#sorry this is late i was distracted today ♥

[hyperfixatinglove]

Hi Roe! Can I get uhhh... 🪽, ✨ and 💛 for Jacob plz (assorted ask game) <3

🪽 - imagine an au where your f/o is your guardian angel. what kind of relationship dynamic do the two of you have? are they the type to be more exasperated by your silly actions or protective over you?

Jacob would be very protective as guardian angel. I think he would show himself to humans a lot more than it's safe or even allowed to do so, as Jacob is romantic at heart & what could be more romantic than literal guardian angel falling for their charge?

He'd still be just as silly as in canon, as he would love to be source of laughter and for mortals to forget their troubles for just a moment. I also think he'd be curious about mortal world and how it would work, even if he wouldn't understand everything.

I think his halo wouldn't be golden but silver & he would have something about him that doesn't make him entirely an angel or different from other angels. Maybe clipped wing or accessory from past charge.

Our dynamic would mostly remain the same. Him being the teaser and silly one with vulnerable moments, with me being the quieter and serious. But he would be the one defending & protecting me, it comes with being immortal angel.

He would love to just float next to me when I'm doing errands and talk to me, as I bet only the person who's assigned to an angel can see that particular angel.

✨ - share some headcanons about your f/o! this can be visual headcanons, sexuality or gender, disabilities and neurodivergencies, etc!

Well considering his 80's outfit is literally sports jersey turned into crop top, I do headcanon he likes to dress sporty & collects sports clothes. He does also dress up more casual & bland, as his 50's and default outfit are gray & black.

For sexuality headcanon I must do something for Jacob as the game presents him as straight since his former love interest is Emma. As I'm not a woman and not a man either, Jacob has to put it mildly, crisis during the story I've created. This part is already over when Quar.ry as a game starts. Jacob does think of himself as straight but then unlabeled as Eden comes along and flips his thoughts. Perhaps he doesn't label himself at all or maybe he's either bi or pan.

Actually I think he'd like pan, as he can make as many jokes & puns before queerphobes can. And I think he'd like the flag colors & it would suit him more.

Given how clumsy he is & how he seems to be impulsive or not think about his actions having consequences I do think he could be neurodivergent but I don't feel that as confidently as I do for Ryan & Bobby who both strike me as autistic. He could just be naturally clumsy etc.

But I do headcanon he does end up disabled by the end of the night. In ch 6 of the game he will step on bear trap regardless of player input & if he isn't bitten he will have that ankle fucked up the entire night. He can still outrun Chris as Werewolf for a short time but it could be adrenaline working. I think getting your ankle fucked up by bear trap & then not getting medical help until morning, which is canonically at least 7 hours could end up making him disabled or at the very least have a limp for the rest of his life. Maybe the wound will ache like phantom pain occasionally?

Jacob loves romance movies & genre. He especially has soft spot for romcoms as it combines the two things he loves the most, jokes & romance. He is ashamed of this and hides it from other counselors expect of course Kaitlyn knows. He hasn't seen period drama romance before he gets together with Eden & survives events of the game but he's open to watch some and becomes a kinda of fan. He prefers more modern romance, but he won't say no. His biggest guilty pleasure are the bad romance christmas movies.

And now I headcanon Jacob as Barbie fan.

💛 - what is something most people consider a flaw of your f/o that you find endearing? why is it that you like that trait?

Let's see here. Clingy, possessive, clumsy, arrogant, careless.. There's a lot of traits people consider massive flaws of Jacob.

Many fandom people utterly despite him but considering how many thirst over Travis whom I consider to be way worse than Jacob, I don't put much weight into fandom opinions. It seems like tumblr fandom is dead anyway.

Clingy is fine to me, possessiveness is actually kinda hot, clumsy is just adorable & makes him doing sports much harder and he still tries so admirable since he has muscular build & is canonically jock stereotype and described as athletic.

Arrogant is mostly player determinant, the only ways it shows in canon is him trying to be brave about seeing werewolf in cage & taunt it & ask if it wants to fight him.

One could consider him still pining & trying for Emma's love who wants nothing to do with him but can't convey that as arrogant. But I can't exactly put all that blame on Jacob since it takes two to tango & Emma still flirts with him and sends mixed messages until the end of the game. I firmly believe Emma & Jacob bring out the worst in each other. Their theme song could very well be Unlike Pluto - Worst In Me

He's careless & arrogant when he sabotages the van at the start of the game, but honestly I can't bring myself to cast such harsh judgement most players do. Jacob could not have known about werewolves & if player chooses to steal tiny part the van is repairable. Besides it was Kaitlyn who gave Jacob the explicit details how to sabotage as Jacob did not know how. He just wanted innocent, one more night of fun & memories and hoped he could ''repair¨ his relationship with Emma. Selfish yes, but like he said, ultimately harmless. And yet he blames himself for everything. If anyone dies during the game you can fucking guarantee he will feel responsible. Most of the fandom already does, as this, this one act, is sited as the main reason why people kill him off, why they hate him, why he's the worst character.. The writers forced him to do it, without him we wouldn't have the game.

Some of the other characters have done worse, namely Laura & especially Travis. For fucks sake Travis has canonically kept two people imprisoned for two fucking months after drugging them.

No one blames Hackett family for having two werewolves, their niece & nephew running around at night killing people. The said niece & nephew being the reason why the original werewolf Silas is running around free and why they're werewolves. They have cages to keep them in, Chris himself is chained in their attic for fucks sake. Without Hacketts, the counselors would've spent one more night playing truth and dare, swimming & spending time together, without trauma.

But Jacob is the most hated character. Yeah okay.

@the-green-knight

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[guccifrog]

°˖✧THE BAKERY GIRL✧˖°

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summary : in which reader has a crush on one of her ususal customers and he finally makes a move

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Kingston

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The sun had barely begun its drop into the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, when you stepped outside the bakery for a quick cigarette break. You were a student at the local art school, working part-time at the bakery to make ends meet.

As you lit up your cigarette, you closed your eyes and took a deep drag, feeling the warmth of the smoke fill your lungs. You exhaled slowly, watching the gray tendrils of smoke mix with the vibrant colors of the sunset.

It was on one of these evenings that you noticed him.

His name was Matt, a rich college student who seemed to have it all, He would come to the bakery every Monday and Friday and sometimes on weekends, always at this time, to buy something.

At first, you assumed it was for his girlfriend, as he would always buy something pink and frilly, but as the days went by, you couldn't help but wonder why he always seemed to choose this bakery, and why he always came at this exact time.

One night, as you were wiping down the counter, you glanced up and caught him looking at you. His eyes were low, almost piercing, and for a moment, you felt as though you could feel his gaze on your skin. And you quickly averted your eyes, feeling a blush creep up your neck. From that moment on, you found yourself becoming more aware of him, his presence, and the way he made you feel.

As the days went by, you couldn't help but wonder what he was really doing here almost every evening. Was he seeing someone else? Was he married? These questions filled your mind, and you found yourself fantasizing about him late at night, his face engraved into your memory. You began to look forward to his visits, even if it was just for a moment of a stolen glance or a simple 'hey, how are you doing today?'

You took one last drag from your cigarette, throwing it under your shoe before turning back toward the bakery.

As you stepped through the doorway, you felt a flutter in your stomach as you caught sight of none other than Matt himself, standing at the counter, chatting with the cashier. His eyes met yours, and for a split second, you felt like the entire world had vanished, leaving just the two of you.

"Hello," he said, his voice quiet and smooth, as he waved you over to the counter. You couldn't help but smile shyly in response, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks. "I'm sorry if I've been a bit…distracting, coming here almost every night. I just can't seem to stop thinking about this place, and the desserts you make." His gaze lingered on you for a moment, and As you stood there, a sudden sensation swirled in the pit of your stomach.

It was as if a thousand butterflies had suddenly taken flight within you, their wings beating in perfect unison.

'I know ' is what you wanted to say, but that just sounds creepy. Instead, you smiled and said, "It's alright, really. I'm glad you like the desserts." His smile widened, revealing a dimple on his cheek.

You spent the rest of your shift talking with Matt, finding yourself lost in conversation as the hours slipped by. You learned that he was majoring in business, but had always had a passion for writing and art, much like yourself.

As the bakery began to close for the night, you found yourselves outside, the cool air of the evening surrounding you. "I know that we don't know each other that well but…do you…do you want to get something to eat?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

You felt a rush run through you at his invitation. "I'd like that," you replied, trying to sound casual, but not quite managing it.

You followed him to a small, cozy restaurant a few blocks away. The lights were dim, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The waiter led you to a booth in the back, and as you slid in beside Matt, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you.

As you scanned the menu, Matt leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. "What would you like to eat?" he asked, his voice low.

Your heart raced at his closeness, and you had to remind yourself to breathe as you answered, "I'll have the salmon if it's okay." He nodded, still watching you closely, before looking back at the menu. "I'll have the same," he murmured, before handing the menu back to the waiter.

