#I uh…didn’t mean for this to be super in depth

[fan-burns]

[hazelfoureyes]

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Female Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Male Reader - Someone nice, somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

.<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Female!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when you said you’d never actually orgasmed before, everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Nerves can make holes dry like nothin’ else. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally came into contact between your legs. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and a down your pussy.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with sleeping with women, it was just usually for money or a shoot. Not his preferred flavor, but he could still get it up. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed passed your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight entrance of your cunt and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your self grip his finger, nervousness slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your clit. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your lap warm with the rush of blood.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “Not everyone needs it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“Three fingers means I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube. His long digits were fast and practiced as he rubbed your clit. “Sex math. Dont need your virgin pussy locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his fingers made your body spasm, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering walls made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Yeah, it’s starting to feel good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive bud of nerves.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“Like that? Watch this,” He cupped his mouth over your clit and began strumming it with his tongue. Fat and flat, then thin and sharp. His fingers slowed, now just bending to hit your soft g-spot again and again. 

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Feelin’ good?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I want to feel more, Angel.” It came out as more of a whine than you meant.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your entrance, fingers dipping in then out.

“You comfortable with getting on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto pussy, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, the tight coil of pleasure his mouth summoned now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your folds, swiping past your entrance. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into your walls. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, a rush of pleasure electrifying your clit.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Right there,” you whimpered, “please don’t stop, right there Angel.” You dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel a pressure building in your lower stomach. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to press at your clit, finger frantically moving. You felt something building, you were desperate to reach its climax.

Angel’s hand came down and pushed yours aside, his fingers strong and not shaking with your impending orgasm. 

“Almost- Angel pleeeease! Don’t stop- keep—” You squeezed his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowing only slightly.

"You can do it, baby. Come on. Almost there~" His words fell apart in his mouth, his own moans getting louder, your cunt tightening in spasms as your first orgasm tore through you. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation, barely ever chosen as the one doing the fucking, let alone fucking a woman. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, orgasm still rolling from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, “More than anything.” He side eyed you, “Well, not anything.”

“Right answer, toots,”  One of his hands came down and settled on your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

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au : sent to me by a lovely request ,, basically ellie is oblivious to ur crush on her so she flirts w other ppl cuz she doesn’t think u like her n then … u get the gist but read n find out hehe …

cw : fem reader x ellie williams , ellie is a smoker , fingering , reader is described as having long hair , international lowercase ! there is smut in this one !! smut w a plot ! also pet names ! not proofread sorry forgive me .

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౨ৎ you worked at a small local coffee shop, with around three other workers who you periodically saw throughout the week. you didn’t care much for working, but you did like the pay. you were also grateful that since it was a small local shop, you didn’t have a uniform.

౨ৎ you never took much mind about your coworkers, they were a distraction, and besides, you were too busy with your mind on school and other silly things. that was, until you saw her.

౨ৎ she had short auburn hair, that she ruffled out of the way of her face as she used her slender fingers to tie half of it up into a ponytail. she had a slender but muscular figure, and lots and lots of tattoos. did i mention the most dreamy emerald eyes ever? you were totally, unbelievably in love with this woman.

౨ৎ when she came over to you and told you she’d be working in the coffee shop, you almost passed out. you were so happy that you could barely mutter an “okay” before you turned around and busied yourself with making a coffee for some woman at the front.

౨ৎ during your break, you went into the bathroom to look in the mirror and fix your hair. you started at your cute striped blue and white sweater and denim shorts, both of which you had thrifted and were actually quite proud of. the coffee shop got super cold really easily, so you were still a bit chilly as you turned the shiny tap on the sink to wash your hands.

౨ৎ you looked down at your shoes and socks. some old white shoes with white frilly socks. you looked back up at the mirror before applying some chapstick, and then someone walked in. it was her! the girl from before.

౨ৎ “hey, sorry. don’t mean to interrupt.” she says as she washes her hands in the sink. “uh. no problem.” you say, as you grab your bag and walk out of the restroom.

౨ৎ a few weeks had passed since that moment. you always watched ellie from afar, but whenever she came close it was like you were a babbling incoherent ball of nerves. it was so horrible, because you had never felt this way with a crush you had ever had before her.

౨ৎ you tried your best to stay calm, but unfortunately for you, you couldn’t talk to the girl without blushing profusely at her stupid three word sentences. you knew it was dumb, really, how childish you were acting. “god, why am i being so crazy? just talk to her!” you told yourself mentally.

౨ৎ you looked around for ellie, who you unfortunately spotted right next to a who you recognized. she was an extremely attractive girl named dina who you had worked with for a few months before ellie showed up. ellie was clearly having a very in depth conversation with her , as she was chatting animatedly to dina. you saw them and it made your heart ache, as you wished you could talk that easily to ellie.

౨ৎ ellie leaned in towards dina to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, and you felt your heart sink even more. “seriously, her?” you thought to yourself. sure, dina was pretty, but she could also be bitchy at point. you should know , you worked with her for almost a year. you tried to brush it off, but no matter how much you wanted, whenever ellie and dina talked it made you angry beyond belief. it was like nails on a chalkboard every time you overheard them talking.

౨ৎ you decide that it’s time to start getting close to ellie. you don’t want her to go off to some other girl without you ever even getting to meet her or see what goes on in that inevitably beautiful little mind of hers.

౨ৎ one night, after you and ellie are giving the task of closing up, you decide to make your move. you approach ellie as you and her walk out, and mutter a small “so, we haven’t really talked much even though we’ve been working together pretty long… seems about time we get to know each other, right?” you were so surprised how easily the words came off your tongue after about a month of just stuttering at her. you hear the words roll off your tongue like a stranger.

౨ৎ “hey, yeah. i’d love that.” ellie says as she pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. she lights the cigarette and puts it up to her mouth, taking a long inhale and exhaling the smoke, which floats away all pretty and swirly in the breeze. “sorry, did you want some?” ellie says , looking at you with that piercing gaze.

౨ৎ “oh, um, sure.” you weren’t a smoker by any means, but you weren’t exactly thinking in the situation. you inhaled the cigarette before exhaling and then coughing a bit. “god, that is nasty. how do you smoke that crap?” you say aloud before realizing . “haha, you know, i’m not sure. i just kinda… like it i guess.” she says as she exhales more gray whirls of smoke.

౨ৎ you couldn’t believe it. here you were, having an actual fucking conversation with this girl ellie .ellie williams. ellie sofuckinghot williams. you looked up at her . “so…i know we don’t know each other that well, but would you like to maybe go out sometime?” you say, smiling. again was that sensation that it wasn’t you talking. who was this new personality that inhabited your soul?

౨ৎ “oh, yeah! sure.” ellie says. she starts to walk to her car. “as friends, right? see you!” she says before hopping into her car, slamming the door and driving off. you stand there, mouth agape. what the fuck? that could not have been clearer that was a date. you stand there in disbelief before walking to your car and getting in. you mentally hit yourself in the head over and over. “cmon , seriously ellie? is she slow or something?” you think to yourself maybe she already has a girlfriend, but something told you she did not.

౨ৎ meanwhile, ellie mulls over the conversation in her bedroom, while polishing her guitar. “she didn’t mean like, a date right? no way. she couldn’t have…” she thinks to herself. “it’s better this way, that way i don’t actually think she likes me and make a fool out of myself. seriously…there’s no way that was a date right? i mean…just as friends…” she talks aloud to herself as her voice trails off. she sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose. “fuck…” she says aloud.

౨ৎ that night, for both of you, is filled with sighs from ellie and sobs from you into your pillow. goddamnit, if only the two of you could see!

౨ৎ the next day at work was a friday, and you decided to come in late. when you walk in, you see ellie. “fuck me.” you think to yourself. “of course she’s fucking here.” you work around her all day, not wanting to say another word to her.

౨ৎ ellie is completely oblivious to your upset feelings, and still thinks that there was no way a girl like you could want to ask a girl like her out on a date. there was just no way. she told herself that over and over throughout the entire day.

౨ৎ friday evening, you approach ellie, ready to give her a piece of your mind. “ellie, be truthful with me here. i don’t want to go out as just friends, so if that’s what you want, tell me. because i’m not looking at you as just a friend material.” ellie is shocked, in disbelief. “fuck, it was a date ?” she thinks to herself. “i- i just- it’s complicated a bit-” she stutters to you. “fine, ellie. i don’t have it in me to be rejected by you tonight. see you monday, i guess .” you start to walk away before you hear her voice call “wait!” you turn around as she says “come back, please..” you oblige, wanting to see what this will turn into.

౨ৎ she looks down at her beaten up converse. “how was i supposed to know that you like me…?” she says, still not able to meet your eyes. she wanted to blame you for this, because if she admitted to not knowing, it made her look like an idiot. “excuse me?” you say. “it was completely and blatantly obvious i had a crush on you. are you kidding me?” you say back. “okay, okay, listen. im sorry. just…can you please forgive me? i do like you. i want to get to know you better.” you blush as you look down at your hands . “yeah…i can.” you say. “let me take you home, please?” ellie says as she gestures to her car. this isn’t exactly how you’d imagined or even planned getting with ellie, but you wanted to see where this would go.

౨ৎ she holds the door open to the passenger seat for you and then gets in to drive you home. except, she definitely does not have any plan to take you back to your house. instead, she takes you back to her apartment. “do you maybe wanna… come in and hang out?” she rubs the back of her neck nervously. “yes…i do.” you say.

౨ৎ once you two are in her apartment, you look around at how she decorated the place. it’s very cozy, with posters and pictures all over the walls. it’s a new place, which looks very modern and nice. you feel safe there.

౨ৎ ellie puts a hand on the back of your neck before placing another one on the small of your back. “cmere, lemme kiss you?” before you could even respond, you find yourself in a passionate kiss as you grab the back of ellie’s neck, pulling her closer towards you. “needy already? alright, i can work with that.” she says, smiling at you.

౨ৎ soon you find yourself and ellie on the couch, with her on top of you, hands by each side of your head. ellie starts to slowly unbutton your shorts as you cup the side of her face, still leaning in towards the kiss. ellie slowly pulls the zipper from your shorts down. she looks at your underwear, white with hearts. if you had known that you would be doing this tonight, you would’ve worn something better. “cute…” she smiles to herself as she mutters under her breath. she slides your shorts down, still pursuing your lips in the steamy kiss.

౨ৎ her hands stroke down your abdomen as they end up at the waist of your underwear. “can i?” ellie asks, looking at you. “yes, please, do.” you say as you exhale heavily. ellie pulls your underwear and shorts down, tossing them to the side to worry about later. she looks down at you. “you’re really pretty, bun. you know that?” she says as she pulls you up a bit, changing positions so you are laying with your back to her chest as she places one firm hand on your waist.

౨ৎ her hand trails down, finding it’s way in between your legs. you feel her finger slide along your slick, before finding its way to the small bundle of nerves. she would never neglect your pearl. she traces small circles along the sensitive bud as she whispers into your ear . “shh, i got you. just relax.” she moves her finger slowly, and gently, which drives you insane. you let out small whimpers as she continues.

౨ৎ you softly grab her forearm as she moves her fingers further down. she quickly moves a finger inside you, feeling your gummy walls tighten beneath her. “ellieeee…” you moan out. “it’s okay, just tell me if it’s too much and i’ll stop.” she whispers into your ear. She moves her finger, hitting that spot in the back of you that made you moan out. without any warning she slides another finger inside you. she softly moves her fingers in and out, giving you just enough pressure and friction to feel amazing.

౨ৎ you whine softly as she continues to pound into you, going faster and rougher. she wanted to hear you beg and scream for it, but she didn’t know how much you could take . “cmon bun, lemme hear you.” she says as she moves her fingers outside of you again to tease your puffy clit. “ellie…please don’t stop.” you whimper, unable to say more. “that the best you got?” she says as she keeps trailing circles around your small bud. “thought i told you i wanted to hear you beg for it” you mutter something along the lines of begging, and that seemed to be good enough for ellie.

౨ৎ she moves her two fingers back inside you. she moves them into you for a few minutes while softly muttering praises into your ear . “you can cum whenever you want, pup .” she says, reaching up under your shirt to palm at your tit. you didn’t need her to say that twice, as it took only a few more seconds for you to finish all over her fingers.

౨ৎ she moves her fingers slowly as you cover her hand in milky white, she doesn’t waste a second bringing her fingers up to her mouth so she can taste you. she whispers in your ear. “you were so good for me…” she grabs your own panties from the couch and slides them back on you, muttering apologies as you winced from still being sensitive. “do you want to spend the night here?” she whispers softly to you. “yes…” you trail off.

౨ৎ she helps you get into bed, bringing you some water and then giving you one of her band tees to sleep in. You feel her come up behind you in her bed, wrapping her arms around your waist. she kisses the back of your neck before saying, “i hope we can do this again.” you mutter something like a goodnight to her, and then you’re out. It had been such a long day that you didn’t have any energy left in you.

౨ৎ the next day you wake up to ellie still sleeping next to you. “so, what are we gonna do today?” you ask her. “she gets up and smiles at you. “whatever you want, pretty girl.”

♡ OKAYYY that’s it for this fic i’m sorry it was better in my head n tbh like … this fic is lowkey really fucking bad um ,, i feel like i didn’t do as good of a job writing the smut as i wanted hopefully u guys like it ahahahahshsh ,,, i have some more ideas i think u guys will like better but i’m rushed to put out smut on this account to keep it growing ,, okay that’s it i love you all ! ♡

[sashaisready]

This Must Be The Place: Chapter 2 -Feet on the ground

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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No specific warnings in this one (apart from Biker!Bucky of course). Some brief references to grief. Sorry it's on the shorter side, just need to set up our story. Thanks to all who have reblogged/commented, it means a lot!

You sipped your drink as you told Bucky all about granny and moving into her house. He nodded solemnly as he leaned on the bar and listened intently, the depth of his attention surprising you. You didn’t expect him to be so easy to talk to. Behind you, Wanda and Vis were very obviously pretending to be chatting, while clearly eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Oh yeah, she was a nice lady. I’m sorry for your loss,” Bucky told you with sincerity after you’d finish the whole tale. “She was a tough old gal”.

