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hittos · 1 year

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k word 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: disclosed accordingly (lmk if I missed anything) 𝐟𝐭. Kazutora, Takeomi, Takemichi, Kakucho

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: spying, voyeurism

The first thing Kazutora bought with his first paycheck was a teddy bear for you

It was kind of forward considering you’d only been on a few dates, but the gesture was appreciated nonetheless

Unbeknownst to you, however, the plushie obscured a small camera and microphone hidden in its beady left eye.

Soon enough, It became Kazutora’s favorite feed; after a long day of work, he’d come home and watch you in your room.

He knows it’s wrong and that you’d be absolutely mortified if you were to find out about this; might single handedly give you trust issues, but he doesn’t care.

How could he care about that when he can see you strutting around in your underwear, trying to find your pajamas or even completely naked whenever you’re about to take a shower.

You’re more effective than porn with the way you have him stroking his cock like a madman, eagerly chasing his release.

You could be doing the most mundane or the most erotic of things and it won’t deter him from picturing your face as he sinks his cock inside you.

His favorite thing though, is when he catches you slipping your hand past the waistband of your cute panties.

Whenever he catches you touching yourself, he likes to pull out his cock and stroke it rhythmically with you like some sick intimacy ritual you’re unaware is happening.

He always wondered if you’re thinking about him whenever your fingers rubbed your clit.

When he heard you breathily moan what he thought was ‘tora’, he almost went out and bought an engagement ring for you.

Sometimes when he’s feeling mean, he’ll watch you please yourself, studying the way your body responds to it and just when you are about to cum, he’d call you up and interrupt your focus.

He gets a kick out of you trying to regulate your breath and pretend as if you aren’t rubbing your thighs together as you greet him over the phone with a hidden whine of frustration.

His smirk gets knocked straight off when you ask him in a sultry voice to come over.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: groping, sexual harassment, abuse of power, him being disgusting overall

Takeomi seemed normal for the better part of your first month working for Bonten; only speaking to you when he needed something to be printed or filed. He was always looking at you with a bored expression etched firmly on his face

and that’s why you never would’ve guessed that he was catching glances of your exposed cleavage and soft thighs, and going straight to his office to jerk himself off, quietly moaning your name as his hand frantically manhandle his cock, trying to relieve himself before someone starts looking for him.

As you got more comfortable around the executives, he did as well, much to your dismay.

It started out simple, he’d brush his hand against the curve of your ass, his expression doesn’t change, making you think it was an accident.

He’d reach for something in front of you and purposefully have his hand brush up against your breast. Again, he doesn’t acknowledge it and neither do you, much to his frustration.

Pretty soon, he abandons subtlety entirely.

He makes sure your workload stays full so you stay behind when everyone else has left.

you were beginning to get too comfortable and he took the liberty to remind you that you still work among bad men.

He’d ask you for a cup of coffee then he’d ‘accidentally’ spill it all over your white button up, rendering the material sheer and putting your cute little bra on full display.

He grabs the nearest towel and begins dabbing up the liquid spilled on the material, pretending as if he wasn’t doing it to touch your soft boobs.

He’d order ask you to take off your top entirely, feigning concern; something about your skin and burn marks.

When he senses your hesitation he simply points to your exposed bra and says, “you’re practically naked already, darling”

You do as you're told. Now, you stood topless in the middle of the break room, letting your boss dry your tits for you, trying to pretend as if you don’t see the prominent bulge in his pants, too shy to say anything.

From then on, he was an absolute nightmare to deal with; ‘accidentally’ dropping papers and ordering you to pick it up. You try to ignore the way your face is leveled with his hardened cock, pretending you don’t feel his eyes on your ass.

Whenever you’d stand up for yourself, your confidence was assuaged, “who would believe you?” he’d scoff, your threat of reporting him to Mikey leaving him unfazed, “and even if anyone did, I’m Bonten’s advisor, you think they’d fire me?”

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: panty theft

Takemichi likes to think he’s a gentleman and he (mostly) is

In days like today, he really has to grapple with his perverted desires to maintain his morals

You had very sweetly offered to cook for him, but then you left him alone in your apartment to buy an ingredient you forgot. He found your trust in him somewhat endearing.

The evening was going great until he showed himself to the bathroom and saw the remnants of clothes you changed out of, laying on the floor. At the top of the pile, sat your discarded, dirty panties.

A blush flashed across his face before his blood rush down to his quickly awakening cock

He contemplated just holding it in. The right thing to do was to go back and pretend like nothing happened, but you’re perceptive and he’s a bad liar.

So, he did the next best thing, gave into his desire.

His left hand picked up the lewd piece of clothing off the floor as his right one fished his cock out of his pants, giving it a few pumps to fully erect it.

Normally, he’d afford to be more sensual with himself, but not today, not when you can walk in any minute now and see his shameful transgressor.

He was quick to bring the worn fabric up to his nose where he can smell the culmination of your essence.

His mind was in a fugue, all he could do was picture your figure kneeling before him, your gentle hand stroking him in his stead.

Takemichi rips the piece of fabric from his face almost painfully and wraps the damp crotch area around his impossibly hard dick.

His greedy mind shifts to imagining lewder things; your mouth wrapped around his thick cock as you gag trying to take him whole and you in all sorts of compromising positions, screaming as you cream around his dick.

With a pathetic whimper, Takemichi shot his load into your panties, tainting them with his viscous, white seed.

In a panic, he quickly shoved the material into his pants pocket as soon as he heard the door being unlocked, your saccharine voice reverberating throughout the apartment, “I'm back!”

He quickly dressed himself, praying that you don’t notice how flushed and sweaty he’s gotten since you’ve been gone and he hopes to God that you don’t notice your panties missing from the bathroom.

He had originally planned to return your panties as they were (he is a gentleman after all) but now that he came on them, that simply isn’t possible.

In a way, he’s glad it worked out that way.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: spying/stalking, voyeurism

Kakucho knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can’t help it; you never close your curtain, it’s like you’re begging to be watched.

In fact, he’s convinced you like it and his conviction is enough to silence his consciousness temporarily until he’s rubbed one out.

He sees you occasionally on his way to work, but at this point he is certain he’s seen you naked more times than he’s seen you clothed

He’s enamored by you, whenever he sees you come out of the shower in a towel that barely covers your properly, he drops everything to watch you get dressed.

He’s not a stalker, he’s just really good at recognizing patterns, that’s how he worked around his schedule, so he’d always have time to touch himself to you whether that is you getting dressed, undressed, getting fucked, touching yourself, or just laying in bed half naked, he’s watching and he’s stroking his cock to you.

The worst though is when you touch yourself after some guy just fucked you, he hates to see your perfect body all laid out for some lucky bastard to fuck only to be disappointed

He does, however, enjoy watching your fingers deftly rubbing at your clit, trying to make yourself cum.

His hand slowly strokes his twitching cock as he watches your legs shake erratically and involuntarily close around own hand, your face contorted in pleasure as you finally cum.

All he can think about is how much better he can fuck you and fulfill you, you’d never have another ruined orgasm again and you wouldn’t have to display yourself for other men to see.

His favorite days are the ones where you hump your pillow.

He loves how gently you motion your hips, your face looks so cute responding to the pleasure; eyes half mast and mouth slightly agape.

His hand picked up pace around his cock as he watches you fuck yourself on your pillow, sweat beads beginning to form at his hairline and his muscles are tensioned as his own hazy eyes watched you.

He imagines how you’d look riding him like this.

Your moans would be whiny as he fills your cunt to the brim with his length, his cockhead brushing up against your cervix in nice and deep strokes, leaving you breathily begging for more.

His muscles spasmed violently and rope after rope of cum rushed out onto his hand and abdomen, leaving behind a mess for him to clean.

Kakucho made a mental note in his head; next time he sees you, he’s going to ask you out on a date.

He’ll show you what being with a real man really feels like.

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inamagicalhallucination · 2 years

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merlin but its just him sneaking out magic users to safety in ridiculous and obvious ways

like it starts with him sneaking into the dungeons and leading them out the night before their execution but making sure he has an alibi for the night just in case (it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t tbh arthur will be there to explain how his dimwitted manservant could never pull this off)

then gradually he doesn’t even wait until it’s night (working for gaius and for arthur is hard and that doesn’t even account for his job as arthur’s secret protector - he has no time)

there’s a scene where some evil magic user tries to assassinate arthur but merlin finds out and

merlin: if i may ask, why are you trying to kill arthur

evil magic user: BECAUSE OF THE EVILS HIS FATHER HAS PLAGUED THIS LAND WITH

merlin: ah but you’re not killing his father, you’re killing arthur

evil magic user: I AM STOPPING UTHER’S BLOOD FROM CONTINUING TO POISON MORE AND MORE PEOPLE

merlin: well that’s not really fair to arthur, is it? your anger is understandable but arthur is not his father, it would be unfair to damn him for his father’s sins. instead if we show arthur that magic is not evil, he will know his father’s ways were wrong

contemplating evil magic user: how can we put our trust on a chance

merlin: arthur’s a good man, my word may mean little, but i truly know him. would you like to come up for tea and we can discuss it thoroughly and also how you should spend your energy finding other magic users so you have a community and you can all plan for a better future together

not so evil magic user: ... yes please

magic users who don’t have anywhere to go all get sent to hunith’s house where she helps them find their footing and sometimes they stay in ealdor and sometimes they leave but they’re safe

everyone in ealdor side-eyes the random ass people hunith’s kid keeps on sending her but ultimately dont say shit because god knows uther would just kill all of them for assisting magic or some bs and their own king isnt better

there is a scene where merlin sneaks a magic user out and they thank him for risking his life and merlin says “nah don’t worry i do this all the time” and then makes a note to himself to tell arthur that the security at camelot is awful (after arthur becomes king of course)

sometimes when all else fails merlin pretends to know whatever person is on the run and makes a big show about missing them and no way could they have magic maybe he uses his magic to block theirs or if theyre a druid cover their druid marks and yeah

he pretends mordred is his younger brother and no one questions it

arthur knows what he’s doing and corners him like “ARE YOU STUPID?? YOU’RE SO OBVIOUS MY FATHER WILL FIND OUT”

and merlin’s like “no offense but your dad aint known for being smart babe”

and arthurs like thats treason but he helps cover up for merlin anyway

merlin helping someone sneak out but then bringing them to arthur’s room real quick because he forgot something there

merlin using the residents of the castle’s stupidity and obliviousness against them

leon knows whats going on and he brings it up to arthur before arthur figures it out but he does it vaguely and arthur thinks its about his crush on merlin and swears leon to secrecy and leons like “aight” and helps cover for merlin too

arthur still doesn’t know about merlin’s magic

leon does though and he thinks its another thing that him and arthur have sworn to secrecy about

there’s now a place near ealdor where magic users can go for safety if they don’t go to hunith directly like a magic hotel thing

yeah

merlin accidentally and kinda purposefully at times (but mostly on accident) helps unite the magic community and that causes less people to go evil

unfortunately, it also means that people who are too far gone in their desire for revenge or just in their own evilness are more organized but merlin is strong so its okay and he doesn’t have to deal with half assed attempts made by people who don’t think they have any other choice

the servants all know whats up but they don’t get paid enough to deal with this shit

yeah thats all ive got for now

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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May I request a continuation of 'Second Love' pls???😳

Part One, Part Two

"Hello, darling."

Villain gave the headstone a fond pat before gathering the withered violets from their vase and tossing the old, browning water onto a neighboring grave. He set the vase back in its spot, marked by the brown ring left behind on the stone, and plopped the fresh bouquet in the old one's place.

"Sorry it's been a couple months." He unscrewed the cap of his water bottle and filled the vase halfway with cold, clear water, adjusting a few stems until the flower arrangement was good enough for Other Superhero's resting place. "I've been busy with the power inhibitor. And guess what? It's almost done. Just a few more bugs to work out, and I'll be ready. So. Cross your fingers for me up there, eh?" He chuckled weakly, leaning forward on the balls of his feet to bundle up the old flowers into his hands. They crinkled in his twisting fingers.

"What's that?" Villain said as a light breeze hissed past his ears and carried away a few crumbled petals. Sometimes it was easier to pretend a conversation than to just sit here and stare at the grave. "Anything else new? Well, remember that really annoying hero I told you about a while back? The stupidly determined one? Well, she's still coming around. I think she's actually invincible. I threw a brick at her head the other day. A brick! She didn't even flinch. In fact, she broke my brick."

