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leefi · 1 year ago

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The Flower That Bloomed Nowhere Read-through | Part 1: Chapters 1-14

Hi!!!! I've been reading through this webnovel after seeing @ot3's pitch for it and started writing down some thoughts on the characters and worldbuilding and imminent murdering. This story is very, very long and I only reacted up to about chapter 33, so most of my thoughts will involve the worldbuilding and less the murder mystery aspect -- so if you're looking for theorizing you won't find much of that here. Since I'll be continuing eventually, I wanted to post what I did make note of to revisit later!

Most of these are not marked by chapter/section because I was lazy and I'm not sure how easy it will be to follow as a result, but everything is chronological.

everyone here is hijabi mashallah

The visual I'm getting of the solar system/local system/dimension they inhabit is kind of a blend of steampunk and fantasy and uhh some secret third thing. With the walls of their "universe" painted in that puella dollhouse witch lair style. Does the sun bounce around like a screensaver. Does it orbit their earth or is it on a fixed axis flung out into “space”? Does “space” even exist anymore? I’m assuming they’re in an enclosed area that they've created. Do they actively use arcane resources to keep objects (ie star and planets) sustaining themselves, or have they made them self sufficient?

everyone is so mean to Ptolema leave her alone what the fuckk let a bimbo live i want to kill you all you’re so annoying. Ptolema I WOULD be your friend and not ask all these weird ass questions. and we would hold hands and skip and giggle

Yes shes an airhead nepo baby but you guys could try doing anything other than snickering and rolling your eyes whenever she says stupid shit. If she starts arguing back about government war crimes during the Revolution or something then you have my blessing to beat her ass!

I HATE kamsurepa i HATE her i HAYE Her and her stupid ass name

Ran and Su have no chemistry its insane that theyre always hanging out every conversation is like uhhh (awkward silence) (rude comment from Ran) *Su voice* wow she gets me so well. every time they talk im like what the fuck just happened.

Su’s internal narration is too self aware for me. it’s like she talks like she knows she’s a character? or something. it's self-deprecating in a very bizarre way

im sorry i don’t know if i can continue with this. i know too many med students irl and these characters are literally pissing me off. compliments to the author for realism you knocked it out of the park

Oh, thank you very much!" Kam said, reverting back to her smiley-diplomatic form for a moment before stepping away from the counter and continuing as she handed us the cards. "...as far as it seems to me, the desire to reproduce is essentially an immature form of pursuing life-extension - this idea that you'll 'live on through your children' that's patently pseudo-mysticism justifying what is ultimately an animal instinct." ⬇️ I’m going to grab her ginger head and swing her around like bowser in mario 64. SHUT UPPPPP SHUT UP please tell me shes the one that dies

You know," I mused idly, my eyes wandering. "I think this is actually the fourth glass ceiling I've seen today." "Mm, it's true that you don't see a lot of women working in Aetheromancy," ⬇️ I know this is a small nitpick but aren’t we really far into the future why do they keep using terms like this 😭 gendered stuff like this still exists billions? trillions? of years into the future?

Why has the disco elysium skill tree randomly started talking to su. Is this her future self nagging her. Is she pulling a han sooyoung. when do we get to the various utsushikome ego deaths

"prosognostic overlap"…do ppl repeat faces? Are most people cloned at this point? What triggered the need for cloning surely medicine is advanced enough that childbirth or test tube babies are feasible? Can bodies be cloned and reinhabited to inhibit aging? Is there some disturbing psychological element to seeing someone with the same face as you? Does it make your brain short circuit? Kam mentioned having children earlier which I assume means people still give birth or have test tube babies, so i don’t know if it’s the result of cloning…but it does sound like a sameface sort of thing. What else would it be if not that though?

Actually, if they’ve figured out teleportation (whatever it was called when they went up the aetherbridge) - let's say they can atomize a body and reforming it elsewhere (though we don't know for sure yet, could also be a fold in spacetime) - transferring consciousness to an empty clone of yourself (and therefore effectively doing away with aging or death wholesale) sounds a lot more efficient and technologically practical than maintaining an organic system that naturally decays. Why keep on finding ways to push the human body past its limits when you could simply transfer a person to a new, identical vessel?

I feel like the key to immortality isn’t maintaining an organic body, which naturally tends towards systems of entropy (being a biological thing, entropy=decay), but rather delineating and separating human consciousness from its host and replicating its original environment perfectly. I’m not talking about making a copy of consciousness, which is just glorified cloning - I’m talking about *transferring* a consciousness.

You could almost call dementia itself the mind's tendency towards its own kind of entropy?

Though if you transfer a consciousness to a younger body, the dementia issue could still potentially remain. Depends on if it the author sees it as a solely physical phenomena (atrophy/buildup of inhibitors of the brain) or there's some metaphysical anomaly about amassing too many memories/"existing" too long in general

The way spellwork is described is really cool and feels super believable. Optimizing multiple concurrent spells into one “function” is intricate and sophisticated, and you have to dedicate a lot of brainpower to doing the math in your head. It’s like they’re coding the real world. I love the way lurina describes this it's awesome.

#tftbn #woof #the flower that bloomed nowhere

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arxxq · 2 years ago

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PLEASE TAKE A BREAK...

I'm sorry for not posting as much as I did before but starting this year I realised I have alot of work. And I'll be having alot of exams and test this year. I also found out I'll have another exam on the end of July and was informed that I'll be having our qualifying exams on September.

So this headcanon is specially made to student who are troubling with exams and their studies.

Headcanons w/ Itoshi Sae, Isagi Yoichi (might make a part two..? We'll see)

warning, rusty writing!!, Spelling errors

Itoshi Sae:

Sae knows how much your grades can effect you

Because whenever you get a c as an overall mark

You'd start doubting your capabilities

He doesn't like this at all...no matter how much he says it you still continue it

He hates your grading standards

He hates how you always doubt yourself

And he hates how you never rest after an exam

You'd always study nonstop and your breaks are so limited

So one day when he came home from practice

He noticed the lights of the house were off

Sae walked inside the living room to see it dark. The only light available was your study room. Entering it, there he saw you..calculating and writing. The state you were in was terrible. Your eyes had dark circles over them and so many coffee cups were on the table. "Mi amor..?" He called. You flinched and looked away from your work. "Oh sae..you're back already?" He sighed. It seemed like you lost track of time. "It's already evening.." your eyes widened surprised "oh I see" you look back to the table but before you could continue your wrist was stopped. "You haven't taken a break..have you at least eaten?" He asked. "Not yet but I will once I finish-"

"No you won't...I've gotten used to this by now [name].." you looked away from him. "I'm but mad..I know you're scared of failing but sometime you need to take a break too.." he used his fingers to pull your face to look at him. "sometimes even successful people take breaks..like I do, so please just at least eat or sleep for today," sae begged. "Okay...just for today,"

sae knows how much your grades matter, just like him, keeping his title matters alot to him..but even he knows that people have limits..so sometimes it's not so bad to take a break after all..

