” Naomi asked, her eyebrows arched slightly on her forehead. 

“It’s fine,” you waved them off. “We’re not together, we’re not anything, we’re just--” you rambled a little, the drinks had already gone to your head and the plate of nachos you’d shared with them for dinner did little to soak up the alcohol you poured down your throat in an attempt to forget the significance of the 14th day of the month. 

“Having a movie-worthy love affair?” Sophie teased with a smile. 

“Something like that,” you groaned, a change in tune when you sat up straight and forced a smile. “But we’re here to celebrate Naomi and her accomplishments and I will stop being a party pooper.”

“Sure you will,” Max laughed. 

“Sorry he hasn’t said anything,” Naomi reached over and put a hand on your arm, always the sensitive and compassionate one. 

It’s not like you had the right to be mad. Honestly, you were frustrated with yourself for caring in the first place. What did you expect? A bouquet of roses? A romantic night out to dinner in the village? 

All of that was a long shot and in moments like this--when anxiety got the best of you--you still wondered who else might be waiting for a text from him or hoping they’d see him soon. 

Maybe Jennie. Maybe some other random woman he knew from work or some previous life. 

Your third drink only made the questions echo louder in your head, a round of tequila shots brought your thumbs to the screen of your phone. 

Y/N L/N (10:44pm): Happy friday

He texted back quickly, another layer of confusion when you wondered where he was. His apartment? Out with friends? But he beat you to it.

Jason Sudeikis (10:46pm): Happy Friday

Jason Sudeikis (10:47pm): Are you out?

Y/N L/N (10:49pm): At O’Halloran’s having drinks in Naomi’s honor!

Jason Sudeikis (10:49pm): Sounds like a good way to spend Friday night!

You didn’t want to push it, thanked Sophie when she returned with your next drink and put your phone face down on the table. After Max started chatting up someone at the booth behind yours and Sophie scanned the room for cute girls, Naomi leaned forward and smiled at you. 

“What’s everyone’s favorite professor up to tonight?”

“No clue,” you shrugged casually, a tiny smirk at how well she could read you. 

“No clue?”

You shook your head. “Told him I’m here but--”

“And he’s not already on his way?”

You laughed, appreciated how she always supported you no matter if she agreed with your decisions. 

“No,” you shook your head. You picked up your phone and felt the familiar rush of butterflies when his name appeared on your screen. One new message. 

Jason Sudeikis (10:53pm): Do you want to come over?

Naomi watched your face light up, you showed her the text and she smiled. 

Y/N L/N (10:56pm): Now?

Jason Sudeikis (10:57pm): Or whenever you finish up

Y/N L/N (10:57pm): All the way out to Brooklyn this late at night?

Jason Sudeikis (10:58pm): You’re right, I’ll call you an uber so you don’t have to take the subway this late 😅

And he did. He sent you a screenshot and texted you the whole way, opened his front door with a smile when you looked up at him in the chilly night air. With one smile the uncertainty and the nervousness melted away, you stepped inside and shrugged out of your coat. 

“I hope you at least tried to be subtle in sneaking over here,” he smirked, watched as you made your way over to the couch and slumped into it. 

“Oh relax,” you waved him off playfully. “They don’t care.”

“I’m glad they don’t,” he nodded genuinely, let out a sigh when he sat down beside you. “But I know a lot of people who would.”

“Hmm,” you twisted yourself towards him, pulled your knees up onto the cushion and narrowed your eyes. “And why’s that?”

“As fun as this is--we’re still breaking a lot of rules.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled, liked that he played along when you asked: “How so?”

He smirked. “Well, let’s say there’s a guy.”

You nodded, uh-huh.

“And there’s a girl,” he watched you, eyes intent to make sure you were following. 

“And the guy is older, and he’s—like—a professional? A boss? He’s like a boss,” he decided. 

“Yeah.”

“And his secretary is younger—not like, too young, in a weird way—just like, young in a...hot way.”

You smirked, “yeah? What’s the big deal about that?” You played. 