“Uh, thanks,” you replied quietly, not realising until now what an emotional gut punch it still was to talk about her. “And yeah…she was”.

You cleared your throat and changed the subject. You cocked an eyebrow and looked at him curiously.

“So…what’s your deal?”

He grinned, “What’d you mean?”

“You know,” you pointed to his kutte, “all this. You’re one of the top guys, I guess? I’m sorry, I don’t really know the lingo…”

“I’m the President” he smirked and pointed to one of his patches, clearly a little amused by your ignorance.

You peered over at the fabric square. “Mm. So, what, you drive around town on your bikes causing mayhem and throwing darts at women’s butts?”

“Something like that, yeah,” he laughed. “But mostly we’re here, or at the auto shop across town”.

“Busy, busy” you teased. “I’m sure its all legitimate and above board…”

He winked. God, what a dangerous wink. You instinctively knew that wink had ruined lives.

You both exchanged a small smile.

“You’re not afraid of me, huh?” Bucky teased.

“Should I be?” you boldly shot back.

He grinned. “No. But a lot of people are”.

“Well…your aesthetics aren’t super warm and fuzzy”.

“No…guess not”.

You continued to sip your drink as you tried to fight off the nagging voice telling you to back off. God only knows what he gets up to when he’s not at the bar or fixing cars or at whatever other business fronts they had. You didn’t need another dangerous, no-good man in your life…You were only supposed to sort the house out, live quietly for a little while and then leave. Not get embroiled with the locals, and certainly not with the President of a probably criminal motorcycle club…

…and yet…

“So…you working while you’re staying here?” he asked curiously.

“Mm. Maybe. I have some savings. And thankfully the mortgage at my grandmother’s place is paid off, so at least that’s one less thing. But I might get something part time to keep the lights on”.

Bucky smirked and held his arm up to the bar behind you. “Work here”.

You laughed. “What? Yeah, good one…”

“I’m serious. You need extra cash. We apparently need some help here after you tore my poor bartender apart. So why not? Sounds like you have some experience…”

“I do yeah…but…”

“But what?” he asked, a hint of interrogation in his voice.

“Well, I was thinking more like a coffee shop or delivering pamphlets or something. Not working nights with drunks…”

“Oh, but we’re friendly drunks. Plus, the regulars tip well,” he pushed. “You can spend the days working on the house and then do a few evenings here until you move on. It’s perfect”.

You frowned. It was pretty perfect, actually. You thought about protesting, but as you looked back at Bucky’s expression you immediately understood that this was someone who was very used to getting his own way.

“You’re not gonna drop this, are you?” you asked.

“Nope” he responded, popping the ‘p’ and shaking his head.

You sighed, chewing your lip with hesitation.

“Will your club mind? I mean…they don’t know me. All they know is I yelled at one of them”.

“Eh. Everyone yells at Parker”, he shrugged. “You’ll fit right in”.

You frowned, then looked back at him suspiciously.

“But…Why are you doing this? You barely know me. I might be a serial killer for all you know…”

He chuckled. “Well, I’ve met a lot of bad guys in my time, Sugar, and trust me, you get pretty good at figuring people out. Plus, I get it, grief is tough, and your grandmother lived here all her life and was a big part of the community. And you’re her family. We do look out for one another here; this is our home after all”.

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. Your sceptical side half believed he just wanted to get in your pants, but he sounded sincere regardless.

You looked over at his group who were laughing and drinking jovially, then across the room at the wide range of clientele. You’d certainly had worked at worse places.

Sighing, you turned back to Bucky. “Well…fine. Let’s do it. But I’m not wearing booty shorts or anything ridiculous for a uniform”.

This coaxed a belly laugh from him. “No…only the male bartenders wear those,” he quipped. “Jeans and tees are fine. Maybe a flannel if you really wanna mix it up”.

You nodded. “Okay, I can do that”.

He smiled back at you sweetly, but a hint of something edgier lay beneath. The way he eyed you made you feel…exposed. Like you were a doe caught in the crosshairs. It wasn’t unpleasant, no, in fact it made your lower belly surge, sending a wave of butterflies through you.

“Welcome aboard, Sugar” he grinned.

You smiled back, once again knowing full well you were treading into dangerous territory...but unable to stop yourself.

[storiesofsvu]

CM 17.3

Alright!! 17e3 here we go!!

(I meant to rewatch the first 2 eps before this but didn’t get around to it, so a more in-depth review/more film student analysis is still to come.)

Enjoy this chaos with no context for now! (a lot of it likely isn’t gonna be fully fleshed out cause I have a full thought/reply and try my hardest to type it all out super fast before the show moves on but I have to stop to pay attention OR something else comes up and im just SCRAMBLING)

Absolutely hate there’s no subtitles right away for this but I mean.. I could wait a couple of days til its on Disney I just have no patience.

GOD why is it so fucking dark.

Thank you Emily for not letting luke spill the beans, like, kinda like Rebecca as a person, but can’t trust her as long as her job goes

Okay, em is in the right here, both in the sense of keeping it quiet originally but also making luke keep hush. Cause im sorry but she’s right. It would’ve 1000% drove the team to the brink and split them apart AND made them spiral so deep about what was on the site/other people seeing them/trying to cleanse the web of them (which obvi is impossible). Esp jj of all people? Like I’m not really sure *what* is on there, but jj is the one with KIDS, a full family, she’s still in contact with her parents (at least the mom?) she’s probably likely known in the circle of the boys friends parents? Like that’s SO much damage control to stress over??

Im so fucking excited for prentiss’ wacko neighbour to come back loool

LOOOOLL em’s “oh.. oh no…” reaction. I love this.

Did pen just say “tik tack” instead of tik tok? or was I not listening properly lol

“what are you gonna do?” “put out fires” that is LITERALLY a boss’ job. This being said as a boss.

“I don’t want to say no to your face…” SAME girl… same

GOD Emily is so fucking beautiful

This back and fourth with Garcia and her opinions on tyler is SO annoying. At first she hates him and doesn’t want to even look at him, then they’re flirting, then they’re fucking. Then she’s all twitterpated and wrapped around his finger. Then she AGAIN wants nothing to do with him?? Even though in the last ep she was all high school girlie about working with an “ex”?? I GET that the writers/showrunners are piling the comic relief onto her/the situation but come ON.

“I didn’t call you” “your landlord did” BRUH. COME ON. I don’t care how crazy things are, you ALWAYS double check that! I once saw a dude backing into my driveway with a ladder and immediately went outside to be all “uh..hello?” he immediately pulled out his phone, named my landlord, pointed out what he was there for (damage to the siding of the house, I hadn’t noticed cause I hadn’t left the house and live in the basement) AND offered to call my landlord. ALWAYS BE SUSPICIOUS.

WHY THE FUCK ARE JJ AND LUKE PAIRED UP!!!!????? Jj’s a profiler, she’s obvi gonna be able to get it outta luke, or press him for details, or whatever. If he’s supposed to keep shit quiet why tf are they off together. (or were they specifically asked to be together by voit? Cause that’s just him playing into his bullshit again)

“Emily practising deception isn’t a lie. It’s good leadership” THANK YOU.

Also...to feed all the jemily shippers out there… if this was a fic written by me.. it would be bundled into the AI shit, but there would be pics of Emily and jj hooking up that were very easily proven to be legit and the entire situation would out them and that’s what the actual issue was/is with the site…

I understand jj is outside with Sydney and luke’s job is to keep the girls distracted inside but of COURSE its himbo’s first reaction to pull out the soccer ball INSIDE.

Okay is that just some weird direction/camera angles or are we eluding to the older sister being a cutter?

Emily’s reactions to brian were perfection.

JFC NO! who’s out there stalking them? Uggghh (though I will say that the moment something clinked in the parking garage I said to myself “pls don’t let her get kidnapped in ep 3…”

I KNEW IT WAS CARBON MONOXIDE!! So smrt

Why does it feel like tyler knows more about gold star than the bau does?

Oooo but he cloned the phone! Good boy!!

Penelope: in charge of tracking down tyler

Tyler: texts Penelope “I need to see you”

Penelope: “NO!” doesn’t reply….

Ah yes.. I was right about the cutting… oof. Uugggh talk about heartbreaking..

LOOOOL tara teasing rossi! “I think I pulled… everything…” HHAH

Im not gonna lie, I absolutely HATE that they went down this AI *porn* route, as if these fucking poor characters haven’t been through enough, and like, again as I said, JJ… she’s got the most damage control to do no matter what, and poor girl hasn’t dealt with more than half her trauma so far…

“but I didn’t exactly get it legally, so you know what rebecca’s gonna say” THANK YOU. But also, like fuck that. cause this show has ALWAYS been above the law in that sense. I can’t remember if I said it in last week’s summary or if it was another random post, but CM vs like, SVU is WILD because we NEVER see things past the cuffs being put on/the unsub getting killed/killing themselves. We never go to court, we never see the legal side of it BECAUSE 99% of them would be not guilty due to mental…defect? LOL I know that’s not the right word/phrase but you know what I mean. CM is about the mind of the criminal and chasing them down and finding out the trigger and stressor and figuring out the pattern, not seeing things through to court and prison.

and while I love the addition of her character (Rebecca), it’s making other characters act in ways they never have before/never would simply because now the show is implicating the legal side of things. again, love having Rebecca and that boundary in line for the team but it is messing with the normal dynamics we are used to. Like..as IF Penelope would have any issue using an illegally cloned phone in the past. She was all “don’t ask questions” “well yes I *could* get access to that record, but it is technically sealed” and hotch would be all “I didn’t hear anything…”

LOL Emily with a full bottle of wine at her desk. Love her. god she’s SO annoyed with brian and I love it.

SEE this is why luke never should have said anything. Cause it doesn’t matter how hard you try not to look, you’re never going to be able to resist being able to look it up, no matter how bad it is, how fake and evil and ugly it is, you’re still gonna want to know and jj didn’t need to see that/know about it. How is she supposed to go home and act ok now??

“okay they’re here… somehow” DUDE YOU KNOW BETTER EM! Doesn’t matter that youre in an fbi parking garage, no cop gets there that fast!!

Also..that red coat is TRENCH COAT. YEESSS

Oh FUCK YOU BRIAN

“FUCKING BRIAN!” thankkkkk you em

THAT’S HOW IT ENDS SEERIOUSLY? Ffs.

Also…in all seriousness. Em was in HER office at the BAU, somewhere you (I assume) need clearance to get on property, much less in the building or into the parking, so WHY/HOW the FUCK were both brian, the guys who beat him up and whoever took the pictures get clearance?? SHOULDN’T QUANTICO HAVE SOME PRETTY FUCKING HIGH SECURITY LEVELS???

[voylitscope]

Stucky Recs: Back To School

It's September, and that felt like the very most appropriate time for a back-to-school-themed rec post.

So: A rec post of 11, very seasonally appropriate, high school/college Stucky AUs.

Note: As part of my personal campaign to combat the persistent idea that every great fic in this fandom was written in 2015, I'm now marking recs of fics written post-2016 and recs of fics written post-Endgame.

🎓 The Daily Rogers | Nonymos | Explicit | 32,154 words | College

We have a (surprisingly?) large number of fics in this fandom that use tumblr as a decently central plot point. Of all of them, I feel like this one is probably the most well-known. (Unless it's this one?) This fic, featuring a defenses-way-up skinny Steve and a very sweet, but also very assertive, Bucky, is super memorable, and so incredibly well done. It's somewhat of a meet-ugly, or, honestly, a first-several-encounters-ugly, and I love the way their relationship develops from there over the course of the story. I also love what that relationship turns into once they're together. Plus, the place this story gets them— both as individuals and in their relationship — before it ends is a satisfying and beautifully done one.

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“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve mumbled, handing him the phone back. “She, uh, she’s the one who drove me to the hospital when Rumlow broke my arm that first time. She’s a bit protective now.” Bucky stared at him. Steve—and when had Bucky started to think of him as Steve?—looked fucking adorable in Bucky’s hoodie, with his stupid glasses and his pink lips. He’d also left Bucky’s bed completely covered in blood and dirt after attempting to fight a guy twice his size. Who’d broken his arm before and threatened to do it again. “I think I understand a bit better why they made a whole Tumblr about you,” Bucky said. Steve bristled all over again. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky looked heavenwards. “Somethin’ nice, Rogers.” Steve looked—well, he looked puzzled. Like he didn’t know what to do with that.

🎓stars shining bright above you | cable-knit-sweater @cable-knit-sweater | Teen | 3,339 words | High school & College | **Post- Endgame Rec**

Look, sometimes, you want to read angst. Intense emotions. Canon. Canon divergence. Sometimes, you want to cry about these boys. But then there are times that your heart needs to read about them just being all happy and painfully cute about each other — just being wide-eyed teenagers with wide-eyed feelings about each other. My heart does, anyway. This fic is perfect for that. So sweet, so lovely. A fic that left me smiling and thinking about the two of them on a blanket under the stars.

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Steve thinks he’s going to die. He wants nothing more than to say yes. To the holding down, that is. But he cannot find his voice at all. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes. It’s dark, but the moon and the stars in the sky already provide enough light to see those eyes sparkle. They’re so close now, almost breathing the same air. Forget stars, forget meteor showers. Steve wants to drown in those grey blue eyes, and he’s barely holding his head above water as it is, judging from how hard it feels to breathe.

🎓He's All That | crinklefries | Teen | 88,665 words | College | *Post 2016 rec*

All of the rom-com AUs forever for these two, please. This is such an engrossing and immersive fic. That's something I really enjoy about college AUs, and that works so well in this particular fic —the way that, because actual college campuses are often their own little world, the world's of college AUs can be these really tight little realities with their own specific sort of pacing and consequences. I love that, and I love it in this fic — it's so beautifully done, and it's such a great read, too, I think, because the original rom-com is both high school set and limited to being movie length/tied to Hollywood standards. There is so much more depth and additional story here, while still having that really fun element of being an AU loosely based on a film. So enjoyable, and such a satisfying read.