Isagi Yoichi

Just like you Isagi is a hard worker when it comes to achieving goals

Especially since being the best striker matters to him

But he worries about your health

He knows your grades is something you worry about

He knows you study so hard

And whenever you get an 80 you'd always say a 90 is better!

He knows you have goals to fulfill as well

But he worries how you don't take a break

So when he came to check on you in your apartment

He found it weird that the lights were off

He went to the study room and what he found was shocking

Isagi knocked on your apartment door but what weirded him out was that no one came to open the door. He texted you but it never delivered. Due to worry Isagi opened the door and he was shocked to find it unlocked and was even more caught off guard when the house was dark. He entered the house to search for you and when he opened your bedroom he started to worry. He saw you asleep on the table with a pile of notes. Some were even on the ground. He shook you to wake you up and you did but was surprised when you saw your lover. "Ah yoichi...uh omg! The house I'm sorry I fell asleep while studying and-" "it's fine...but are you okay?" You laughed it off. "Yeah I'm fine.." you replied but based on the way you looked you were clearly not.

Isagi looked at you not convinced. "Okay maybe not but I have to study...tomorrow is the last day of exams and it's my worst subject of all! I can't afford to fail!" Isagi sighed. "You won't..I know so," "but what If I do?! My grades it's important," you say. "But so is your health..love let me ask you..when was the last time you ate?" You looked away ashamed. "When was the last time you slept...?" You didn't reply. "I know your grades matter but your health is important as well...so for today let's just rest okay?" Before you could protest he said something. "As much as you don't want to I promise you it'll be worth it okay... especially since I'm here :)"

so for the whole day, you and Isagi just talked..well you could say that. Isagi loves you and he knows your grades is your top priority but to him your health is much more important than your grades..he knows it's hard for you to rest because you have your goals but Isagi Yoichi knows that sometimes you need to rest..so you can do even better afyerwards

I didn't even know it posted...

Do not steal my works

-sincerely HASINAH

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳aryssa;hasinah #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #bllk fluff #sae itoshi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x you #isagi x reader #yoichi

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fayrinferno · 6 months ago

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Recent animo-mangoid experiences in elderly (a blog post)

In case you forgot I am a huge nerd, I shall remind you with the latest updates to my not insignificant power level. I finished some long-running series and then the curiosity and boredom got the better of me and I watched/read some of which the kids do these days. Here are some haphazard thoughts on all that.

SNK

First of all, I finished what there was to finish of Shingeki no Kyojin and as it was a story I followed for a decade, guess I could say a few parting words. I wanted to say it when the manga ended already but the anime ascertained it: it had a decent ending. A fine ending, especially as far as long-running manga goes. It was pretty realistic; warping your dreams and spitting them out into something lacklustre and problematic like life or something. I'm glad to say some of my favs survived the gruesome ride and got some semblance of happy ending, although things are not perfect. In such a story, I don't think they can or should be. Even standing on the sidelines, I understood the series got quite controversial reputation after the years but I didn't see it that way, personally. Sure, the topics and themes covered were controversial but if you can differentiate between writing about and endorsing something, I guess there's nothing more to talk about.

By the way, back when I was in Japan, I visited a SNK exhibition titled "Shingeki no Kyojin Ten: FINAL". Part of it was a room where you could "hear the sound of the series finale" (reminder this was back in 2019). It was taken quite seriously, we had to enter the room one by one and were forbidden from using phones/cameras there. And we heard some sound... that I guess could be part of one of the final scenes? Anyway, if there was some interest in that, I could put together a post about my visit there, there was some interesting stuff for fans of this series! I have no idea if there is someone who did that already but if someone would like to see that, let me know. I don't think I'll do it on my own accord, anyway.

2. KNY, JJK

Up next, I started some two of the 'shonen big three' of the last few years (as I identified them with my perception of the fandom places I frequent). To see what the fuss is about, obviously. First off, it was Kimetsu no Yaiba, I started watching the anime on Netflix in 2022 and am currently caught up with the anime. This year, I did the same with Jujutsu Kaisen anime. I grouped them cause the experience I had felt somehow similar. First of all, they are both entertaining and enjoyable. You can easily find characters to like. And remind yourself once again of the appeals of battle shonen. It's kinda comfy falling back into old shonen and thinking like, "ah, this is like my baby's first shonen!" While some older people would be like, "*baby's first shonen* is just like this 80s/90s shonen". It never dies and the things that work, work. Anyway, superficial take but the designs of KNY ad JJK work so well (both in their own rights). I can imagine how they fuel fanwork, although I have been too scared until now to check out the tags until I was caught up. I understand KNY is finished and JJK is ending, too. I decided I will stick to the anime for now with KNY and I will catch up with JJK manga that I'm currently reading. And I caught up, five chapters before finale, at a very satisfying point. After that, I'll take a peek into the tags. It's not like I see either work as perfect but I can see how even some of the flaws make it more enjoyable. Survey question for those who've read until here: are you trying to understand the "logic" of the techniques and attacks as they explain it in battle shonen? I feel like I gave up on that, I'm just like, "naruhodo" and I don't even try to wrap my head around it :'D That 6-8 year old who yelled "domain expansion!" in a as he ran by at the swimming pool may actually understand better. I was already shocked that he is watching (or rather, streaming) this in foreign language at his age, then thought about what kind of rating JJK would have... and then I remembered us watching DBZ at an age or not much older than him, tried to remember how violent it was and pondered things like whether the topics in JJK are somewhat heavier anyway although people got holes in their torsos and cleaved in half in DBZ too and how he might as well yelled 'bankai!' or something instead... and yeah, I'm thinking I'm old. But KNY and JJK are still enjoyable haha.