“Some people might say that the boss has a level of power over his secretary, seeing as he controls her advancement within the organization, right?” 

“Sure,” you shrugged.

He waited a beat, amused by the way you held his gaze.

“Do you see where I’m going with this?” He rolled his hands around in the air, trying to gauge your level of understanding. 

You shrugged again, mostly playing up your level of intoxication to get a laugh out of him. “Eh.”

“I’m the boss,” he nodded, connecting the dots. “You’re kind of, like, the secretary.”

You laughed at the guilty look on his face, his hate to break it to you smile. 

“Me?” You gasped, eyebrows arched high. 

“You? What do you mean, you? Of course you,” he laughed. "Who else would I be referencing?"

You didn't want to know the answer to his question, so you smiled at him for a second, gave him a chance to think he had the last word.

“I can be the boss too sometimes,” you glanced up at him. 

A smirk when he took the bait. “You?”

“Of course me,” you borrowed his words. “I can show you.” 

You stood, angled yourself in front of him and looked down at him. He turned towards you instinctually, faced the center of the living room where you stood with a confident twinkle in your eye. 

“Yeah—” he nodded, a little outpaced by the change in beat. You stepped forward, put a knee on either side of him when you straddled his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist like they always did, you settled onto him easily and smiled down at him. 

“What?” He asked, the corner of his mouth twisted towards the ceiling when his eyes narrowed, suspicious. 

“I just can’t believe you said I’m basically your secretary,” you teased.

“I was making an analogy!” He defended, his eyes wide when he bit back a laugh. You couldn’t even reply, he leaned up and caught your lips in his, pulling you closer. His hands roamed your body, desperate to feel the friction between you. 

You liked the way he wanted you, felt less insecure in moments like this when he was hungry for your touch and wanting more. He tugged your shirt over your head, smiled up at you playfully when he unclasped your bra behind your back. 

He kissed you again, but he tensed suddenly and pulled away after only a few seconds.

“How--uh--how drunk are you?”

You smiled, a closed-lipped one when he searched your face for an answer. 

“Sober enough to consent,” you nodded, cutting right to it.

He let out a quiet laugh, and for a moment it felt like you could sit on his lap forever. “Good,” he teased. “I don’t want to take advantage of you more than I already am.”

February 26th, 2019

Jennie and Dan had already left, eager to make it home before the snow started on a Wednesday night. Javier rubbed his jaw and Jason leaned back in his chair. 

You were flattered at first, saw the way he looked at you when you said you’d stay late. I have some more in me, too, I guess. 

But eventually Javier decided he’d rather make it home for his baby’s bedtime routine than sit in the conference room. He packed his bag and pointed a finger at the two of you when he turned for the door: don’t stay too late! 

Now it was your turn to lean back in your chair. Jason looked over at you when you adjusted, put his red pen behind his ear and rubbed his eyes.

“Well--any other thoughts on your independent study or are you still gonna try to convince me to have you come to Cannes?”

“I have to convince you?” You asked with a bit of surprise. “Sex in the South of France isn’t enough?”

He laughed at that, rolled his eyes a little when he shrugged. “Feels risky, but--it does sound nice.”

“As if you wouldn’t have slept with me last year when we were there,” you eyed him.

“Maybe,” he teased.

“Oh come on,” you laughed, shutting your laptop now when you decided you didn’t have any more steam for tonight. “You got so jealous when Max took me to that club! You seriously asked me if I met anyone!”

He smiled when he thought back to it, scrunched his nose at his own jealousy. “I was still…treading lightly.” He followed your lead, shut his laptop and started to pack up. “Speaking of that, though.”

You watched him expectantly, rifled through a notebook before slipping it into your bag. 

“Jennie asked me on a date.”

“Oh,” you nodded. “She did.”

It wasn’t a question, more of a statement when you kept your eyes on his. He was still smirking. 

“Yeah--I, uh--I politely declined.”

“Oh.”

“I just told her that it’s probably crossing a line--mixing work and play.”

“Ah,” you nodded, smiling at the look of self-awareness on his face. “Very upstanding of you.”