Villain sighed, throwing back his head to look at the wisps of clouds overhead.

"She's such a mess: clumsy, awkward, never admitting to her mistakes. Even when she wins it’s an accident. I don’t even know how she passed the exam. …I suppose she does have the rare quality of never giving up. No matter what I say or how hopeless it gets, she keeps trying. And she has a good heart. Even if she’s bought into the agency’s garbage, she wants to do the right thing. And…”

A smile had begun spreading up Villain’s jaw but he quickly quashed it, a stab of guilt lurching his stomach.

"I’m sorry. Is this weird? I know it's only been two years. For some people, that's a long time, and for others, it's no time at all...and...I love you so much." Villain hung his head. How should he continue? What was he actually getting at? Whatever it was, it seemed a dangerous thing to put into words. A dangerous, traitorous thing.

"I’m not saying I have feelings for her," he clarified quickly. "I barely know her. And our plan is and always will be my top priority. But…sometimes, when she’s around…I don’t ache so much.” He sighed heavily, rubbing his palms into eyes long dried of useless tears. “I don't want to make the wrong choice.”

The wind ruffled villain’s clothes, this time strong enough to tear the dead violets completely out of his hands. They carried halfway across the cemetery and scattered amongst the other headstones.

Villain blandly watched them go, then tipped his head up toward the sky and closed his eyes, letting leftover winds caress his skin.

"I miss you, darling."

***

"Could you not stare like that?" Re-Re said, sliding his dessert protectively out of Hero's line of sight.

Hero cocked her head to the side and summed up a confused expression. "I don't know what you're even talking--" She gave up before the sentence was even through, leaning in closer. "Just one bite?"

Re-Re frowned, successfully battling her unbreaking stare for a full minute before sighing and shoving the plate toward her. "Is this why we have brunch every month? So you can continue to break my spirit?"

Hero snatched up her fork and cut off the front corner of the flan with its edges, scraping up a little syrup off the plate before shoving it happily in her mouth. "Don't be dramatic."

"It's sort of my thing," her ex-nemesis said. "If I'm not going to commit crime anymore, I'm at least going to be a villain in my heart."

As if to punctuate this statement, he waved his hand subtly toward the waitress and her big tray of coffee mugs and juices. The tray re-winded to three seconds beforehand. The waitress did not.

For a single moment, the tray hung in mid-air, the waitress staring at her empty hands in utter disbelief. A moment later, the tray crashed into the ground, shattering glasses and spilling puddles of drinks everywhere.

Re-Re covered his mouth with one hand and cackled quietly to himself.

Hero raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "Technically, I could write you up."

"For a joke?"

"If a retired villain slips back into crime--"

Re-Re rolled his eyes. "Oh stop being so good all the time. Sir Redo-Rewind is retired. That's that. I'm just scratching an itch." Then, maybe to redirect her attention from him, he said, "How's the new nemesis? Villain, right? Scarier than me?"

Hero smiled. "Never. Just different."

Re-Re slid back his dessert plate. "Be honest, everyone knows Villain is another level. Even us villains. How's it been?"

"Well..."

Sort of embarrassing. Villain didn't stick to any sort of script. He didn't share anything either. In fact, he mostly ignored her unless she got close enough to prompt him into action. When she got this job, she thought it was a big deal. That maybe the agency was finally recognizing that she could do a good job, but now she wondered if she was just keeping Villain distracted from everything he'd rather be doing.

"I don't think his heart's in it," Hero said finally.

"Not all villains buy into theatrics," Re-Re shrugged. "Some honestly just want to do the job. It's nothing to do with you."

Hero knew that. Of course, there were different levels of villains, those who looked for attention and those who actually liked mass havoc, but the issue with Villain was she didn't know what he wanted. Aside from being alone and making machines.

"Ok, yes," she consented, "but honestly, I'm not even sure what I'm stopping. He's always just...sitting there. Tinkering. But the agency says the job requires an everyday raid, so I have to be doing something, right?"

Re-Re shrugged. "I never met Villain personally, too big a fish for my pond, but I mean, the agency killed his wife. So yeah, I don't think he's just sitting around. Villains aren't exactly in the habit of forgiving."

"What?"

"Oh it's a whole thing: 'Stab a villain in the eye, and all you're life you'll be blind.' Basically, whatever you do, we'll bring it back tenf--"

"No, not that," Hero interrupted. "His wife. Other Superhero. I knew she died, but what do you mean the agency killed her?"

"Oh." Re-Re shrugged, scooping up another bite of cake before leaning against the latticed back of his chair. "I don't know the exact details, but it's a big rumor. Basically, Villain had defected to the agency, was doing missions with them and everything. But when he and Other Superhero were sent on a mission together, something went wrong. Other Superhero got hurt, but instead of pulling out, they were told to prioritize the mission. I guess Villain was pretty vocal about turning around but the agency dismissed it as deception. Because of his background, I guess maybe they thought he was lying to help other villains? Anyway, later Superhero was too injured to escape the mission. When Villain was the only one who survived, the other heroes blamed him, even accused him of leaving her to die on purpose."

Hero gaped at Re-Re in shock. The agency... Villain... What?

"B-but the agency always said they got into an accident."

Re-Re shrugged. "I'm only saying what I've heard."

Hero wanted to reject it immediately. There was no way that the agency would force an injured superhero to continue a mission. Even if they hadn't trusted Villain, wouldn't they have trusted Other Superhero? Did Other Superhero bluff about her condition? Or had she begged to be removed too?

If Hero was being honest, there was a lot of pressure for results from the agency. Backing out of a mission or rejecting an assignment was definitely taboo. It got you labeled as weak or in conflict of interest. A strange sense of respect came with almost dying for the cause. And if Other Superhero had been married to a villain, she would have had a lot to prove to her peers.

Hero suddenly felt sick.

Poor Other Superhero.

Poor Villain.

To have his own pain disregarded and be pinned for the whole thing.

"I...I have to go," Hero said.

Re-Re stood up along with her. "I didn't upset you, did I?"

"No. I... There's just something I think I should do."

***

Villain had just slipped his shoes off when a heavy knock on his front door brought them back to the entrance. The last person he expected to see through the peephole was Hero.

What was this? A new tactic? Didn't she ever take a break? Villain really wasn't in the mood to fight right now, but he had a suspicious feeling that ignoring the hero would only prompt her to find another way in, and he was more sick of fixing things.

He swung open the door with a heavy sigh already drifting from his lungs. "Let me tell you upfront, I'm not doing anything villainous today."

Hero gave a small little leap at his abruptness, but it didn't stop her from immediately shoving a massive bouquet into his chest.

Villain blinked at the arrangement of purple hyacinths, zinnias, and lemon balm, taking several moments to register what was happening and grasp the wrapped stems.

"I'm sorry," Hero said, looking up at him with earnest eyes. The look itself wasn't abnormal, they were usually filled with an earnestness to do what was right, but for the first time, that dedication was aimed toward him. "I asked the flower shop to put together something for grieving. I'm not sure what they all mean, but I know zinnias are for absent friends. I didn't really know Other Superhero, and of course, they were more just a friend to you, but I still feel-- Hey, what's wrong. You're really red."

Villain touched one hand to his cheek. Sure enough, his face burned as if on fire. What was Hero thinking, getting him a gift like this? Didn't she see it was too late for grieving flowers? That they could easily be misconstrued as something else? And yet, it might be the nicest thing anyone had done for him in a long time.

"I'm fine," he said quickly, bringing the flowers to his nose to hide the greater portion of his blush. Yes, it was a nice gesture, but why did he have to feel so flustered? "Thank you. D-do you want to come in?"

Villain cringed inwardly as the words left his mouth. He was supposed to be avoiding everything agency related, not inviting it right back into his life. Hero was no exception.

"Oh..." Hero hesitated a moment, but then said, "Sure!"

Villain's heart pounded a little faster as he stepped back and widened the door opening for her to step through. And this time, he could not ignore it.

...

I did it! I finally finished one of my original requests!

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 1 year

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I think something that also gets me is outside, irey, the west side of the speedster bloodline families are chosen to become speedsters whether it’s Barry’s spirit, fate, the speedforce itself, they have a element of being chosen for the job while the Allen side of the family, outside Barry, are born with these powers, they are just given their connection and their strength, there is no sense that they had to earn or learn anything. Obviously, this is a massive oversimplification. But I think when it comes down to the differences, I think that’s also often why a lot of the Allen vs West descendants come into conflict on a theme level. Like, the question of is it better to be born with great power or given it later on. What makes someone better? The answer is neither but it something hat floats in their heads. Like for instance, Wally isn’t Barry’s son but he was chosen by him while the twins must have felt proud to be Barry’s kids but didn’t feel especially wanted.

(Side note: this is also sorta why I kind of hate yjtv’s flashfam so much sometimes bc esp season 2, they play up that obviously Bart is better bc he’s BLOOD RELATED to Barry. And it’s just weird and so….oddly light years away from the core of what makes the flash fam great, but whatever)

Huh. I don't mean to poke holes in your thesis here but I don't think there's enough to say anything definitive vis-a-vis given vs inherited?

Given, Inherited

Wests: Daniel, Wally, Ace, Irey, Jai, John

Allens: Barry, Don, Dawn, Bart, Jenni

Barry, Daniel, Wally and Ace were all given their speedforce connections through accidents/fate. Don, Dawn, Irey, Jai, Bart, Jenni and John all inherited their speedforce connections from their parents, albeit with different rates of inheritance. Don and Dawn's powers were present at birth with no abnormalities or malfunctions. Bart, Irey and Jai manifested malfunctioning powers at birth. Jenni manifested powers at puberty with no abnormalities or malfunctions. John manifested powers as an adult after extreme stress and danger. It was assumed that his lab accident gave him powers but it was later revealed that they just triggered his latent powers to activate.

And that's not even looking at the long line of superpowered Allen descendants shown in Chain Lightning.

There are a lot of Allen descendants that inherited speedforce connections but there are also a lot of West descendants that inherited speedforce connections. We just have a skewed perspective of it because we've seen more of Barry's family tree (his grandkids and all the Allen descendants in Chain Lightning). But John's existence several centuries in the future shows that the West genes have just as much sticking power.

That's not to say that I think you are wrong, it's just that I think it's more of a localized issue. Specifically, this is a Wally & Ace vs Don, Dawn and Bart issue. And the issue is all about Barry at its core.

Subconsciously or not, Barry gave Wally and Ace their powers. In doing so he made them metaphorically his children, his 'Kids' if you will. If you look at the emphasis on speedforce connections and inheritance through bloodlines, Barry giving them those powers was a symbolic adoption of sorts. It didn't stop at metaphors and symbols either. Barry raised those two as his sons. They were his kids.

Wally struggled a lot with Bart being "actually" related to Barry. When Bart first showed up Wally was being very hard on himself and he felt like a failure. A large reason why he hadn't stopped being the Flash was his sense of duty to Barry and the legacy. He was the closest thing Barry had to a child. He was Barry's legacy and, even if he thought he sucked at it, he had a duty to carry on for Barry. Bart threw that entire line of thought into question and caused him to spiral. The fact that Bart could do things he couldn't? It was just fuel on the fire. In Wally's mind he was just a pretender to the throne and Bart was the rightful heir. It isn't a coincidence that Wally only thought about Bart in terms of Barry at first and wanted to be his guardian. Keeping Bart safe, training him and giving him the mantle was the only way Wally thought he could make it right. (It's a really good thing Iris didn't let that happen and Bart wanted nothing to do with the legacy aspect, cause that would've been a disaster)

The powers definitely played a part in it but it wasn't because Bart was born with powers. It was because Bart was born with Barry's powers. I mean, Wally had issues with Bart being able to vibrate through walls (a thing Barry could do but Wally couldn't) but Wally had no issues with Bart's ability to create scouts (a thing neither Barry nor Wally could do). It had nothing to do with Bart being 'more adept or skilled'. It was all about Bart being more like Barry than Wally was.

It was the same when Wally met Jenni. The only reason Jenni escaped Wally's jealousy and misplaced self loathing was because she provided him with two bigger threats. The Tornado Twins.