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“You do this often?” he asks, keeping his voice quiet to preserve the stillness around them. “Lay on the ground and play dead?” “Yeah,” Steve quirks a smile. “It was the second trick I learned after fetch.” Despite himself, that makes Bucky grin. “You always have an answer for everything huh?” he says. That makes Steve sigh a little, his shoulders droop enough that it’s only then that they both notice they had been hunched close to his ears. “Yeah,” he says. “Character flaw.” “One man’s character flaw is another man’s personality trait,” Bucky says. He stretches his legs out in front of him, props himself up on his palms behind him. “Pretty sure a personality trait can also be a character flaw, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Steve says with a half-smile.

🎓That Boy is a Problem | 2bestfriends | Explicit | 10,091 words | College | **Post- Endgame rec**

I sometimes debate whether I should go with including fics on these rec posts that fall heavy on the porn side of a porn-to-plot ratio, solely because, at a certain point, smut-heavy fics feel like their own thing that should go in their own post. But! That said, this fic, although it does fall pretty heavy on the porn side of the porn-to-plot-ratio is very, very solidly a college fic. It also does have a really fun plot, and I really, so much, enjoy that it features a Steve POV that is an absolute, just total and complete disaster about Bucky. Also! This fic has vibes and aesthetics that I quite appreciate.

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Steve grins like an absolute buffoon when he sees him, frozen in place like he's rooted there. Bucky glances around, gaze settling on Steve. The expression that spreads across his face in response to the realization that Steve is in fact there waiting for him is incandescent; Bucky actually brightens like maybe he wasn't expecting Steve to show. He draws his shoulders up and walks to Steve. When he reaches him, Bucky reaches out and grabs him by the front of his hoodie, pulling him into a kiss. Steve goes with a muffled squeak, ducking down to meet the firm press of lips. For a second, Steve doesn't know what to do with his hands, hovering just above Bucky's hips as he grasps tightly at Steve's shirt. Just as Steve's knees go weak and fireworks start to go off behind his eyes, Bucky pulls away, blinking at him with big, sultry eyes. "Hey, pal. You're very punctual. You ready?"

🎓Natasha Romanoff's Dating Service | HMSLusitania | Mature | 12,223 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

So, here's a thing about me: I really like it when fics emphasize that Steve and Bucky are meant for each other. That's it always them, In all universes. It's a thing I'm big into for these two. And this is why I enjoy so much when a fic pulls off the thing where there is some sort of doubled get-together or double feelings build. Like, ID porn fics can do this sometimes — falling for each other two different ways at once — as can fics like this one — a fic about Steve and Bucky both ignoring Nat's insistence that she knows the perfect guy for them and instead going out to a bar and meeting a total stranger. A total stranger they fall for basically on sight. A total stranger who, as it turns out, is that exact guy Nat meant the whole time. — Yeah. That's a premise I really enjoy. This is a fic I really, really enjoy. A total delight.

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“Now I’ve got some ridiculously low resting heart rate,” Steve said, tipping his head sideways towards his wrist. Taking the hint, Bucky pressed his fingers to the pulse point below the base of Steve’s thumb. Maybe he did have a low resting heart rate, but if he did, Steve was not currently at rest. It made Bucky feel a little better, knowing that for some reason – Bucky? – Steve’s heart was racing. “Do you want to, um,” Steve started. When he paused, unsure, he touched his tongue to his bottom lip before chewing on it and something in Bucky’s body short-circuited. He just hoped it wasn’t the actual mechanical hardware attached to his left side, because that would be ill-timed. “Go home with you?” he suggested quietly. “Yeah,” Steve said. “That.”

🎓What a Wonderful World This Would Be | Mambo | Teen | 28,723 words | College

You know how sometimes you read a fic and you find yourself literally making embarrassing sorts of noises out loud about it? And also feel yourself making ridiculous faces at your screen in response to it? Right, that was me reading this fic. Featuring an art major Steve who is completely convinced Fraternity Bucky is going to be some total jerk of a guy when they're paired as project partners — until they have all of one conversation and Bucky is ... you know, sweet, friendly, smart, charming, and generally Bucky-like. So then Steve spends thousands and thousands of words falling hard for Bucky while also being super confused by why Bucky wants to keep spending time with him — and incredibly doubtful that Bucky actually does want to be spending time with him. Even though Bucky spends thousands and thousands of words being the Very Most Obvious that he's super into Steve. It's so ridiculously and delightfully cute. I love it a lot. Also! This fic is actually the start of an entire college AU 'verse. I've only read this first fic, but the rest of the 'verse is on my TBR and is likely equally delightful.

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Steve’s brow furrows. “How do you know I do?” Bucky moves his laptop off his lap, sets it on the floor. He stretches his arms up over his head, exposing the stretch of tan skin where his shirt rides up over his jeans. And Steve is definitely not looking for purely artistic and aesthetic reasons, but manages to drag his eyes away before Bucky notices. “You always annotate your books. I can see all those post-its from where I sit, even. You don’t talk much but you’re always leafing through your book because you know which exact quote will prove somebody wrong. Don’t try to argue; I totally notice.” That’s not untrue. “No fair,” Steve says. “You sit behind me. I can’t stare at you creepily at all.” “Not starin’, just appreciatin’ the view.” Steve must look confused because Bucky laughs again. “You’re kinda cute,” he says. “‘Specially when you blush.”

🎓Alkynes of Trouble | yammz | Explicit | 11,450 words | College | **Post Endgame Rec**

The author tagged this "enemies to friends to lovers" and "the softest of enemy-ships though," which, honestly, is absolutely perfect tagging for this incredibly sweet fic. It is soft. Everything that happens in this fic is very, very soft. Steve and Bucky are assigned to be lab partners! They spend all semester in this terribly and wonderfully cute slow burn! There's tutoring! There are coffee dates shop hangouts! There is cake! There is a Very Meaningful hug! It's all very, very charming and super adorable. Plus, this is a fic that works with one of my personal favorite tropes: someone slowly realizing that they were wrong about another person and falling for that person — hard — as they do. I'm always weak for that, and I love this fic's delightful — and, yes, very soft — take on it.

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His notebook was full of eraser marks, his lines uneven and confusing, running into each other when he made his structures too small for the amount of bonds between molecules. He could always see them in his mind, but drawing them out was hell for him, his hands just a little shaky. Steve didn’t seem to have that problem because Steve’s notebook…that shit was just about the prettiest art Bucky had ever seen. He couldn’t help himself from reaching out his fingers and running over the neat, perfect hexagons with their lines and perfect little letters for the attached elements. They looked straight out of a printed textbook. Steve didn’t move, the solid mass of him almost against Bucky’s side. “How long do these take you?” he asked. “Oh, I’m quick,” Steve supplied cheerfully. To prove his point, he drew a quick acetyl salicylic acid, copying its structure from the sloppy one on the board, where the lab’s flowchart was. Bucky was mesmerized, his form perfect and confident and tiny, so at odds with how huge Steve’s hands were. “See?” “Okay, well,” Bucky let out a laugh, “You can definitely write the lab report.”

🎓Lane Lines | sparkagrace @sparkagrace | Mature | 132,519 words | College | **Post-Engame Rec**

A fic I spent a weekend totally engrossed and lost in on first read and that, ever since, has always been sitting somewhere in my brain. I think something that really, really appeals to me about sports AUs is when they're used as a lens to translate some things Steve genuinely struggles with in canon — the ways he handles guilt, the ways he feels responsible for things and people, his loneliness, etc — into these incredibly real-feeling modern, actual world, contexts. This fic does that so unbelievably well. Steve isn't truly okay, at all, during most of this fic, and affects everything. I love that so much. I also love this fic's worldbuilding, with a childhood Steve and Bucky backstory, a college swim team friend group, the pressures of professional athlete life, Olympic sponsorships, world records, and in-verse media like fake tweets and news articles. (This fic is the first fic in an in-progress 'verse, all of which I would also recommend.)

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“I didn’t want to come,” Steve says, trying to be honest, “but I’m glad I did. It feels nice to clear the air. I think it’s the most fun I’ve had in a while actually.” Steve thinks maybe this has been the happiest he’s been in a long time. He doesn’t want to tell Bucky that or speak it out loud, but the knowledge that this is happiness, and that he truly feels lightness in his bones, thrills him and he wants to keep that feeling close to him as long as he can. “I’m glad you’re here now. Just you.” Bucky says. Steve doesn’t know how to respond to that so he takes another swig of the champagne. There’s bubbles in his stomach but he’s not sure if it’s from the champagne or Bucky’s words. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?” Bucky says. It takes Steve a second to understand what he’s referring to.

🎓Targeting | queenmab_scherzo | Explicit | 149,148 words | High school & College

I do not know if I will ever be over the way this fic manages to mirror canon so closely while being about high school and then college football. I feel as if that shouldn't work. And yet it does, and I love it. I also love the way, because this fic so closely mirrors canon, we get a lot of Steve refusing, just absolutely refusing to give up on Bucky. Or doubt Bucky. Or listen to anyone's objections or concerns about Bucky. There is a lot of Steve being determined to get real answers to things, and Steve being determined to make things right, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky take the blame/punishment for things, and Steve being determined to not let Bucky go. So you know, very much like canon. Except it's about football? It's so, so good.

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Bucky doesn't attack. He backs away instead, an immediate, heartbreaking reflex, crystallizing proof that Steve isn't dealing with a predator. It's inhuman, the raw metal of his eyes and his expression, his hollow features, the way he blinks slowly and deliberately. He just won a football game, for crying out loud, not just any football game, the Game of the Century, he beat the number two team in the country and he can't even crack a smile. There is James Barnes, but where is Bucky. Bucky used to smile through broken bones and blood in his teeth, where is that Bucky. Come back, what happened, come back to me. Heart thudding, Steve surges forward, thinking about 49-yard field goals. "At least take my phone number." For a long time, he doesn't think Bucky will respond, and when he does, it's on an exhale, an inaudible brushstroke on dry canvas: "Fine." "You—do you want to write it down or something?" "I'll remember." The noise of the crowd rises and falls.

🎓Okay, so he can play… (pretty's got nothing to do with it | Darter_blue @darter-blue | Explicit | 50,858 words | College | **Post-Endgame Rec**

I realized when I was pulling this list together that I actually probably should have included this fic back in June as part of my Pride recs post I didn't, obviously, and I'm a little annoyed at myself about it. But, that allows me to rec it now, and this is absolutely a college fic. So I guess that works out. Anyway, like I said when I talked about Lane Lines, I love when a sports AU also works as a lens to look at some of Steve's less-than-healthy ways of dealing with things. This fic, which is about college hockey, is another great example of that. There are a lot of things in this fic — many of them, but not all of them, related to Bucky — that Steve has told himself he Absolutely Cannot Do, and his journey of letting go of some of that over the course of this story is one I enjoyed so, so much. Like I said, I could've rec'd this one in June, so there's a lot centered on sexuality happening here. There are a lot of feelings and a lot of romance. Also, one of my spreadsheet notes in the tropes column for this one says, "GRAND GESTURES." So.

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Bucky doesn’t know what to do with those smiles. He doesn’t know where to keep them (because he so desperately wants to keep them) that they won't cloud him. That they won’t press into his stupid crush and spill it over into something more dangerous. The team dynamic is flowing, winding, warming into something so comfortable, it bleeds into their game, and it’s like they can’t lose. They win their next two home games, Bucky chasing down Steve’s scoring record and loving every second of it. The way Steve isn’t even mad about it. The way Steve nods at him in the locker room at the end of the games. Claps him on the shoulder now with the rest of the team… All of it leaves Bucky so wholly unprepared.

🎓Persued by a bear | Zenaidamacrouras1 @zenaidamacrouras1 | Explicit | 19,200 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

So, they're slightly older in this fic than any other fic on this list. (Well, actually, maybe not? They're a bit older in Natasha Romonaoff's Dating Service, too.) Steve is a professor and Bucky is a PhD candidate. This is also the very most academic of all fics on this list, and it's a complete and total delight from start to finish. It's a Shakespeare conference! There are tweed jackets, and suspenders, and pickup lines using Shakespeare, and the cutest Steve POV voice. I'm always, always a huge fan of a fic that features what could have been, should have been, a one-night stand, but that turns into so much more — with some hiccups, but also a lot of shameless flirtation, along the way. This fic delivers that so incredibly well and is just such a fun read.

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“You’re good at what you do, too, James,” Steve says softly, looking up at Bucky through his lashes, and shit, he didn’t mean for this to get all sexy all of a sudden. Bucky’s just. Really sexy. “You should call me Bucky. If you want," Bucky says softly. "I think I do, Bucky," Steve says because. He does. And Bucky's at a completely different university, and he's obviously a full-on, real-deal grown-up. Maybe this is okay. "Watching you work and listening to you think after following your scholarly writing for so long was incredibly hot,” Bucky says in a rush. “I’m sure you get that all the time. God, now I sound like a groupie.” Steve suppresses a smile. “Believe it or not, I don’t really have groupies."

There are a few additional fics that could be classed college/university fics and that absolutely are on my rec spreadsheet/in my bookmarks, but that I didn't include here. These are almost all fics with a plot about driving home (from campus) for the holidays/car sharing/motel room sharing/etc. that I feel like are holiday fics more than college fics, and holiday fics will almost definitely be their own post. (I didn't realize I had more than one fic like that bookmarked. But apparently, I do.)

I do have an apocalypse/dystopias/etc rec post sitting in my drafts I'm stressing myself out about it. Probably unnecessarily. I swear it's coming soon. Maybe I'll also do something seasonal in October? I haven't thought about that yet, but it's completely possible.