3. HAIKYUU!!

When I was deciding what to watch after this, I was reminded of that volleyball anime called VOLLEYBALL!! that I had started watching in Japan. I think I only got as far as one or two series but I started from there and man, I hadn't expected I would enjoy it so much! This is, hands down, the easiest thing to watch for me from all that is mentioned in this post. If there were 900 episodes out, I would just keep watching it every day after work. Part of it surely is that I played volleyball in middle school/junior high. It felt so nostalgic to reminisce about. We had felt so serious about it too, representing our school, although, since I never continued with in high school, I never got to the more technical volleyball stuff. It still made me miss playing, the atmosphere is depicted SO well. Maybe it's also nostalgic cause my first anime was also a sports anime. And yes, ngl, gimme the cute boys playing sports, getting all emotional about it... it's so pure haha! I'm sure the fandom is not just that but I think I will enjoy the fanworks just as much once I'm caught up. BTW, the new movie surprisingly made it into mainstream cinemas here so yeah, I should watch it soon. It was another thing that made me go 'hmmm' like, I get Ghibli but are the kids actually coming to cinema to see this? Was this a calculated choice on the distributor's side to play this at the major cinemas all over the country; an anime movie that takes place in the middle of a long story and works only so much as a standalone (I assume) if you haven't followed these characters? Whatever the case, I guess anime is becoming more mainstream than ever before. And yup, Haikyuu is turning out to be something close to my kokoro, I would compare it to Yuri on Ice I suppose... (yeah my kokoro has another tiny crack in it now that the movie was cancelled).

4. DUNMESHI

Yep, we come to this one. I heard so many good things about Dungeon Meshi and when I read the synopsis, I was even more intrigued. I tried the manga, then few episodes of the anime, then manga again and I stuck to it and finished it a few weeks back. And yes, BRAVA, Kui-sensei. I had a hunch that this one would work better as a manga and I think it does. It was absolutely refreshing to me! So much brilliant thought that is considered taboo for some reason? And Kui's writing makes you think, "but why (is this taboo if people are like that?)" The art is very good, too. So neat, well-thought out and technically great. The ending felt satisfying to me, too. I have no complaints about this little series. You don't even need to ship anyone; it is funny, intelligent, and enjoyable without all that.

5. THE REMAKES

One last category I wanted to shortly mention are the recently announced remakes. It feels crazy to see Ranma 1/2 getting remade! I caught that, then I caught news of a new Rose of Versailles project?! And then came news of the Rayearth remake??? The first two I guess are something that could have been expected with the popularity of Takahashi and Lady Oscar BUT it was with Rayearth that I realized that anything can happen now. It doesn't mean it has to be good, but it CAN happen (first such shock I remember was the Netflix adaptation of 7SEEDS which was miserable but I am still shook that it even happened). BTW, I never even watched/read Rayearth. I brought the manga from Japan to read it in original because I was always intrigued by it and Clamp (and let's be honest, it was also because it was just a handful of tankobons). I still haven't got around to it but I want to do it before watching it, whether the original or the remake.

#snk #jjk #kny #haikyuu #dunmeshi #ramblings

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Michael Gray- Time Travel Pt2

Thing haven't gone back to normal. Once again I get dressed and head to the Garrison. Michael is already at the bar with Isaiah

"YN hey"

"Hi. You both want a drink?"

"We'll have a beer each" Isaiah says

"Sure" I walk around the bar and start pouring them both a drink

"So where are you from?"

"Long way away" I say still so confused to how I'm here

"Ok?" Michael frowns "tell us about yourself"

"There's not much to say really. Well other than I think I've been reading about illnesses to much and now I think I'm the only who's ill" both Isaiah and Michael look at each other. I close my eyes and take a breath "sorry, I'm not good at meeting new people especially people I've heard about"

"I see. So you've heard of us then?" Michael smirks at me

"You could say that"

"So what we're you doing before you came to Small Heath?"

"Oh I was writing a paper about metal health and medicine"

"So people in the asylums" Isaiah frowns

"Yeah m, but where I come from that's frowned upon"

"Where's that then?"

"You wouldn't know" I hand Michael and Isaiah their drinks

"Are you still writing your paper?"

"I should be yeah, but I'm having a bit of writers block"

"Let us know if there's is anything we can do to help"

"Thanks" I watch the men walk into the back room leaving me alone. Will I ever get back to modern day or am I stuck here? I think to myself.

Days go by and I come to the conclusion that I'm stuck here in the 1920s. I walk into the Garrison feeling down

"YN, Tommy wants to see you in the back room" Harry tells me

"Oh ok" I frown and walk into the backroom. I knock the door and wait for Tommy to say

"Come in" I walk into the room nervously

"You asks to see me?"

"Michael tells me that your writing a paper on the brain"

"Errm yeah"

"The war fucked us all up. Fucked us up in the head. Can you help"

"Errm maybe, a little" I shrug "I'm focusing more on the asylums and how their forms of treatment aren't acceptable"

"How so?" Tommy nods to an empty chair. I sit down next to Michael

"Well PTSD is a real illness. As you call it, being fucked in the head, but you don't have to take hard drugs. Therapy work, not water therapy, or electric chair therapy, or what other forms of torture they do"

"So what do you suggest?" Arthur asks me crossing his arms over his chest

"Talking about what scares you, about what happened during the war. Finding ways to deal with it in a healthy way. Where I come from we have therapists, they help with helping the way you think. It's worth looking into"

"Huh. What else do you need to write about?" John now asks

"Well how drugs can effect the body and the mind. Cocaine, snow, they can actually make your PTSD worse. Men and woman are being put in these asylums for the silliest things. 80% of woman suffer with something called postpartum depression, they have to hide this because they are 'crazy' it's, it's..."

"Crazy" Tommy says for me

"Yes" I sigh "you keep asking me where I'm from and the truth is I'm from the year 2023. I'm at university studying to be a psychiatrist. I have a book about you guys, The Peaky Blinders and I was reading it before I fell asleep and now I'm in the year 1920 something" Tommy and his brothers frown at me confused "I know now I sound like I'm the one who needs to see a therapist, but the truth is I just want to go back home" the room is silent for some time

"Ok. I've got a deal then. You answer my questions and I'll answer yours"

"Errm ok"

"If your from the future, tell me, do we ever get caught for our illegal business?"

"Yes, yes you do" I sadly say to the man. I mean they're bad people, but over the last few days I've been able to see a side of them that's sweet.

I spend my evening chatting to the Blinders learning so much from them about what's going on in their heads. I answer their questions about their future.

I go to bed that night with a smile on my face.