(what's interesting is that this word choice 'favorite son' legitimized Wally's relationship with Barry in his head. Here were Barry's "actual blood" children confirming that Wally was Barry's son. This is what caused Wally to realize that his issues with the twins were unfounded and silly)

The twins hated Wally. He was the prodigal son. The golden child. Barry loved Wally, Iris loved Wally and the twins grew up in the shadow of an older brother they could never live up to. To the twins, Wally was the son Barry chose. They were the kids Barry never asked for.

So, TLDR: I don't think the question is "Is it better to be born with great power or develop great power later on" but rather "is it better to be born Barry's kid or develop that relationship later on".

#i don't think Wally and Ace are ever really jealous of the Allen kids being born with powers #wally gets jealous of Bart's abilities but only in connection with Barry #Wally had issues with Barts ability to vibrate through walls (an ability Barry had) but not Bart's ability to create scouts #because Barry didn't have that ability #it wasn't about Bart being better or more skilled. it was about Bart being more like Barry #likewise Barts issues with Wally were more about Wally's relationships with people. ie why did Bart's family like Wally so much #Bart thought they liked Wally more than him and he didn't understand it. Wally was chosen. beloved. and Bart wanted that #Bart was comparing his teenage self with Wallys adult self instead of Wallys teenaged self.#so Bart saw rules and supervision for him and freedom for Wally. he didn't understand that Wally had the same thing at Barts age #don and dawn also saw wally as beloved and chosen. whereas they were just unavoidable burdens #basically they all have issues. its not really about the powers tho imo

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philosophicalparadox · 1 year

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Cough, it’s me, hi

Regarding our clown:

What kinks doesn’t he have? Where does he draw the line, as red as his red flags?

Thank you 💀❤️

He has his limitations. He's rather keen on keeping clean, so I suspect any kind of Scat or disease kink is gonna be a big ole nope. Omarashi/piss kink though? Well, technically urine is sterile until it makes contact with something, so as long as his partner is clean down there I think he'd be okay with water sports 😆

Also, simple as it is, I think he'd turn away someone who just. Wasn't attractive enough. Hed also likely turn away any partner that Just didn't smell appealing to him in one way or another. Be it medication, illness, age related things, or just an accident of genes, if you don't smell appealing he won't smash.

Other turn offs include being unnecessarily sycophantic (especially as a sub) and bad acting. He's all for role play, but you gotta really commit to the bit.

He's all for every facet of BDS(S,S)M(M) but his partner can't be too wishy-washy. He's uh. Not the guy you wanna go to if you're just trying certain kinks and haven't got a feel for them yet (especially Sadism/Masochism or CNC) cause he will run rough-shot right over any boundaries in pursuit of his own pleasure if he gets too interested or excited. So putting him in a position where he's already supposed to be breaking rules and actively ignoring "pretend boundaries" when his partner isn't too confident in their ability to play along is not going to end well for them most likely.

I also get the feeling he prefers very much to be the one in pursuit so to say. He doesnt mind people trying to seduce him per se, but man you'd better be good at it. I dont think he'd tolerate someone who was always trying to get past his pants and doing it badly. Unless it was so terrible it was cute. That is its own form of entertainment and can be a valid (and effective) strategy.

Which leads me to an important distinction: Sexual desperation? Total kink. He goes hard for edging and toying with people's libido. He lives to turn people on and then watch them writhe with uncertainty, want and even confusion.

Emotional intimacy kind of desperation?. Hard pass. He has no room for that ugly color in his wardrobe and won't be seen standing next to it either if he can help it any. Though it can come in handy sometimes, that is something he prefers not to do to the greatest degree possible. Especially if they're gonna be all clingy and touchy feely. Nope, nope and nope. He doesn't mind fulfilling people's psycho-sexual needs if they're useful to him, but he draws a hard line at anything approaching lovey-dovey, obsessed-with-him, or truly Romantic in its intention. Or, at least most the time. :) Even he has his own psycho-sexual thing going on now and then and doesn't mind cuddles or intimate physical contact to that end. But the concept of "making love" is not something he really understands nor enjoys partaking in. (Nor being expected to partake in).

Honestly I feel like he probably says no more often than his prospective partners do, because he's busy, or not in the mood, or they just don't have enough significance - or the wrong kind of significance, like with his own staff - to be worth the while. Sex feels great but even it gets dull after all that time. As horny as he is, even he has his limitations.

:) hope I answered sufficiently.

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #mephisto pheles #ask

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cupidsintern · 1 year

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we've met before, pt 1

ronance, slowburn in three parts

It started when she kissed Steve. Which she shouldn't have done. She didn't even really know why she did it.

That was a lie.

She did it to feel something. Feel anything really. To see if she was the frigid bitch she suspected herself to have become.

She didn't have time to find out though, because, on the steps to his front door, in the warm summer evening, Steve shoved her off him.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” was the first thing he said. Sweat gave the skin at his temples a gentle sheen.

I don’t know.

Nancy didn't say anything. She just looked at him, maybe a little surprised at how strong he’d gotten.

I don’t know what's wrong with me. Fuck, I wish I knew.

“You can’t- Don’t do this again.” She’d never seen him this angry. Angry and. And hurt. And sad. “Don’t do to Jonathan what you did to me.”

“I…” Nancy hoped if she started talking, maybe she would keep talking, and whatever she said would be the answer. But she just stood there, lips chapped and parted. The scent of Steve’s hair stirred nothing in her. His lips had felt dry and cold. Maybe that was her lips.

Steve shook his head at her. His disappointment stung. “You have to tell him.”

“It- it was one kiss,” She laughed nervously “It was an accident- a mistake. There’s nothing to tell-”

“You tell him or I will.”

Tears had sprung to Nancy’s eyes. Which was strange because she didn't really feel all that sad. She didn't feel anything. Except maybe tired.

Steve seemed to feel bad for her then (probably because of the tears) and his voice got softer.

“Listen, Nance. I don’t- I’m not trying to punish you or anything its just. You can’t treat him like this. He… He really loves you.” Then, even softer. “Just like I did.”

Maybe Nancy should have felt remorse. Or guilt. Or something more than… this.

She felt like she was filling in for herself. Phoning in being alive. And without thinking, or even really feeling herself speak the words she said. “Okay. I’ll tell him.”

But she didn’t say when.

Weeks passed.

Nancy did nothing

She knew she should tell Jonathan. Resolved to do it every time she saw Steve when he would drop Dustin off at the Wheeler's after school, or anytime she had to return Holly’s kids tapes to Family Video. They’d see each other, lock eyes, and Nancy would look away before she could start to dwell on the mixture of pity and concern on Steve’s face. God, she must look desperate.

She was, she supposed. But what for?

Company.

She always seemed to be home alone.

Home in her room doing homework.

Home listening to Jonathan’s voice on the phone, pretending it was getting farther and farther away.

Home in the living room, sitting across from Mike on the couch in mutual silence as the TV hummed across from them.

Home in the kitchen, sneaking peanut butter sandwiches after everyone else was asleep.

She hardly even went in the backyard. And she hardly saw anyone who felt like company.

Mike was a permanent fixture in her life, just like everyone else in her family. Whether she liked it or not.

Sometimes she thought about how her and Mike used to play knight and princess in the backyard. They’d conspire to save their parents from the evil creatures of the backyard, him with a poorly made cardboard sword, and her with a magic potion made of mud and leaves, poured into a old jam jar. They’d seemed to have so much in common.

But Nancy would sit across from him in the living room, at the dining table, and think maybe today would be the day she’d actually have a conversation with him.

But she never did.

He wouldn’t be much to talk to anyway.

The world was very quiet when you spent all your time alone. A twig snapping felt like a gunshot. But it was only Holly, running in the backyard. The sound was enough to pull Nancy out of her thoughts with an uncomfortable lurch, as she remembered she was meant to be watching Holly.

Her mother had taken to volunteering at the church in the afternoons, and “since you’re not doing anything, you can watch Holly.”

Nancy watched her little sister traverse the same backyard she had at that age. The air was still chilly, but Holly showed no signs of being cold, cavorting about so much her cheeks were bright pink when she finally came back into the kitchen, where Nancy was standing, nursing a long-cold mug of coffee.

“Is that coffee?” Was Holly's first question.

“Who’s asking?” Nancy replied, taking a sip.

“Mom said you’re not supposed to have coffee. It stunts your growth.”

Nancy rolled her eyes “I’m not getting any taller.” Then, “take your shoes off, you’re tracking in mud.”

Holly seemed glum after this exchange.

Maybe that’s why Nancy offered to drive her into town.

“Don’t wanna go into town.” Was Holly's reply. She was laying on the floor with her feet propped up on the couch.

“I’ll take you to get a copy of The Dark Crystal.” Was Nancy’s counter.

Dark Crystal had been deemed “satanic” by their parents, but Holly loved puppets, and had wanted to see it for a long time.

The drive into town was affected only by a thick mist that didn’t seem to want to commit to being rain. Nancy honked at an old woman stopped at a green light, which Holly thought was endlessly amusing, and they made it to Family Video in one piece.

Nancy braced herself for Steve’s presence, pushed through the door-

And he wasn’t there.

Robin was.

She looked up at Nancy and smiled.

No, she was probably smiling at Holly- why would you think she was smiling at you?

“Hey, Wheelers One and Three!” Robin said. “Looking for anything particular?”

Holly hooked both hands on the end of the counter as if to pull herself up to Robin’s height, but only managed to get her chin over the counter, and started talking about The Dark Crystal.

According to Robin, this was one of her favorite movies. But maybe she was just being nice, since Holly was a kid.

Nancy browsed the crime dramas, or pretended to. She felt the bite of jealousy that even Robin was better with her little sister than she was. Ever awkward Robin seemed to charm everyone Nancy had the hardest time with, she’d certainly charmed Steve-

“Did you ever watch Blow Out?” Robins voice startled Nancy.

Robin, who apparently walked over a few seconds ago, reached her arm out- completely in Nancy's personal space- to grab a movie with John Travolta's face over the cover.

“It’s supposed to be good but I never got around to watching it.” Robin continues.

“I, um,” Nancy collects herself. “It’s fine. I think Travolta does a good job. The director is kind of. Overblown a lot of the time though.”

“Hm. Thoughtful review. No wonder you’re in charge of the paper.” Robin smiled, and put the movie back. She walked back to the counter with her hands in her pockets- she was wearing slacks again, like she sometimes did. As if Family Video was a formal event.

Robin was ringing them up, copy of Dark Crystal clutched covetously in Holly's hands, when Nancy got the idea that Robin was a girl. Which sounds stupid but Nancy hadn’t really hung out with anyone her age who wasn’t a boyfriend in maybe. A year. And wouldn’t it be nice to just be around someone? However odd and slack-wearing they may be.

And before she could really think about it much more, Nancy says:

“Hey, Robin. Do you want to. Hangout? Sometime?”

Robin blinked at her.

“I figure we deserve some girl time, you know?” Nancy continued, feigning confidence, suddenly terrified Robin will turn her down. Or laugh in her face. “We’re always around the guys and we’re always you know, doing stuff. Might be nice to-“

“Have. Girl time?” Robin tilted her head.

“Yeah you know like. Paint our nails, watch a movie. Maybe talk about guys.” Nancy tried her best casual smile.

“I can for sure paint my nails.” Robin nods. “When shall we have this “girl time”?”

Nancy can’t really tell if Robin is mocking her, or legitimately new to the idea but now shes in it.

They agreed on tomorrow.

Holly asked if she could come too.

pt 2 coming soon. probably tomorrow :3

#ronance #slow burn #ronance fic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #my writing

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washipink · 1 year

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Rain by Jocelyn Samara D (Year 2: 2012)

Look, I am FIENDING this comic. I’ve already read through yet another year. This time, it’s chapter 7: Mixed Feelings through chapter 12: Drab.

Last time’s summary was super long because I had to establish our base cast, so this time I’ll try to keep it ONLY to major events.

After the very eventful Halloween party, everyone’s pretty fucked up. One of the straight classmates is VERY convinced he’s gay because he thought Ky was cute. Ky agonizes about exactly what gender she might be and how to tell Rain. Emily breaks up with her creepy boyfriend.

As for Rain and Rudy, they’re both VERY fucking confused about what that kiss of theirs means. After being prodded by pretty much everyone in the school, they have a heartfelt conversation in which Rudy says he likes Rain for who she is rather than what she is. That it doesn’t matter if she’s a girl or a boy.