He nodded quickly in sarcastic agreement. “I never mix work and play.”

“Never,” you laughed, shaking your head when he stood. 

“Or at least…I only do it in certain situations.”

“Mmm,” you nodded. “Right.”

He took a step closer to you. You tried to fight the smile on your face but he was already too close. He smiled down at you, and for a moment you wondered what would happen if you said certain things aloud. 

I think I like you. 

You almost wanted to keep your distance, pull back when his arms wrapped around your waist or when his fingers found the waistband of your panties. But he pulled them down your legs when his mouth stayed locked on yours. You let him fuck you with your clothes on, quick and hot and still swimming in thoughts of what if.  

He thrusted into you and moaned your name, late enough that most of the building was empty save for security guards who did their rounds. When he zipped his pants and you smoothed out your blouse, he turned to see you. 

“Alright," he sighed. "I’ve been thinking about Cannes…”

“And?” You smiled up at him, hoping the recent orgasm only helped your case. 

He let out a sigh, one that he obviously played up for dramatic effect. “I don’t think the school will help with the cost since it’s not necessary for you to come. But if you can come up with a decent project to submit--whether that’s a critique or something--I think we could probably get Dean Vasquez to back it.”

“Really?” You tried not to bounce with excitement, reminded yourself that while the two of you certainly had a unique relationship, you didn’t need to behave in a way that made your age obvious. 

He laughed at your excitement, nodding when he slung his bag over his shoulder. 

“I can email him and try to set up a meeting, you know--go over the details and fill out the paperwork.”

You smiled, nodded before you took a step over to him and reached up for his face. One kiss, not overly sexual and not all that passionate. Serious, genuine, different. 

He cleared his throat when you took a step back. Awkward, but only a little.

“I appreciate it,” you said. “I appreciate you.”

He smiled, like he was in on the secret. 

March 3rd, 2019 

You took a deep breath before you knocked on the door. A tiny window told you he was already inside, his hair was coiffed and his tie was blue. 

Dean Vasquez looked up and waved you in, an awkward smile when you stepped in and looked over at Jason. He met your eyes briefly, a close lipped smile when you greeted them.

“Hi, Dean Vasquez, Professor Sudeikis—”

It was clunky, certainly not the way you typically interacted with him. 

“Y/N, hi—come on in, have a seat.” Dean Vasquez was an older man who always wore patterned ties. He frequented campus events and was one of those deans who was able to address most students in the Graduate School of Film by name. 

You dropped your bag off your shoulder now, smoothed out your skirt and sat in the chair beside Jason. 

He looked at you quickly when you sat, nodded a little and then cleared his throat when Dean Vasquez leaned back in his chair. 

“So—Y/N, Professor Sudeikis has informed me that you’re interested in going on the student trip to the Cannes Film Festival again this year.”

You nodded, smiled up at him. “Yes, yeah, I would love to be able to go and assist on the trip. I’d certainly be happy to do an assignment or project in accordance with an independent study, primarily.”

Right, just like you’d discussed.

Dean Vasquez nodded slowly, like he was taking it all in. “Professor Sudeikis, you feel like this is a good option for Ms. L/N?”

“Absolutely,” he nodded quickly. “Y/N’s been my advisee her whole time in Grad Film. She’s been a TA for me and now she’s completing her internship at NBC/Universal.”

You looked over at him when he spoke, apparently he’d decided to leave out that your internship was also with him. 

“She’s a very impressive student,” he nodded again. “And I think this is a good opportunity for her to finish her studies here at NYU.” 

“Well, we certainly don’t have students attend this trip twice very often,” Dean Vasquez admitted. “Y/N, how do you think another trip to the film festival would further your education?”

Dean Vasquez smiled when he asked his question, apparently the meeting was going well and you were saying the right things. You glanced at Jason again and smiled back at the Dean. 

“I had such an amazing experience last year in Cannes. It’s not hard to further your education at a festival where they’re screening some of the most impressive films from new creators,” you gushed. “And I’ve already started brainstorming my project. There’s an incredible director--Sarai Marks--who’s screening her new film and I was thinking about doing a paper about how her directorial style has changed over the course of her three major films.”