When I wake up I'm on the couch with The Peaky Blinders book in my hand. I look around my room and everything is back to normal. I jump off the couch and find my phone on the coffee table. It's the day after I fell asleep. I quickly have a shower and get dressed before heading to the coffee shop where Emma is working

"Morning YN. Your hear early. Coffee?"

"Yes. Please" I stand at the counter top as Emma brings my coffee over to me. The bell rings and Emma looks up

"It's the guy again. 2 days in a row. Just go and speak with him" I roll my eyes and turn around but bump onto someone

"I am so so sorry" I gasp grabbing some napkins off the counter. Finally I look up at the stranger, he looks exactly like Michael Gray. Weird

"No it's my fault. Came up a little to close. I'm Michael Grey" I frown at the man

"Do you so happen the be related to the Peaky Blinder Michael Grey?" I ask

"Yeah" the man chuckles "he's actually my great grandfather"

"No way"

"You know about him"

"Yeah" I laugh "I've read up on the Peaky Blinders. It's almost as if I knew them personally"

"Would you like to grab a coffee? My treat"

"Sure" I smile and turn back around to ask for Emma to make us a drink. She gives me a wink before getting to work.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #john shelby #arthur shelby #tommy shelby #michael grey imagines #michael grey x oc #micheal gray #michael grey x reader #michael gray x reader #michael grey x y/n #michael gray

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granvarones · 1 year ago

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The history of Hip-Hop collaborations is a tale of unity, innovation, and the creation of musical magic that transcend genres, push artistic boundaries and amplify diverse voices. The late '80s and early '90s marked the golden era of Hip-Hop, that is when collaborations began to flourish. During this period, artists recognized the potential of crossing genre lines. From Chaka Khan's 1984 electro-funk hit, "I Feel For You," featuring Melle Mel, to the legendary Run-DMC joining forces with Aerosmith for "Walk This Way" in 1986, and lastly, Jody Watley's 1989 groundbreaking multi-format hit "Friends" with Eric B. & Rakim, demonstrated the genre's crossover potential and futurehood.

By 1997, Hip-Hop's dominance on crossover radio was becoming more pronounced, and women Emcees were sonically expanding the genre. Lil Kim scored one of the year's biggest hits with Missy Elliot, Angie Martinez, Da Brat, and Left Eye’s "Ladies Night." Foxy Brown landed in the pop top 10 with her featured hit, "I'll Be." Missy Elliot, and Da Brat set radio on fire with "Sock It To Me." Another notable collaboration shook the table when it arrived in December 1997.

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"Girlfriend," featuring singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Me'Shell Ndegeocello was one of the standout tracks on Brooklyn-born Queen Pen's debut album, "My Melody." Released a year after her feature on BLACKstreet’s 1996 blockbuster hit "No Diggity," the album included the forever jam, "A Party Ain't A Party." But Queen Pen's ode to same-sex attraction, "Girlfriend," garnered a write-up in a January 1998 New York Times article, "A Feisty Female Rapper Breaks A Hip-Hop Taboo." Whew, that title didn't age well, huh?

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"Girlfriend" was a reinterpolation of Me'Shell Ndegeocello's 1993 single "If That's Your Boyfriend (He Wasn't Last Night)." Featured on her boundary-pushing debut album, "Plantation Lullabies," which explored identity, sexuality, race, and gender, "Boyfriend" with its braggadocious fusion of Funk, R&B, and Hip-Hop, addressed sex and infidelity. Queen Pen's reimagination, which included vocals by Ndegeocello, had the lyrics "I be the one that your main squeeze be diggin', Pull you out your closet, sex so wicked,” and flipped the song's hook to "If that's your girlfriend, she wasn't last night, yes, I had your girlfriend."

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"Girlfriend" rocked Hip-Hop. It was a bold statement about bodily autonomy, sexual desire, and unapologetic queerness. Released just months after Ellen DeGeneres' historic coming out, "Girlfriend" sparked conversations about LGBTQ identity within the world of Hip-Hop, and questions about Queen Pen's identity emerged. When asked in a 1998 interview if she was or was not lesbian, Pen stated: "I'm a female rapper. I couldn't even go out of my way to pick up a new form of discrimination. People are waiting for this 'Hip-Hop Ellen' to come out of the closet. I'd rather be a mystery for a minute."

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"Girlfriend" would also get Queen Pen caught in the middle of a longstanding beef between Queen Latifah and Foxy Brown. In 1998, Foxy unleashed "Talk to Me," a diss track that included a barrage of homophobic remarks aimed at Latifah and Queen Pen. This resulted in a physical confrontation when Queen Pen ran into Brown at the 1998 music convention in Las Vegas. The beef was eventually squashed during a panel at the 2006 Hip-Hop Summit.

Queen Pen would take a three-year break from music before releasing her 2001 sophomore album. Me'Shell Ndegeocello continued to release critically acclaimed and thought-provoking albums, including my personal fave, "Bitter."

More than 25 years after the release of "Girlfriend," Women in Hip-Hop continue to push boundaries and redefine bodily autonomy, sex positivity, and sexuality as solo artists and as part of collabos. Perhaps Queen Pen was on to something when in 1998, she stated, "Two or three years from now, people will say Queen Pen was the first female to bring the lesbian life to light on wax."

#granvarones #gay #queer #latinx #storytelling #lgbtqia #1990s hip hop #queen pen #meshell ndegeocello #Youtube

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pedgito · 2 years ago

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Hey! I'm very awkward when it comes to requesting stuff but I'm shooting my idea and if you decide to write it, awesome, if not, I'll still adore you and your work. Anyway, what about a reader that's always been kinda there and around but Eddie never noticed her. Maybe she lives in the trailer park as well and one day Wayne orders Eddie to help out neighbors with something and Eddie gets surprised by her existence or something...

I dunno, I just like the "falling for someone who was already there all the time" trope...

Thanks xx

author’s note: this has full fic potential and i love it, but enjoy what little drabble my brain could handle. <3

cw: sfw, neighbors/meet-cutes, set in 86, reader and eddie run in different circles, wayne is such a dad he can’t help it, this isn’t really fluffy exactly, but it’s very sweet

word count: 2k

Living near the Munson’s had always been, for a better lack of words, eventful. You move in six years prior, the world being ushered into a new era of the 80s, a quaint but rundown neighborhood that looked normal, and a new school to throw yourself into, again—your parents were also never really home.