I have a LOT to say about this scene in particular. If this came out today, the baby gays on twitter would have their heads explode. I can already hear the claims that Rudy is transphobic because he’s a gay boy that is attracted to a trans woman. I can already hear the Bi-Gay discourse. It’s AWFUL and if you start it on this post, you’re blocked.

I’d completely forgotten about the Rain/Rudy THING so I was pretty surprised when he spoke his heart on the matter. Once again, the comic goes out of its way to portray the messy realities of growing up queer. Sometimes, its like jamming puzzle pieces that shouldnt match together. Rain is not a man, but loving her doesn’t make Rudy straight.

That said, it is NOT heartening that their ship name is “RuIn”.

Gavin and Maria take it pretty rough, considering how badly THEY wanted to be with Rain. While it’s played for laughs for a bit, it does genuinely create a fracture between Rain and her friends that lasts for a while.

While they’re avoiding Rain, Gavin gets MORE into her somehow. Like, Gavin is HORNY horny.

Eventually, Maria reconnects with Chanel, a girl she met at the Halloween party. This is because she heard Chanel doesn’t like men, so she thinks she has a shot.

And it turns out she does. She’s REALLY friendly and ends up telling Maria to her face that she should just apologize to Rain and see what happens.

Our Queer Quartet (ft. Gavin) expands to a Merry Band of Five.

Rain’s even been getting along with Emily since the party.

It looks like everything’s gonna be fine!

Until Fara gets a call from Rain’s big brother.

You see, something went wrong for Aiken and he needs a place to crash. That means....

Rain is going to have to play pretend for a while.

And since Rain is being Ryan, he can't have a BOYFRIEND, now can he? So, Rudy must once again become Ruby. And if you ask me, he really like it. Like, he's ENTHUSIASTIC about crossdressing. There's so much gender going on in this cast.

During this chapter, Rain and Ky find out what each others deals are, kinda. It's an unfortunate accident in which Ky was going to "come clean" to Rain, but finds her in drab.

Anyway, things are going well. Rain, Aiken, Gavin, Rudy, Ky, and Fara go to the mall because things are getting crowded in the apartment... but Aiken encounters none other than Emily's creepy grown-ass-man ex-boyfriend. Who draws the connection between Rain and her older sister, who he used to be engaged to.

There are some real "Small World" connections in this comic.

Anyway, Aiken does NOT take it well. He pieces together Rain's new hair cut with the similar person Chase described. And it just so happens that the entire reason Aiken was here was that he broke things off with his fiance... because she is ALSO trans.

Aiken is... of course... transphobic at Rain. His big hang up is the idea that he was "lied to" by yet another "selfish tranny", so of course Fara chews him the fuck out.

I'm gonna allow the last page of the chapter to speak for itself.

Final Thoughts

Year 2 was way more interesting than Year 1. Now that all the major players have been introduced, Samara can ramp up the drama and let them interact in more complex ways.

I love this cast so much because every one of them feels like someone I've met. When I first read it, I didn't really have experience with anyone even remotely similar besides Aiken.

Something similar to exactly this happened to me when I was reading:

My mom borrowed my phone once and saw a page titled "Rain LGBT" in my history. She didn't read it or anything, she just saw those 4 little letters and Lost It. Cornered me while everyone was out of the room at a family gathering and everything. Aiken's reaction to Rain's authentic self really hit home for me. it's easy to tell why she's so scared to tell him. People have hurt queer people for less.

On the topic of the comedy, I'm not sure if its gotten any better or if I'm just more endeared to the characters having read so far.

In terms of Chapter count, we're already 25% of the way done.

For those of you reading along, I'll see you for Year 3.

#Rain Comic #Rain LGBT #Jocelyn Samara D #LGBT Webcomic #Rain Webcomic #Queer Art #lgbtq #Amy's Rain Review

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possessionisamyth · 1 year

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things i need to unpack

-the gender thing

I remember bringing up the possibility of talking T to a sister in university to which she immediately dissauded me saying i didn't need it and shouldn't do that, no idea what her intentions were or if she was trying to be supportive but i guilted that idea out of me by doing research and convincing myself its not worth the effort, i still dont know if i think its worth the effort or not, but i do need to sort through this

i also remember discovering the term androgynous and running with it only for a group of well meaning friends to further prod me on the definition as if that weren't enough (this was during the time where a bunch of lgbt terms were being brought back into the normal language while others where being created) so I don't blame them but it did kinda make me hate labels if mentioning one meant id be asked to constantly elaborate

-the sexuality thing

I floated between a lot of labels as i was learning them, the first one being bisexual since in highschool there was only gay straight or bi, and a lot of queer online discussion changed between me graduating high school and me leaving university

did latch onto the term "demisexual" when it dropped because it felt like me, but was questioned again when trying to explain it and was told "isnt that just what everyone does?" didn't take this response as maybe they were on the same wavelength and proceeded to have the most uncomfortable and irritated relationship with the concept of asexuality ever since, resorted to sorting myself into simply having a low sex drive and maybe not having met the right person yet, didn't help that the people i was dating or interested in at the time were all some level of shitty or uncommunicative sometimes with the bonus of expectations on me I couldn't meet

realizing now that ive guilted myself out of the idea and it just mixed in with my weird and fluctuating relationship with my body making me feel justified for being a dick

-other thoughts

Also realizing now my people pleasing habits, desire to not be a burden on anyone, and letting my own feelings be ignored or bottled up for the sake of other people's comforts did just as much hindrance for my personal journey as learning all the new information helped said journey

i lashed out at people i shouldn't have, over stepped boundaries i didn't comprehend, and came off all wrong when i was learning to set my own boundaries and trying to hate myself less, there were a lot of pivots trying to curb that self hatred, some better than others, others that resulted in me having to navigate around these coping methods i no longer need and no longer help me

I think i do have a lot of unspoken anxiety about whether im allowed to be angry or sad or upset about myself and my relationships because there have been many times where i try to voice those feelings and I'm told I shouldn't respond that way, and ive unfortunately done the same to others, and i think i do need to let myself sit in my bad moods so i can actually process them instead of trying to constantly shove it to the back of my mind and pretend it isnt there

and i can recognize ive said things that have hurt people or made them upset because of all of this shit ive listed and i cant go back and fix most of it because my running into those people are very slim and thats just the nature of life

But, i think to really sort of heal I'll need to start saying whats for me and that what i say is enough

So I think i am demisexual and androgynous nonbinary and I think if i ever want to start taking T that'll be my decision and no one elses and i still have to unpack the baggage and the guilt but i can keep moving forward, and if those labels change than thats good too and it wont be because someone else made me feel bad directly or by accident for making a decision

#aris advents #gender stuff #body stuff

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fanfoolishness · 2 years

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The Barrens (Severance)

(Mark Scout goes camping to clear his head. It doesn't really work. Angst, grief, alcohol use. Set about 6 months after Mark takes the job at Lumon. 2000 words.)

It’s… wrong, right away.

He tries to ignore the feeling. Everything looks normal. The tent stands proudly, put together in record time by his own hands. Camp’s set up, with the gas stove on the end of the picnic table, the weekend’s food safely packed away in the bear box, a single camp chair unfolded by the fire pit, the cooler filled with cold beer.

But the only reason he got the tent put up so quickly is that Gemma isn’t here, teasing him and pretending to “help.” Sometimes her help consisted of tickling him. Sometimes it was pulling her shirt down to flash some cleavage. Other times it was jumping in to sincerely lend a hand and accidentally dropping all the poles.

He misses every bit of it.

Mark settles heavily into the chair. It squeaks under him. He looks up at the pitch pines filling his view, notes the afternoon sunlight slanting through them, listens to the sounds of little birds in the treetops. She’d know what they were. He doesn’t. One of them lights down from the trees, landing in the dirt near his feet. It forages for bugs, looking utterly unconcerned with him, focused on the task at hand.

“Hey there,” he says, his voice rusty in his throat.

The bird, startled, takes to the air in a flash of black and yellow. He watches it vanish up into the trees, joining its flock. Their songs are tiny whistly things, sharp in his ears.

The pines blur. He blinks, eyes stinging. Stupid allergies.

He reaches for a beer.

He’s trying, he really is. He tells himself so as his boots dig into rich loam and grip on cool stone. Blue skies and vast puffy white clouds rise overhead. Butterflies flash in the small meadows that open up here and there among the trees. Birds chitter in the pines.

Other hikers pass him by with broad smiles or the nod of “hey, I see you” or a quick wave. Sometimes they’re families with teenagers straggling behind looking at their phones; sometimes they’re gung-ho seniors with trekking poles and bulging packs. Sometimes they’re couples, and Mark looks away from them, focusing on the trail instead.

His therapist thought getting out in the woods again would be good for him, or at least, he’d said so the last time Mark saw him over a month ago. A thread of guilt uncurls within him at the appointments he’s missed. It’s hard to keep them, even though Lumon has said they are always happy to accommodate their employees' needs. More than once Mark made it halfway to the man’s office building, called him and told him he couldn’t make it. There’ve been a few cancellation fees, but that’s fine. With Gemma’s life insurance, he can afford it.

Devon had been pushing him to get outside again too, though she’d asked more than once if he wanted to go with her and Ricken. He didn’t -- doesn’t -- feel up for that. Sometimes he can handle Ricken in small doses, but it’s gotten a helluva lot harder the past few months. Devon is easier, of course -- he doesn’t know what he would have done without her -- but there are times she looks at him with so much fucking sorrow in her eyes he cannot stand it. So he’d told her that, this first time since the accident, he just wanted to be alone.

Maybe it’s not so bad. The fresh air’s good, anyway. He breathes deep of it, notes the difference between the musty air in his own place, the close woody atmosphere of Devon’s house, the cold sterile air of the Lumon building. For a fleeting moment, he wonders what it’s like on the Severed floor. Is the air any different there than what he knows before the elevator drops?

But that’s something he doesn’t like to think about for long, and his mind slides past the errant thought, focusing once more on the trail ahead.

The miles slowly add up, his legs starting to ache. It’s been almost a year since he’s done anything like hiking, and it shows in his sluggish pace and the sweat slicking his shirt and hair. He’s even getting passed by birdwatchers now. But this is a good ache, a clean ache. Isn’t it?

More people pass him by, and he finds himself on a little stretch along a ridge, no one else in sight. He doesn’t care for the quiet. The ghost of Gemma’s trail chatter, bright or giggly, or cranky or tired, or utterly determined, makes his ears ring.

Dinner’s not much. He’d brought some hot dogs and some macaroni and cheese. Kids’ crap. Gemma and Ricken both loved grandiose camp food -- Ricken had brought a charcuterie board one time, with each meat packaged separately in its own biodegradable wrapper, and Gemma loved to forage for handfuls of plump weird mushrooms that no one else was ever brave enough to try -- but Mark and Devon both enjoyed more prosaic food outdoors. Something about the open air and the scent of pine and the hunger on the trail always made even basic mac and cheese taste incredible. A beer to wash it down with? Even better.

He sits at the picnic table, chasing chunks of cheesy noodles and hot dog meat of dubious origin with his fork. He stares into the distance at nothing in particular. A mosquito whines in his ear and he smacks the side of his head reflexively. His ears ring, but the mosquito is squished in his palm. Score one Mark.

Twilight seeps around the edges of the pines. The bird calls fade away -- except for one owl, resolutely hoo hoo hoo, hooing -- to be replaced by cricket chirps. Fireflies flicker near the ground, chasing each other in little zaps of light. He watches them idly, remembering how he and Devon used to have firefly catching contests. He smiles a little at the memory. She was always speedier than he was, more delicate. He’d squished more than one in his haste, but she usually beat him anyway, waving her jar of glowing beetles around in victory.

He could’ve invited her. Hell, he could have even stood Ricken for a little while. It’s only one weekend, anyway. But he didn’t invite them, and he sits alone at the picnic table in the growing dark, and he finishes another beer.

Mark stirs in his camp chair, blinking drowsily. His mouth tastes of stale beer. He glances down, notices the empty six-pack at the foot of his chair. His fire has sunk to glowing red coals, though it’s still managed to blow plenty of campsmoke into his eyes, judging by the way they feel tight and swollen.