You were excited. Despite the fact that being one credit behind felt like a gut punch, the opportunity to do a deep dive into one of your favorite directors still lit up your brain like lightning. 

“It does sound like an amazing trip,” Dean Vasquez smiled. “And it does feel like a good opportunity for an independent study, especially overseen by someone who will likely be core faculty—”

Jason smiled at that, sat up straight and nodded at Dean Vasquez. “Yes sir, yeah, absolutely. I know it’s a unique one, but I do think Y/N will do a phenomenal job and I know she’ll continue to make NYU proud for a long time. She’s already charting a course to be a staff writer at NBC upon completion of her degree.”

You watched Jason for a second, careful to control your smile and the heat on your cheeks when he complimented you. What you really were thrown off by, though, were the words that Dean Vasquez used.

Core faculty. 

“Well,” Dean Vasquez nodded and looked between the two of you. “That all sounds like an easy decision, then.” He cleared his throat and kept going. “Professor Sudeikis, I can sign off on any necessary paperwork you need for Miss L/N to join the trip. One second—Paige?”

He called to the middle aged secretary that sat outside his office at a beautiful cherry desk. 

She rounded the corner and came into the room. “Anything you get from Professor Sudeikis over the next few days regarding the Cannes trip, please flag that as urgent.”

She nodded and smiled, stayed in the room as if she knew her job wasn’t finished. 

Dean Vasquez sighed. “Alright, Professor Sudeikis, if you don’t mind, I just have a few questions for Miss L/N.”

Jason shifted in his seat, glanced at you quickly and then back to Dean Vasquez. Oh, he was being asked to leave.

He nodded, did a good job at hiding his confusion or uncertainty as he shouldered the messenger bag he always carried. “Yeah—of course, uh, thank you so much for your time, Dean Vasquez. Y/N—I’ll see you in class?”

You’d see him elsewhere before then, but you chalked his words up to an appropriate goodbye in front of other university staff. 

You all smiled, muttered farewells when he left the office and shut the door behind him. Your heart thumped a little once he was gone—were you in trouble? Had you done something wrong?

You turned back to Dean Vasquez. Paige—who still stood in the room in her pencil skirt and funky blouse—smiled when he cleared his throat. 

“I hope you don’t mind that Paige is joining, but—there’s some University Policy that I wanted to discuss.”

You looked between the two of them and nodded. Holy shit. Where was this going?

“You’re obviously a very impressive student, uh, none of this is questioning your merit at this institution. But, we do like to check in with students who have close relationships with faculty or advisors to ensure that there are appropriate boundaries in place? Give the student an opportunity to voice any concerns that may arise.”

“Oh,” you nodded. “Uh, no—everything is fine.”

Was that the right thing to say? You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. Dean Vasquez sensed this.

“If you ever want to discuss anything along those lines, please know that you could always speak with myself or Dean Grasso,” he referenced another Graduate Dean—a female, Paula Grasso, who oversaw the Graduate Theatre program. “If that would be more comfortable.”

So that’s why Paige stayed. To be the other woman in the room. To be the other vagina so you felt comfortable.

While you appreciated their effort to make you comfortable in an uncomfortable situation, all you could manage was a nod as you tried to stammer out a reply. “Okay, thank you—I can assure you that Ja—Professor Sudeikis—has been nothing but professional and appropriate. He’s a great mentor.”

Dean Vasquez nodded. “Well then, please make sure he fills out that paperwork and we’ll get everything approved for your independent study.”

“I will,” you smiled, stood and gathered your bag from the floor by your seat. “Thank you, both of you, for your time.”

You hurried out, rounded the corner of Paige’s desk and opened your phone.

Jason Sudeikis (11:32am): Waiting down the hall for you

So you stepped outside the administrative wing, your footsteps echoed in the wide hallway when you turned left. Your heart was beating fast, you tried to steady your breathing.

He stood against the wall, bag slung over his shoulder, scrolling on his phone. He waited for you.