So, as a result, you’d learn to care for yourself. It wasn’t their fault—things were tough, money needed to be made, and you were at the perfect age to manage keeping yourself alive and fed, regardless if it was done in a justifiable or acceptable manner. And the neighbors were nice—most of them, at least.

You’d learned pretty quickly that it was a place for the older residents of Hawkins, men and women in their late 50s alongside a couple small families—a young woman with a small toddler, another family of four, and right next door; an older gentleman and his son.

You never spoke to him, not once. Wayne, the older man in question, only finally spoke to you when he caught you outside on an early morning taking out the trash, parents having already left for the day.

He worked nights, so he had just come home from a very long shift, a cigarette perched upon his lips. He was nice, polite—but obviously exhausted.

“You alright, kid?” He asks suddenly, though his voice is calm.

He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you were almost always on your own, driveway empty of cars or even a bike, leaving you chasing down the bus or walking to school most mornings.

You shrug honestly, offering a small smile.

“I’m managing.” You tell him, meaning it. “Thanks for asking.”

After that, it becomes a regular thing. Wayne checks up on you when he can, quick and fleeting conversations in the early mornings when the sun is just starting to come up.

You learn that his son isn’t actually his son, rather his nephew. He’s a couple years older then, trudging his way through the beginnings of a tumultuous freshman year—and you don’t see him often, only by coincidence in the halls where he doesn’t even glance your way.

He’s awkward, tall and lanky, hair in the weird stage of being too long and too short all at once—he’s probably growing it out, you think. It’s a wild next of curls that is nothing a brush couldn’t fix, but it didn’t seem like he owned one. Eddie, that is.

Wayne calls him Edward when he’s mad, coming home too late, being loud when he’s so desperately trying to sleep—you can hear all of it, the walls of your trailer are so thin that nothing is safe.

And life is busy; those six years pass in a breeze, but things are still the same. You’ve never spoken a word to Eddie, your parents are still gone most of the time, if not more now that you’re of age, and Wayne still looks as tired as before, though less buried under the weight of scourging for cash.

Eddie must have some type of job, or something—and he’s extremely loud, always playing with his guitar on the weekends when he’s home, amp placed under the bedroom window adjacent to yours. It’s not like you can really complain, it’s broad daylight, most people are out living their lives, but you’re stuck at home.

He can sing, you’ll give him that. So, it’s not all bad.

He drives too, a clunky piece of junk as Wayne calls it, but to Eddie, it’s his beloved. Wayne almost offers to ask Eddie if he’ll give you lifts to school, but you’re adamant in your refusal.

“I like walking, it’s fine.” You assure him. “I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Boy’s like my son, he’ll do it if I ask.” Wayne says, eyes flicking up toward Eddie’s bedroom, his shadow crossing the window. “You two would get along, you know.”

“I dunno,” You disagree, “we don’t exactly run in similar crowds.”

Wayne makes a noise, a small huff of acknowledgment.

“He’s struggling,” Wayne admits, “on his third try at graduating and I’m starting to think it’d be easier to pull him out and help him get his GED.”

You knew that much—Eddie should’ve graduated already, yet he was still stuck at the same lunch table for those following years, preaching to young minds of the susceptible D&D nerds.

“Maybe—“ You agree, but Wayne quickly cuts you off.

“Hey, you’re smart,” Wayne assumes, but he’s seen the textbooks you’ve brought home, levels above the classes Eddie takes, “got good grades?”

“Mostly A’s,” You admit, “m’trying to get into a good college and AP classes look good on paper.”

Wayne thinks for a moment, falling silent as he flicks the ashes away from his cigarette, “Think you can do me a solid?”

And Wayne’s never steered you wrong, even offering you dinner when your parents forget to buy groceries for the week, making sure your belly is just as full as his. He constantly grumbles about how careless you parents were, similar to Eddie’s—you never pried on that matter, feeling like it was none of your business.

“I can try.”

“How do you feel about tutoring Eddie?” He asks curiously, “He’s a good kid, I swear—he just can’t focus for shit.”

“I…don’t know.” You reply wearily, “I don’t think he wants to take that stuff seriously—“

“He does, he does,” Wayne insists, “it’s hard for him to learn in that type of setting, I think he needs the one on one. I understand if you don’t want to, I just think it might be worth tryin’.”

Wayne senses your hesitance.

“I’m sorry for asking, you don’t have to—“

“I will,” You respond quickly, not harping on it any longer, “I mean, I can.”

And maybe this was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, but you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try.

You knock on the trailer door a couple days later, in the earlier hours on a Saturday morning, a book clutched to your chest and a tired smile on your face—but when the door opens, you’re not met with the same expression.

If anything, it’s surprise that’s riddling his face.

Wayne must not have said anything, which is just as mortifying.

“Who—“ Eddie stops himself, eyeing you carefully, “are you—don’t I have a class with you?”

You nod slowly, “Econ, yeah.”

“How do you know where I live?” Eddie asks, though he doesn’t sound offended, more amused if anything. “Did Dustin put you up to this?”

Henderson was a little shit, you knew that much—but you’d never spoken a word to him either.

“Eddie,” He’s just as shocked you know his name, eyes raking over your carefully, “I live next door.”

Eddie’s brows furrow, door cleaning open to peek at the trailer beside him, gaze quickly flicking back toward you. And suddenly it’s all clicking in his head, though slowly.

“You must be the reason I have to make an extra plate of dinner, right?” Eddie asks with a soft smile.

Whatever earlier assumptions you had about him dissipated into nothing, melted by the grin on his face and the subtle dimple in his cheek.

“It’s not my doing—Wayne worries about me.” You tell him, hoping he’ll understand. “Food’s good though, better than what I could make.”

Eddie widens the door silently, without question really, allowing you to step inside. It’s as barren as it is cluttered, random knick knacks on the shelves, counters, but devoid of trash.

“Wait, holy shit—you’re friend’s with Buckley, aren’t you?”

It’s startling, but you nod. You were—also in band with her, along with a long list of extracurriculars—why that one stood out the most to him, you’d never understand. You weren’t even aware Eddie knew you existed.

“Sort of,” You land on, “We’ve got a lot of classes together.”

And as if you weren’t already taken off-guard, Eddie speaks again.

“You play…trumpet?” He asks, snapping his fingers in celebration when you nod. “And piano?”