As you waited for your food, you couldn't help but study Matt's face. He was even more handsome up close, with his dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He caught you staring and smiled shyly, his dimple appearing again. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized you'd been caught, but you didn't mind. "Nothing important," you replied with a small laugh. "Just enjoying the moment."

The food arrived, and you both dug in, savoring the flavors. Conversation flowed easily between you, touching on everything from your favorite books and movies to your dreams and goals. You found yourself lost in his gaze, forgetting about the world around you as the hours ticked by.

And as the evening wore on, you grew bolder, leaning in closer to him, laughing at his jokes, and getting a little touchy. He seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed his.

The waiter brought over the check, and Matt reached for his wallet, but you quickly placed your hand on top of his. "I've got it," you insisted, smiling at him. He looked at you for a moment like you grew a third eye "Well that's crazy," he said before quickly grabbing your hand and handing the waiter the check. "But thank you for offering." He smiled and you were too distracted by the fact that he was still holding your hand to even complain.

After dinner, you both decided to walk off some of your meal. The air was cool and crisp, the stars shining bright overhead. Matt looped his arm through yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. "Where to?" he asked, his voice playful. You glanced around, taking in your surroundings. There was a small park just a block over, and it seemed like a nice, quiet place. "How about the park?" you suggested, already beginning to lead him in that direction.

As you walked, you felt as if you were floating, unaware of anything except the moment you were sharing with this guy that you've been fantasizing about for god knows how long.

The park was beautiful, with well-manicured yards and all different types of flowers. You found yourselves sitting on a bench, gazing out at the fountain, the water dancing and sparkling in the glow of the moonlight.

You couldn't remember the last time you had felt this comfortable and at ease with someone.

The silence between you wasn't awkward, but instead felt natural, like you didn't need words to communicate.

After several moments of companionable silence, he offered to walk you home since it was getting late. You smiled and agreed, you both walked hand in hand back to your neighborhood.

And as you neared your house, you felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. You weren't sure if you wanted this to end, it all felt like a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

When you finally reached your doorstep, you turned to face him, wanting to say something but not quite sure what. He must have sensed this too, because he leaned in and gently brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. His touch sent a shiver down your spine. "I had a really good time tonight," he murmured, his eyes searching yours for the same honesty. You smiled softly up at him and nodded. "Me too."

You were feeling extra bold, so you got on your tiptoes and leaned in, giving him a small peck on the cheek. His eyes widened slightly, and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, but then he closed them and leaned into your touch.

"Well," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "thank you again for dinner." He smiled "Goodnight Matt," you said before turning the key in the lock and disappearing inside. You couldn't help but glance back out the window, watching as he walked away.

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[marthawrites]

Matinee Delight

Modern Harwin Strong x fem reader

Word count: 3.2k+

About: While on a cinema date, the movie ends up being something you don't like. You try to talk your boyfriend, Harwin, into bailing early for something more fun.

Includes: Porn with plot to set it up. So, SMUT. Featuring an established relationship, dom(ish) Harwin, teasing, public sex, clothed sex, pet names, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, brief spit play, unprotected vaginal sex, fluff - I think that's everything! Sorry if I missed anything!

Note: Hello lovely reader! Harwin refers to reader as "little", but as always reader is non-descript. And as always, I hope you enjoy this fic! ♥

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If the cut and shape of your dress wasn’t distracting enough, the buttons made it obscenely distracting–for no other reason than they were silly, small, and ridiculous, and Harwin wondered how long it’d take to undo each and every one of them. Part of his brain knew you were talking to him, but the other part was focused–really focused–on those damn buttons. And, of course, your smaller, much softer hand interlaced with his own as you walked to the movie theater; grounding him even as his mind wandered.

It was a lovely dress. Truly. A staple piece in your closet. It wasn’t anything flashy, or fancy, or even particularly trendy. You had an eye for accessories, however, and the combination of jewelry, tights, and boots really made it pop. A hint of spring made the late winter breeze a little forgiving, but not forgiving enough to forego a jacket. You were really feeling this outfit. Harwin was too, apparently!

“Babe? Did you hear me?” You asked your boyfriend, squinting up at him suspiciously.

He blinked, full mouth curving into an easy grin. “Hm? Yes. Of course I heard you, sweetling,” he answered, doing his absolute best to sound as nonchalant as he could. Those brown eyes twinkled with barely contained amusement as he refocused on your face and not the buttons keeping your dress held together.

You saw right through it. “Then what did I say?”

“You were saying how excited you are for the movie.”

You scoffed. “Wrong! I said, I can’t believe you’re taking me to see this movie!”

Harwin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before lifting it to his mouth, kissing the top of it. “It can’t be that bad. I think it’ll be fun to catch something we normally wouldn't.”

The theater had three movies starting all around the same time today. You wanted to see the newest rom com and Harwin wanted to see the latest drama. Since neither of you wanted to give in you decided to roll a dice to make the decision. Two numbers were yours, two were his, and the final two were for the latest action movie. 

In a cruel twist of fate neither of you got your chosen movie picked. Instead, the oddball won. 

You'd been officially together for less than a year. Neither of you had the best record with past relationships. Because of that, the beginning was extra cautious and a little slow. There was something about this relationship, though, that undoubtedly sparked. Love at first sight? Soul mates? Nothing as cliche as that. But the chemistry was undeniable. You had three months left on the lease to your apartment, and afterward you two talked about moving in together. Things were looking up and moving fast; you loved it.

“Maybe…,” you answered, unconvinced. “If it's bad I can't promise I'll stay.” Amusement laced the otherwise seriousness of your features as your gaze slid up to him. 

Now it was his turn to see through it. The little glint in your eye told him everything he needed to know. “Even if I like it?”

“Especially if you like it.”

He let go of your hand and smacked your ass playfully. Leaning down, he murmured, “my rude little love. So cruel to even think of leaving me behind. Behave, princess, I’d hate to have to punish you.”

The warmth of his clean breath over your ear and neck had goosebumps immediately prickling your delicate skin. Despite his words, you knew he’d love to make true to his threat. You giggled. Unable to control the heat rushing to your cheeks, you replied, “then let’s hope it’s good, yes?”

Harwin’s low chuckle sent butterflies fluttering in your belly; muscles beneath tightened when he gave your ass another little smack. “Brat,” he teased.

Once at the cinema and waiting in line you savored the smell of fresh buttery popcorn. It was busier than you expected. Then again, there were three showings happening at nearly the same time. So perhaps it wasn’t completely unexpected. Behind you, three younger women, perhaps around college age, talked and giggled amongst themselves. You didn’t think much about it as Harwin went on about something he saw on reddit this morning. He always found interesting–or hilarious–things there.

One of the women–an admittedly stunning blonde–tried to squeeze around Harwin to grab a bag of candy. “Excuse me, sir,” she said in a voice a little too husky, her eyes raking over him a little too obviously. She completely ignored you. “Just trying to grab this right here.” She made a show of getting the candy and you glared at her.

“Oh, uhm, yeah, go for it,” he said to her while stepping out of the way, flashing one of his easy grins. 

She returned it–more heatedly–before stepping back in line.

You couldn’t blame her, honestly. Harwin was all big, tall, and dark curls. His brown eyes, perfect teeth, and maintained beard were more than enough to catch the eye of other women. But, really? While you were standing right by him? Turning your attention over your shoulder to look at her, you tilted your head and flashed a tiny smirk. ‘Smooth’, your expression said. ‘Very subtle.’ 

She made a face and you rolled your eyes.

Looking up to your boyfriend, you leaned against him while you rubbed across his broad back. Your palm glided down until your hand slipped into the back pocket of his perfectly worn blue jeans. He looked at you and smiled softly, lovingly, wrapping one of his brawny arms around you to hold you against him.

There weren't many people inside the screen room when you found your seats. “That girl was totally checking you out,” you said as soon as you both sat down with popcorn and soft drinks. “You should have seen her face!”

He laughed, his hand closest to you sliding under your dress and over your tight-covered thigh. “I was too busy thinking about these to even notice,” he answered lowly, squeezing your soft flesh as if he had a point to prove.

“You sweet talker!” You proclaimed with bright eyes in the low light. 

“Shh,” he teased. “It's about to start. Don't want to miss any of it.”

Leaning into him, it was your turn to whisper, “if it's bad I'm leaving, remember?” 

His only answer was a firmer squeeze higher on your thigh.

The movie had a promising start. But it didn't take long for it to turn… ridiculous, even for a silly action movie. Harwin seemed into it and you wanted to change his mind. “Hey?” You asked, trying to keep quiet for the sake of the other people watching. “I'm getting bored.”

“A little longer? Maybe you'll like it more soon,” he replied, his touch creeping higher where it’d been glued the whole time.

Unenthused, you agreed. That didn't mean you'd make it easy on him, though. Tracing over his shoulders, you eventually settled your hand at the base of his neck. You gently twirled his curls around your fingers and grazed the tips over his scalp. The nape of his neck. Behind his ear.