“Hi,” you said quietly as you approached.

He looked up and clicked his phone to sleep. “Hey—“ he turned towards you when you stopped in front of him. “How was that?”

You smiled, reached forward to slip a finger between the buttons on his shirt. You were proud. “Why didn’t you tell me you got the core faculty spot?”

His hand reached up automatically, his fingers held onto yours for a second.

“Nothing’s finalized,” he shrugged, the hint of a smile on his face. “I haven’t signed an offer letter yet.”

A door opening down the hall caused you both to retreat from the other’s touch. He blinked when you met his eyes.

“What did he want to talk to you about?”

Your eyebrows rose at that, you nodded a little when you smirked. “He wanted to make sure that there are appropriate boundaries between us.”

“What?” He asked, his face immediately contorted into a look of concern. “What do you mean? What did he ask?”

“He just asked if there were appropriate boundaries,” you giggled a little, but he didn’t find this entertaining. “Then he said if I ever needed to discuss anything along those lines I could talk to him or Dean Grasso.”

“A woman? He offered up Dean Grasso? As if you’re some…” he looked around before he lowered his voice, “sexual harassment victim?”

“I told him everything was fine,” you said again, a shrug of your shoulder. “I handled it.”

“I know, but this isn’t good, Y/N—if anyone finds out anything I could lose my job and therefore not become core faculty.” 

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” you said calmly, hopeful that your words would lower his pulse. 

“Okay,” he nodded to himself. “Uh—I should go, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, kept your eyes on his.

“I’ll see you? I’ll text you?”

You nodded, reassured—only slightly—by the fact that now your goodbyes included a promise to talk soon. 

He walked away, shoved his hands in his pockets when he headed for the glass doors that would deposit him onto the street. You let out a sigh. At least you were going to Cannes. 

March 10th, 2019

You hated how petty you were, but you also felt grateful to have the tension behind you. Now that you knew Jennie had asked Jason out--and that he had said no--you felt like you could breathe easier. 

So much so, actually, that you walked beside her and let out a snort of a laugh when she impersonated one of the characters in your script. A sandwich in hand, you both brought back lunch and set your phones down on the table. 

The conference room was empty, the others were scattered throughout midtown in search of a meal before you’d hit the afternoon with force and attempt to finish the script for Season 2 Episode 5. 

“Hey,” Jennie said quickly, her voice quiet to make it obvious that she was shifting topics. “I finally asked Jason if he wanted to grab a drink.”

“Oh,” you looked up at her, speaking around the bite of sandwich you’d just taken. “How’d that go?”

As if you didn’t know.

“Fine,” she shrugged, downplayed it and wiped her mouth. “Said he’s actually seeing someone, so--there’s that.”

“Oh,” you said again, eyes a bit wide this time. “I didn’t…know that.”

“Yeah,” she said casually. “He didn’t say who or anything, but--oh well.”

Your stomach churned with a new wave of anxiety: was he actually seeing someone? Would he tell you if he was? And why, most importantly, did your face get red with heat like he was yours and yours alone?

“Hi,” Dan walked back in with Jason in tow, they came back to the table and settled in when you tried to slow your breathing. 

The group fell into casual conversation, Jennie perked up after Javier cracked a joke. 

“Hey--by the way, Y/N mentioned that we all need to get drinks soon.”

“Yeah?” Jason forked into a bite of salad and smiled at you. 

“Yeah,” Jennie answered for you. “Her birthday was last week so--we have to do something!”

His eyebrows quirked up, he smirked when he said: “It was?”

Jennie answered for you, “yeah!”

“What day?”

You could tell he was playing down his interest, a poor attempt at hiding the tightrope between you.

You shrugged it off, totally not a big deal. “Last week, Thursday.”

“You didn’t mention it at all,” he blinked a few times, lips in a thin line.

“What are you?” Jennie teased him. “The birthday police?”

“No,” he shook his head, almost embarrassed by her accusation. “I just feel bad that…we didn’t know.”