“How do you—no one knows that.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, genuinely confused, “I saw you playing a couple months ago—I was on the way to Hellfire and you were by yourself, I thought you were practicing for something—“

“You watched me play?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah, yeah—you’re really fuckin’ good.” Eddie admits, “It’s not really my style but I love music, so—“

And he’s mentally beating himself up over not recognizing you sooner, feeling like a complete ass.

“Well, I don’t know if Wayne told you, but he asked me to help tutor you.” You explain, “I get it you want to kick me out, I’m just trying to do good by your uncle, you know?”

Eddie shrugs carelessly, “We can try, but I’m not promising it’ll help.”

“Are you sure you have the time?” You ask, knowing his weekends were usually occupied by something a lot more distracting and loud. “No guitar practice today?”

Eddie snorts at that, “Shit, yeah—I’m sorry about that.”

“I’ve listened to it for six years, I’m used to it.”

Eddie gawks at that, feeling even worse.

“Hey, it’s fine—I wouldn’t notice me either.”

He smiles slightly, “It’s not that.”

You plead with him silently, following him to the small table tucked in the corner of his trailer, two chairs on either side.

“Kinda thought you were a ghost, honestly—“ Eddie admits, “or just like, figment of my imagination.”

You scrunch your nose in confusion, taking a seat across from him.

“I swear I’ve never seen you around here—that’s mostly my fault, I’m not home often.” Eddie tells you, “but I remembered your face when I’d see you at school, didn’t know your name—I mean, I still don’t but—“

You snort softly, offering him your name with a quiet interjection. He nods knowingly, grin growing wider.

“I feel like an asshole for not realizing you’ve been my neighbor for that long—Wayne always talked about you, kind of in passing, but I never thought anything of it.”

“I’m not offended, Eddie.” You tell him, hoping he’d understand.

And it’s not that Eddie didn’t remember your face, he just couldn’t believe it was real, that you were real. He could’ve sworn you didn’t exist at all, like he’s been making you up in his mind.

“Can we make a deal?” Eddie asks suddenly.

“Depends.” You counter, smile pulling at your face.

“If this works, will you teach me some stuff on the piano?”

Eddie was the definition of never judging someone at first glance, his interesting style contrasting his personality in the best ways. He’s always came off as dark, pensive, similar to his uncle in the way he always had a cigarette between his lips or a scowl on his face.

“If this works—sure.” You agree with ease.

“God, I feel like a total ass.” Eddie admits, slamming his fist against the table softly, “Six years, are you sure?”

“It’s not for lack of trying, Eddie.” You tell him, “If I wanted to be noticed you would’ve known. I’m really good at blending in, unfortunately.”

It still doesn’t change how he feels.

“Besides, you never realize how much people reveal about themselves when they don’t know you’re around.” You add shyly, eyes connecting with him briefly.

Eddie laughs slightly, leaning forward to flip the textbook open.

“We can circle back to that,” Eddie teases, “I won’t forget.”

There’s not a day that passes following where Eddie hasn’t wedged himself into your existence, determined to discover everything that he’s missed out on.

And it’s startling how much you like him, the fact of him being right out of reach for so long—it’s bittersweet.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 2 years ago

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So I was saving this 2022 yearly review after being mentioned by @therealmofamorus for when the year was actually done.

I also wanted to say somethings before we get to that, if you all don't mind me getting a bit serious for a bit.

I... was very disappointed with what I did in 2022. Or rather what I DIDN'T do. I barely posted anything, barely wrote anything, barely got any work done for all of my wonderful followers.

And I am sorry.

I am so, SO sorry.

I don't know what else to say...

I know I'm suppose to treat writing as something fun do or just a hobby... but I really let myself down with what little work I got done.

I am not good at managing free time at all. I constantly have ideas on things to write, but just never really sat down and did it this year. Mainly due to lack of drive to spend the time actually writing them down, as well as spending TOO much time on projects trying to make them exactly as I see them in my head, which just never really works out and then I get annoyed by it.

...And I'm honestly just a lazy person.

I hate to say it, but I am. And I hate that about myself. Because it also affects how I interact with others online as well. I want to talk to more people and interact with their amazing posts and writings, I just don't ever work up the courage or drive to.

So!!! After this year with such little writing and basically not interacting with people online, I'm going to do my best to change. I at least want to get 2-4 asks or 1 big writing project done a week, and that the goal I'm starting with. I'll try not to be spending as much time stressing over getting everything perfect on something, without my writing quality going down.

Hopefully I do more, but I'm starting small. I want to get back into making content for you all to enjoy at least a little bit.

I hope I can stick to it and I also hope that I can do some more things this year on a personal level that I won't dive into right now. Just please keep being patient with me everyone.

So with that stuff off my chest now, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! And here is my 2022 year on tumblr.

I posted 535 times in 2022

334 posts created (62%)

201 posts reblogged (38%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@howlingday

@madmanwonder

@jace-the-writer-guy

@therealmofamorus

I tagged 533 of my posts in 2022

#ask - 274 posts

#sfw - 239 posts

#reblog - 196 posts

#headcanons - 175 posts

#anonymous - 173 posts

#rwby - 168 posts

#non sfw - 110 posts

#character headcanons - 97 posts

#jaune arc - 91 posts

#relationship headcanons - 82 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#i still remember getting my ds with pokemon diamond the day diamond was released

My Top Posts in 2022:

Pyrrha's ass looks real great in those grey sweatpants, wouldn't you agree Jaune?

Jaune had long forgotten about doing his own share of chores. He had just come inside, after he finished shoveling snow out of their driveway, and just took off the last piece of his warm winter clothes when he caught a glimpse of one amazing sight.

His wife, the champion Pyrrha Nikos, folding their laundry while watching TV. She stood in their living room, in leisure wear, nonchalantly folding shirts, and not paying much mind to her husband's staring.

The reason for his staring was actually her leisure wear. Pyrrha had on just a plain gray sweatshirt with Beacon's symbol on it. it was rather baggy and thick, so it did well to hide the tone, killer body Jaune knew she had.

Her lower half though was much less obscuring. She still only had on plain gray sweatpants. However, the sweatpants were only baggy around the legs. Around Pyrrha's ass, even the loose gray fabric couldn't hide how plump and firm her rear looked. The fabric suddenly got much, much tighter. Jaune could also see just where her crack separated both cheeks into two smooth looking pillows.

Two big, smooth, looking pillows.

Two big, smooth, soft looking pillows.

That also looked very, very inviting to Jaune.