“You're a naughty thing, aren't you?” He asked as he leaned into you, tugging at the highest button of your dress until it slipped from his grasp and snapped back against your skin. “Are you truly bored, or are you being a needy girl?”

The low rasp of his voice sent shivers erupting all over your skin. Fuck. You loved it when it got all scratchy like that. There was little–if not anything–you wouldn't do for him if he asked in that tone. “‘M bored,” you answered, coy, your lips brushing against his beard nearest his ear. You squeezed your thighs around his hand as if you had a point to prove.

He groaned softly at that. “We're not even halfway through and you're wanting to give up?”

A smile pursed your lips as you nodded. “Yes.” You pressed your free hand over the thick muscle of his thigh, daring to trace your touch up along the inside of it. Higher. You could feel him hardening, there.

It was a good thing the movie was loud, because the noise that came out of Harwin would have likely turned a head or two. “Get up,” he growled.

You feigned innocence and batted your eyelashes at him. He didn’t buy it. He stood and grabbed your hand to pull you away. Neither of you bothered to grab your snacks. He tugged you along, hand tight around yours, as he led you out of the dark theater.

Giggling, you asked, “where are you going?”

He looked both ways down the hallway before trying the handle of a utility closet. It was unlocked. Thank God.

It was bigger than you expected and only had one light with a pull string to turn it on and off–one of the old style bulbs that didn't cast much light. From the outside, no one would be able to tell it was even on. A perfect spot. The walk home might very well turn into a proper foot race. He'd win, most likely. Not only was his stride much longer and stronger than yours, but his cardio was peak too! You'd only win if he played it easy on you. Which, you knew he wouldn't. Not when he was like this. Not when he knew you needed him.

With a flex of his entire body he seamlessly lifted you up and sat you on the storage table. He pushed your dress up high so he could stand between your legs; his favorite place. “My poor desperate little princess. We shouldn’t have even come here, hm? To think we could have stayed at my place with Netflix and much less clothes...” He mocked before his mouth crashed onto yours. Those full lips were so soft, and warm, and demanding as he led the kiss. Sliding tongues, nipping teeth, and a fiery need grew by the moment.

“I always want you,” you whispered hotly between kisses. You were both breathing heavier, now. You fisted the front of his shirt with one hand and tugged on his belt with the other, pulling him into you.

Harwin made a low noise in his throat as you demanded more of him. “The buttons on this thing are insane,” he growled as he began to open them. “And these fucking tights? Oh, shit baby, you even wore one of my favorite bras on these perfect tits.”

The front of your dress was now all the way open, exposing the fullness of your body to him. Your chest rose and fell with your gnawing desire, and your pupils were wide with lust as you curled your fist in his hair. “Keep touching me,” you arched to press against him. “Please,” you begged.

“You just need these big strong hands all over you, don't you?” He asked, palming all over your exposed skin. You felt impossibly soft beneath his tough calluses as they scratched over you in the most delicious way. Those big hands squeezed your covered breasts, slid down your ribs, across your abdomen, until his fingers hooked beneath the waist of your tights. “Lift your ass.”

Tension coiled in your belly and settled like molten between your thighs. You obeyed and gasped when he slid the material down your legs. “God–yes! I love your hands,” you mewled.

“Grabbing you, squeezing you, fucking you,” he whispered by your ear. The feeling of his smirk against your cheek sent excitement jolting through you. “You need to be a good girl and stay quiet. Think you can be my good little girl and do that?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes,” you answered, the single word loaded with wanton hunger.

“That’s my girl. Fuck–I can't believe you're making me do this to you here. If you're too loud and get anyone else's attention I swear to Christ I will stop so fast.” 

Two of his fingers pushed past your lips and you didn't need to be told what to do. He groaned appreciatively as you wrapped your mouth around his fingers, sucking and slobbering your tongue all over them. Your half lidded eyes stayed on him the whole time. His were darkened with lust; the set of his brow and jaw already had your toes curling in your boots.

He pulled them free with a wet pop. Without any other warning he pushed the front of your panties to the side and dragged those slobbered pads up your folds. Testing you. Teasing you. A dark laugh rumbled in his throat. “So fucking wet.” One thick digit pushed up into your body making you choke on a cry. “I bet this pussy could take three without even trying right now,” he said as he worked that single finger; curling, pumping, stroking all along your inner walls.

His name left your mouth in a strangled whimper. “More..! Please, please, more.”

A second joined the first and you thought you might explode on the spot. “Shh, shh… feels good, I know. Feels so fucking good. Gotta stay quiet, baby,” he cooed as his wrist flexed all the way up through his forearm. He pumped in and out of you just the way you liked it. As soon as that sweet hidden patch of nerves brushed against his fingers he was relentless.

“Shi–! Yes, yes, yes, fuck–!” You moaned through whimpers. Your hand lowered to wrap around his thick wrist, holding onto him as he fucked you silly on his fingers.

“Gonna come soon, aren't you? Can feel you squeezing around me. I bet your little clit is soo achey,” he rumbled with quiet humor in his umber eyes. Shifting his position, he angled backwards slightly. While staring right where his fingers disappeared in you, he rolled his mouth around a few times, collecting as much saliva as he could into a single useful glob. He spat the spit right onto your clit. His thumb circled the aching bud. He slid over it, again and again, rubbing it up and down, in tandem with his two fingers fucking in and out of you.

Blood pounded behind your ears. It was too much. The coil in your belly snapped and you peaked harshly. Intensely. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and panted your pleasure, using him to muffle the sounds of your orgasm. Your inner walls clenched around him and he slowed until he was able to comfortably pull them out.

“Look at me, little princess.”

Heavy lidded eyes tipped up at him. 

He thought you were so beautiful–so perfect–when you were half dazed after orgasms like this. “There you are…,” he muttered, satisfied. “Sweet as you sounded coming all over my hand like that, I know you're not done yet. You need one more before we leave, huh?”

“Yeah. Want to have a hard time walking home.”

“My filthy girl.” Together you opened the front of his belt, then his button and zipper, until his cock sprang free. He didn't even bother pushing them down all the way before he said, “hop down and turn around.”

You did. Excitement thrilled along your spine. Something about the idea of bending over a utility table in a closet at the movies had your cunt clenching around nothing. You two had never done anything quite like this before. Car sex? Yeah. But nothing so public.

Harwin gripped into the soft meat of your hip and spread one of your ass cheeks open, letting him see all of you. “Hold onto the table,” he warned, voice thick and raspy. With your tights still bunched down under your knees, he didn’t have much room to work with. It didn’t matter, though; it was a glorious fucking sight.

Once again you did as told, knowing you'd need the extra support. The tip of his cock pressed against your soaked opening and you bit down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. He was so big, and so hot, and the first spear of his thick cock never failed to take your breath away. He pushed inch after inch into your slick heat, not stopping until he reached the end of you. The hair on his thighs rasped against the smooth underside of your own and you whined in pure bliss. So fucking good.

“You holding on?” He dragged out of you until only his head was inside the tight wrap of your pussy. Then, with a flex of his ass he slammed into you once again. The wet smack of your skin had you gasping. “Better be because I'm not stopping now, sweetling.” His fingertips sunk into your flesh so firm you thought they might leave bruises behind. You didn't care though. Not when he began fucking you exactly how you needed to be used.

“H-Harwin,” you gasped, biting into your arm to muffle any sound that might grow too loud. “Feels s-so good..!” Each time he left you you barely had time to miss him before he drove back into your body. The stretch from his cock was beautifully maddening. Over and over, rutting into you with the perfect pace, pressure, and angle. Soon, his cockhead began to bully over that same patch of nerves his fingers were.

“There it is,” he mumbled close to your ear, grinning, his body weight an addicting pressure atop your back. “Gonna let me fill you up?” He asked sweetly–teeth scraping over your neck harshly.

If you weren't already close that would have sent you right to the edge. “Yes! Come in my pussy! Please fill me up,” you begged in a warbling voice.

His rhythm stayed true and in the next moment bliss overwhelmed all of your senses. A lovely, radiant, weightless sensation tingled through your blood and left you boneless. Behind, Harwin growled low in his chest as his cock throbbed within the tight squeeze of your body. Spurts of his seed unloaded into you until a mess of it slowly oozed out from around his girth; a lovely mess of you and him.

“Oh my god…,” you giggled as he pulled out, spent length beginning to soften. “Is there anything to wipe up with in here?” 

Looking around, neither of you saw anything. “Oh come on there has to be something,” he laughed as he begrudgingly took a few steps away. A roll of paper towels finally caught his eye. “Ah-ha! Right here.” He  walked to them and took a couple off. 

He offered you one and kept one for himself; more at the ready if needed. You stood up and turned around, thankful for it. A second giggle left you as you watched him clean up, too. Luckily neither of your clothes got too dirty.

“Can't believe you made me do that to you here,” he said accusingly.

“I can't believe you actually did it,” you retorted.