He stands up, shuffles his way to the cooler, and grabs another six-pack. His head feels muzzy and his calves ache and his nose twitches at the humid summer air. He opens another beer and sinks back into his chair, squinting and trying to allow his eyes to adjust to the dark.

Campfire time had always been Gemma’s favorite. She loved the exploring and the hiking and the nature, of course, but here around the campfire, something about the firelight always seemed to bring out her inner philosopher. She’d sit there quietly for twenty minutes, then utterly blow his mind with a sudden treatise on the meaning of life or the interconnectedness of humanity and Earth itself. Sometimes the campfire got him going, too, and the lessons of history seemed clearer than ever, the patterns of humanity and its rise and fall and rebirth plain to see. They’d talk hours into the night, pausing only to stare at the stars overhead or the flames rippling before them.

He never got tired of hearing her voice.

His lip trembles, tucks in at the side, folds tight. He blinks back tears.

“It’s not fair,” he mumbles into the cricket chorus. He’s breathing too hard. “It’s not fucking fair!”

The shout echoes among the trees, fades into the night. At another campsite, somewhere in the dark, a dog barks frantically. Mark stares at his boots, abashed.

He’s too old for this shit.

Despite carefully scouring his campsite for the smoothest possible section of ground, he is somehow laying on an enormous tree root and approximately forty jagged rocks. He tosses fitfully in his sleeping bag. Even Gemma’s yoga mat under his back provides little respite from the cruelties of nature.

He shifts in the dark, groaning. The crickets still sing, but what had seemed pleasant around the campfire sounds like a cacophony now. He wonders, briefly, if part of it is the headache creeping up around his temple and the taste of beer still on his tongue, but he shakes the thought away.

He rolls over, yawns, stretches out one arm. But there’s no Gemma soft and warm beside him, no Gemma nuzzled into the crook between his neck and shoulder. He whips his arm back as if stung.

What is he doing out here?

It’s not okay.

It’s never going to be okay.

He rolls back onto the tree root and the forty rocks. He buries his face in his pillow, his breathing ragged, and when he does fall asleep, he dreams of long hallways and a bright white hospital room, a roaring campfire at the foot of the bed.

Mark takes a deep breath as the elevator lands. Something is different, but it takes him a moment to place it. The elevator doors open with a soft ding. He takes a step and winces, his calves aching at the stretch. Is that the difference?

He walks the familiar path to MDR on autopilot, limping just a little as he veers left, tilts right as indicated. He checks his watch and notices red bumps on the back of his hand. He rubs at one experimentally and is taken aback when it triggers a fierce itch. Shit! He scratches at it, but when that makes it worse, he shoves his hand in his pocket and tries to ignore it. Maybe that’s the difference.

He rounds the last corner into MDR territory. Petey’s the only one here so far, and he raises his mug of coffee to Mark. “Hey there bud, good to see you.” Then he gives Mark an appraising look. “What happened to you?”

“What do you mean?” Mark asks.

“Go take a look in the mirror,” Petey suggests. “Looks like your outie went on an adventure. Or something.”

That doesn’t seem like something my outie would do -- He doesn’t know where the thought came from. He doesn’t know anything about his outie, of course. “Are you fucking with me?” he asks instead.

“Would I do that to you?” Petey asks, mock-injured.

“Well, yeah.”

“Fair enough. But seriously, check out the mirror, dude. Maybe it’s your elevator allergy cranked up to eleven.”

Mark dutifully heads to the bathroom, fully expecting one of Petey’s pranks, but he’s mystified at what he sees in the mirror. His face is beet red, with dry and peeling skin at his temples. Was he burned? “What the fuck?” he mutters. This has to be it, the thing that feels different.

He heads back out. “Yeah, I don’t know what the hell happened this weekend,” Mark says.

Petey shrugs. “Outies are mysterious. Just the way it is. You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he says. Mark sits at his terminal and boots it up, checking to make sure his Allentown cube is spotlessly clean. His face stares back at him, the lucite-etched smile somehow both comforting and coy.

Something settles into the pit of his stomach, and he swallows. Oh. There it is. He realizes what felt different.

For a moment, distracted by the red bumps and the leg pain and the burned face, he hadn’t felt it. That feeling he always woke up with in the elevator. That awful, aching heaviness, roiling deep in his gut, filling him up from the inside out. It’d taken him just a moment longer to feel it today. That was all it was.

His terminal blinks, waiting for him. He scrolls through the files, selects Mount Tabor, watches blankly as the numbers populate and float before him. Over the top of the divider, Petey’s watching him, looking worried. Mark ignores him and scans the shifting numbers, and the feeling presses, hard, against his chest.

He wonders if he’ll ever find out what it is.

#severance fanfiction #severance #mark scout #mark s.#adam scott #my macrodata refinement #if you're wondering he's in new jersey #or someplace new jersey-esque #i've never been so my apologies if i utterly got the vibe wrong

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pontevoix · 2 years

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tsukishima & kuroo

ship meme | @pridewon

Who cooks meals for the other?

tsukishima with his meager repertoire of recipes cooks dinner for them both & claims its an accident. the meals are simple, quick, a little bland, but efficient. they leave little leftovers, & mostly tsukishima cooks because he claims that he doesn’t know kuroo’s schedule & because he prefers to eat an hour or so after finishing practice. both of them fumble at what’s available for breakfast (if they have breakfast) & for lunch. sometimes ? leftover stray ingredients mean lunch. otherwise ? the convenience store down the street from work it is!

Who spams the other with memes?

not a question. it’s kuroo, ready with the memes even if he’s not finding the memes himself. tsukishima doesn’t even send them back —- he just looks at them, sometimes laughs, & deletes them before pretending that he never saw them. once in a blue moon . . . kuroo may get a text back. the text usually just says ‘ no. ‘

Who likes to tidy around the house?

tsukishima tidies by routine & habit. as mentioned ( here ), he’s got that cleaning scheduled into his work week. he doesn’t really like clutter —- somehow clutter feels like it shows too much about a mindset, so he really does to try to makes sure that everything has a place. based on things i was reading of yours, cha, kuroo sometimes habitually tidies too. but on tsukishima’s days off when he’s very purposely decided not to move . . . he’ll inform kuroo it’s his turn to run the dishwasher. their counters collect dust sometimes & sometimes they wait a little too long to take out the trash, but at least things aren’t cluttered? tsukishima does threaten periodically to leave if kuroo were ever to pick up habits of seem like the polar opposite of cleaning —- aka leaving hair in the sink after shaving. it hasn’t happened yet or anything . . . but if that were to happen, tsukishima would leave.

Who likes to play pranks on the other?

kuroo, without a doubt, mostly. though kuroo never calls them pranks; he calls them happy coincidences that are usually social gatherings tsukishima has been trying to avoid. that . . . or doing something stupid like making the bedsheets so that the top sheet is facing the wrong way. tsukishima thinks he must have done something wrong in a past life to deserve this. it takes him about five minutes to realize that he didn’t do something wrong in a past life, but he did do something wrong three days prior when he lied to kuroo & said 1) if i have to go to my teammate’s party, you do too 2) it’s a suit and tie occasion. it was not in fact a suit & tie occasion. the party in question was at an outdoor bar by the riverfront, & it was hot & humid. kuroo did not thank tsukishima for the sweat stains. tsukishima shrugged & said that he had given kuroo the address ahead of time.

Who asked the other to move in with them?

tsukishima had roommates & kept coming over to kuroo’s. unfortunately, kuroo’s apartment was also closer to the gymnasium than tsukishima’s was. he never came over with the assumption that he’d be staying the night, but he’d get tired & start dozing & kuroo just . . . let him. eventually, kuroo started asking tsukishima ahead of time if he were staying the night —- he’d text the question with a laughing emoji, & tsukishima effectively refused to come over for a month. until the heating in his apartment went out in the winter. tsukishima gets cold easily, so he finally did inform kuroo that he was staying over & then they just . . . got comfortable. that being said, tsukishima was decidedly uncomfortable when he asked kuroo if he could start paying rent here rather than his old apartment.

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

kuroo lets tsukishima take charge of the music. if tsukishima is driving, he listens to what he wants to listen to — though, he doesn’t choose to drive often. he likes driving, when he needs to drive for 20+. when it’s a short trip . . . he just gets irritated with traffic & other drivers. for longer trips, he offers to drive because it feels meditative. otherwise, he eggs kuroo into driving & then complains a little needlessly about kuroo’s driving style by saying it’s really obvious that kuroo is from the city. but . . . when kuroo drives, tsukishima usually chooses a podcast for them to listen to — either comedy that he doesn’t find funny (but makes kuroo laugh) or some science lecture.

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

tsukishima does not tickle. end story. kuroo discovered tsukishima’s ticklish behind the back of his knee & tries to get him by surprise sometimes. tsukishima is never happy about it, but . . . once kuroo tried to get him, & tsukishima jolted so much he spilled half of his water. half of kuroo’s head was soaked, & tsukishima thought about it . . . & then dumped the rest of the water on kuroo’s head. ‘ my bad, ‘ tsukishima had said.

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?

tsukishima snickers at the scary movie. kuroo tries to use it as an opportunity to be smooth & winds up laughing at the movie too. gross laughing + being smooth do not really go well together, so tsukishima spritzes kuroo with a water bottle before sharing his blanket with kuroo anyway.

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

neither, technically, but kuroo is more likely to accidentally turn on a weird setting on the television or computer & then leave it like that. the television had a child lock on it for three weeks with a password neither of them remembered setting before tsukishima got fed up & reset the thing. beyond that, tsukishima gets really confused sometimes watching the way kuroo types on his phone. he can’t place it. he just thinks it’s weird.

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

kuroo does but he usually does it as a joke & but then gets surprised if it ventures outside of joke territory. though tsukishima sometimes deadpan delivers a single frisky text, he doesn’t have frisky phone conversations. if kuroo tries to joke with him by doing that in public or murmuring something in his ear, tsukishima either steps on his foot or flicks him but usually has answered simply by telling kuroo a time (15-45 minutes in the future). when the time is up, tsukishima has indicated a more private location for a literal five minute encounter that just builds anticipation. otherwise, tsukishima doesn’t show up at that time & just sorta … smirks when kuroo realizes the fact.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

sometimes kuroo wakes up first; sometimes tsukishima wakes up first. they let the other rest & usually don’t rush out of bed. they appreciate a quiet morning together . . . nothing chaotic has happened yet, so it’s a bit of a pledge of peace. sometimes they’ll bring each other coffee in bed though if they have a set wake up time.

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

kuroo keeps taking blurry pictures of tsukishima & then asking why tsukishima doesn’t take pictures of him. tsukishima just says he doesn’t need to because he has . . . kuroo’s headshot picture from his work id? tsukishima finds it to be a really awkward picture & periodically sends it to kuroo at random but usually he just figures that he can trust 1) other people to take pictures of kuroo 2) other people to send those pictures to kuroo 3) that tsukishima can steal them off kuroo’s phone.

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

neither forget their wallet. once every month or so, kuroo sometimes to be dramatic about ‘ tonight i am a gentleman paying for all! ‘ & tsukishima clucks his tongue & . . . lets him. but he lets him because he makes sure to go do the grocery shopping the next day & promises he’ll sneak kuroo into a free practice sometime in the afternoon.

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

tsukishima doesn’t snore all the time but sometimes … he snores a little lightly. also he tends to roll into a heat source at night ( though he’ll deny it ) so he might wake kuroo up sometimes. it embarrasses him to know this, though.

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

kuroo is much better multiplayer games than tsukishima, who refuses to play them with him unless he thinks kuroo’s had a hard day. otherwise, he prefers to do a one-player game & pass the controller back & forth because it’s . . . theoretically less competitive. but only theoretically —- tsukishima can do some of the puzzle/strategy bosses faster than kuroo can, but kuroo finishes a level much faster than tsukishima does. they frustrate each other sometimes.