Jaune moved forward subconsciously. He didn't even realize that he had reached out his hand until it grabbed a handful of Pyrrha's plump ass. It was just firm enough to not sag, but soft enough to squeeze for the whole night. His hand now full of soft fabric and ass, as well as Pyrrha's stifled squeaky moan snapped him back to reality. "J-Jaune! W-what's this for?"

"Just... amazed..."

Pyrrha lowered the folded shirt in her hands back down to waist height. "Amazed by what?"

Jaune's hand let go of Pyrrha's champion tier ass, after an internal struggle in Jaune, and slid up Pyrrha's side. His hand traveled around her waist more when he was halfway up her body, moving to rest on her stomach while he brought his other hand around her on the other side, hugging her closely. "By how a boring, average joe like me got to marry a goddess of a woman like you."

Pyrrha's earlier surprise faded and was replaced with an affection she only held for her husband. He could say the most touching things sometimes. And out of nowhere was a wonderful surprise to her day~.

Pyrrha dropped the shirt into the basket at her feet and rested her hands on Jaune's. "That's very sweet of you Jaune~. Now, what pray tell, brought this up?"

It was Jaune's turn to get a bit embarrassed. "Just... wanted to tell you that."

"Oh? And it didn't have anything to do with you staring at my butt for five minutes~?"

Jaune winced and rested his forehead against the back of Pyrrha's head. "Y-you noticed huh?"

Pyrrha hummed melodically and closed her eyes. She pushed her butt back just a little bit, right into Jaune's crotch. "I need to be pretty observant to be a champion fighter. Buuuut it's not like it was hard to notice. You were just standing there after coming inside for almost five whole minutes, not doing anything. That, and I know how much you love these sweatpants on me~."

Jaune let out a steady breath as he felt Pyrrha push her ass against him. It took a lot of willpower not to let go of his hug and go back to squeezing her rear. "Well, can you blame me? What's not to love?"

Pyrrha giggled at that. Another cheesy line that made her heart soar~. "I guess you're right. Even I know my ass looks great in these~. And I know for a fact you really do love them~."

"Oh yeah? How's that Pyr?"

"Oooooh, you know." Pyrrha took her hand off of Jaune's and moved it behind her, right between her ass and his crotch. Her hand, palm facing towards Jaune, closed down around something of Jaune's. Something long, hard, and very, very big. And as the very big thing in her hand pulsed once under her grasp and Jaune's breath hitched from desire, she knew it was real. A sly smirk made its way onto Pyrrha's lips. "The same way I know you aren't just a 'boring, average joe~.'" Pyrrha lifted her head back just a tad and then leaned it back past Jaune's head, turning it to face her husband. "But for now, kiss me~."

Jaune smiled, feeling complete and fulfilled. He couldn't want anything more in life than the woman in his arms. "As my goddess commands~."

119 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

Can we get some more Ace Ops Jaune being seduced by his teammates? I really enjoyed that AU!

Elm

“Oi Jaune. How much do you weigh again?”

Jaune paused in taking a swig from his water bottle and glanced over at Elm. They were both in the Atlas Academy gym, dressed in their usual workout attires. He had just finished running a few miles and was taking a break when Elm popped that question. Jaune pulled his lips off of the bottle and swallowed the water in his mouth to answer her. “Uuuuuh like... 170 pounds. 180 maybe. Why?”

Elm just continued to focus on wrapping some bindings around her hands, but she did respond absently. “No reason. But that’s like... 200ish with all of your gear right?”

“Yeeeeah... I guess so.”

“Okay then.” Elm clenched her fists to make sure that her bindings were good to go, then moved over to one of the nearby weight bars. After looking at the weight on it, she nodded to herself and picked up two weight plates, adding them to both sides of the bar. Jaune could see that they were both 50 pounds. And judging by what was already on the bar when she went over, Jaune had to guess the bar now weighed at least 200 pounds. Maybe even 250.

Elm smiled to herself and glanced over at Jaune, who was still sitting down on a bench and still staring at her. Their eyes locked and Elm felt a small rush go through her chest as she grabbed the bar from underneath with both of her hands.

With little effort, Elm lifted the bar up and began curling it. All with perfect form, no shaking in her body, and all with a confident smile and seductive look directed right at Jaune. She subtly licked her lips as she saw his eyes widen and cheeks grew red. She confidently said, "Guess this means I wouldn’t have any trouble holding you up huh Little Knight~?. But let me know if you wanna test it out personally~.” and sent an air kiss and a wink his way for good measure. All without breaking her form.

Jaune just looked away from his senior teammate and covered his face from her view with his water bottle. He still wasn’t used to her teasing, but he was very happy that they were the only ones in the gym. His baggy shorts did little to hide the slight bulge in them.

Harriet

Harriet sent a quick right jab towards Jaune’s head. She slipped it past his raised forearms that he was trying to block with. Her gloved knuckles collided with his right eye, which made him recoil back. Thankfully they had aura otherwise he’d probably have a black eye. Jaune was even more thankful she didn’t have her exoskeleton arms, otherwise it’d also probably be a cracked eye socket.

Jaune’s head snapped back from the blow and he stepped back with one foot, trying to regain his balance. Harriet wasn’t going to let her opening pass by however. She quickly jumped at the man in front of her. Almost in slow motion, Harriet turned her body in midair to land with her thighs on Jaune’s shoulders, her crotch, which was only covered by some white athletic shorts, was less than an inch from Jaune’s face. Harriet’s momentum from her jump forced Jaune to take a few more steps back, pushing him even farther across the mat they were sparring on.

A brief pause came across the two. Harriet glanced down at Jaune, whose upper half was leaning backwards at quite a big angle. Jaune’s eyes reopened after he closed them to avoid the hit he thought Harriet was going to dish out after she jumped at him. They looked at each other for a moment, then Harriet smirked deviously and finished her move.

She spun herself around Jaune’s head and flung him down to the mat in one smooth motion. She rolled with him as his body hit the ground and immediately rushed to get back above him. She got above him, cocking her arm back while she kneeled above him. She was completely ready to rain down the blows when Jaune raised his head up and yelled out, “I yield!” from beneath her.

The female Ace Op let out a short sigh and lowered her arm. Seeing the incoming punch go away, Jaune dropped his head back down and let out his own sigh. “Man... today is not my day.”

Harriet rested her elbow on her raised knee. “Hey, that was only the fifth match today. And you landed some good hits on me.”