“You know I can't deny my girl.” 

Both of your clothes were fixed, now, and he gently kissed you. “You are the most perfect thing."

You hummed a sweet noise, floating on his praise, and wrapped your arms around him.

He squeezed you tight before carefully unfolding his arms from around you. Tipping his head to the door, he asked, “shower at my place?”

Lacing your fingers into his own, you nodded with bright eyes. “That sounds amazing!”

As quietly and inconspicuously as you could, you both slunk out of the closet with–perhaps–only the security cameras in the hallway as witness.

-

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[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Momochi Translation — @ NI・GA・TE

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

this is a bonus drama that came with the xtreme cd !

「Dear❤Vocalist Xtreme」 Tower Record Drama CD 「プライベート・ヴォーカリスト NI・GA・TE♥」 エントリーNo.5 モモチ CV.豊永利行

Ahh, that was close. We made it in time somehow.

Hey, you. When we get to the studio, someone might try to talk to you, but just ignore them, okay?

Got it?

I'm telling you, if you have any unnecessary conversations with the members or staff, you'll regret it later-

Tsk. Ah?! A-Ah…

Er, everyone!

Sorry for being late!

We were killing time at the cafe and she suddenly started feeling sick! Ahaha…

Yeah, but it looks like she's okay now! Right~?

Oh, mhm. Today's just a photo shoot for a magazine, so I wasn't planning on bringing her along…

Ah, this one here! She’s a big fan of the photographer who will be in charge of today's shoot!

She said she really wanted to come and watch, so I brought her along.

I'll make sure she doesn’t get in anyone's way... is that okay?

Thank you!

Y-Yeah.

It seems that way. The photographer is world-famous, right?

I'm really excited to have someone like that take my picture! I might even ask for their autograph on the way out, aha ha ha…

Ah, they've already called the car around. But we'll take a taxi there.

If her condition worsens again during the trip there, I don't want to inconvenience everyone, ehe.

No, it’s really fine. Don’t worry, we’re totally okay!

I know where the studio is, so don't worry and go ahead.

Yeah, see you later then!

sigh…Don’t just come out of nowhere and suddenly talk to me like that, tsk.

Look, we're going too. We’ll catch a taxi over there, so come with me.

[02:26]

Then, I have to go have makeup and stuff done now.

Hah? You’re excited?

You're not really planning on watching the shoot, are you~?

That's not allowed, you know. I'll be distracted if you're there.

So… I was thinking I would have you stay in a special place until it's over, hehe.

Of course. It’s here.

You can tell by looking, right? It's the cleaning supply closet.

It's a little narrow but if it’s just you, you should be able to squeeze in there, right?

I'll tell the other members you went home because you weren't feeling well or something, so don't come out of here until I say it's okay.

Got it?

Okay, hurry up and get in then.

Phew, that's good.

Alright, let's do our best for the shoot~

[03:50]

Eh, is that so? Then, is the pose like this for the next one?

I'm so happy to be praised by such a famous photographer!

Uh? What’s that thing you were talking about?

Ehh, techniques to bring out my best traits?

I wonder what it is. I'm excited.

Huh, what is that? A bucket?

W-wait a minute, techniques mean like - is this - huh - wait -

?!

Are you still gonna pour it on me?!

koff koff

…I-Is that so? That's good, if it's as you envisioned…ahahaha…

Ugh, this damn photographer, I want to hit him right now…!!

[5:20]

sigh What the hell was that photoshoot just now?

You can't just suddenly throw buckets of water on me over and over, can you?!

At least tell me beforehand!

Enough. I'm never doing this magazine again.

[5:38]

Yeah, that's true. I haven't even removed my makeup yet, so it might take a little longer.

Everyone else finished, right?

Then you can go home first. Thanks for your hard work.

Eh? You're waiting for me?

Why?

We're going out for drinks…all of us?

O-Oh, mhm. She left earlier.

Eh? Huh? Wait...

No, it's not about reserving seats or anything like that.

I never said I was going.

[06:40]

Late.

What are you doing?

I said to answer within 3 rings, didn’t I?

I'll hold it against you later.

By the way, you're still in the storage room from earlier, right?

Yeah.

Then come out of there right now and come to a store called Kararia on the second floor of the building, next to the studio.

It's a shitty closet, so even if it's locked, you can open it from the inside, right?

LINE (text) me when you’re in front of the store.

Come within 10 minutes.

See you!

[07:39]

Tsk, they’re still not here.

…Eh?

No no, I'm not talking about the drinks, forget I said anything!

*phone vibrates*

Uh - Huh? I wonder what's wrong with her…?!

Well... she made it home but she seems to be feeling really sick. Maybe I should take her to the hospital.

That’s right. I'm worried about her, so is it okay if I go home first?

I know we were just having fun here, sorry!

[08:34]

Ahh, I’m tired.

Come on, you too. Let's go home quickly.

And by the way, you're way too late.

I said to come within 10 minutes, what happened?

I wanted to go home as fast as possible.

Anyways…

When we get back, you'll be punished for eeeverything at once.

So be ready for it.

Got it~?

#dear vocalist #drama cd translation #dear vocalist translation #momochi #ディアヴォーカリスト #モモチ #mmc #xtreme #nigate #bonus track #for self use #*** #hi. it’s been a while. #i hope nobody has translated these but i’m not checking the tags idc #literally i love mmc so much i learned how to translate in my hacky cheat way just for him

[iamthecomet]

Hoot!

Awww yeah, until today life was okay-ish kind to me, but today was just awesome!

I‘m like, ‘undiagnose me, I don‘t have depression’ happy (which means that I’ll feel terrible in like three days. But I’m very willing to ride that high until it ends xD)

Since a few days, I’ve been working on a big project (ghoul OC stuff is about as much as I can say right now), and that‘s been giving me quite a dopamine kick.

Today I met up with friends that I usually see very often but haven’t seen in over 5 weeks, which was very nice. We also met a one of the friend‘s (and she has cats. I fucking love cats).

So I also got to cuddle two cats. One of them has the softest fur I’ve ever felt. (I‘m sorry to my friends because I was constantly getting distracted by the cats, but I think they were just glad to see that I was smiling xD)

And then one of my closest friends finally texted back again. They also saw ghost a while back and specifically recorded videos/took pics so they could send them to me, which is just the cutest thing ever. (They also let me give them a nice explanation on who what ghoul is, what their element is, where they are positioned on stage…). So I basked in my memories of ghost too and got very excited for what they saw

I could‘ve made this short by saying my day was great, but I’m happy and being happy makes me even more talkative than I usually am. So sorry about that /g

Yeah, it not being all the things you wanted to get done (even if the goal was totally impossible to achieve) is a very good explanation for that feeling.

That with ghost and family sounds awesome! As I’ve mentioned, I got to bask in memories and videos of ghost live again today, which was just absolutely awesome.

I so hope that you‘ll have a great time!

Yeah, it absolutely is! Making all of those patches and sewing them on took many many hours of work, and I’m so excited to then finally finish it and be able to wear it (I’m a bit scared of the last part, but I think it‘ll turn out at least fine (or hopefully even great)

~ @owlishanon

I am MANY days late to this, but I'M SO GLAD YOU HAD A GOOD DAY. I hope that things are still good! I'm feeling the post concert/vacation depression REAL BAD today. But that just means I had a really great time and I'm so fucking grateful for that! Can't wait to stop feeling sad that I can't just live at a concert on repeat, and just be ecstatic that they were both SO incredible. I'm so excited about your vest too! It's going to be so cool when it's done, and you can wear it all the time! I'm sure it will look great! ♥♥♥♥

#comet comments #owlish #comet's anons

[heclingmuzik]

Ismael’s phone pings. She got a text!

[ text ; ismael ] Dear Ismael,

I hope you’re doing well . Especially today in particular. A birthday only comes around once a year. So it is important to take time to celebrate with your friends and allies.

Provided you have time, I would, too, like to celebrate the day of your birth. Whenever it is convenient for you, I would like to pay visit with a few gifts of my own. I’m sure you will receive many.

You’re a good friend, and have made my time in this city filled with blessing. I hope our bonds of friendship will only continue to grow, and that you feel the same.

Sincerely,

Byleth Eisner.

April 2nd, Sunday and finally Ismael was on her phone. It wasn't that she hadn't been away from her phone the day before, but she had rarely been on it for reasons. One, she had been distracted, two she had a guest over, and three---a lot had happened that day, but she's okay. She's okay today. Sal had walked Ismael back home from their little walk and now she's home, tidying up her room just a little bit. It's a lot cleaner. She'll have Sal to thank for that. For helping her when she needed it.

Ismael checks her phone, mainly to see if she'd get a text from Sal saying that he made it home safely, but...

Byleth.

"Oh shit."

Ismael's never typed so fast on her cellphone before.

[Text to Byleth]

Byleth! SO sorry for getting back to you so late!!!!!!!!!!