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?

again, tsukishima. he’s a not a heavy sleeper either & he isn’t loud, but sometimes he moves & kuroo is just 👁👄👁

#pridewon #sudifhgsdf i got overexcited and had to do another one #5. headcanon #109. tsukishima

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frogkitchen-the-archive · 2 years

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life feels hard and unforgiving sometimes so here’s some highlights just from a single day from last week to remind anyone out there that life is still worth living and enjoying, and there are plenty of kind people :)

I stopped at the grocery store (different from where I work) to kill time waiting for my second bus. I found some jeans in the clothing section, but wanted to know how much they were, so i went to the dressing rooms where two older women working then had a friendly battle to see who could log into their scanner first to check the price, it was really fun

After the second bus, theres a short half mile walk to my work, and as i was passing by businesses on the way (it was like 9:30am), one fast food worker opened her window (the drive thru was empty) and waived for me to come over. I ran over and she said she loved my outfit and asked where I got my stuff so I told her the goodwill I go to and where the best clearance stuff I find is. It’s also been heavily raining recently so I told her where the best raincoats are in town

I’m at work doing my (retail) job, and a lady asks me for help. She starts apologizing (a lot) because she couldn’t find an exact photo of what she was looking for, and I told her she doesn’t need to apologize at all! I said if she wanted to stop reflexively apologizing all the time, she can change up the words she uses like I do. When I’m doing something and it takes a while, I say “thank you for helping me/ thank you for waiting,” and it usually works really well. It’s also my job to help people find things in the store so there’s no need to feel guilty about asking for help! In the end I found the bookshelf she wanted and she said that it was good advice that she wants to practice more

Whenever I find something broken or unusable, i bring it up to the front desk and put a sticky note on it saying what’s wrong, usually with a little frowny face. My manager saw me doing this finally and said “so its YOU who’s been leaving this stuff up here!” And i was like oh no! Do you want me to stop? And she replied “nah, honestly I think it’s funny and I like finding this stuff up here. Just wish people would stop breaking our shit.” This new note was on a open bag of chips and said “someone was eating me like a feral animal and then decided to leave the bag :( “

Sometimes when someone breaks an item, especially glass or ceramic, they feel bad and start to try to clean it up themselves. I, trying to be as friendly as possible but still firm, go “NOOO nO don’t touch it, sTOPP >:0 its sharp you need to stay safe” in the most silly way possible to try to distract from the fact that they feel bad. I call for someone to grab a broom and guard the broken pieces while looking at the customer like 👀 dont you dare touch any of the pieces this isn’t your job LOL. I know how quickly one small thing (dropping & breaking something at the store) can really hurt your mood (speaking from experience) so Im very over-the-top silly when it comes to cleaning these accidents. Dropping shit happens! Don’t feel bad lol im rushing in to clean it up >:)

While at the front of the store I was approached by an older man and he said, “I’m sorry if this comes off as rude, but where is the nearest real grocery store?” And when I tell you i SNORTED and said “nah that’s not rude, I don’t get any of my meat or produce from here,” and told him the nearest store with actual fresh produce and meat was a little bit further down the street.

Whenever I’m working and friends come in, they pretend not to know me to some degree so I can put on my retail face for a moment and “help” them while they tell me briefly about their day :) and then I actually tell them wherever the stuff they’re looking for actually is located in the store lol

I get asked pretty frequently how I do my hair and how I get it to stay like that, (medium length curly hair that actually holds its curls), to the point where I made a little diagram i keep on my phone of my routine + products I use and recommend, and show it to them to take a picture of or airdrop it to them :)

It was close to closing for the front cafe department (i am trained for multiple departments and switch during the day sometimes lol) and one of our last customers for the night was very unsure of what she wanted to drink. Since we throw out most of the tea for the night, i broke out the little sample cups and let her try allll of them so she could narrow down her choices. Halfway through trying them, she asked “do you do this all the time?” And I was like “no, usually it’s too busy, but we’re about to close and I want you to get a good experience & drink out of this” :) she laughed at that and decided on a peach tea lemonade w/ another fruit drink mixed in it.

Leaving work I went to say goodbye to a handful of my coworkers, as per my routine, and my one coworker always gives me a cup of whip cream and a fork. I never asked her to do this but she’s started it as part of her routine so I’ve accepted it into mine. I take the cup home with me and put the whip cream on a little bowl of fruit every night :)

#remember! im not trying to romanticize retail. im only saying that even though i work this i still try to find as much joy as i can :)#and i think that’s important for a lot of people to try and do. it doesnt fix everything but its a gentle reminder that you are living #im not working my dream job by any means but i try to find good parts about it while im here in this moment #ok to rb :)#long post #maybe delete later?#maybe not LOL

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its-a-human-person · 1 year

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you know what time it is? character time! tell me about characters

i assume ur talkin about my own characters and in that case

oh boy do i have a rant for you

idk how keep readings really work but hopefully this does something because there is way too many words below the keep reading

AHHAHHAHAH my boy Mitch (he/him, 19) needs therapy (but so does pretty much every one of these characters); he has a baseball bat named Facebreaker and a boyfriend named Victor/Kain (they/she/fae/he, 20) and a boyfriend named Ennard (they/them, 21) and Ennard is the only one who actually has a car out of those three, but Mitch and some other friends share a car as well

and Mitch is in a ~band~ called ~the Pentagrams~ (they share the car) bc of course he is wow so original; it's with his friends Ginger (she/they), Tani (she/he), York (he/him), and Nel (it/they) and all of them either need therapy or doctor's appts or a shower or a break or some combination of those

York eats glitter sometimes and Ginger is a musical prodigy and Tani likes waffles and loves telling puns until Ginger shakes her head disapprovingly and Tani hates mushrooms and Nel needs a hug but also has its friends for said hugs so that's good

also Ginger and Tani are dating so that's fun

the five of them (Mitch, Tani, York, Ginger, & Nel) live in an apartment together bc of course they do also bc minimum wage and bc it makes funny situations that i can turn into ~entertainment~

so obv the Pentagrams are a found family bc of course they are, so about Mitch's bio family! he gots a mom, a dad, and a brother (his parents are divorced and he only really stays in contact with his brother bc he doesnt really like or respect either of his parents): his mom, Kiara (she/her, 47) is an inventor and engineer and possibly a lil off her rocker and definitely needs therapy bc ~backstory and stuff~; his dad, Jordan (he/him, 49) is a asshole and businessman and very much dickhead bc ~backstory and stuff~; his brother, Sammie (he/they, 16) is sweet and sarcastic and pretends not to care in front of some people but cares so so much and is essentially the only person Kiara has left bc (say it with me) ~backstory and stuff~ so fun!

SAMMIE MY BOY is a femboy and frickin slays and cares so so much about Mitch & Kiara and his friends and ahghhghgh and hes just tryna get Mitch's approval while also being forced to grow up too fast

ahghhghg basically all of my characters either had to grow up too fast, were sheltered from growing up too fast by someone who had to grow up too fast, or refused to grow up

back to the Pentagrams bc i have to rant briefly more about them now: Nel sometimes goes nonverbal and yeah it is my child but uh idk if its autistic but it probably is (this assessment is coming from a self-diagnosed autistic)

SPEAKING OF AUTISTIC CHARACTERS MORE ABOUT KIARA: she cannot people. like she tries to but uh it does not work. when she tries to interact with people she always ends up accidentally doing things she shouldnt be doing or saying the wrong things or misinterpreting things or overthinking things and stuff and yea. this woman does not and probably never will understand people. she's been called selfish and rude and oblivious and stupid because of all this cuz she was never like officially diagnosed with autism but she probly has it. also also she probly has ocd bc everything in her lab's gotta be a certain way, and if it isn't, she has a breakdown till she can fix it, so nobody was allowed in her lab for literal decades until ~the accident~

there is so so much more i could rant about so if u want more on specific characters/characters' backstories i could absolutely go in depth :))

#long post #ask #anon ask #oc rant #tw divorce #tw ocd mention #lemme know if i should add any other tws #oc talk #queer ocs

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚 𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠 | ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

⇴ male reader [22, chubby, 194cm] ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary: [Your.name] is a chubby and tall man, someone who definitely didn’t fit Japan’s beauty standards. Safe to say, he wasn’t the most confident. However, during one group date, it finally all changes when he meets someone who is certainly very interested in him.

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: modern AU; self-deprecation; chubby, tall reader; reader’s “friends” being assholes to chubby reader; hawks and reader have a happy end tho; hawks is a simp for reader from the first minute on, ok?

part 2.

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“Come with us, they said. It will be fun, they said.”, you mumbled to yourself as you stood there. Awkward. Alone. Ignored. Too afraid the tiny bar stools would collapse underneath your big ass, hence why you chose to rather stand than sit.

Why did you let yourself get dragged into this group date? You wanted to say no in the beginning, but with your friends pestering you, you kind of agreed in the end. Though now, you knew all too well why you didn’t want to come.

As a chubby and very tall man, you weren’t the type that people, or rather, gay men, drooled over. At least you hadn’t had anyone show interest in you like that. Maybe it was because you were rather shy and thus not as loud as many of your fellow male friends, or you were the “wrong chubby”. Whatever it was, you were not attractive. Society made sure to tell you that at least once a day and sometimes those nice and kind people, not, were even going out of their way to tell you what a nuisance your were with your tall, fat ass taking up space. And in Japan, where everything was not really built to accommodate people like you, it was sometimes very hard to fit into things.

While you were sighing to yourself for the nth time and making sure to put yourself down as much as you could, you certainly didn’t realize how someone was always glancing at you. Hawks was one of the four gay men you and your friends had met today for said group date. Ever since he saw you, he had the urge to talk to you and get to know you. You were so tall and handsome and t h i c k. You could probably swing him around and break him like a toothpick. Just thinking about it made him grin.

However, it almost seemed like you had a shield around you he just couldn’t break through. He could guess why. Not only once had he seen people bullying the ones that didn’t fit the norm. Too fat, too skinny, too small, too tall – there was no end. People always found reasons to put others down. With how you stood there all alone, trying to make yourself as small as possible, Kei understood you tried to hide and you were uncomfortable. Even though you literally had nothing to hide. God, he wished he had met you sooner.

“Oiii Ta-ka-mi-san!”, his thoughts were rudely interrupted.

“What are you staring at Takami-san?”, then one of your friends, who was obviously interested in him, looked in the direction as well.

“Ah. [Your.name], huh? He’s like a car accident, right? You don’t wanna look but you also can’t really look away.”, your ‘friend’ laughed and Kei could have not been more disgusted by that behavior.

“God I wish I could just punch you, you fucking idiot!”, Keigo thought, furious and having to gulp down the anger.

Thus, he just smiled a little before he silently stood up to walk over to you, ignoring the calling of your ‘friend’. Instead, he got all nervous all of a sudden. Normally, he was the one being confessed to, not the one confessing or even initiating a conversation. Takami was used to people fawning over him, he was a rather successful model after all, hence why it was so hard to find someone who wasn’t just interested in him sexually or because of his money. And it did not help one bit that he found you so unbelievably attractive as well, his nervousness was at its peak.

“Hey. You’re… [Your.name], right?”, he tried to sound very casual as he leaned against the bar beside you. AND MY GOD, he was so tiny compared to you. He loved it. The way he had to look up so much.

You were rather surprised to get attention, especially from someone like Hawks. Like, he was so out of your league it was ridiculous to even think he would even BREATH besides you – yet there he was. Talking to you-

Oh. You knew what he wanted.

“Okay, look, let’s just skip all that polite small talk, the little laughs so we don’t feel awkward before you drop the question. Just tell me, which number do you want? Or should I just give you all three?”, you immediately cut to the chase. It had never been any different, so why would it be today? Especially when someone so sexy and pretty talked to you? Obviously he wanted someone from your much more handsome and well-trained friends.

Hawks was, however, rather surprised that THIS was your initial reaction to him talking to you. Though he could have not known how hard it would truly be to get to know you or get your number.

“Uhm… To be honest, your number alone would be quite sufficient.”, Keigo played it smooth. A handsome smile on his lips covered up his own nervousness – was he about to get rejected?

For a few seconds you stared at him, completely flabbergasted. Then you turned around and looked around… and looked around… and looked around some more until he finally asked, “Everything okay? You looking for an escape route?”

Keigo chuckled at the end, though he was not as calm as he pretended to be.

“No, I just…”, you then turned to him again, your brows furrowed, “… You can stop now, you know? Like, are you trying to prank me or…? Cameras anywhere? Like haha we got the fat guy. Look at him getting all flustered finally getting attention. Hahaha funny.”

At the end, you almost sounded a little angry, before you grabbed your drink and walked away from the bar. Saying Hawks was confused was an understatement. He just watched you for a moment as you walked away and squeezed into a lonely corner. God… How many people must have put you down for you to think he was pranking you?