A smooth redirection, you’d purposely declined to tell him the exact date so as to avoid this exact moment. He didn’t need to celebrate you, didn’t need to buy a gift or anything like that. 

You knew that either way you’d be disappointed: it wasn’t like you could actually go out and celebrate: a fancy dinner or a concert or something like that? No way. And besides, after your meeting with Dean Vasquez, he seemed properly spooked. 

He reminded you plenty. In his office late one night, after class last week: we shouldn’t, we can’t, not here. It’s not like you’d stopped sleeping together, but the opportunity never arose now without his acknowledgment of the anxiety he felt or the tightrope you walked.

So you planned a celebration that felt like a good fit: dinner with your friends and drinks this upcoming weekend at O’Halloran’s, Sophie promised she’d make chocolate cupcakes. 

“I’m--uh--having drinks with friends on Friday, so--if you guys are around, you should all stop by.”

“I should be free,” Javier nodded. 

“Me too,” Dan smiled. 

“Yeah,” Jason nodded, a beat before he met your gaze again. “I can swing by.”

Which is how you ended up with a margarita in hand with Sophie and Naomi flanking your sides by the bar later that week. A decent turnout, which always felt nice--you surveyed the crowd of friends and classmates that had showed up to celebrate you. 

Jennie was on time and Max was thrilled to meet her. His younger brother was in town for the weekend, and Connor was just as funny as his brother was, but decidedly less flamboyant. 

“Okay,” Connor said, gesturing towards Max and Jennie with his beer. “Who’s she again and how do we know her?”

“Coworker of mine,” you informed, eyes trailing over to them. “She’s nice but a little annoying.”

“A lot annoying,” Sophie corrected. 

Connor was 26, worked in finance in San Francisco and considered running to be a hobby. He smirked at Sophie but then smiled at you. “Yeah?”

“She’s fine,” you rolled your eyes at Sophie. “She’s grown on me…slightly.”

You would have said more, explained to both of them how even in the last week Jennie seemed to be acting more like your friend than a superior, but the door pushed open when Jason, Javier, and Dan strode in. 

“Jason alert,” Sophie said quickly, an elbow into your ribs when you shot her a look. 

“I see him, thank you.”

You took off towards the door, figured it’d be easier to greet them and pull them towards the bar than to leave them mingling on their own. Javier saw you first, open arms to hug you when he smiled. 

“Happiest of birthdays, even though this is belated,” he teased. 

“Thank you so much,” you laughed, moving from Javier to Dan. Hugs for them both, then Jason.

“Hi,” you said it quietly when he hugged you, your mouth close to his ear. 

“Hey,” he said quickly, pulled back like he was afraid to hold on for too long. 

You brought them over towards the bar, introduced them to some of your other friends and then returned to Sophie. She had another drink waiting for you, Connor’s arms were crossed when he scanned the crowd. 

You filled him in on names and laughed at stories Max told about their childhood, a glass in hand all night as friends came to congratulate you on another successful trip around the sun.

Birthdays were always reflective, you always thought through the months and the days and the years of your life that shaped you into who you were. This year it was no exception, and Jason’s presence in the bar that night only made it all the more obvious how much things had changed in just 365 days. 

Your words were a little slurred by 11pm, but the energy in O’Halloran’s was that of a night that was just beginning. Sophie came back from another group of classmates and made a face that meant business. You smiled and nodded at a friend from your NBC internship, Sophie did her best to not look obviously impatient. 

“Hey,” she tugged you aside eventually, her voice quiet when you both stepped away from the others.

“What’s up?”

“I know you might be weird about this, but Jason’s totally been watching you and Connor,” she offered an evil smirk. “So keep talking to him.”

“What?” You asked again, unsure where she was going and what she was up to.

“He seems jealous,” she shrugged. “He keeps looking over here a lot, probably wondering who he is.”

Right. Because Jason hadn’t actually come up to talk to you or interact with you at all since he walked in. Probably because of the Dean Vasquez meeting, which you hadn’t told any of them about.

“I’m not trying to make him jealous,” you told Sophie. “I’m just being friendly.”