[Text to Byleth] IM FREE RN COME OVER

[Text to Byleth] ♥

@fellstcr

#fellstcr #THAT FEELING WHEN YOU WERE HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN AND EMOTIONS Whoops!

[userkhael]

kismet

Summary: Your date stood you up but Henry is to the rescue

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: major FLUFF alert

Word Count: 1500+

A/N: This was a prompt for one of my OTPs but then I thought it can be a Henry fic too, Hope you like it ♥

Well, shit.

If your phone can only talk, it would be cursing you nonstop. You’ve checked on it for more than five times in minutes and you’re getting anxious the longer you stay in this restaurant. You feel eyes on you for every time the waitress would ask you for your order and say would wait on your date. But your date is running late for more than an hour now.

This is why you hate putting yourself out there, of expecting too much from someone who shared little with your interests. You wanted to try, you wanted to see if love is still on the table for you or will it be purely sexual from here on out? You’re fed up with one-night stands and loveless encounters but the universe is actually fucking up your chances of achieving that.

The waitress walked towards your table, smiling. “Hi, can I get you anything? More water?”

You shake my head and she respectfully retreated in the corner waiting for other people and doing her job. You shouldn’t be this annoyed at how this evening turned out. There was so many red flags yet you still wanted to go through with it. Well, fuck compassion, you thought.

You look around and see normal people having a good time, you just don’t know why you can’t have that. Pissed off about being stood up, you raise your hand for the bill and the waitress walks up to you when a tall, heavily built guy, slid on the seat in front of you. His curls kept sticking out over his forehead and his chin looked adorable. Hold on, a dimpled chin? 

His white shirt seem to be top of the line and the way two buttons are undone and you’re clearly seeing his chest hair. You stop yourself from dropping your jaw like a fucking lunatic and focused on his arms. His broad shoulders is so distracting and his biceps, even more distracting as it’s trying to escape from the fabric its wrapped in. You almost salivated at the mere sight of him but you remembered he belongs to the species you very much despise at the moment. You peel your eyes away, thinking he’s another customer who can’t wait for the table to be cleared.

“Hey, sweetheart. Sorry, traffic’s been crazy today.” You whip your head back to him and the waitress looked at you and at him, suddenly confused. You wish you can say you’re not but you definitely are. Mr. Stranger raises his hand causing the waitress to remove the bill from your hand and retreat.

He leans in on the table and looks straight at you, his frame almost overshadowing you on the other side, not like you’re at par with his size but his shadow loomed over you, dominating you oh, so subtly.

“I’m Henry. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.”

Your heart warms at his words and you’re damn sure your cheeks are sending off a better message. You stop yourself from smiling and you wonder if you’re in a middle of a dream. The waitress came back with two menus and the stranger in front of you just scanned through it like he’s a regular here. Maybe he is. You wouldn’t really know since this is your first time.

He peers at you over his menu and you see the twinkle in his eye. “I don’t know, babe. I prefer almost everything on this menu. Why don’t you pick?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded and I guess, the waitress feels the same way because she hasn’t looked back at you ever since he sat on the table. I browse through the menu and some looked familiar while others looked really bizarre to you. You turn your gaze at him again and he nods, urging you on.

“Uh, I’ll have the Beef Wellington. You?” You know when you lift your eyes, those blues are the ones they will see. Those blues that pulls you in, ever so slowly. He smiles at you and nods at the waitress.

“We’ll have two Wellies, thank you.” Even his voice is pure sex alone. You feel your body warming up when it was cold just a few seconds ago. You steal a glance his way and you can’t help but clear your throat. Suddenly, it became so stifling in this open space.

Curious about his motive is, your fight mode turns on and couldn’t help but wonder why he’s at your table.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask, wishing the truth is not as painful as you maybe imagine. Maybe he’s just looking for a casual fuck, which would be very much okay with you, by the way. But his physique, his whole goddamn existence doesn’t make sense for him to come after you. Definitely, a one-night stand.

“I’m drinking at the bar, scanning the crowd when I saw you. You had this look on your face. Something I don’t ever want to see in a woman.” He sips on his wine like he just told me the most natural thing in the world. No, it’s not. My insides shivered at the thought.

“So, you’re a gentleman then?” You ask, picking up your own glass of wine, feeling the sweet kick of alcohol on your lips before it reaches your tongue. Now, you’re having dirty thoughts about that white shirt of his. Or how his muscles would flex underneath it yet you can see it vividly.

You swallow a lump forming in your throat and you think you’re getting ahead of yourself, so you drink more of that wine trying to ease your nerves.

“Slow down there, captain. Hangovers are the worst.” His deep baritone vibrate through your skin like a symphony. You can’t help but smile. This day turned out greater than you thought it would be.

Both of your orders came and you both ate silently. You don’t want to jump into a conversation and appear desperate but half of you also wants to know every bit of information about the Adonis in front of you.

After you’re both finished eating, you don’t want the moment to end but the sad reality hits you when he excused himself to the bathroom. The usual excuse for escape. You don’t know why you expected him to be something different but I guess, it was awesome while it lasted.

You called for the waitress but she informed you that your bill was taken cared of. At least, he was indeed a gentleman. He didn’t make any sexual comments about your dress or make you feel violated. Definitely, this is a night you won’t forget.

You step outside the restaurant and you regret you left your cardigan at home. This was supposed to be a fun night, at the very least, you had an amazing end to it. You hug yourself and pull out your phone, booking a ride home when strong arms envelope you. Making you gasp and stumble at the same time. Once you’re steady, the cold breeze outside you can’t feel anymore. You look up and there he is, again. Appearing like a knight in shining armor.

You open your mouth to say something but there are no words, he looks down at you, eyes in awe.

“I thought –“

“You thought what?” he asks, still looking down at me. You didn’t realize you’re gripping his arms for dear life. You let go and steady yourself, not making you look an idiot.

“I just thought that you’d left…” You say softly and he holds your chin so you’re forced to look up at him, to look at those heavenly eyes and pretend not to melt.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he smiles and caresses your cheek, the burst of electricity you can feel anywhere.

“Thank you for paying for my food, I’ll pay it back.” You are a stuttering mess around him and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, woman. You are just one of a kind.” He pulls you into his arms, his warmth and cologne intoxicating you.

“T-thank you for today, Henry.” You shyly say against his chest and you can feel the steady beating of his heart, you can’t say the same to yourself. Your heart gallops like a fucking stallion in heat. He pushes you slowly, away from him, still his arms are around you and looks down.

“Who says this date is done?” He looks down at you and you bite your lip.

“A date, huh?” You ask him, chuckling, finding the situation even funny.

“And also, this night is far too interesting to not follow through, don’t you think? I mean, another man’s stupidity is another man’s…”

You wriggle out of his arms and laugh, walking towards the empty streets of the city, shaking your head at what he’s about to say.

“I prefer you not finishing that sentence…”

He smiles and his fangs appeared into view, his dimples making themselves known, he looks more endearing. Oh God, he is gorgeous. He follows you and adamant to take your hand in his while you’re walking and you let him, because it felt good, it felt like kismet and there’s nothing you can do but say yes to it.

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

#henrycavill** #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #fluff #henry cavill fanfic #fanfiction #fiction #henry cavill fic #khaelwrites

[catgirlforkaeya]

hello, you beautiful human being over there! i love your writing style and the way you write kaeya is ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ idk how to explain it but its chef-kiss in my opinion! keep going :)

is your request still on? if yes, then can i drop mine ▼・ᴥ・▼

➪ in this one, kaeya and reader is not in a relationship yet but they do have feelings for each other. happy-go-lucky reader does have many friends but none of those friends have a close bonding with the reader. so, on reader's birthday, not a single soul remember it is reader's day. they do know, but forgotten. not as a prank or purposely forgot in order to make a suprise party or so, just, literally no one remembered – except our dear navy blue-haired boy obviously :')

kaeya thought reader is having a wonderful birthday with their friends, full of wholesome wishes and celebration but how and what would kaeya do when he finds out by his own that its vice versa? reader doesn't even tell him that it's always been like this for their birthday, because they no longer feel as if their existence has any meaning in teyvat. even with all the efforts put in making friends and make sure those friends feel loved and appreciated, the same flavour just hasn't been returned to the reader.

i guess it is a hurt/comfort ? i hope this is fine, thank you and if you're celebrating chrismast, then here a wish from me in advance "Merry Christmas 🎅🎄 he he he" ☺︎︎

lonely birthday

kaeya x gn!reader

hurt/comfort

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + alcohol consumption + depression + unestablished relationships (you two say ily at the end it’s ok)

a/n: i am so sorry i’m late to this 😭 it’s been a long few weeks and i took a break from writing :,) i hope it’s good enough— it’s not my best work but i hope you like it! i also wish u a very late merry christmas

birthdays were a touchy subject for you. most people always enjoy their birthdays— cake, presents, parties, and feeling loved. your birthdays never had that though. growing up you never had the privilege of being able to enjoy a birthday. you hoped that into your adult life you’d have that joy, but no. you had a bunch of friends and most of them usually remembered and gave you some gifts but it was never extremely enjoyable. there was no party, and no cake.