“This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”

Running his hand through his hair, Kei had to calm down for a moment and reevaluate. Did you reject him because you genuinely weren’t interest or because you were self-conscious? Probably the latter. So… should he try again? Fuck yeah. As if he was going to give up so easily. He just needed you to know he really wasn’t pranking you, the rest… was up to Future-Keigo.

Clearing his throat and taking his drink, he then walked over to your corner. Standing in front of you he was so s m o l. It would probably feel great hugging you.

“Okay that was rough. Listen, I really don’t wanna prank you or anything. Just… get to know you… ya know?”, this time he genuinely smiled a little, hoping you wouldn’t just reject him again.

Raising one brow, you were still rather suspicious. AS IF someone like Keigo would want to get to know you. Something was not right, you could feel it in every fiber of your big, chubby body. Then again.. maybe the only thing that you felt was the insecurities that held you back from getting to know someone who might genuinely be interested in you.

So, you gave yourself a little push.

“Yeah… I guess… I’m not really used to…. You know, how about we just start over?”

Keigo thought he had finally cracked you, giving himself a mental high five for being persistent. Thus, with a small smile he nodded and reached out his hand.

“Sure, nice to meet you, I’m Takami Keigo.”

“I’m [Your.name], nice to meet you.”, you finally smiled a little as well. Oof, his heart just jumped. Why was he so smitten already? He literally just met you. Keigo definitely wanted to get to know you more.

“So, how about we go take a seat over there? I could do with another drink.”, he said while pointing in the direction of a free table.

For a moment, you hesitated, though after a few seconds, you nodded, “Yeah, sounds nice.”

Without realizing it, hours went by as you and Hawks sometimes were the loudest ones laughing. Your friends just glancing over every so often, obviously jealous you had gotten the most handsome men of all of them today. But for the first time, you didn’t care what other’s thought as you and Kei just had … a connection.

Hence why, when he glanced down to his watch and sighed, you felt a little sad.

“I wish this night wouldn’t end. But I have a model job tomorrow and I only was a backup for someone so I didn’t even intend to have so much fun today. Time sure flies with you, [Your.name].”, he gave you one of his best smiles that made your throat dry and your knees weak.

“I… really enjoyed myself, too. Thank you. And sorry for acting like that in the beginning.”, you smiled apologetically and a little flustered. He found it very endearing.

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Well…”, he then looked at his phone and stood up, “It’s 2 a.m. definitely missed the last train. I’m gonna make a quick call for a taxi.”

“Hm.”, you nodded and watched for a second as he went outside where it was a little quieter to call.

Looking between Hawks and your friends who were still partying with Keigo’s friend group, you wondered if you should bring him home. You were the driver, but… how often had your friends disappeared with someone without telling you? How often did you leave a party all by yourself? It was time to be a little selfish today.

So, you hastily stood up and walked outside the bar, watching as Keigo typed on his phone, ready to call.

“Uhm, Takami-san?”, you interrupted him.

“Hm?”, he was a little surprised.

“If you want.. I can drive you home. I brought my own car since I was planning on leaving earlier too and I only drank one cocktail right in the beginning and the rest was alcohol free stuff so… if you want?”, your voice became a little smaller by the end, not knowing if you were too eager. Was this okay?

“Really? That’s not a problem?”

“No! Not at all.”, you reassured him.

“That’s great! I only live like 20 minutes away if we take the car. Ahhh, you’re a life saver, [Your.name]! Thank you.”, Keigo beamed.

And so, you hopped into your car, the only place big enough for you, at least that’s what it felt like since you invested in a nice big one. Keigo was quite cute how he sat there in the big seat, being so small.

The drive to Hawks’ home was also filled with chatter and laughter, once again reassuring you both that you definitely had some sort of connection. And since he had been attracted to you before, it only gave him more reasons that he wanted to meet you again. Man… this could be the first time a group date turned out successfully – for the both of you!

When you parked in front of his apartment complex, Takami didn’t even want to go yet. Wishing that time would just stop, he sat there for a few seconds before turning to you.

“Thank you, [Your.name].”

“No problem, really!”

“You know, if it wasn’t that late I would have invited you to a coffee or another drink or something but alas…”

“It’s quite late…”, you almost said a little… saddened?

“Hm… It is… I’ll call you!” Hawks then said with a little bit of a grin, since you had exchanged phone numbers before.

“O-Okay.”, you didn’t know why you stuttered, it was just… really new.

“Oh, but you can call me too, yeah? Don’t be shy. Well, anyways.”, he jumped out of the car, turned one last time to grin at you, his golden eyes sparkling a little, making you even more flustered.

“Have a safe drive home and have a good night, [Your.name]!”

“Ah, you too, Takami-san!”

Then, you just watched as he walked up to his apartment complex. You didn’t know what suddenly got into you when you opened the door and jumped out, calling for him.

“Takami-san?!”, it was literally two in the morning, his poor neighbors.

Though Hawks immediately turned his head.

“I… really, really enjoyed myself today. Just… thank you.”

Oh my God, you were so cute. Such a gentle giant teddy bear, that’s what you were. Without thinking about it, Keigo rushed back, catching you a little off guard when he walked around the car.

“You know, I might be a little drunk, but fucking God – I want to kiss you SO. BAD. right now.”, Kei said without hold back. His golden eyes gleaming in the dark and his cheeks flushed, you didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or if he was blushing.

You, on the other hand, were very flustered, yet you barely whispered, “Maybe you should…”

Which only made Hawks giggle and raise his arms. An almost… seductive grin on his lips.

“Then you should help me out a little here, Handsome!”

Was he a bit drunk? Possibly. Was he overly flirtatious because he truly liked your personality and found you attractive and DEFINITELY wanted to meet you again?... Probably. But someone as straight-forward as Hawks was exactly who you needed because of your tendencies to overthink everything. Especially when it came to your weight and thus attractiveness. (Even though the one didn’t have anything to do with the other though not when it came to society.)

And so, you accommodated him by leaning down. Takami himself standing on his tiptoes, thus, after he had hoped all night long, his lips finally met yours. His small arms wrapped around your big, broad shoulders and your big hand was placed on his lower back. That’s what he had wanted. And it really happened. To say Keigo was quite euphoric was an understatement. He was ecstatic, overjoyed, jubilant and so much more – and that from a little kiss. He surely fell quick and hard. Something he had never experienced before.

After a few moments of pure delight, you were the first to pull back, just to watch Kei bite his lip in such a sexy way it took all of your control to not grab him and pin him onto your car’s hood.

“Thank you.”, he just whispered, still with that grin on his lips, “I really enjoyed myself, too.”

Then, he let go and you did as well, this time really just watching when he turned around and walked into the apartment complex with one last wave. So you got back into your car as well, the last minutes replaying in your head over and over again.

With your hand covering your face, you had to hide your stupid, big grin. If all of that was just a dream, you didn’t want to wake up. Someone found YOU attractive. You had deemed yourself the most unattractive, undatable guy and that only because society had always told you that. But he didn’t care. He liked your “undatable, unattractive” body just the way it was. And not only that, after a rough start, you got along so well. You loved his little laughs, his beautiful eyes and those soft lips-

“God I have never felt like that before, what the fuuuck??”, you mumbled to yourself, still in disbelief that night even happened.

But as you drove away, you heard a little noise that came from your phone and as you looked up, you quickly scanned the text before looking back onto the streets – a wide smirk spreading across your face.

The message read.

“txet me wehn yruoe home so i konw yuore hmoe safe!”

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⇻ salem.talks: let’s appreciate all shapes and sizes. being a short and rather stumpy man myself, ive been struggling a little with how i view myself ever since my relationship ended. ive been casually looking on apps but i think I am not ready for another relationship yet since my last one was rather messy. anyways. I know you shouldn’t rely on others to feel validated and loved but loving yourself is hard, bro so… yeah, its nice being desired for once, no? also this kinda makes me wanna write a part two but eh we’ll see!

part 2.

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omggg ally youre growing so fast its like literally only a few minutes ago you were celebrating 800. im so happy for you ❤️

for the 1k event, can i request a cc!wilbur on a stream dueting with y/n (who he practically begged to be there) behind the camera? maybe you can do some of the letters as songs they can sing or something like that? just a suggestion. sorry if it's too hard ty ilysm keep popping off ally.

oh i’m sorry i just love this idea. thank you for requesting! ily <3

cc!Wilbur Soot x Reader Duetting on Stream Alphabet

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A- Acapella

It all started with you going acapella on accident. You had this song stuck in your head and you started singing without thinking about it. Of course Wilbur’s mic picked it up.

B- Begging

Chat loved hearing you sing, but not as much as Wilbur. “Just please come on stream with me! I wanna have a little concert with you!” You tried to say no, but Wilbur just kept begging for you to sing with him, and how were you supposed to say no?

C- “Change My Clothes”

You took Alec’s part, just saying. It was a good confidence booster song for you because you could go any range that you wanted.

D- “Death of a Bachelor”

You and Wilbur went wild at this song. No one can tell me I'm wrong. Sometimes you lost your spot because Wilbur’s low voice in this song was just so attractive. He really was a distraction.

E- EP

Durning your water break, chat asked you two about making an EP together. It was a good talk. As much as you wanted to, it just wasn't possible with the time that you would have to dedicate, besides, music was Wilbur’s thing.

F- Frozen

Chat wanted a Disney challenge, like the old Thomas Sanders vibe, but you really loved Frozen. Must admit, it was hard for both of you to hit the higher notes, but your harmony made up for it.

G- Guitar

You and Wilbur had the cutest system. He would do all the hard parts of guitar like strumming and picking, but you had your taps going. It was like your mini drum.

H- “Hey There Delilah”

This one wasn’t a duet, sorry. But you mentioned that you loved this song and Wilbur just had to sing it to you. He eventually stopped playing his guitar to hold your hand. You honestly think he broke away from reality for a second.

I- Inside

What a simp you and Wilbur were for Bo. You never made it through a full song, but that allowed you to do all your favorites.

J- Joking Around

Not everything can be taken seriously. Not even this super serious stream. You and Wilbur would make fun of each other whenever you had the chance.

K- Keyboard

You are no where near as talented as Wilbur at any music thing. Well, today was the day that you were gonna learn. Wilbur would teach you quick notes on the keyboard that way you could help him play it.

L- Love Songs

All love songs were chosen purposely to reflect your relationship. Some songs hit hard and it was hard to control your emotions, but you and Wilbur made it through. And ofc chat was loving it.

M- Music Video

This one song, I can't even remember what it was, but you two decided to pretend like it was a music video. One of your best bits yet.

N- Never Gonna Give You Up

Get rick rolled chat.

O- On Top of the Word

Singing together made both of you melt. This was one of your moments together that made you feel like you two were on top of the world together and nothing else mattered.

P- Pebble Brain

Is it really a Wilbur music stream if he doesn’t promote his band?

Q- Queen

This is clearly based off of MCC All Stars Ace Race. Wilbur was just so hot durning it and I had to include it in here. You know damn well that Wilbur changed the lyrics to compliment you too.

R- Rap Battle

Think of like a Jackbox stream, but just Rap city. But it was all good things, not actually trashing

S- Soprano

The high harmony, your least favorite part and Wilbur’s favorite part. He loved it when you tried to go higher to harmonize with him. But of course, he had to put you in your place and go even higher than you to prove his supremacy.

T- Taylor Swift

Every song was Taylor’s version of course. And it was more of an analysis than actually singing.

U- Ukulele

Wait, you can actually play this one. And it made the stream so much more fun. It was something that you were actually better at doing than Wilbur. You finally got your little moment.

V- Voice Cracks

You tried not to talk about them, but Wilbur couldn't help but laugh. It became a running joke throughout the stream.

W- Warm-Ups

Wilbur cared for you so much. He knew that you didn't sing much, and definitely not for this long at a time. He made you two do stupid little middle school warm-ups to “protect your voice”. It was probably for the best too.

X- X Factor

Your favorite part of the stream was when Wilbur set up his desk to make it seem like you were on X-Factor. You had to audition for him and everything. Somehow the Cat Keyboard beat you... dont ask me how.

Y- “Your Sister Was Right”

For some reason people thought that this song was about you, but it wasn’t. But even when Wilbur played it, he still got emotional. He feared that he would mess up again with you and he was so scared of that. You two took a “bathroom break” but it was really just for that you could comfort him and reassure him that he was perfect.