You glanced over her shoulder. He wasn’t looking, but you did notice that he’d stationed himself so you were directly in his sightline. You hoped it was intentional. 

“Also,” you said, annoyed now. “He’s barely even been over here to talk to me. He’s been weird all night.” 

Her eyes grew with intrigue, always ready for drama. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There was a…thing that happened.”

“Thing that happened?”

O’Halloran’s probably wasn’t the greatest spot in the world to tell Sophie this, so you tugged her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. Sharpie on the walls and sticky counters. 

Once inside, you let out a deep breath. “We had a meeting with Dean Vasquez, about my independent study. About Cannes.”

She smiled, they were all hopeful you'd come and Sophie would probably burn down NYU herself if Dean Vasquez was a hard sell. “And?”

“And he asked me if there were appropriate boundaries in place.”

Even intoxicated, Sophie’s eyes went wide. “He knows you’re boning?”

“Soph--” you made a face at her word choice. 

“Sorry, having steamy and passionate sex?” She corrected.

“No, no one knows anything, so friendly reminder to keep your mouth shut.”

“Come on,” Sophie rolled her eyes. “He’s practically your boyfriend at this point.”

“No he’s not,” you said quickly, moving aside when she made her way into a stall. “Just because I’ve slept with him doesn’t mean it’ll ever be more.”

You’d been telling yourself that for so long it came out automatically, spilling onto the bathroom counter when Sophie leaned against the wall, unimpressed. 

“You end up at place after partying now and honestly I’m surprised he hasn’t given you a key.”

"Well, he told Jennie he's seeing someone, so, there's that."

"What?" She said from inside the stall, her voice loud when she flushed. "He's got to be talking about you."

"We don't know that," you tried to shake it off. You certainly didn't need to get your hopes up and think that he'd said no to Jennie because he was too busy saying yes to you.

"We don't," Sophie agreed, emerging from inside when she headed for the sink. "But outside of work and teaching and hooking up with you--would he even have time to be dating someone else?"

You would have replied, told her to shut it or something along those lines, but Jennie (of course!) pushed the door open and smiled.

“Hi,” you said quickly, mostly to let Sophie know that you weren’t alone.

“Who's dating someone else?” Jennie smiled eagerly, happy to get in on the gossip. 

“No one,” you waved her off. “Sophie’s being dramatic."

She grabbed paper towel from the dispenser with force, smiled at Jennie. “Just another one of the men obsessed with Y/N!"

You looked up at her, where the fuck are you going with this? “Not at all, actually.”

Jennie was excited now, her eyes lit up when she crossed her arms. “That cute guy out there who’s been with you all night?”

“Yes,” Sophie answered for you quickly, a nod to sell the lie when you rolled your eyes. “Our friend Max’s brother. He’s totally into her, right?”

“Oh for sure,” Jennie agreed. “He’s definitely into you.”

“Alright,” you laughed at the two of them, surprised that Jennie was now just as invested in getting you laid as Sophie always had been. “Well, I don’t think I’m going home with anyone tonight.” 

Which was probably a disappointment to Connor, seeing as he had a new drink waiting for you upon your return from the bathroom. By midnight you were pulled out to the sidewalk, the last few sips of a cocktail in your glass when Max handed you a joint.

Jason finally made his way over once Javier and Dan left, Jennie had said goodbye and climbed into an uber right when Jason made his way into your circle.

“Successful celebration,” he smiled, clinked his glass against yours but kept his voice low. 

“You’ve been all around tonight,” you commented on his socializing, a subtle acknowledgement that while he’d chatted with almost everyone here, you were at the bottom of the list. 

“I didn’t want to monopolize your time,” he smirked. “Seeing as someone else was doing that.”

You nodded, offered a challenging smirk up at him. “How considerate of you.” 

“Hi Sudeikis,” Sophie leaned over and butt into your conversation. 

“Hi Sophie,” he smiled down at her.

“Are we allowed to smoke weed in your presence, or are you going to code-shift into professor now that the clock struck midnight?”