this year though, there was nothing. no gifts. not even birthday wishes. you thought oh maybe they were just pulling a prank and you’d come home to a big party. when you opened the door to your house you were greeted with silence and darkness, like every year.

so now here you were in the corner of cat’s tail, downing your third glass of whiskey while angrily stabbing at a slice of ham. you usually stayed inside and just distracted yourself with books, alcohol or sleep, but you needed a change of scenery this year. diona had been scolding you for drinking so much tonight, but you just brushed it off. you just needed to drown out all your thoughts and emotions tonight.

you were used to people forgetting your birthday, it was common for a few friends to do so. it was never this much though. why did all of them just suddenly forget? were they mad at you?? they’d been acting fine the day before though. did something come up? no— there was no way that all of them were busy today, at least somebody would have some free time to wish you a happy birthday. hell you even saw some of them today while you were working. there was no way all of them forgot.. right?

contrary to popular belief you weren’t extremely close with your friends. everyone thought you were because of how you acted, but they only saw the tip of the iceberg. they were very good friends yes, you just never told them anything personal. you’d never go to them when you had problems— you’d just bury it down deep inside your brain and forget about it. when they did try to help you you’d just push them away and say that you were fine.

“y’know,” a familiar voice ripped you out of your thoughts. “for somebody who’s supposed to be celebrating their birthday, i don’t see any celebration happening.”

you whipped your head up to find kaeya standing in front of you.

kaeya was probably the person that you were closest to. still not close on a personal level but he knew more about you than the others. you two had met through work. you helped miss lisa in the library. one time when kaeya was in there he asked you for book recommendations, and that started an unexpected friendship. that friendship lead to you having a crush on him.

“um— yeah. i decided to spend the night alone,” you lied as you sat up in your seat. you flashed a weak smile at him.

kaeya could tell something was wrong. when he had first walked in you were slumped over and zoned out which was very unusual for you. your smile was also a lot duller than it usually was. he didn’t want to pry too much initially— or at all.

he pulled up a chair from a nearby table. nodding down at the chair slightly, he asked a small question; “may i?”

you gave a small yes as he sat down. you took a small sip out of your glass, straightening yourself up to make it look like you weren’t an emotional wreck right now.

“i’m a little shocked to see you here,” you rested your chin in your hand, tracing the rim of your glass with the other hand. “you don’t usually come here.”

“i could say the same about you, y/n,” kaeya’s eye met yours. his gaze was soft, periwinkle eye twinkling slightly under the golden light in the tavern.

“it’s a... long story,” your eyes began to drift off for a moment. shaking your head slightly you looked back at the man sitting in front of you. his eye hadn’t left you since he sat down.

“you wanna talk about it?” kaeya cocked his head to the side slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“no— i’m fine,” you gave your second lie of the night.

you were not fine. kaeya and you both knew that you were not okay. he could tell you weren’t by the look in your eyes. they usually had a shimmer to them, but tonight they were glazed over. that might be from the alcohol but they still looked lifeless. also the tone of your voice, it sounded almost robotic.

“mm okay,” kaeya said with a hum. he reached over and took your hand off the glass, gently holding it in his for a few moments. “i’m here if you ever need to pour your heart out though, okay? i’ll listen. it doesn’t matter if it’s something big or something small, i will listen.”

you wanted to cry. you wanted to bury your head into kaeya’s shoulder and sob uncontrollably. you wanted to feel his arms wrap around you while he whispers small reassuring comments that it’ll all be okay. you wanted him to hold you. you wanted to be loved.

you couldn’t though, not right here at least. you’d have to explain everything to him and you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. would he even actually listen? the last time somebody said that to you they lied— would kaeya do the same? it feels like your existence has no meaning anymore, so what would cause kaeya to care?

“t-thank you, kaeya,” your voice started to crack mid-sentence. you tried covering it up with a cough, cursing yourself under your breath. “i’m here if you ever need anything too.”

kaeya gave you a small thank you. there was a pretty long silence between you two. not an awkward one, you just didn’t know what to say. you two just sat there enjoying each other’s company.

“i should probably head home,” you let out an airy sigh, reaching into your pocket to pull out some money.

“may i walk you home?” kaeya asked, standing up and placing some money on the table before you got the chance. you were too tired to argue over the payment so you just let him pay tonight.

“yeah, of course,” you nodded as you stood up. you two headed towards the door together. you could feel a bunch of eyes watching you two. it made the hair stand up on the back of your neck a little.

once you stepped outside you immediately were greeted by the bitter cold. you were stupid enough to forget a jacket when you left your house, so now you were freezing. thankfully your house wasn’t too far away.

halfway through the walk the alcohol started hitting you like a truck. your head was spinning, you couldn’t walk straight, and you could feel a headache forming. kaeya caught you every time you started to fall though. he’d make a stupid remark like “walk much?” or “i’m starting to think you’re falling for me, quite literally.”

it didn’t take long to get to your house. now you were standing on your porch with kaeya, fumbling with your key to unlock the door. you were struggling mostly because your hands were frozen, but also because of the alcohol running through your veins.

“guess i should get going,” kaeya said as you finally got the door unlocked. you both hummed at the heat that instantly poured out. “it was a pleasure seeing you tonight, y/n.”

“wait—“ you put a hand on his shoulder right as he turned to walk away. “—do you want to come in and warm up a little..?”

kaeya immediately turned around and looked down at you. he wasn’t expecting that question, but he was glad you asked. he felt awful leaving you right now. the state you were in concerned him dearly.

“sure! it is quite chilly,” kaeya didn’t want to tell you that he wasn’t actually cold. his cryo vision made him less vulnerable to the cold.

you two stepped into the house. kaeya shrugged off his jacket as you walked over to the fireplace and added a few more logs to it. you heard footsteps behind you, just kinda walking aimlessly.

“i just remembered, i think i have a book for you in my room,” you turned to face kaeya. he was looking around your living room. “cmon.”

you took his hand and lead him up the steps, down the hallway and into your bedroom. it was dark except for the moonlight that was shining in. that provided enough light though. you staggered over to your desk and grabbed the book you had recently bought for kaeya.

“here,” you handed it to him. he took it, running his fingers over the cover and read the title. you saw a small smile form on his face.

“i’ve been dying to read it,” he looked up at you and gave a wide grin. “i also have something for you.”

kaeya reached into his pocket, pulling out a small wooden box. he handed it to you. taking it with slightly shaky hands, you opened it. inside sat a small ring with a royal blue gem on it. a small note was inside that read “happy birthday y/n!! -k :)”

you completely froze, staring down at the gift in amazement. somebody actually remembered. somebody actually cared enough to get you something today. that somebody was kaeya. every year he always managed to get something for you. it didn’t matter if it was something expensive or something cheap, he’d always get you a gift.

“you remembered—“ your voice cracked for the second time tonight. you felt your throat begin to close up, eyes filling with tears.

kaeya set the book down onto the desk it was previous on. he placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. “i’d never forget your birthday, hun.”

you completely broke. all of the walls that you had built up for so many years came crumbling down all at once. tears began spilling from your eyes like water overflowing from a pitcher. kaeya’s arms quickly wrapped around you, causing you to break even more. you buried your head into his shoulder and just cried uncontrollably. part of you was internally screaming at yourself to stop being vulnerable but you couldn’t care less anymore. you were at your breaking point.

kaeya guided you to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. your bodies were angled so that you were facing each other. he brought his hands up to your face and cupped your wet cheeks, gently wiping tears away with his thumbs.

“what happened?” his voice was soft— a kind of soft you had never heard before. it wasn’t a calm soft it was a worried and concerned type of soft.

“today was fucking awful,” you leaned into his touch a little, starting to cry even harder. “everyone f-forgot it was my birthday today— except you of course—“

kaeya felt his heart shatter at your words. he’d expected you to be out partying and celebrating, so when he found you alone in the corner of a bar he knew something was definitely wrong. he didn’t expect it to be this bad though.

he had never seen you like this before— now that he was seeing it he fucking hated it. it made him feel pissed because everyone made you feel like shit on your birthday, but it also made him feel awful seeing you cry like this.

he placed a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours afterwards. this wasn’t really how he wished for your first kiss together to go, but at least it made you smile q tiny bit.

“i’m here for you. i know you don’t care for opening up to others but i promise i’ll listen,” his voice was barely above a whisper. your eyes met. his was pretty and shining in the moonlight while yours were bloodshot and filled with tears.

you hesitated for a moment, but you finally started opening up about stuff. how shitty you felt, how angry and enraged you were, how alone you felt lately, why you kept your emotions so hidden, your struggles with depression and mental health. there was some stuff you left out— like how you spent all of your birthdays alone. you didn’t have the gut to mention that yet. you tried to avoid the topic of past birthdays the best you could.

just like he promised, kaeya sat and listened the whole time. he didn’t interrupt once. he’d occasionally whisper “it’s okay” or “shh i’m here” if you started crying too hard. sometime during your venting he laid back onto the bed and pulled you with him. you two laid next to each other, both of kaeya’s arms around you while you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

talking about all of this felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off of you. it felt so good knowing that there was actually somebody out there that you could trust with this stuff. part of you was still screaming stop but you were far too gone. the only thing that you cared about was kaeya right now.