Z- ZZZ...

You started to get tired so you leaned on Wilbur’s shoulder. Singing turned to humming and humming turned to dozing off. The final blow was Wilbur stroking your hair and literally singing you to sleep. The stream ended without a good bye message because he didn't want to wake you up.

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Harder, Buck

pairing: stucky x reader or something like that

genre/warnings: nsfw, angst, fwb, cursing, mutual pining, fluffy ending, lots of bucky love <3

a/n: i've been messing around with this one for about a year and i think it's about time it sees the light of day. enjoy!

Steve can hear your moans through the wall.

They’re deafening, never-ending, piercing right through his heart and straight to his cock. The ache in his chest will surely never vanish, no matter how often he tries to stop or how excruciatingly tight he grips himself just to relieve a fraction of the heat coursing through him.

Nights like these make him feel like the walls are taunting him, begging his resolve to crush. But no matter how tight he keeps his eyes closed, the truth is impossible to deny.

He is ridiculously, overwhelmingly, unbearably in love.

He wonders if the serum is a curse, if he was damned to a life of untouchable grief. There’s no reason he should be here, no reason he should be so close but ridiculously far from the man he has given his life to time and time again.

Steve wants to punch the wall with the aggression and pain he feels from never saying anything. And then he wants to kick down the door from how he doesn’t even know what or who he would have bothered to admit feelings for. He looks at you and wishes he would have just told the damn truth and he looks at Bucky and wonders if he’s ever thinking about him, too.

Too late. You were too late. Now they’re each other’s and they’ll never be yours.

He can’t help but listen to the intruding thoughts of regret, and he can’t help but feel like the feelings inside of him that randomly creep up just don’t belong to him.

Because as adamant as you are about your relationship being strictly physical, he sees the way Bucky looks at you.

It’s the way he looks at you, too.

He thinks he loves you and he knows it’s wrong because he knows he loves Bucky and he’d be damned before he messes up the first thing to make him genuinely happy in a long, long time.

It’s easy to bury during the day, when the sunlight hits his eyes as you’re laughing at something dumb he said and he can pretend that you’re just friends. That the sound of your laugh doesn’t light up his heart in every way, that you aren’t the most beautiful fucking thing he’s ever seen.

A swirl of emotions are running through him at an unforgivable pace and he swears he would do anything to feel something other than this.

Cheap.

He finishes in his hand with a grunt and an unmistakable pain in his chest.

Because Steve knows you’re in love and he knows this is wrong.

He’s fucked.

Bucky can hear Steve’s grunts through the wall.

He’s unforgivingly pounding into you, nearing breaking the headboard from how hard he’s clutching it and rocking it in time with his thrusts.

Moments like these make him wonder if the serum is a curse.

Because when he closes his eyes, if he lets himself drift, he’s back in ‘44. He’s stuck in a lopsided tent on its last legs in the backwoods of Brooklyn because “Bucky, we have to make the most out of what we have.” And even though it wasn’t much, it was enough to feel his boy in the early hours of the morning and hold him close until sunlight, knowing there might not be a tomorrow. Knowing that every single second needs to last forever because Steve was already slipping through his fingers with every passing one.

He could look his love right in the eyes, sweet and soft and suddenly bigger than him but he was still Steve and he would always need to feel his boy under him. Hot skin and sweat and groans and “Harder, Buck.”

The scratches on his back are burning but the burn is delicious and he needs to be closer.

He needs to be closer, closer to the glowing skin under him that he’s felt time and time again and he’s pulled down by the neck but it’s not him.

It’s not him. Not anymore.

He’s snapped back to reality, seeming impossibly far away but manages to focus on you again.

“What did you say?” He’s breathless, dazed, confused. His mind is clouded from not so distant memories on the other side of the wall and the feel of you squeezing the life out of him.

“I said,” You’re breathless as well, but totally consumed with how much Bucky there really is around you, inside of you right now. You wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him, spit dripping from where your lips collide and you feel like you could swallow him whole.

“Harder, Buck.”

He gives it to you. He gives you what you need, what you want and you’re ok with being selfish because he’s not all here, and this isn’t supposed to mean anything. Not really.

It’s dirty. It’s messy. And you know it’s wrong when the distance in his eyes never leaves and you can’t help but wonder just what is going on in his mind but damn, the Bucky that is here feels good.

You can hear them talking about you in the next room.

It makes you nervous, being able to tell that there were underlying (or resurfacing) feelings between the soldiers from the moment you met them.

It didn’t really have anything to do with you, as you were verbally adamant to Bucky on no strings attached. Baseless, simple, easy pleasure. And damn, did James Barnes know how to deliver.

But you can’t help but think a little too hard about the way they both stare at you when they think you don’t notice, or the way they stare at each other when they think it’s not obvious.

The truth is, you can keep lying to yourself, but there’s no mistake to the feelings you get deep in your chest when Bucky’s holding you, or the feelings you get when Steve’s looking at you like your laugh is lighting up his whole world.

Feelings that don’t belong to you.

“How’s everything with Y/N going?”

You can hear Steve question Bucky about you. It’s confusing, overwhelming. This entire situation is.

You had already assumed Steve knows just about everything involving your relationship with Bucky. They’re best friends. More. But it’s easy to overanalyze and wish to know just how much he was saying when you aren’t listening. How much a “friends with benefits” situation could really warrant discussion.

“It’s alright.” You know that tone. He’s brooding. Upset about something. Or everything, it feels like sometimes. Like something is always missing.

Like the world wouldn't be enough.

“Just alright?” Steve’s ‘captain’ voice is in full effect. He’s trying to get him to talk. It doesn’t seem like it will be successful, but if anyone could pump some life into Bucky it would be Steve. Your chest aches with that thought.

You could never be enough.

You hear Bucky sigh and shuffle around. “It’s good. It’s really good.”

“But?” Steve’s smirk can be heard clearly through his words.

“How’d you know there was a but?” Bucky jokes, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. You know him well enough to be able to.

“I know you better than anyone.”

You almost want it to hurt, to be jealous because if you’re being honest there’s not much in the world you want more than to have all of Bucky Barnes, to be the one who knows him, the one who he lets in. But you can’t, because as annoying as it is, Steve Rogers is always right.

Bucky’s head is spinning.

Steve knows him too well to avoid his question, but his nerves are taking over and he doesn’t know how he’s going to do this, how he’s going to tell Steve everything he’s wanted to since he’s been back and everything that was never gone in the first place.

He takes a deep breath, and he thinks about you. He thinks about how he feels when he’s with you, and he thinks about how even though he knows he loves you there’s something missing.

And then he rips the 80 year old band-aid off.

“I miss you.”

It’s quiet, soft, almost imperceptible, like he’s scared of what he’s saying.

Maybe because he is.

Steve’s response sounds exactly the same.

“I’m right here, Buck.”

He scoffs at that, shaking his head and if Steve wasn’t so damn detail-oriented he wouldn’t have seen his lip quiver in quiet anticipation.

Steve knows Bucky won’t speak next, so he gulps and tries to find the words, at least the next words from the countless speeches he’s practiced in his head for this moment.

“I love her.”

Bucky looks up and locks eyes with him, and for a second Steve thinks he’s in trouble.

But Bucky smiles. He looks out towards the city through the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and sort of nods to himself at how stupid they’re all being for tip-toeing around each other.

“I know.”

Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed as he leans back a bit, waiting for something else. It doesn’t come, so he relaxes and leans further towards the man sitting across from him and stares deep into his eyes, praying he really hears his next words.

“I love you.”

Bucky smiles again.

“I know.”

He isn’t sure if he’s waiting for the right moment or just likes seeing Steve speechless, but he’s sitting on something big and it’s been far too long of almost everything he’s ever wanted.

He’s loved Steve since he was a stupid teenager. He’s been in love with Steve since the first time he punched a guy for him and swore to himself he’d never let him go.

He woke up from years of torture, not just physical but mental and emotional having to be apart for so long and never being able to forget him.

You were an accident. He didn’t mean to fall. He went along with your whole “friends with benefits” idea because he just needed to be close to you. You were entrancing, lovely, intoxicating. He needed you. He needs you. It’s been racking his brain for so long of the growing feelings he has for you and the pure need he has for Steve but he’s learning to let go and say fuck it.

I want you both. I need you both.

“Do you think we could be happy? All of us?”

Steve smiles that smile Bucky knows and loves all too much like the answer is obvious, like it always has been. He loses himself in the thought for only a moment, but long enough to miss Bucky’s face fall with worry.

“What are you scared of?”

Steve speaks as if he can read his mind, because honestly, he probably can, and Bucky looks up at the question and decides they’ve both been through too much for anymore lying or beating around the bush. It’s now, or it’s never. Life is too uncertain to waste anymore time.

“Losing you. Again.”

Steve tilts his head at this, because he’s always felt like he’s the one who lost Bucky. Watching him fall from the train took something from him and putting him back under took even more but maybe that’s not what he meant.

Maybe it never was.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky laughs sadly at Steve’s words and wishes that was a promise that could be kept, that was more simple. None of this is simple. Nothing has been since the 40s.

“I’m not the same person I was in the 40s, Steve.”

“Neither am I.”

He knows this. He knows everything is different, but when he looks at Steve and he’s looking back at him the same way it’s like they never left Brooklyn.

And he finally gets to ask the question that’s been lingering in his head since Wakanda.

“You think you could love me again?”

Without hesitation, Steve knows his answer. He’s known it since he left him to heal.

“Never stopped.”

You try to hurry away when you hear them coming, but they’re both way too clever to not have noticed you.

You stop and let them catch up to you, the butterflies leaving your stomach and making their way up into your throat.

Despite your nerves, you turn and lock eyes with Bucky. Even when the world’s spinning, you can never help but look at him like he hung the stars for you.

Bucky’s looking back at you the way he always does, like he has a million things running through his mind but he loves you too much to burden you with any of them. You just wish he knew he could never be a burden. That you loved him, all of him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I know, Buck. I love you too.”

He smiles at your return to his confession, some of his nerves leaving knowing that you feel the same. But then he remembers the man next to him and they all come rushing back. He doesn’t want to lose you, not when he just got you. But he can’t deny his boy. Not anymore.

He glances over at Steve nervously and grabs his hand, preparing himself for what he’s about to say next.

“I love Steve, too.”

You smile at him, appreciating that he’s finally letting himself feel the things you’ve always known he has.

“I know, Buck. I love him too.”

Steve looks up at you at this, questioning what you really meant. You look back at him, smile, and give him the eyes you’ve wanted to ever since you met him. He’s hesitant at first, but as if a switch hits his brain, his face lights up at the recognition of your feelings for him. And with one look from your golden boy, all of your nerves wash away and you know this is right.

Bucky, who still hasn’t seemed to catch on, is struggling to find his words. He’s stressed, and you and Steve watch him run a hand through his hair in frustration. The same smile appears on both your faces watching your boy fumble over himself trying to explain the situation, trying to make everything right not even noticing it already is.

You step forward to push his hair back so you can see his face, and you take a moment to admire just how beautiful he really is. You kick yourself for wasting so much time not telling him that, but you make a silent promise to yourself that you won’t go another day without it. Without telling both of them how amazing they are, and how they both make you feel more loved than any person could ever deserve.

With your hand still on Bucky’s cheek, you lean in close and press the lightest kiss of your life onto his lips, making him smile shyly into it. And then you lean back, grabbing Steve’s face with your other hand and giving him the hardest, most passionate kiss of your life in the same breath.

Bucky wonders why he was ever nervous at all.

You look at the pure, unadulterated happiness on his face and you know you’ve never seen him like this. For half a moment you want to be jealous, you want to be upset that you couldn’t do this for him on your own. But it all disappears when you see them looking at each other and not being sorry for it anymore. It makes you realize that maybe it’s ok you couldn’t be enough on your own. Maybe it was always supposed to take Steve and you, together, to make him whole again.

Bucky kisses Steve, hard, right as he winks your way and grabs Steve’s hand to lead him back to your room which you can catch glimpses of all three of you living in, in peace.

He runs a hand through his hair and just looks so goddamn happy that you swear your heart isn’t capable of loving him anymore.

And then Steve looks back at you and he smiles his golden boy smile and you swear your heart could collapse at how much you know you love him.

Yeah. You’re fucked.

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