Fic Rec Series

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Oh my God, we’re back again🎶

Well hello….it’s 💛. You said that my requests make you happy and that you don’t mind them so I have returned. By the way, if this ever changes, do not hesitate to tell me. Even if you just don’t want to write TØP anymore. I’m a fan of a lot of fandoms you appear to write for, so I’d probably be able to request other things (again, only if you don’t mind me doing so). For what it’s worth, your stories are the highlight of my day. I frequently reread them when I’m feeling down or in need of an escape.

Alright, enough with my sappiness. You know that meme of the girl explaining something to her mom and the mom is just like 😐 (google “Me explaining to my mom meme” and it should be the first pic that shows up)? I was thinking that a fun story would be Josh trying (and maybe failing) to explain TØP lore to the reader. It doesn’t have to go super in depth to things by any means. I just can imagine that such a scenario has happened before and, quite honestly, half the time I don’t even know the lore. As always, if you hate this idea, no pressure to do it. ❤️❤️

Lore - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh x Reader

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1374

A/N: I love that you re-read my stuff. It makes me so happy that it’s the highlight of your day. Getting your requests is the highlight of mine, writing helps me relax at the end of the day-especially with how rough it is being in senior year (I’m in the southern hemisphere and finish school late November so exams are imminent 😭). I actually re-read some of mine quite a bit. Honestly I’m so proud of the number 16 cotton candy. The way part 2 ended made me want to cry - I believe I ATE that if I do say so myself 🙌. It makes me want to add more parts, like the reader watching Clancy perform on Good Day Dema and seeing how upset/zoned out he looks and being hurt by it, the conversations they have after reuniting, more of that series’ torchbearer bc he’s funny af, and more! Literally love this request btw bc I tried explaining the lore to my mom and she pulled the exact face in the meme. 

Tyler and Josh were always on social media. It had always been a key part of their relationship with the clique, and I’d noticed it more and more when they started tagging me in memes and pictures that I didn’t know the meanings of. 

“Josh?” I asked. We were sitting on the couch under a blanket in our apartment, the weather outside cold and rainy. Josh looked down at me, I’d planted myself in his lap, my head resting perfectly on his thighs while the rest of my body stretched out across the couch. 

“Yeah?” I brought my phone up to his face. 

“What’s a forest fic and why are the clique tagging me in memes saying you don’t exist?” His face dropped, mouth open wide in shock. “Tyler reposted something about it earlier and I don't get it.” He said nothing, the silence in the room growing with every second. “What?” I could tell he was trying to frame a way to tell me the truth, surely it wasn’t that bad.

“It’s a uh….uhhhh, like a fan fiction. And like….uhhh… I’m like not real in it… like a figment of Tyler’s imagination. Uhh and then a treehouse burns down THE END,” he mumbled, stumbling through the words and giving the worst plot description I’d ever heard. I was still confused. “That’s all you will EVER need to know… no need to look it up or mention it ever again.” He flashed me a quick smile before going back to his phone. I sat there for a few moments trying to understand his words before continuing. 

“But how is that relevant to whatever Tyler posted this morning?” 

He let out a loud sigh, telling me I was starting to get on his nerves. He put down his phone and properly sat up, giving me his full attention.

“It’s related to the lore of the new album, the whole Dema thing,” he explained. I knew that over the last few albums the boys had been telling some big story but that it was too complex to just google and learn about in five minutes. 

“Like how your character is the Torchbearer?” I asked and he nodded in response. “But how is that related to you not existing?”

“Do you really want me to explain the whole lore to you?” he laughed. 

“Yeah, I guess today’s the day.”

Josh had tried to explain everything as clearly as he could but it still didn’t make any sense. He explained that he was called the Torchbearer–which I’d proudly already known–and that Tyler was called Clancy. He also said that Clancy was trying to escape Dema because of the Bishops–I still didn’t really understand the concept of the Bishops… or Dema for that matter. 

“Wait, wait, wait, so you’re saying that there’s like… nine different Bishops?” I asked, trying to get my head around it. 

Josh nodded, “And they’re in charge of different sectors of Dema where the citizens live.” 

“If I’m being 100% honest, I have no idea where we are on the timeline or what the difference between Trench and Dema is,” I laughed. Josh covered his eyes and shook his head. He grabbed his phone, sending off a couple of texts before continuing trying to explain the lore. After about an hour, we both had our computers out, Josh was on the clique side of reddit and I was taking notes, typing frantically. A loud knock sounded from the door and I got up to answer it. It was Tyler, standing in the doorway with a large blanket with ‘twenty one pilots’ printed on it, snacks–including my favorite candy, the mask he’d worn during all the Clancy promotional stuff, a roll of yellow tape, and a stuffed animal which looked like a fat goat. 

“Where’s Josh? I heard there was an emergency and I came prepared,” he spoke, running inside and jumping on the couch next to my boyfriend. Closing the door I chuckled to myself and walked back over to the boys. “Josh said you wanted to learn the lore.”

“Well I tried explaining it to her myself but she wasn’t getting it,” Josh claimed. 

“That’s because you don’t get the lore yourself, come on,” Tyler laughed. He grabbed Josh’s computer and switched the tab to YouTube. “To start with, watch this.” He started playing the band’s ‘The Story’ playlist which featured all of the lore-related music videos. We started with Heavy Dirty Soul–which I’d seen before–and then went on to watch the videos from Trench. 

“Okay so Tyler’s character, Clancy, basically tries escaping Dema but then gets taken back. Josh’s character, the Torchbearer, is in charge of the Banditos–the rebellion group–and gets Tyler–sorry Clancy out of the city and takes him to the camp but then he gets captured again?” 

Tyler nodded, confirming my understanding. We continued watching the music videos till we got to ‘The Outside’. Josh  pulled out the stuffed animal and passed it to me before pressing play. I watched the video, Josh leading Tyler through an island and into a cave. A small gremlin with black eyes, gray horns, and white fur popped onto the screen, the exact same creature the stuffed animal was modeled off of. He jumped about the dark cave mysteriously, leading Tyler to a larger group of them. “Oh my god what is that thing?” I moved into Josh, cuddling up to him, completely stunned at this creature who was both cute and terrifying at the same time. 

“It’s Ned,” he smiled, “it stands for Neuro-Expansion Device.” I nodded and continued to watch the video. Tyler had gotten the horns from Ned and was able to control the dead bishop I’d learned to be Keons. When we finally reached Navigating, Josh paused the video. “This is the video those instagram memes were referring to, the ones Tyler has been reposting.” Tyler pressed play and we sat through the entire thing. The song was catchy and the video showed Josh leading Tyler through the forest and back into Trench after leaving the island Vøldsoy. What I didn’t expect was for Josh’s character to be a figment of Tyler’s imagination and the real Torchbearer to be the Bandito one from the Trench videos. 

“WHAT?!” I gasped, “NO WAY.” There was no way this whole time the Torchbearer was not there for Clancy. I wanted to cry from how sad it was and I had to find out how the story ended. “Wait so what happens next?” 

Tyler sat up and put the computer away, “Well basically we have another music video for Paladin Strait but that’s not coming out for a while. We’ve also got some lore stuff planned for the tour so I’ve got to finalize that soon too.” 

I nodded listening to everything he was saying and trying to remember the few follow up questions I had. “So, the bishops,” I started. 

“Yeah, what about them?” Josh asked, wrapping his arms around me. 

“So I get that Keons and Nico are the main ones but what about the others? Like what kind of a name is Nills?” Tyler laughed loudly, bringing a hand up to his chest.

“They’re from the songs off Blurryface, like Sacarver, “she’s a carver,” he explained. 

“Oh so you went through the lyrics and highlighted things that sounded vaguely like names?” Josh seemed to find that hilarious because he nearly fell off the couch. Tyler however, found it less funny and rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough for today,” he got up and packed up the blanket. “You can keep the Ned by the way.” I grinned and cuddled him closer to me. 

“Thanks for the help Tyler,” Josh held me against his chest. 

“No worries,” he smiled before leaving the apartment. Josh and I were left to ourselves, the rain still pattered on the roof and I could hear the occasional grumble of thunder. 

“So Torchbearer, what’s the plan for dinner?” I asked, getting up off the couch. I got up, put away all the snacks and drinks while Josh folded up our blankets. 

“You’re never going to stop calling me that are you?” he laughed. 

“What’s that? I can’t see you, maybe you’re not really here.”

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Hopefully this is good, I wasn't too sure about it but I think it's worth publishing. I'm so glad that I have 💛 anon bc their requests are awesome and I love hearing their feedback. I felt guilty last night about declining a Joshler fic but bc of 💛 saying I should write what I want it felt okay.

[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 18: Fetch Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 1.7k first|next a/n: i swear fetch is an ocean term truuust

Everything seemed to go off without a hitch. Aside from Luffy giving everyone a heart attack by straight jumping off the elephant to the Thousand Sunny down below. You laughed the whole way with Luffy as the other’s screamed. You had jumped off Zunesha yourself not too long ago, after all.

The weather wasn’t too bad, it seemed the ocean had calmed down after you spoke with her. You stood at the railing, leaning on it and looking down into the depths below. The whole interaction ran through your mind again. You still had so many questions that were unanswered. 

“It says here that the Revolutionary Headquarters were completely destroyed!” You were ripped from your thoughts as you heard Pedro speak. You looked over, seeing the paper in his hands, heading over to him. Luffy bounded over. “That’s Sabo!” Worry crossed his features.

You glanced over Pedro’s shoulder. “I think if something happened to Sabo, it would’ve been mentioned.” You saw the worried look in his eye. He just got his brother back after all - and losing one is enough. “I’m sure he’s just fine. It takes more than that to take him down.”

Luffy looked at you and laughed off his worries. “You’re right. Sabo’s super strong!” You nodded along with him, smiling. He was about to run off again when Nami pointed out the other man mentioned. “Luffy, aren’t you worried about your dad?” Luffy looked at her and blinked.

“Who?” You chuckled at his reaction, shaking your head. He never really cared about knowing his father. After all, the man wasn’t exactly there. “That’s my dad?!” His mouth dropped open. “He doesn’t look anything like me!” You watched him with amusement in your eyes.

“Wait, what’s that smell?” You looked over, noticing a large fire from the kitchen. “Hey! Who is cooking?” 

Luffy spoke up. “I forgot to turn off the stove!” A horrified look crossed your face.

“Y’all let him cook!?” You looked at the others and they just looked at you. You could only imagine what kind of horrendous good he created - and you soon found out.

“It looks like it’s from the sewer,” you mumbled. You weren’t getting anywhere near that. “Uh, how about I make something else? What is left?”

“I used all of it,” Luffy said. You nearly passed out with everyone else. “You used all the food?! Luffy what were you thinking! That’s supposed to last us a week!” The captain of the ship stared at you. “And who knows when we’ll see another island.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Alright, time to fish.”

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Holy shit, you were starving. “I got a big one!” You looked over as you heard Luffy cry out. Next thing you knew, a large fish was on the deck and he was already beginning to eat it. “Wait, we need to find out if it’s poisonous!” You ran over to him, but it was already too late. And Chopper was coming out at that moment, yelling about how its skin was poisonous. You cursed softly as Luffy was already down for the count. Damn, that worked fast.

“Dammit, Luffy,” you mumbled, kneeling next to him. You looked him over with Chopper. “Can you fix him?” Then you heard some kind of omnipresent voice and a giant snail of a ship seemed to appear. You blinked, tilting your head to the side. What the hell was going on?

“Sanji!” “Hi, Sanji!” You followed the girls’ gazes to the figure on deck. “Hold on - I don’t know if that’s Sanji,” you mumbled. It didn’t feel right. Something was off. The way he stood just staring, especially with Nami right next to you. Nami looked at you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, Nami,” you looked at her. “You’re literally right here and you haven’t seen him in how long?” She frowned, looking from you to the man they thought was Sanji. “He’d be freaking out right now if he saw you.” Nami frowned. “You’re right.”

“Sanji! Luffy’s hurt!” You heard Chopper this time.

“Why do you keep calling me Sanji?” The man took off his hood and revealed someone who very much was not Sanji. You looked at the others. “I mean, we all know Sanji wouldn’t dress up that dumb anyway and look at his fuckin’ hair.” You snorted softly, causing Nami to giggle next to you. “That’s true. He’s usually dressed to the nines.”

“My name is Yonji - what are you laughing about?” He glared at you and the two of you went quiet, shaking your heads. He jumped down to your ship, using whatever dumb things were on his shoes. Man, that was a wack outfit, for sure.

When he landed, he looked at you and Nami. “Wow, what a couple of lookers!” Heart eyes appeared and you blinked. “Well, they’re definitely related,” you mumbled, looking to Nami. She groaned, rolling her eyes. “Sanji! Do you have an antidote?”

The newcomer scoffed. “Why would I do something so nice for nothing in return? Aren’t you pirates? You could just try to pillage our ship for what you want?” He mused. “Or…” He looked towards Nami and you felt your skin crawl. “Absolutely not.” You stepped in front of her and he shrugged. “You work too.” He grinned. Ew.

“I’m knowledgeable with fish from the sea, we’ll just make our own antidote,” you said. Whether or not you could, you weren’t sure, but you were sure you could figure it out with the help of Chopper.

Suddenly, you saw a foot connecting with his head and you jumped back, but staying in front of your friends in a protective stance. You watched as Yonji went flying but a new face appeared. She had the same signature twirly brow as your friend. Just how many siblings did he have?

Reiju? The energy around her was much different to her brother. It was much more similar to Sanji. Softer, gentler. But there was something still off. 

Pekoms started explaining that they were the Vinsmoke family. You thought it was familiar, but you couldn’t exactly place it. “Weren’t they the noble family that conquered the North Blue ages ago with their military prowess?” Brook asked.

Nami looked at you. “Y/n, aren’t you from the North Blue? Do you know about them?” You shook your head. “I’m from there, but my island was isolated so we had no contact from the outside world and they didn’t have contact with us. Not really, at least.” You frowned. “After the incident, I was taken to Mary Geoise.” You shook your head, so even if you had been there when they were, you wouldn’t have heard anything and you never exactly went back.