—

hours passed. kaeya had no idea what time it was— all he knew was that it was late. you’d finally stopped crying around 30 minutes ago. now you two were laying in silence. kaeya had no idea if you were asleep but the way you hadn’t made a sound he assumed you were. you’d cried your eyes out for hours, cried until there was not a single tear left.

kaeya knew that he should probably head home. it pained him having to leave. he really didn’t want to stay the night without your permission and he didn’t want to wake you up to ask. you’d finally settled down and it’d make him feel awful to disturb you. he knew the only way to leave was to leave a note explaining everything sneak out.

he was slow and quiet about everything. slowly pushed you off of him, slowly took his arms off of you, slowly sat up in bed, quietly reached for a pen and paper.

right as he was about to get out of bed, he felt an arm wrap around him.

“stay the night,” you mumbled, resting your face against his waist. “please.”

kaeya shifted so that he could look at you. seeing the way you looked broke his heart. your eyes and lips were puffy and red from crying so much, your cheeks stained with tears. your eyes were completely bloodshot— you looked like hell.

he couldn’t say no to you— he really didn’t want to leave at all in the first place.

“okay,” he said quietly, slipping back under the covers. “can i at least take my shirt off? that’s how i sleep but i do not wish to make you uncomfortable.”

you nodded, then watching him take his shirt off. you were too exhausted to admire him right now but you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

within second kaeya next to you again, laying on his side facing you. you immediately nuzzled your head against his bare chest. kaeya chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing you closer to him.

“i love you,’ you mumbled into his chest.

kaeya smiled and brought a hand up to your head, running his fingers through your hair. “i love you more, now get some rest sweetheart.”

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[aifastic]

Party Havoc

Hello, everyone! I’m here today with my piece for the At Ease, Soldier zine—which I hope you all got to read because everyone did an excellent work!! :D I apologize for the lateness, I haven’t been able to comfortably use my computer for months klfdslkf

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! ♥

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"So, is everyone here? No more, no less?" Demo asked, counting heads for the nth time.

"We're all here, pardner," Engineer reassured him, stopping him before anyone could protest—or set something on fire.

"And Soldier's busy outside! I took care of that," Scout said with a smirk. I don't want to know , Engineer thought, for his own sake.

"Perfect!" Demoman clapped his hands, grinning. "Let's get into business, lads: it's Soldier's birthday next week."

"Next week?" Scout counted with his fingers. "Isn't that near to the Fourth of July?"

"Exactly! Janey and I always celebrate his birthday on the fourth. Tradition, y'know."

Everyone nodded; after all, everything Soldier-related is even more of a mystery than Spy. No more than Pyro, though.

"So, what do we have to do?" asked Heavy, frowning.

"Aye! I have a list." Demoman retrieved a torn piece of one of Engineer's blue schematics paper, all scribbled in white chalk.

"Hey!" Engineer protested.

"It was the longest sheet of paper I could find." Demoman shrugged. "So: We have to choose from this list! Who wants to do what?"

Everyone leaned in to check the list.

"I'll get the food," Sniper said.

"If you think you will make us eat roasted lizard or whatever—ugh—roadkill you find—"

"Christ, I was just gonna drive to Teufort to get meat from the butcher!" Sniper cut Spy off, offended.

"Whatever," Scout said. "I'm gonna be in charge of the decorations!"

"Hmmmphmmph!" Pyro elbowed him.

"What? No way! I'm an artist—" Pyro stared at him. "On second thought, we both could do it."

"Hmmmph!" Pyro celebrated, hands up.

"Heavy will take care of gift. I have many Mann Co. coupons to use."

"Alright, that leaves us with… Hm… Engineer will be cooking," Medic declared, and everyone nodded in unison. "And um… I can get the drinks!"

"Uh, I was going to do that," Demoman said nervously.

"Nuh-huh!" Medic tut-tutted. "You," he pointed at him, then to the hastily scribbled last item on the list, "are going to do this."

"Nah," Demo said. Everyone stared at him. "Come on! The man hates me. I hate him. Can't we just not—"

"To be honest? I agree." Scout looked at him. "Why did you add it to the list?"

"I guess…" Demo sighed. "He seems important to Soldier. Somehow.” He threw his arms up in exasperation. “Oh, alright." He gave in. "I’ll do it.”

"Well, I guess that's it. Uh." Engineer hesitated, but they really needed to know sooner or later. "Where's Soldier, anyway?"

"Uh," Scout looked to the ceiling in avoidance. "Did you know that raccoons like sour cream? Like, a lot?"

"What the hell," Sniper said.

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Scout cleaned up the last remains of the mess that Soldier left when he was bathed in sour cream and the raccoons chased him all around the base. "I shouldn't have to do this," he complained. "They asked me to distract him!"

"Mmph mmphmmmphmmph."

"Well, yeah, not exactly but… Done!" He cleaned his hands on his clothes. "Man, we can finally start with the decorations. We should do a big poster! With 'Happy Birthday' on it." He looked at Pyro, a bit subdued. "Uh, by any chance, do you know how to spell it?"

Pyro shook his head.

"Damn it!"

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"What do you mean, 'there's no meat'?"

"Sorry!" squeaked the Teufort butcher. "There was a flu that killed all our provider's animals; we can't sell the meat in those conditions!"

"Bloody hell." Sniper put his hat back on and exited the shop. "What am I gonna tell everyone—? Hey!" A little kid eating a sandwich had just bumped into him. "Watch it!" The kid blew a raspberry at him.

Wait a minute. What if…?

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"What d'ya mean there's no meat?" Engineer asked Sniper, scratching his head. "What are we gonna do?"

"Well, I went to several places and bought these." He pointed at the back of his camper, filled with boxes of bread, tomatoes, cheese and lettuce, among other ingredients. "Think the big guy can make do with all these?"

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To the relief of Engineer and Sniper, Heavy nodded. "Some ingredients missing, but Heavy can do this."

"Thank you, big fella," Engineer said. "We all know who's the best here at sandwich making."

"Thank you." Heavy said. Then he asked, somewhat sheepishly: "Can you help me with gift? I think I made mistake. Ordered too many?"

"Too many?"

"I thought you added coupons together for big discount. It seems it is one coupon, one item."

"Oh. Oh." Engineer said.

"Too many of what?" Sniper asked again.

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Spy was busy figuring out a way to distract Soldier, as per his task. Soldier was already antsy with all the unexplained movement. "He's paranoid," Spy reasoned. "I could give him another reason to be." He grinned, donning his BLU Spy disguise.

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"Ach, I forgot I have been banned out of town!!" Medic yelled, driving Engineer's truck out of Teufort like a maniac, bottles of beer clinking against one another on the back as a mob chased him away.

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"For the last time, you bloody bastard!" Demoman yelled. "You are important to Soldier, so you will come!"

"MERASMUS SHALL NOT!" The wizard levitated, making things fly all around them. "SOLDIER IS NOTHING BUT A NUISANCE TO ME! HE SHALL NOT HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! EVER!" He abruptly stopped, catching himself. "Look what you made Merasmus do! My room is ruined. NOW BEGONE!"

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Demoman appeared at the base, falling over the cake Engineer was decorating.

"Bloody hell!" Demo cursed, smashing one fist on the icing-covered floor.

"I hope you have good news because I swear to God, I'm counting down to ten right now," Engineer said.

"I…" Demoman started cautiously.

"It was the third cake."

"... What happened to the others?"

Engineer deflated. "Pyro burned the first one while chasing Scout due to 'artistic differences,' and the second one was 'borrowed' by Medic in order to use it for self-defense against a Teufort man who was chasing him with a fork."

"Woah, that's… Do I want to know?"

Engineer sighed. "Hell no."

"Alright, so Merasmus isn't coming."

"Well, I guess it's better for us, anyway," Engineer said honestly. "It means less trouble."

"I guess so."

They sat on the kitchen floor, taking a breather.

"At least we still have five days left."

Engineer looked oddly at him. "Demo, it's July 4."

"Wait, what? How?!" He thought back of Merasmus. "That bloody wizard made me time travel, bloody hell!"

"Well, the thing is, you're gonna have to help me make another cake in record time."

Demo wiped a hand down his face.

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"What does it say there?"

"Don't mess with me! It clearly says 'Happy Birthday'!"

"I wish," Sniper said, squinting at the letters. "This is a 'b' instead of a 'd,' the 'p's look like 'f's…"

"Oh, shut up," Scout muttered, turning beet red. "I bet he doesn't even notice."