You rolled your eyes at Sophie’s joke, took the joint out of her hand and took another inhale before Jason could reply. O’Halloran’s was thinning out, your classmates had left and most of the patrons inside didn’t seem to be NYU-affiliated. He laughed when you held your breath, blew the smoke up towards the stars.

“Easy there, slugger,” Jason’s eyes went a little wide but he took the last sip of his beer. “Twenty-eight might not be as forgiving.”

“I’m sure she can handle it,” Connor smiled from behind Sophie. All three of you turned at the sound of his voice.

“Yes, yeah, I just figured our night will be easier if I can get her home in one piece.”

Sophie stifled a laugh at Jason’s response: firm and territorial and for once, not cloaked in secrecy. Your eyes were wide at the plural possessive when you looked up at him, then over to Sophie. 

“On that note,” you smiled, “I would love to be in sweatpants right now.”

You backed away from the group, a wobbly one in heels that had Jason lurching to steady you on the sidewalk. Connor watched in quiet amusement, apparently piecing together that despite barely interacting all night, everyone knew you’d end up going home with Jason in tow. 

“It was great to finally meet you, Connor,” you smiled at him, waved and blew Max a kiss when Sophie made her loyalty known. 

“Ditto,” she pointed to Connor. “I’ll walk with you,” Sophie linked her arm with yours when Jason waited for you to make the move. 

“You can come,” you looked up at him and smiled. 

Sophie rolled her eyes playfully, “let’s go Sudeikis, let’s get this wasted bitch home.”

“I can hear you,” you laughed. 

“Am I wrong?” Sophie teased.

You thought on it, fell into step with the two of them towards your neighborhood. “No.”

It was the weed that did it--the last hit on the sidewalk outside that really made the world start spinning. Now, Sophie rummaged for your keys and turned the knob, Jason’s arm was around your shoulders when you tripped up the stairs. 

“Okay, one at a time,” he laughed a little, helping to guide you inside your apartment building.

“I’m fine--I’m just fucked up,” you giggled. 

“We’re aware,” Sophie reminded as she climbed up behind you. Two floors up, you huffed and puffed and forgot, in your state of inebriation, that Sophie and Jason didn’t spend a whole lot of time together outside of school functions. This became obvious once all three of you were in the living room.

“Are you gonna throw up?” Sophie asked, a hint of disgust on her face.

“No,” you shook your head, holding onto your kitchen counter for stability, eyes drooping with sleep.

“Water,” Jason nodded, a suggestion more than anything else. Sophie pointed to the cabinet by the sink, he found a glass and filled it from the faucet. 

Sophie helped you over to the couch, you kicked off your heels and took the granola bar she found in her purse and tossed to you. “Have a snack,” she said flatly.

“And drink this,” Jason walked over and handed it to you. You took it and sipped, then held up a finger and handed it back to him. “Not so fast.”

“I can stay with her,” Sophie nodded, eyes glancing down to you on the couch and then up to Jason. “Or you could,” she said quickly, nobody knew the rules. 

“I’m not going to die,” you reminded. "I actually want pizza."

“Yeah, uh, I’ll stay,” he nodded, ignoring your comment when his cheeks flushed. Sophie looked around the room, running through a mental checklist. Did he know where your pajamas were? Could he handle whatever mess you’d become?

You watched when he smiled awkwardly, a silent acknowledgement that this was weird but now out in the open. Sophie smiled at that, laughed to herself before she stepped forward. 

She kissed your forehead quickly, “be good for Professor Sudeikis,” she said with a smirk. 

You let out a guttural noise, one of frustration and discomfort and two parts intoxicated. Sophie clapped Jason on the shoulder, who tried his best not to laugh, and watched as she headed for the door. 

“Let me know if you need anything but I’m going to pass the fuck out when I get home.”

She opened the door, turned around and clutched her hand to her heart when she looked at the two of you. She let out a sigh, how adorable, Jason finally cracked a smirk and shook his head. 

“Goodnight, Sophie!”

“Goodnight!” She called, tugging the door shut behind her. One last glance only because she couldn’t let the two of you get away that easy. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

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