You heard someone mention a comic strip based on their family and then blinked. Hold on. You remembered Law mentioning he collected comic books and he’s also from the North Blue. No shot - there was no way. You’d have to ask him later.

“We’re still a royal family, but we’re not like that anymore. We don’t have land either, but we still have enough prowess to attend the reverie,” Reijou said. She was soft spoken and seemed so kind. A stark contrast from her annoying brother from before.

“Ah, then can I-” Brook began but you grabbed Luffy’s sandal so fast and chucked it at him full force, smacking right into his skull - literally. “Luffy still has another chancla and I’m not afraid to use it,” you warned. He backed off with his trademark laugh.

“Anyway, we still have an issue at hand,” you said, taking Luffy’s sandal back and bringing it back to him. 

“Is this the poison of the armored fish? My favorite?” You widened your eyes and looked at Reijou before looking at Nami. “You hear that? It’s her favorite.” Nami just blinked the same as you with the same look on her face. Both of you were floored at her words. Does she just eat poison for fun? What kind of bat-shit insane-?

You watched as she knelt next to Luffy and you narrowed your eyes for a moment. Then she…kissed him? You went to stop her before Nami grabbed your arm. “Wait, look!” You watched with a grimace on your face, then you realized the poison rash was moving from Luffy to Reijou. You paused, watching in a mix of horror and awe.

It wasn’t long before she pulled off and the poison just…disappeared. “You…” You were at a loss for words. “Guess you weren’t lying when you said it was your favorite,” you mumbled, head reeling from the sheer absurdity of what you just witnessed.

“I’m Poison Pink!” She smiled, licking her lips. Ah, yes, because that made so much sense and just excused everything. You looked at Nami who just shrugged.

Luffy woke up with a gasp and you looked over at him, feeling relief flood your body. “Oh, thank the ocean,” you mumbled, putting a hand to your chest. “Sanji?” Luffy asked, looking at Reijou and you sighed. He really needed to work on his people skills but you let it slide since he was just inches from death.

“Not Sanji - his older sister,” you say.

“Sanji’s older sister?” Luffy looks at her in disbelief. 

“I also wanted to thank you, for all that you’ve done for Sanji up until now,” she said with a soft, fond smile. “Wait, hold on! Give us back Sanji! He’s my friend!” Luffy protested.

“Luffy, I don’t think he’s with them.” You walked over to him, looking at the woman who was heading back to her ship. “You are correct. He’s probably with Big Mom or father. So, good luck!”

You watched as she sailed off with their enormous ship. Your head was still reeling. “What the hell just happened?”

Things went on as if nothing really happened. You took over cooking this time, not trusting Luffy again and none of you wanted to pay Nami to cook.

[mya-valentine]

Unlikely Pairing: Training, Movies, and Mixed Signals

Synopsis: After a grueling training session where Juri pushes Itadori to his limits, she’s surprised when he invites her to a horror movie, “Human Earthworm.” Despite her reluctance, Juri agrees to go, finding herself begrudgingly enjoying the outing. As they navigate the city, they encounter numerous people who mistake them for a couple, which adds to Juri’s frustration. Yet, as she observes Itadori’s unwavering enthusiasm and their interactions, she starts to see a different side of him—and maybe even a hint of her own softened demeanor. As the day ends, Itadori lies awake, reflecting on the unexpected depth of their time together, questioning if Juri’s tough exterior hides something more.

The next training session was brutal, as always. Juri didn’t hold back, pushing Itadori to his absolute limits, her strikes coming at him with blistering speed. He had improved so much over the months, his reflexes sharper and his determination unwavering, but Juri could still pin him down in an instant when she wanted to. 

"Focus, brat!" she barked, her left eye glowing a faint purple as she moved with lightning speed, her foot sweeping under him and knocking him to the ground. "You think Sukuna’s gonna hold back because you’ve got a cute face? Fight harder, or you’re dead next time!"

Itadori grunted, pushing himself up. His breathing was heavy, and his body ached, but there was that ever-present spark in his eyes—the desire to get better, to be stronger. "I’m trying, Juri! It’s not like I can move at the speed of light like you!"

Juri smirked, leaning against the training mat, crossing her arms. "You’re gonna have to if you want to survive out there. Get up."

Despite his exhaustion, Itadori sprang to his feet, ready for more. But before they could start again, Juri raised her hand. "That’s enough for today. You didn’t completely suck."

Itadori let out a sigh of relief, his body visibly relaxing. "Thanks, Juri. I… I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere." He rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish.

Juri tilted her head, watching him. His determination was admirable, even if he was still leagues behind her. But something about him reminded her of her younger self—before everything had gone wrong. She pushed the thought aside quickly. This wasn't the time for nostalgia.

As Itadori gathered his things, he hesitated for a moment, glancing at her nervously. “Hey, uh, Juri?”

“What?” she replied, half-expecting him to ask for feedback on his training. Instead, he surprised her.

“So, I was wondering…” He looked at her with a hopeful grin, which instantly made her wary. “You wanna go see Human Earthworm with me? It’s my favorite movie, and they’re playing it at a theater downtown this weekend.”

Juri blinked at him, deadpan. "Are you serious?"

Itadori nodded eagerly. "Yeah! It’s a classic horror movie. Super gross, lots of blood and guts, but it’s so much fun! I think you’d like it!"

She stared at him, trying to process what he had just asked her. A movie? With him? What the hell? She wasn’t one for outings, let alone going to see some ridiculous horror movie. The thought of spending time with him outside of training made her want to gag.

“You’re joking, right?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

“No, not at all!” Itadori replied, his grin not faltering. “I figured since you’re always kicking my ass during training, maybe we could… you know… do something fun? I mean, it’s not like we have to be sparring all the time, right?”

Juri huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. The last thing she wanted was to spend more time around him than she already did. But looking at his eager face, she could tell he wasn’t going to back down easily. It was annoying, but also… kind of amusing?

She let out a low groan. “You’re a real pain, you know that?”

Itadori smiled sheepishly. “I’ve been told that before.”

Juri stared at him for a long moment before sighing heavily. “Fine, whatever. I’ll go see your dumb movie. But if it sucks, I’m leaving halfway through.”

Itadori’s eyes lit up. “Really? You’ll go? Awesome! I promise it’ll be fun.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, brat,” she muttered under her breath, already regretting her decision. But something in the back of her mind was oddly curious. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought. Maybe.

As Itadori practically skipped off, excited to spend time with her outside of training, Juri couldn’t help but shake her head. What the hell did I just get myself into?

Still, as strange as it felt, a part of her didn’t mind the idea of doing something different for once. Even if it was with him.

The day of the movie rolled around, and Juri was already regretting her decision. She wasn’t one for outings—especially not for something like a dumb horror movie. But a promise was a promise, and Itadori had been way too excited for her to back out now.

She met him outside the theater, hands stuffed in her pockets as she gave him an irritated look. “This better be worth it,” she muttered, glaring up at the marquee. Human Earthworm was plastered across it in bold letters, a grotesque-looking creature splattered across the poster.

Itadori, on the other hand, looked like a kid on Christmas morning. “I’m so pumped! I’ve been waiting to see this on the big screen forever!” His excitement was contagious, though Juri tried hard not to let it affect her.

They bought their tickets, and Itadori went to grab their seats while Juri went to get the popcorn. As she stood at the concession stand, waiting for her order, she couldn’t help but notice a girl lingering nearby, giggling as she talked to Itadori, who looked a little clueless but polite.

Juri’s eye twitched. Seriously?

The girl was leaning closer to Itadori, obviously flirting. “So, you’re into horror, huh? That’s cool. Maybe we could—”

Juri stormed over, her presence immediate and dangerous as she shoved the popcorn into Itadori’s arms. The girl’s eyes widened in surprise, taking in Juri’s scowl and the threatening aura she gave off.

“Oh, I—uh, sorry!” the girl stammered, quickly backing away. “I didn’t realize you two were together.”

Itadori blinked, confused. “Wait, what—”

The girl bolted before he could finish his sentence. Juri just rolled her eyes and pushed him toward the theater. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“What did I do?” Itadori asked, completely oblivious as they walked into the screening room.

“Forget it,” Juri muttered, already regretting agreeing to this outing.

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The movie was… well, exactly what Juri had expected. Gore, blood, and a plotline that barely made sense. Still, Itadori was having the time of his life, watching with wide eyes and laughing at the ridiculous parts. She found herself glancing at him every now and then, wondering how someone could be so damn positive all the time.

After the movie ended, they left the theater, and Itadori’s excitement hadn’t waned. “That was amazing! Did you see the part where—”

“Yeah, I saw,” Juri grumbled, though a small smirk tugged at her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, Itadori’s enthusiasm was kind of refreshing.

They headed to a nearby diner to grab something to eat. It was one of those cozy, old-fashioned spots with red vinyl booths and a jukebox in the corner. As they sat down, an older couple at the booth next to them smiled warmly.

“You two make such a cute couple,” the elderly woman said with a sweet smile.

Juri’s face went blank. “We’re not—”

“Oh, don’t be shy,” the old man added with a wink. “Young love is a beautiful thing. Enjoy it!”

Itadori turned bright red, his hands waving frantically. “No, no, we’re not a couple! We’re just—uh, we’re—”

“Shut up,” Juri muttered, cutting him off. The couple continued to smile knowingly, making her want to crawl under the table.

The awkwardness didn’t end there. Throughout the rest of the day, it seemed like everyone thought they were a couple. The waitress who brought their food, the cashier at the arcade they stopped by, even a random passerby who smiled and said, “You two are adorable together.”

By the time they were leaving the diner, Juri was ready to punch the next person who opened their mouth. “Why does everyone keep saying that?” she grumbled, her fists clenched.

Itadori, still flustered, scratched his head. “I don’t know… Maybe we just… look like we’re close?”

Juri glared at him. “We’re not close.”

“Well, we’ve been spending a lot of time together,” Itadori said with a nervous laugh. “Maybe people just pick up on that.”

She huffed, crossing her arms as they walked down the street. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with so I can go back to training.”

As they continued down the sidewalk, Itadori was still rambling about the movie and how great it was, while Juri mostly ignored him, her mind elsewhere. But despite her irritation, she couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt, walking beside him, listening to him talk about the things he was passionate about.

When they passed another couple on the street who gave them that same knowing smile, she rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “This is the last time I’m doing this crap with you.”

Itadori grinned, unfazed by her usual grumpiness. “Hey, we could always go see the sequel next time!”

Juri gave him a look that could kill. “Not. A. Chance.”

But as they headed back toward the school, she couldn’t help but think that maybe… just maybe, the day hadn’t been a total waste after all. Not that she’d ever admit it to him, of course.

Later that night, Itadori lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts still swirling around the day he had spent with Juri. The movie had been great, but that wasn’t what stuck in his mind. It was everything else. 

He thought about how often people had assumed they were a couple. At first, it was embarrassing. He had fumbled through explanations, trying to convince strangers they were just friends—well, training partners, really—but the more it happened, the less it bothered him. By the end of the day, he’d stopped correcting people altogether, feeling too flustered to keep denying it.

It wasn’t just the assumptions that made him feel weird, though. It was something else, something about Juri. She wasn’t the easiest person to be around—always harsh, always pushing him to his limits. She wasn’t afraid to hurt him in training, and she was blunt to the point of being rude. But there were moments, rare and fleeting, where he could see something more. Like when she agreed to come to the movie, even though she clearly hated the idea. Or when she hadn’t kicked him off the roof that one day when he needed space to think.

Is that just who she is, though? he wondered, his thoughts drifting to how she had acted today. She’d been her usual self—grumpy, irritated, and quick to snap at him—but there were also those moments when she seemed… softer? Not exactly nice, but not as cold as usual either.

The memory of that girl at the concession stand came to mind, the way she had flirted with him, and how Juri had swooped in, sending the girl running with just a glare. Itadori hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now he was second-guessing everything. Did Juri step in because she was annoyed? Or was it because… she didn’t like seeing him get flirted with? No, that was ridiculous. She probably just didn’t want to wait for the popcorn.

Still, the way people kept assuming they were together made him question things he hadn’t thought about before. He had always admired Juri—for her strength, her speed, her raw power—but today had shown him a different side of her, a side that was more human. Not just the relentless, unstoppable force she usually was during training.

He turned over in bed, frowning slightly. Could I even see Juri like that? The thought seemed impossible. Juri was terrifying, plain and simple. She wasn’t someone you developed feelings for. She was someone who put you through hell and made you stronger because of it. But then again, there was something about her that intrigued him. Maybe it was her drive, or maybe it was the way she never held back.

A part of him didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help it. She’d agreed to spend the day with him, hadn’t she? That had to mean something, right? Then again, Juri was unpredictable. She could have done it just to get him to shut up.

He sighed, his mind racing with thoughts he didn’t want to deal with right now. It’s probably nothing, he told himself. Juri would laugh if she knew I was even thinking about this.

Still, as much as he tried to push the thoughts aside, they lingered. The day they spent together, the way people looked at them, the strange warmth that came with being around her despite her prickly nature—it all left him wondering what, if anything, it meant. And as much as he tried to deny it, he knew one thing for sure:

Juri had gotten under his skin.

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The Burden of Strength Masterlist

[foggyfanfic]

Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Chapter Preview: Isabela strolled beside her in silence for a few minutes, she made an idle flourish with her hand, a gesture that used to produce a flower for her to play with. No flower appeared and she stared at her empty palm, frowning.

“Do you-, what’s it like? Having a gift and then suddenly… not having one?”

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14. Rebuilding

Mirabel didn’t know how to do this, she had never even thought about one day thinking about doing this, but it needed to be done. Rebuilding their house was one thing, but rebuilding their home was a whole different game. Looking at blueprints and hammering nails wouldn’t be enough, she needed to put herself out there in ways she never had before.

So, with a deep breath, Mirabel pointed out one of the girls Isabela had gone to school with, “She’s pretty.”

Isabela paused, looking up from the fruit stand they were shopping at to see who Mirabel was talking about. She snorted and rolled her eyes, giving Mirabel a “You gotta be kidding me” look.