"Hmmph hmmph," Pyro told him in consolation.

"Sandviches ready," Heavy announced.

"Awesome. How's the cake going?"

"We're running out of icing!"

"Try to economize it—apply it only on key areas, not on the whole surface."

"Thanks a lot, Doc. What'd ya think we've been doing?!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't crushed the fourth cake—"

"It was an accident, I swear!"

"Guns are arriving."

"Guns?!"

Engineer sighed. "Heavy wanted to gift Soldier something practical. He bought one too many killstreak guns."

"Black Box. Practical. Effective."

"Loaded. Those weapons come loaded."

"Bah. We have ammunition all around the base. Nothing's gonna happen," Scout reasoned

"I hope so," Demo said. He went back to applying icing to the cake but he abruptly stopped. "Wait, where’s Spy?"

"Distracting—"

The wall of the main hall suddenly exploded, debris flying everywhere. When the smoke cleared they all saw a bunch of Black Boxes scattered on the floor, next to Soldier who was choking… was that BLU Spy?

"I finally got you, maggot! Your days of playing hide-and-seek are over!" Spy's disguise disappeared and revealed his true features. "Wait, what?" 

A chunk of the ceiling fell onto the (fifth) cake.

"Surprise!" Scout yelled, waving at the poster that proudly announced… 'naffy dirdbay.'

"Yaayy," said everyone with different degrees of enthusiasm. Engineer was too broken to say anything, staring in despair at the place where the cake used to be.

Soldier threw Spy to the side. "You remembered my birthday!"

"How could we forget, Janey," Demo said, putting him in a headlock.

Spy coughed loudly a few meters away from the floor.

"You put a lot of effort in this and I couldn't be prouder of you! Every single one of you is an honor to America!"

"We're glad you liked it, mate."

"Hmmph hmmmph!"

"Uh, we had cake but—"

"Please don't say anything else about it," Engineer muttered.

They were all going to grab their sandwiches when a puff of green smoke filled the room.

"Oh god, now what?"

"MORTALS!"

"Merasmus!" Soldier grinned. "You came to celebrate!"

"Not at all! I came to RIGHT YOUR WRONGS!" Merasmus's voice echoed in everyone's ears. He took from between his robes a birth certificate. "This impostor's birthday is in MAY!"

"What?!"

"I WILL MAKE YOU SWALLOW YOUR WORDS, MERASMUS!"

"MAKE ME IF YOU CAN, SOLDIER! MAY DESPAIR RAIN UPON ALL OF YOU!"

"... Alright, fellas, what about we kick this son of a gun's behind?"

"Hell yeah." Everyone nodded and ran to get their supplies.

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"BEST! BIRTHDAY! EVER!" yelled Soldier as he spun around in a hurricane that Merasmus commanded, shooting rockets at him with one of his many new killstreak Black Boxes.

"Happy birthday, Soldier," everyone yelled back, grinning despite themselves.

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[velvetyshu]

Omg shu it's been a while-

And i have to agree that your simp list is just a bunch of traumatized teenagers 💀

Also i do agree that anya's adorable

Ah yes, it’s been a while indeed! How have you been lately? I’m sorry I’m responding this late, I’ve been distracted and unmotivated due to my mental health. It’s not a nice excuse but- whatever ;;

My list is yes, a bunch of traumatized teenagers but I got too attached to them that I can’t hate them for making me miserable ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Speaking of Anya, it’s her birthday today! And her boyfriend’s, they share the same birthday together and that’s freaking awesome. I suppose she grew on me whenever I see her in thriller movies or series where she has short hair with a cold expression. Women.. <3

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[just-another-fanfiction-writer]

Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*

“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

“Uh, actually I just don’t know how to change the lockscreen. Steve send me a picture I’d like to have as my lock screen.”

“Okay, which picture?”

Bucky taps on the phone, opening a picture in black and white of a street with old house fronts. “This one.”

You smile down at the picture, knowing that these are not just random house fronts. These are from Brooklyn and probably it’s where Bucky lived when he was young.

“Your old home, I guess?” “Yeah, it’s the only picture of my home back then. Steve found it between his old stuff.” “That’s really sweet of him to send it to you. Okay, so you press this icon here with the three little dots, you see?” “Mhm”, he hums, moving a bit closer to you, to see what you’re doing.

The warmth radiating from him and the smell that reminds you of a dark forrest going up your nose, makes you blush slightly and your heart pump a bit faster than usually.

You cursed inside for your damn heart. It’s been a while now that you’ve been harbouring that crush for Bucky. Like a pretty long while. Proabably since you got to know him. 

Besides that he’s pure eye candy, he’s a good soul and always makes you laugh. He’s not very open, but sometimes some shines through, talking to you late at night. He actually always worries about everyone, trying not to hurt anyone in any way and puts everyone else first, forgetting sometimes to take care of his own heart. That’s where you come in, at least you hope so. You try to be there for him as good as possible and it seems like Bucky appreciates it.

You clear your throat, hoping it would clear your mind as well, continuing with the instructions. 

“Then you scroll down to ‘Set as’ and press lockscreen. Then you adjust what of the picture you want for the lockscreen and press Done, got it?” “I guess so.” “Okay, so which of the houses is your home specifically?” “The second one from the right.” “Okay so I’ll adjust it, so it’s the middle one, okay?” “Yes, please.”

Bucky looks up at you or at least you think so. While adjusting, you look up to him, as he keeps on staring, when you see he wasn’t looking directly at you. “Hey, where are you looking at? You should watch how to adjust this, so you don’t have to ask again.” “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I was just...captivated by the pictures on your wall. I really like them.” “Oh, the polaroids? Thanks. These are my favorite ones. Anyways, watch now.”

You show him how to adjust the picture and press done. “Here. I hope you like it.” “I do, thank you for your help, doll.”

Bucky’s eyes wander back to the wall, where your favorite polaroids are hung up on a cord with additional fairy lights, you always turn on when it slowly gets darker outside and you’re cuddled up in your blankets and cushions with a good book or your laptop.

“I just noticed you are on none of these pictures.” “Yeah, because everytime I tried to do a selfie with others, the picture didn’t look good at all. Either someone’s face was cut off or the lighting was really bad. But I don’t mind it.”

“But I do. Here, I have an idea.” Bucky grabs the polaroid camera from your nightstand and holds it in front of his face with the lense in your direction.

“Oh no. I look awful”, you laugh, covering your face with both of your hands.

“Oh, come on, doll. You look beautiful.” “Stop lying”, you respond, blushing behind your hands, you’re not taking away, knowing he still holds the camera up.

“I’m not. I think you’re always beautiful. And also you always take pictures of us and I’m not allowed to take at least one of you?”

You sigh and move your hands down and lay them in your lap, nervously playing around on your fingers. “Okay, but just one.”

The sun which is already setting, shines into your room, dimming everything in a warm gold, letting your eyes sparkle. You push your hair over your shoulder and softly smile into the camera, the blush still visible on your checks, as Bucky takes his time to take the picture.

You silently sit there, listening to “I won’t give up” which just started playing, while Bucky looks over the camera at you and back through the camera.

“Why are you taking so long?”, you ask, still smiling though. Bucky slowly lets the camera down, looking down to his lap, clearing his throat and for a moment you think his cheeks are pink as well, but think you just imagine it, because of the sun dimming the room.

“It’s just...”, Bucky sighs, seeming to fight with himself to say what’s on his mind. But suddenly he looks up at you with his baby blues.

“I have never seen something more beautiful than you.”

Your eyes widen a bit at his words, your blush now even more prominent than before.

“Bucky...”

“I-I really really like you for a long time already. No, not just like...I...I fell for you, Y/N.”

His blue eyes look right at you, his face so serious and his voice filled with so much honesty, you know he isn’t kidding you.

You take a deep breath, your heart hammering against your chest, about to burst out of you.

“I...”, you say barely above a whisper, your voice giving up, before you can tell him you’re feeling the same.

So you decide to show him your feelings in a different way. You get up, kneeling down on the bed right next to Bucky, taking his face in your hand, feeling his gruff beard on his cheeks for the first time.

You slowly move forward, clsoing your eyes until your lips finally meet his. 

Slow and steady, your lips move against each other, yet with each other. The kiss is tender, the desperation showing more the longer you two kiss each other. The need for each other clear in every move the other makes. Bucky’s arms guided you over on his lap, your legs and wrapped around his waist, his arms tightly around your figure and your fingers lost in Bucky’s dark brown hair, which is suprisingly soft.

As the song slowed down and reached it’s end, you two reached it too.

“I fell for you, too”, you smile at him. “I guessed so after...this.” You giggle, wanting to get off his lap, when Bucky suddenly doesn’t let you go.

“Where are you going?”, he smiles at you with this certain look.

“Didn’t you want that picture of me?”

“Mh, we can do that later. For now, I got a better idea.”

“Oh you do? What would that be?”, you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Let me show you”, Bucky confidently answers, attacking you again with his lips.

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