“What?! She is,” Mirabel groused.

“She’s shallow. There are puddles with more depth than her. And she is way too into the Madrigal thing,” Isabela dismissed the other woman, “I once heard her plotting to try and trick Gabriel into being alone with her so she could claim he ‘took liberties’ and force him to marry her.”

“Oh,” Mirabel felt her shoulders deflate, then she tried for a grin, “well, if she found out marrying you was an option, she might-.”

“Dios, she would, she so totally would,” Isabela scoffed, shaking her head, “I’m pretty sure she’s not even into women, but she would marry me in a heartbeat if it got her the name.”

“So, if you get desperate-.”

“Not if she was the last woman on Earth.”

Mirabel’s grin started to feel a little more natural, “Well, yeah, because if she was the last woman on Earth you’d be gone too.”

“You know what I mean!”

“I’m just saying.”

“Ugh, come on,” Isabela handed the vendor some money and shoved the now full basket into Mirabel’s arms, flouncing away with such prissy grace, Mirabel half expected the miracle to come back just to provide her with her usual trail of flower petals.

She trotted to keep up with her sister, then gently bumped against her, “What about her?”

“Who?”

“Her, the one in the pink and blue.”

“Hm, unfortunately, I already know she is not attracted to women.”

“Darn. Her?”

“Oh, uh,” Isabela blushed, and cleared her throat, “we’ve already uh-. We want different things out of life.”

“Wait, is she your ex?”

“Sort of? I don’t know, it’s not like we were ever official. I mean, we did go on what were basically dates, a-and we did stuff but we weren’t-. She doesn’t want to ever be anything official with a woman.”

“Why not?”

“Her parents wouldn’t like it.”

“Oh,” Mirabel frowned, “right.”

That wasn’t something Isabela would have to worry about. With the revelation that Abuela already knew about his ex-boyfriend, Bruno had come out to the rest of the familia, paving the way for Isabela to do the same. Their Má and Tías had already taken their curiosity out on Tío Bruno years ago so they helped to field questions. Their Pá and Tío Félix had pulled Isabela aside and given her the same talk about respecting women’s boundaries they’d apparently given Gabriel and Camilo.

Camilo had made one joke about fish and flowers and had promptly been smacked with a cactus. Not by Isabela, by Dolores who had been holding a cactus for Isabela when she’d reflexively smacked her brother. She was very apologetic but he hadn’t made any jokes like that again.

Isabela strolled beside her in silence for a few minutes, she made an idle flourish with her hand, a gesture that used to produce a flower for her to play with. No flower appeared and she stared at her empty palm, frowning.

“Do you-, what’s it like? Having a gift and then suddenly… not having one?”

“I don’t know, probably like spending your entire life thinking you have magic to fix the miracle and then learning you don’t.”

“I… guess. But it’s not like-, I’ve never had magic, the whole miracle fixing thing was just this vague concept. You could actually make real flowers just appear out of nothing,” Mirabel said, “that was your whole thing.”

“Right,” Isabela said, slowly, then with a contemplative frown, “I miss it, but I also kind of don’t. Does that make sense?”

“No.”

Isabela rolled her eyes at her, “It’s-. I miss the actual gift itself, but I don’t miss being, y’know, Perfect Flower Making Isabela. I’m not saying that if I had a chance to get my gift back I wouldn’t take it, but, but-. It doesn’t feel like I’m missing a part of myself, and I thought it would.”

“Oh,” Mirabel paused to carefully consider her response, “I don’t miss Perfect Isabela either, I like the person you’ve been since Casita-. Since we lost the miracle.”

Isabela smiled at her, “Well, don’t get too attached, I’m still figuring things out.”

“I’m sure I’ll like whoever you end up being too.”

“Dios, have you always been this cheesy,” Isabela teased, slinging an arm around Mirabel.

“Well, last time we all tried playing it cool we lost the miracle,” she pointed out, “so no more! It’s all love, all the time now.”

This earned her a quiet laugh, “Fair. Love you, dork.”

“Love you too, nerd.”

“Nerd?! How am I a nerd?”

“Did you hear yourself talking about all those plants? Ay! You were like a plant encyclopedia, how much time did you spend researching all that stuff?”

“I-. That doesn’t-. It was my gift, I basically had to.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever nerd.”

“Oh, you are lucky I can’t make a cactus right now!”

Mirabel laughed, but otherwise didn’t respond. Isabela too, seemed content to settle into a companionable silence. They spent the rest of the walk back to the remains/beginnings of their house caught up in their own thoughts. 

Together they passed out the fruit to their family and various volunteers, then went their separate ways to work on their own projects.

A couple days later, Mirabel was helping Tío Bruno mix the spackle when he pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned quietly.

“Are you still getting migraines?” she asked, well, blurted. She had always assumed his migraines were a product of his gift.

“Oh, uh, n-not technically,” he chuckled, somewhat bitterly, “tension headaches. I uh, I sort of thought that when my gift went away my anxiety would too, but uh-. Nope.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I-I keep clenching my jaw and it’s beginning to-. Never thought I’d miss my gift, b-but it turns out-. Well, there’s a lot about it I don’t miss, I-it just feels weird, not being able to reach out and feel the future pouring over me.”

Mirabel nodded, more to give herself time to think than because she understood, then slowly asked, “What was it like?”

It was a vague question, but he didn’t need any clarification, he gave her a crooked smile and shrugged, “Sometimes it was fun, being able to-, well you’ve seen some of my fun visions. I-I loved that part, always have. There was a time when-, I struggle sometimes to stand up for myself, so there was a time when it looked like I would spend my life telling people they’d get wrinkles when they were old, or when their pets would die. I was so busy giving everyone else visions I never got to look for the things I wanted to see.”

“Really?”

“Mh, yeah. My own future was l-looking pretty bleak. And then I got with Leandra and she fought for me to use my reservation system, and slowly, my gift started to feel like it was mine again, y’know?” he said, “Sometimes, I would watch robots be made or rockets fly through the stars and it would feel like my gift was-, I don’t know, like I had almost lost it, and then won it back, I guess. There’s so much about it I’m happy to live without, the migraines, people hounding me for visions, surprise prophecies, all that. But then I would see a meteor shower, or watch a newly discovered medicine save a ward full of children and all that felt-. It made it worth it.”

“I always thought-. You always seem so tired, and people can be sooooo… dumb about your gift,” Mirabel shrugged, “I guess I always assumed you must hate your gift.”

“I almost did,” Bruno said, “a-and I pretty much always hated being Bad Luck Bruno. I guess I hated the way people reacted to my gift, more than anything. I could live with the migraines, but people? Ugh.”

She smiled at that, and laughed a little at his exaggerated shudder. He gave her one of his quiet, crooked smiles and set aside the bucket of spackle. When they were done, they would deliver the buckets to the different work stations that needed spackle, but for now, Tío Bruno reached for an empty bucket to get started on the next batch.

“Isabela said something similar,” Mirabel murmured thoughtfully, “that she misses her gift but not how people reacted to it.”

“Hm, yeah, I bet,” he replied, “I-I was the village favorite when I was a kid. I remember how-, well, sometimes it almost felt better being Bad Luck Bruno.”

“Really?”

He shrugged, “I spent my childhood afraid of what would happen if I disappointed people. Then my fears came true and I discovered that I would still have a family that loves me. I-it’s- it still sucks sometimes, most of the time, actually. B-but it’s nice to know the people who say they love me, you know, actually do.”

“I love you,” she said, feeling a bit silly.

But Tío Bruno smiled at her with his hearth fire smile and said, “I know, I love you too, mija.”

After a few minutes in silence, Mirabel got up the courage to ask, “Why didn’t you tell me the truth about my gift?”

Bruno paused, then sighed. He didn’t respond at first, he took a few beats to think his answer through, then said, “I-I guess I was hoping if I could delay the cracks long enough, I’d figure out what the actual reason you didn’t get your gift was. I know your Má was also worried about what the truth would do to your confidence, and Leandra worried the more we talked about it, the more likely it was others would find out. B-but I really just-, ay, kid, I wish I had more answers for you.”

Mirabel nodded slowly, taking her turn to think before she spoke, “I appreciate what you did, but I also-. I wish you’d told me.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right, we should have told you sooner,” Tío Bruno said, “you had a right to know.”

She paused again, “I forgive you, of course. Although-.”

“Although?”

“Well, now you got me thinking about the fact I’ll probably never know why I didn’t get a gift,” she sighed, “that’s-. Oof. Almost wish we could go back to you lying to me about it.”

He snorted, recognizing both the tiny bit of irony laced into her words, and the truth to them, “Ay, sí. If it helps, the c-curiosity has been killing me and Leandra these past ten years.”

“Really?”

“Sí,” he said, emphatically, then with a slight shake of his head, “You wouldn’t believe how many nights we spent lying awake debating different theories. It just-. It makes no sense!”

“What did you guys think it was?”

“Oh, we’ve considered everything, even-, I don’t know if you remember this, but in between touching the candle and the doorknob, you wiped your hands on your skirt,” Bruno shrugged, “I spent a good year wondering if that was it, then when Octavia got her gift she did the same thing, so.”

Mirabel couldn’t help a little laugh, “That’s kinda ridiculous.”

“I know, I know,” he shook his head, “but I’ve had ten years to wonder about this! Not every theory’s gonna be a winner.”

“What were some of the other weird ones?”

They spent the rest of the afternoon trading increasingly ridiculous theories about her lack of gift back and forth. Weirdly, it did help to know that this had been bugging Tío Bruno as much as it was just starting to bug her.

Another week later, the ground floor was done and they were all sleeping in the dining room, kitchen, or laundry room. Mirabel was sitting quietly with Abuela, both of them working on their embroidery to wind down before bed, when Amada slowly approached.

Mirabel looked up at her expectantly, assuming her cousin was here to talk to her, but Amada had her eyes trained on Abuela. It took a minute for Mirabel to place why that felt weird, then she realized she’d never seen Amada and Abuela interact outside of assigning chores, or using Amada’s gift.

Abuela glanced up and did a double take when she realized Amada was approaching her and not Mirabel.

Amada stood in front of Abuela and for a second nobody said anything, Mirabel and Abuela exchanged glances, while both trying to look like they were still focusing on their embroidery.

“It seems unfair to say this after you’ve already apologized,” Amada said, eyes on her hands as they played with the shawl Mirabel had made her, “b-but I hate how easy it always would have been for you to stop talking to my Pá.”

“Oh,” Abuela put down her project and gave Amada her full attention.

“I also hate how easy it would have been for you to start treating me the same way you treated him.”

Amada paused and looked at Abuela, but Abuela didn’t say anything.

“And um, I was angry at you, s-so I thought it was only fair that you-,” Amada gulped, “I’m sorry, Abuela. I’ve known this could happen this entire time. I-I’ve seen it over and over, a h-hundred different ways. I knew how much you were still hurting and I n-never-. Should I have-?”

“No, mí corazon, no, no,” Abuela shook her head, “that-. I would not have responded well.”

Amada still looked deeply troubled, despite Abuela’s assurances, and Mirabel doubted Abuela knew why. Now that she thought about it, she doubted Abuela knew much of anything about Amada other than how her gift worked. She debated if it would be better to let them talk and get to know each other without interference, or if they needed a mediator for the time being.

“Would you like to sit with us?” Abuela asked, valiantly masking most of her uncertainty.

There was a pause, then Amada nodded and sat beside Mirabel. Silence descended over the trio like a thick, scratchy blanket on a sweltering day.

After suffering through it for a few seconds, Mirabel popped her lips then in a slightly too loud voice said, “So! The weather’s been great lately, hasn’t it?!”

Amada and Abuela both rushed to agree, Abuela mentioning the “sweet smelling breezes this time of year” and Amada bringing up the “great clouds”. 

Then there was more silence.

“Amada, mija,” Abuela suddenly said, “I am sorry, for how precarious your position in the family has been. I-. The last thing I wanted was for any of my grandchildren to feel-.”

“Am I?”

“¿Perdon?”

“Um, am I your grandchild,” Amada stared down at her lap, “I mean, I know that we’re apart of the same family, but a-are we family?”

“¿Que? Of course we are,” Abuela raised her voice, more out of shock than anger, “You’re-. I have never even considered that you and your siblings-. Of course we are, Amada.”

Amada didn’t respond for a long time, then quietly said, “It’s just, we’ve never…”

“Sí, I know, I know, I haven’t spent as much time with many of you as I would have liked. Tomorrow I am going to have lunch with Camilo, but how about the day after, we have lunch together,” Abuela suggested, “just the two of us. I would like to know you.”

Amada shrugged, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the right way to say whatever it is she wanted to say, “It’s different, though. Camilo is, you know, biologically your grandson. I’m just your son’s daughter.”

Abuela frowned deeply, looking at Amada with mournful eyes, “Do you want me to be your Abuela?”

Amada nodded.

“Then I am,” mind apparently made up, she nodded once, “the day after tomorrow, we’ll have lunch.”

“Alright.”

The silence that followed this agreement was less awkward, but ten times as tense. After a few minutes, Amada left, getting up and walking away with the same abruptness that her father had when he was uncomfortable.

Abuela sighed, watching her leave, “How did I ever let so many things slip?”

Mirabel wasn’t sure if this was a real question, or if Abuela was just talking to herself, but she answered, “Well, there are nine grandchildren and an entire village to keep track of. That’s kind of a lot. Too much, really.”

Whether or not she’d wanted an answer, Abuela gave Mirabel a small smile, “Ay, sí, that’s true. But how have I allowed my grandchildren to be what slipped through the cracks?”

“Because we all have parents who love us, where as the village only has you for leadership?”

“Do you have an answer for everything, mija?”

“I try to,” Mirabel grinned at her.

Abuela smiled while shaking her head, “Well, no more of that. You are right, I have taken on too much for one person, and I am setting a poor example for my familia. I will have to look at everything on my plate, and decide what burdens can be shared.”

“With how large the village is getting, we’re probably going to need a more official form of government anyways,” Mirabel noted, she’d spent the past few weeks getting to know the different villagers and she was coming to understand how complex running a town was.

Abuela nodded her agreement, then looking back down at her embroidery said, “I would like it if you, Isabela, and your Tío Bruno could help me with all of this. I believe you are each the best suited to either take over a task, or tell me when I am expecting too much.”

Mirabel felt something warm fill her chest, she knew she didn’t need her Abuela’s validation, but it still felt good to hear herself be deemed “best suited” to do anything.

“Great! That’s-. Can’t wait,” Mirabel said, barely keeping herself from dancing in her seat.

Abuela seemed to see right through her, however, and gave her a warm smile, “I am proud of you Mirabel. You are becoming quite the young leader.”

“Thank you Abuela,” she all but whispered, then said, “love you.”

“I love you too mija.”

They turned back to their embroidery, settling back in to a peaceful silence.

[makeitallmarvel]

SNOWFALL Part 3 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

The next few days were filled with drills as an effort to clean up your operations outcomes for the next mission. You were pretty much in limbo waiting to be assigned to the next case. “Ugh!” You grunted as Steve slammed you into the ground again. You were starting to get frustrated that you couldn’t get this move down while sparring. “Seriously?” You whined disappointed with yourself. You were such a competitor that you had to get things right. “Again” you demanded hopping back onto your feet and wiping the little bit of sweat that gathered on your forehead. “Alright” Steve reluctantly agreed getting into his stance. He came at you with a fast and hard jab that you dodged easily. In the attempt you made to grab his arm and throw his body weight back at him you had lost your concentration due to his enhanced speed. Before you knew it he had his hand on your chest as he slammed you into the ground again. “Damnit!” You yelled into the room. Steve chuckled as you flipped him off. “Your problem is in your breath” Buckys voice wafted in making you jump. It had been just you and Steve for a few hours now. “Well someone slept in this morning.” You teased and he smirked. “Yeah doesn’t come often…can I show you?” Bucky asked rolling up his sleeves. His muscle flexed causing you to sweat more. His metal arm shining in the morning light. The air in the room froze as the moment unfurled. Bucky recoiled his hand immediately. Your heart raced as you stared him in his beautiful eyes. Your faces were close in proximity and it made you nervous. If you weren’t already sweating from working out you were now. Something within you began to stir in the depths of your belly. You wanted more. “Sorry” he apologized quickly turning his eyes to the floor. “There’s no need” you dismissed his comment and took a long sip of your water. “Well I have a meeting I need to get to you in 10.” Steve stated clearly trying to change the subject. “Alright then I’ll go ahead and work on my lesson plan for basic tactical class. See you boys later” you waved casually as you walked as quick as you could without alerting two trained super soldiers of your discomfort.

Flashes of panic and split second decisions filled his mind. The screams. The begging. And his least favorite part, the blood. “Please don’t this” the victim pleaded on her knees. Tears streamed down her face. “Please” she whispered right before he pulled the trigger. Bucky sat up panting as he tried to shake the image from his head. The familiar sickness boiling in his stomach. The vomit was close behind but he stuffed it down long enough to get his shirt on and take off down the hallway. His feet took him instinctively to the left side of the building. With no other thoughts besides wanting the pain to stop he knocked on the door. The door was unanswered for a few beats too long for Buckys comfort. He gulped quickly before trying the knob and finding it unlocked.

There looking through the dimly lit room he found you standing on the balcony blowing smoke out of your mouth and a drink in your hand. “I promise I try to let this go but I can't breathe”  the music sang as he took the image of you dancing by yourself in the moonlight. The chorus started and you raised your arms above your head as you tilted your face to the sky and sang along. “Don’t Leave. I need you”. The words hit like a wave washing over Bucky as he watched your expressions change with the music. You were lost in the song and he couldn’t help but get lost into you. He turned to leave when you noticed a presence besides yourself was in the room. “Bucky” you gasped. ���Sorry! I uh I didn’t mean to startle you.” Bucky rambled making you chuckle. “It’s fine. What’s going on?” You wondered, turning down the music from blaring to easy listening. “I couldn’t sleep.” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. You smirked and put down your glass and opened up the bottle of whiskey to your right. Pouring a tall glass you softly handed it to him then proceeded back out to the balcony and breathing in the night air. Another puff of your cigarette later and Bucky was by your side. “I didn’t know you smoked” he stated a tone of surprise laced in his words. “Only when really stressed. It’s a bad habit I know” you bowed your head in shame. “It’s alright I’ve got my vices too” he admitted. “Yeah like what? Healthy walks in the middle of the night?” You joked clearly understanding his pain.  Well some of it. “Huh yeah” he chuckled,sipping his whiskey and smiling, “thanks” he held up the cup in a gentle salute to you. “Of course” you replied casually leaning over the rail.

You stood in silence enjoying each other’s company instead of facing the night by yourself. “You have a nice voice” Bucky mentioned randomly causing your cheeks to heat to a dangerous level. “Nah I just really love music” you tried to deny it. You’ve never been all that confident in your voice even though everyone told you that you sounded good. It was just a fact too hard for you to believe. “Was it..him?” You wondered softly approaching the subject cautiously. He swallowed hard before nodding his head yes. To be completely honest you were incredibly shocked that he shared even that information with you. Sure you, Steve and Bucky were teammates but you didn’t share that much with Bucky that was extra personal. Steve knew everything there was to know about you but Bucky was always harder to get to. But if there was one thing you knew it was that the winter soldier haunted him at night. In Natasha's words, you didn’t have a lot of red in your ledger. It was something Bucky and Steve were keen on protecting.

“I’ll be right back” you excused yourself to quickly use the restroom. You didn’t want him to think you were blowing him off. You were running over every look he gave you and every tone in his voice while you washed your hands. It felt so surreal to you that he would be here with you. Did he know how you truly felt? Did you even know how you truly felt?  Quickly you dried your hands and rushed out the bathroom door to find the balcony and room empty. “Don’t leave” Ellie Goulding sang as your heart dropped. Bucky had left you in the cold. Now you were more than confused.

It had been days of empty hallways and solo workouts. Long nights to yourself and it began to hurt. You were wondering why he just disappeared and if he was even ok. He was in a bad state the last time you saw him. You could see it behind his eyes the shock he was in from whatever he was dreaming about. Steve sat next to you on your balcony, pretty much your favorite place to be. “I mean what did I do? Did I just ruin this team? Is he that insecure about me?” You listed all your questions without a breath in between.  Your mind told you to stop but your mouth wouldn’t listen. “Am I crazy Steve?!” You exclaimed about to pull your hair out. Steve gave you the most complicated look you’ve ever seen come from those blue eyes. “Bucky he-he’s trying his best” was all he said before he left the room. You sighed deeply before groaning out loud and proceeding to pour yourself a drink.

[paragonrobits]

out of curiosity (and Kamala Khan being one of my favorite characters) i decided to look up the trailer for that The Marvels thing that’s coming up and i have to say its looking pretty promising, at least at this point (and bearing in mind my current view on anything MCU related is ‘at this point its too popular to probably be really good since they’ll try to make its products as mass marketable as possible’ but we COULD get something good at this point) so here’s a few vague thoughts:

Carol seems to have a pretty fun dynamic with the other Marvels; constantly being out of her depth might be a good way to give a situation to bounce off of, and also seems interestingly similar to when she was with the X-Men during the Claremont era, i think

Monica being the instigating character sounds good! I’ve been wanting to see more of her, though admittedly my primary knowledge of her is limited to Nextwave which is NOT the best basic for characterization as a whole. (I mean, I was into Aaron Stack through Earth-X before reading him there as a pseudo-Bender character so imagine how extreme it is for all the characters I DIDN’T know about before reading that one)

I’m here for Kamala, honestly. So far she seems to be what’s making the series the most promising; she’s a TON of fun and I am honestly very invested in, uh, everything to do with her here; I want her to pet Goose. I want her and Goose to be best friends forever and for him to be super aggressive in defense of her because for completely inexplicable reasons he immediately likes her

most importantly, GOOSE LIVES. I genuinely was expecting she might have passed away of old age due to the time frame involved but NOPE SHE IS INDESTRUCTIBLE. This also means the vague sadfic ideas I had of Goose living on a space station and waiting for Carol to come home as her missions to save the galaxy’s people took her farther and farther away until gradually passing away from old age still waiting for human to come home one last time will be forever resigned to AU. that’s probably a good thing because i found it horribly distressing but i also want everyone reading this post to be as tormented with that idea as I was.

(I would also like to nominate a fic idea of Kamala inexplicably drawing terrifying entities towards her with affection and friendship, whether its the Hulk, Goose, or abstract personifications of fear, and possibly maybe Magneto on one of his good days. Granted he’s not a terrifying entity but he sure does his best to build himself up as one for intimidation purposes so I think it counts.)

[hazelfoureyes]

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Male Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Female Reader - Someone nice, Somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Male!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when Angel made a joke that your toys must be worn to the base, you felt the need to clarify. Total virgin, never used toys or your hands for, you cringed, penetration. Everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Don’t let anyone tell you ya don’t need lube. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally touched you. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and down your ass.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with topping, it just wasn’t his normal role. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed past your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight ring of muscle and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your cock twitch, erection growing as nervousness was slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your growing erection. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your cock jump under his hand.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “You don’t really need it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube, and they wrapped around your cock. His hand slowly pumped up and down your shaft. “Sex math. Don’t need your virgin ass locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his hand made your body clench, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering hole made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Feels good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your cock head. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive slit.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“You can fuck my face, baby,” He opened his mouth, tongue out, and looked up at you from your stomach. “I ain’t got a gag reflex anymore, popsicles slide in like— well, cocks.” He lowered his mouth onto you, leaving room for you to move. His fingers slowed in you.

You thrust up slowly, testing the sensation. His mouth closed around you, tongue moving along you shaft as you rutted into his face.

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

His fingers slipped out of you, your body closing back around the space where they were. That feeling of your hole tightening made you hungry for his fingers to spread you back open. His hand came to cup your balls, feeling the weight in his palm.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Gettin’ close already?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I need more, Angel.” It came out as a whine, shocking you a little.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your puffy and swollen entrance.

“You comfortable with gettin’ on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto your ass, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, erection now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your ass, swiping past your entrance, dragging the edge of your hole with the crook of his head. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet your entrance was gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into you. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, your erection jumping back to life.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Fuuuuck, Angel-,” you dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel your orgasm returning after dying down earlier. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to stroke your own pulsing dick, slowly pumping. 

Angel’s hand came down and wrapped around your cock, taking over your own attempts. The feeling of him in you and around you was overwhelming.

“Cumming,” You hissed, squeezing his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowly milking you of every drop of cum.

Angel’s moans got louder, your body tightening in spasms as you emptied your balls onto the towel. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, dick jerking from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed, towel sticking to your stomach and thighs. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, nodding, making no effort to get up. One of his hands came down and ruffled your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

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[rainisawriter]

Sweet Dreams~🌌 Prologue

This was written for the @slumberpartybingo event. Table of Contents.

“Huh?” I blinked dumbly at Jenna, my tired brain trying to process what she had just told me. It was still super early in the morning and I was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. I had only just sat down, too, and she ran up to me like I owed her money or something.

“You really aren’t a morning person, huh?” She laughed, leaning onto my desk. “I’m hosting a slumped party and I’m inviting the entire university. You’ll come, right?”

“A slumber party?” My brow furrowed as I scratched my cheek. “Aren’t we a bit too old for that?”

“You sound like my sister,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re never too old for a slumber party! At its core, it’s just about hanging out with friends and having fun. So, are you in or not?”

I opened my mouth to tell her that we’re not even friends, but I stopped short. If she’s inviting me, does that mean she considers me a friend? I couldn’t see how. She’s one of the popular kids and I’m not. We’ve only ever spoken in passing, too. I don’t even know her last name or favorite color.

She was staring at me, waiting patiently for my answer and I didn’t want to be that girl so I quickly agreed, instantly feeling regret when she threw her arms around me. “Awesome! I’ll send you the details after class.”

I blinked dumbly, watching as she rushed back to her friends at the other side of the room. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she has my number…

“Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath as I stood outside Jenna’s house. It was huge. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a house so big before. I knew I was way out of my depth here, especially with the sheer amount of people entering said house. My introvert instincts were kicking in and I was more than ready to run away.

“Hey, you made it!” Jenna’s boyfriend, Trent, grinned at me as he stepped out of his car. It was one of many that were parked up and down the street. 

Well, shit. I can’t just run away now that people know I’m here. Maybe if it was just a random student, sure, but Jenna’s boyfriend? He’d tell her he saw me for sure. I forced a smile, giving him a nod. “Yeah…”

“Come on in,” he motioned for me to follow before heading up the stone steps.

I reluctantly followed, stuffing my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. The house was filled to the brim with people drinking and dancing, though it wasn’t as wild as the movies often portray college parties to be. The night was still early, though, so maybe it’ll get worse.

“Grab yourself a drink. I’ll go find Jenna.” Trent grinned, slapping my shoulder before heading further into the house.

I winced. As a football star, he had quite a bit of strength that I don’t think he realized he possessed. I may be exaggerating a bit, but it felt hard to day upright when he hit me like that and I was sure it would be sore later. I rubbed my shoulder as I stepped into the kitchen. 

Several bottles of alcohol sat on the island in the middle of the room. I wasn’t really an alcohol person, so I tugged open the fridge in search of something else to drink. 

“Lucky~” I grinned, pulling a bottle of Dr. Pepper from behind the milk. It was the perfect thing to help get me through the night. I closed the door and nearly jumped out of my skin, seeing Jenna standing there with a bright smile on her face. I hadn’t even heard her enter.

“Hey, there you are!” 

“Um…” I cleared my throat, attempting to force my body to relax. “Hi…”

“Come on, the other girls are waiting!” She grabbed my arm, tugging me toward the stairs.

“Uh, waiting for what?”

“For you, silly!”

“Why?”

She didn’t answer as we reached the top of the stairs, taking a hard right. I was taken into the room at the very end of the hall where her friends were. They sat in a circle around a top hat, the dark room lit only by candles whose flames cast eerie shadows across the walls.

The door was shut and locked behind us.

I swallowed nervously. “I’m… a bit confused. What’s going on?”

“We,” started Jamilla as she leaned forward with a smile, “are going to make all of your dreams come true.”

“Huh?”

“Go on, sit down!” encouraged Jenna, pushing at my shoulders until I finally sat down. She squeezed in on my left, completing the circle. “Are we ready to play, ladies?”

“Yeah!” They chorused, cheering and clapping.

She picked up the hat and held it out to me with a smile. “Go on, you get to go first.”

I cautiously took the hat, blinking at it before looking at the others. They were all watching me closely. “What… do I do exactly?”

“Just reach in and pull out a piece of paper! Super easy, right?”

“Sure, but… what’s on said paper?”

“That’s the mystery, silly!” She giggled. “Go on!”

Hesitantly, I reached my hand into the hat, half expecting something to bite me but my fingers just felt slips of paper. I pulled one out, feeling a sudden wave of dizziness come over me. The hat slipped from my hand, falling onto its side as the papers spilled out across the floor.

I grabbed at my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “What…”

“Sh, just let it happen.” Jenna’s voice was muffled and it felt like my head was underwater. My vision was blurry, the room beginning to spin.

My lips parted to speak but no sound came out as darkness overtook me, my body falling back against the bedroom floor.

[nonchalantee]

Ooooh, all of those asks look good, but I'll go with BTS for 'not strong or brave' please!

ooo hmmmm this fic is so long :'D it's hard to pick a scene, but i'm gonna go with a dan & lucy one, the morning after they help maddie come down from a panic attack.

They got home late which Dan takes for granted means they’ll sleep in late, but Lucy is up and moving way before a reasonable hour. He watches her dig through her side of the closet and through her drawers, throwing together an outfit more formal than her typical wear: gray suit pants and a matching vest over a white blouse with an exaggerated bow at the neck.

i do like the costuming a lot in this show. lucy's usual clothes are super casual, very comfortable, with a slightly sporty flair. this kind of outfit is more like armor, i think. WASP armor.

“Do you have a job interview you didn’t tell me about?” he asks, sitting up in bed. “Bobby’s gonna be heartbroken if he just got you and is gonna lose you right away.”

what i like a lot abt this is that dan immediately picks up on lucy doing something sus; he's coming in with a joking tone, but this is a query for more information coached in non-confrontational tone. dan's thing is being supportive, so he does try to avoid confrontation as much as possible.

Lucy rolls her eyes. “I didn’t tell you this last night because you needed to sleep,” she says lightly, conversationally. “But I promised your parents I’d take them out for breakfast. It was the only way they were gonna leave without making some kind of fuss.”

lolol lucy knows danny's reaction is gonna be bad. she comes in super casual when she knows the other person is gonna have a big response. there's something else going on with this, too; the night before, dan asked lucy to take care of the parents. it was a pretty big ask and dan wouldn't have made it if maddie wasn't literally having a panic attack in front of him and wasn't literally just about to give birth.

lucy took care of the situation and dan didn't ask any questions - he should have - and this little information bomb is lucy's mini payback for that whole thing. she's not actually mad at dan (or even at maddie), but that whole situation was bullshit and she's still annoyed about it all, her patience is short, and she's not willing to have a long conversation/debate on this. she was asked to handle it, she handled it, and she's still handling it, stay out of her business, etc.

“Uh, no,” Danny says. “We aren’t seeing them-“

“Yes, you’re right, we definitely aren’t seeing them.” Lucy goes into the ensuite but leaves the door open so he can still hear her. “You’re staying home. Or going into work, or whatever, I actually don’t care. I’m going to breakfast, alone.”

“Lucy, come on.”

i don't rly buy into the idea that every relationship dynamic has a boss and a follower. that being said, in this relationship dynamic, lucy does tend to win when they have disagreements. she just has more practice at it as the youngest in a very large family. dan's family ignores or runs away from fights, so he has less skill in that department.

he also just really doesn't like arguing. he's a very big guy and he's always aware that when he gets mad, it has a different vibe than when anyone else gets mad. so when he gets into arguments, he's always kinda hobbled by the control he has to keep over his emotions. he is pissed off here, but because he keeps a tight lid on it, it just comes off as exasperated/annoyed. it's hard for your side of the argument to come across as strongly as you want it to when you can't show the true emotions/depth of emotions. not saying lucy would be scared of dan if he did show all his emotions, but just that this is a very ingrained control habit for dan at this point; he almost always dulls the presentation of his more negative emotions.

She pokes her head out of the bathroom to give him a deeply unimpressed look. “Do you think I want to do this? Do you think any of this is fun for me? Don’t make it harder by fighting me on it. I said I’d do it, so I’m doing it.”

lucy coming in with a mild guilt trip. it's not great, but i wouldn't call it toxic. she's rly feeling the whole "back off now" emotion and dan catches the brunt of it.

“I’ll go with you, then.”

dan rly doesn't want his parents around lucy. it's kind of a knee-jerk protective instinct; he got too used to seeing his parents hurt buck, the other person he feels most protective over. consciously he knows they won't hurt her/are incapable of hurting her in a real way, but he still needs to shield her from them.

“Yeah, no.” She goes up to the head of the bed and kisses him on the cheek. lucy understands this protective instinct immediately lol. she thinks it's sweet but unnecessary. “The only thing worse than giving them something they want is giving something else they want even more. And the only thing even worse than that is hurting you. Stay the fuck away, or else I’m ratting you out to your therapist.” now this is lucy being protective. there isn't a lot out there that can actually hurt dan. mostly it's just his family and himself. here she's protecting him against both.

Dan grabs her hand. “Lucy, you really don’t have to do this. They break promises all the time. It’ll just be a small bit of karmic justice if you don’t show.”

i wanted the physical details of them making small contacts in this fight, like she kisses him, he takes her hand, etc. even when they're in disagreement, they can't stop from making conciliatory gestures to each other - seeking connection, showing affection. it's not a big thing, it's just ingrained. it's like bedrock of their dynamic, almost unconscious, so those things always need to be peppered in. as soon as the hostility falters even a little, one or both of them is reaching out to give the other a small gesture of love.

“Just because they act that way doesn’t mean I get to,” Lucy says. Her code of honor has been invoked.

lucy is the most heroic character type in this fic, in like the classic sense. she's chivalrous. she stays true to herself and to her personal code of conduct at all times.

Dan shuts his eyes and groans, defeated. dan is aware of this, and knows there's no swaying her, no matter what he says or does or who he invokes.

She kisses him on the other cheek, and he lets her go so she can finish getting ready. When she comes out, she’s put on heavier makeup than she usually bothers with and she’s braided part of her hair and put it all in an up-do, something that looks fancy and complicated that Dan has seen her perfect on the heads of half a dozen nieces. Princess hair, they call it.

again i just rly like the idea of dan paying such close attention to her that he can tell all the little differences and knows what they might mean.

“Are you trying to impress my parents?” he asks, not knowing exactly how to feel about that.

“Is that your way of saying I look nice?”

“It’s my way of saying you don’t look like yourself.”

Lucy grins. “You got me.” She does a little twirl. “But I look good, right?” she's trying to deflect him haha. there are some things dan doesn't understand about being a woman and he'd listen if she wanted to tell him, but she's not that interested in talking about it since it isn't often a big part of her life. she has a work uniform, and outside of work, she 99% of the time only wears the things she wants to wear. this is the 1% of her life where clothing matters in a way he's not gonna rly get, and she's honestly fine with him staying oblivious.

“You always look good. But you don’t have to look good for them. Seriously, just throw on a trash bag, maybe they’ll be too embarrassed to be seen with you.” dan understands nothing. he's cute but yeah.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

A bolt of inspiration strikes, then. “Why don’t you give Chimney a call and invite him along? Make it an in-law breakfast. Means you’re not alone with them.” dan is actually very good at compromises. he's like, ok, i can't be there to be a human shield, but i can throw another person in the mix to be a human shield!

hmm the fic also hasn't rly gone into the dan & chim dynamic. they are on good terms - they vaguely knew each other for a few years before buck showed up, just by dint of various lafd things in the city. when buck was 118's probie, dan vetted them a bit tho. chim clocked what dan was doing and talked a little bit about how hard it is to have a brother in the service, and they had a good bonding moment. dan visited him in the hospital with the rebar incident and donated some sick days to the recovery pool for chim.

it got a little weird when maddie showed up, though, because maddie & dan took a while to reestablish contact. chim was obviously instantly team maddie and felt a little indignant on her behalf every time dan snubbed her, though she always said it was justified; but after the doug incidents, they were more or less all happy families. dan feels comfortable trusting chim to have lucy's back, which is actually one of the highest compliments he can give someone.

Lucy pauses. “That’s actually not bad,” she says. lucy is actually not a masochist. she will take any non-dan, non-buck, non-maddie human shields she can get her hands on. “I will call him on the way out there. He’s a guy, your type can get ready in like five minutes, right?”

“I don’t know, Chim can be kinda vain. Maybe give him ten.”

“Good looking out.” i just like it when they banter, i think they're cute

Dan gets out of bed to walk her to the door, and he catches her hand before she leaves. “Hey, you look pretty,” he says, mostly just to see if she’ll blush. dan's the kind of guy who likes to compliment his wife just 'cause

She doesn’t. She winks, forgets her hair is up and tries to toss it, then laughs. “I know.” lucy is a goofball. she covers it up with being badass and hyper competent, goal oriented, whatever, but also underneath all that she's a goof. it only rly comes out with dan tho; her big silly moments tend to be around/with him.

He watches her drive away, then closes the door and walks to the living room and lies down on the floor. He hates this so much it feels like his soul is leaving his body. He hates that his parents have been in town less than a week and already they’re edging their way back into his life. He meant it when he told them he was done with them. But he knew, even back then, that they meant it when they said they weren’t done with him. dan has lived under this particular doom ever since he went no contact with them. it's been a constant dread lol.

They’ve just always loved him too much. Loved him to the point of monstrousness. dan's problem is he does understand his parents and he does love them too. it's just that he doesn't think it's an excuse for the things they've done. he can understand someone and not forgive them - this is the main big diff between dan and buck. buck forgives people once he understands them; dan doesn't. He knows that love is in him, too; that capability. It’s part of why he fights so hard for control, and here is where dan is like eddie! haha, they both loooove to be in control, and are always chasing control/clinging to it. in eddie's case, he doesn't trust the outside world; in dan's case, he doesn't trust his interior self. they both have such a focus on control that it is a basis for how they relate to one another, actually, not that they'd exactly put it in those words. for moderation. He knows what it turns into when love has no limits. dan really doesn't trust himself. i think i've hammered that fact down really hard for most of the fic, esp in the convo with frank, but it is the core of his personality. he doesn't trust himself, he thinks of himself as a monster, he thinks of himself as complicit in abuse, he thinks he's a risk to be an abuser in the future. he has a lot of repressed self-hatred and a fairly bad self image. the way he thinks of himself would horrify anyone who loves him, honestly. he doesn't forgive so he can't forgive himself, it's a whole thing.

why i wanted to commentary this scene in particular is bc i think it's one of the only scenes where lucy and dan actually argue with each other. i wanted to show how they navigate that kind of thing, what discord looks like between them, and what comes out in each of them when they're in conflict. they both get manipulative in slightly different ways. lucy tends to go to an "obviously things are x way, have you only just noticed?" as a rhetorical weapon (you see her deploy it in another disagreement with dan later on), which is p obnoxious and feels very youngest sibling of her. dan would rather lose a fight than show a negative emotion he isn't 100% in control of.

i just also feel like u learn a lot about characters when they do things they don't normally do. so lucy & dan don't normally fight, but when they do, u learn more about their base personalities, their reactions, how they navigate their way out of the fight and back to status quo, etc. so i thought this scene did interesting things and i had fun with it, and it also helped me with writing their later scenes as well bc i felt like i had a better handle on their emotional sides.

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ARO/ACE Experiences

Today i am just going to ramble about my experience with identifying and understanding myself as Aromantic and Asexual

for asexual i feel like i’ve identified myself there since i was 13-14? but with that i always said “oh well i’m still young so many those feelings just haven’t sprung up yet” and well now i’m almost 18, the feelings had never came, and the asexual experience is just weird. there’s like so many things like if i say i like [insert character here] all my replies i’ll get is like sexualizing them, and i’m just like “… i like the design… they have a nice face” and it’s whiplash every time pretty much. and then there’s my parents oh boy my parents, my father is not a good person, constantly pestering me to like check girls out, and he just talks about checking people out and stuff like that? and calls me weird when i express i don’t wanna.

now aromantic, i have only identified aromantic for a few months maybe, it’s something i had to really dig down and understand, now basically I have had “crushes” on plenty of people but i guess, it wasn’t really romantic i just have the urge to want to get close with them and just be basically super close and active friends, and completely some queer platonic feelings for people, but nothing really romantic, i mean the ideas of dates sound cool but that’s like, just hanging out with people basically. and kissing is like, i’m not grossed out by seeing people kiss or seeing it on the tv, but i just, i don’t see myself doing and i don’t feel the need or even want to really kiss. my last relationship was quite a lot, red flag galore, but i clearly just didn’t like care as much to do stuff or really talk to them 24/7 every hour of every day (imagine like 1 to midnight calls everyday, no stop) yeah uh that one was actually alittle manipulative. but the thought always lingered “i’m not much for this love and attention but i forced myself for like 2 years to fake it y’know, till i eventually popped. i can go into more depth on that relationship later. but really i started thinking and relating all my attractions have been more of “hey this persons cool” or “i like their vibe” i want to be close to these people, but not like.. a couple, but still dedicated to eachother in a way, it was weird until i read up on queer platonic relationships and i just knew “that’s me”

and that’s my experience so far being aro/ace.

have a nice day - Valen