“Still my fifth loss though.”

“Yeah yeah, and soon you’ll get your first win, so don’t beat yourself up about it.” She smirked and leaned over Jaune more so she could really look down on him. “That’s my job.” To emphasize her point, she jutted her thumb towards her smirking face.

“Ha ha. Can you let me up now Harriet?”

“Hmmmm... I dunno~.” Harriet dropped her one one she had probed up, so that she was now on both of her knees. And straddling Jaune’s chest. As Jaune’s face lit up like a fire Dust crystal, Harriet sat her butt down right on his chest, her firm cheeks squishing down on his hard chest. And she totally didn’t grind down on him. “I kinda like how you look under me~.” Jaune just shut his eyes tightly and looked away from her, his face totally red. He couldn’t even retort, he was so flustered.

Turns out he didn’t need to as Harriet started laughing out loud. “Haha no need to get so shy! I’m just messing with you Rookie! Come on,” Harriet stood up, still above Jaune, and offered her hand down to him. “Get off the floor. I think we’ve sparred enough for today.”

Jaune glanced back above him and saw the hand. After a moment of hesitation, he accepted it and the smaller woman yanked him up to his feet with surprising ease. He hopped back a step when he got to his feet, definitely not to back up from the woman in front of him.

But Harriet still seemed amused all the same. She placed a hand on her hip as she said, “How about you finish the workout with some leg stuff? You still need to get the base a bit stronger.”

“S-sure Harriet... Thanks.” Jaune quickly took the opportunity to turn around and hide his still reddened cheeks.

Harriet watched Jaune the entire time he walked away and towards some of the workout equipment nearby. She also took a few glances at his ass while she did so. ‘I’ll never get tired of kicking that ass~’

133 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

5 rwby ships reactions to Jaune having his towel drop by accident after exiting the shower

I'm going to have to start using a spinner app for these haha. There are too many ships to choose from for me!

Arcwitch (Glynda x Jaune)

*Light pink rises to her cheeks and the lenses of her glasses turn white, hiding her staring* "Mr. Ar- Jaune... Please cover yourself up."

Willow Knight (Willow x Jaune)

*Sips from wine bottle* "Lucky me~."

Lancaster (Ruby x Jaune)

*Atomic blush*

Arkos (Pyrrha x Jaune)

*Blush* "U-um J-Jaune... Your towel." *Covers her eyes and points, but peeks through her fingers*

At the Stake / Grimm Knight (Salem x Jaune)

*Sits down and looks at him like she's appraising a piece of art* "What a lovely specimen~."

How did the spinner work out? And is this format okay?

161 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

jaune sempai au) ruby learns that jaune's big brother instincts can be exploited for hugs. and she also learns jaune gives the best hugs. she might have most of the female (and a good portion of the male) population after her now but she's very happy with her discovery

"Jaaaaaaaaaauuuuuune!"

Jaune swallowed the food that was in his mouth and looked over from his seat in the cafeteria to where his name was being called. And the voice calling him was slowly getting closer and subsequently louder. He smiled as he saw a mass of black and red bolting towards him quickly, but not as quickly as he knew she could. The smile on her face let him know nothing was wrong, and it was good news.

Jaune returned her smile and spun around on the bench to fully face her as she reached him. "Hey Ruby, nice to see you in such a good mood today. Is there any particular reason why?"

Jaune pulled his head back in surprise as a sheet of paper was thrust in front of it. An emerald green "98%: A" in the top right corner was the first thing his eyes saw on it.

"Me and Weiss got an A on Professor Oobleck's essay that we handed in yesterday!"

"That's great to hear Ruby! But it's 'Weiss and I'."

Ruby tilted her head to the side just a tad, confusion in her innocent silver eyes. "You and Weiss what?"

Weiss's top half poked out from behind Ruby, almost out of nowhere. "Don't trouble yourself too much with that Mr. Arc. I've been trying to improve her grammar since the first week of Beacon." Weiss stepped out from behind Ruby as she finished speaking, arms crossed and an icy expression resting on her face.

Ruby turned to fully face her partner. "My grammar is fine! You're just nitpicky! But anyways, Jaune!" Ruby turned back to her upperclassman of two years. "I worked really hard on this essay, do you think I could get a reward?!"

Jaune blinked a few times. That was certainly an... unexpected request from her. 'But... I mean she did do well on her essay, and she can't really want something too insane from me right?' "Uh suuuure Ruby. Uh... what did you have in mind as a reward?"

At this, Ruby's excitement actually diminished a little as she became rather nervous. "C-can I have another hug?"

Several loud snaps were heard as several people around the trio turned their heads to face them, Weiss included as she looked at partner in shock at her request.

"Uh sure, no problem." Jaune was the only one that didn't seem affected by her request, not seeming to find it strange at all. Jaune swung his legs over to the other side of the bench and stood up. As he stood up to his full height, almost a foot taller than the younger girl, and opened his arms casually to offer a hug to her.

Ruby smiled and darted into his arms, her semblance activating and a flurry of rose petals spawned behind her as she rushed into Jaune's arms.

Jaune wasn't even moved by the red and black girl rushing into his chest like a missile, but did wrap his arms around her back, giving her the same kind of hug he'd given to his family members for years. Firm and tightly, but not squeezing her.

Ruby felt the strong arms wrap around her and immediately did the same as she felt herself start to melt into his hug. Even Yang and her Dad didn't give hugs as great as this! It was so comforting and warm! She just... loved it!

"Heeeeeee~..."

She didn't even care about the content, dream sigh sneaking out of her as she smiled blissfully. Bubbles and sparkles started to float around her as well.

"Uhhh Ruby? You okay?"

Ruby's eyes snapped open as she looked up to see a curious look on Jaune's face. And just like that, the sparkles vanished, the bubbles popped, and her own little heavenly moment ended.

Ruby pulled away, embarrassed at how she'd acted. Although her cheeks were for a bit more than just that. "Y-yeah! Tooootally cool! Like mega cool! ...Well by Jaune!"

Without any more words to say, Ruby took off in her signature flurry of petals and vanished from everyone's sight. The sound of the cafeteria door shutting and the trail of petals let all the room's occupants know where she went.

Weiss sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "What. A. Dolt." With a deep inhale, she looked back to Jaune and did a slight nod to him. "I apologize Mr. Arc, but I need to go follow my partner. I need to make sure she works on her other assignments tonight. Good day."

Jaune just waved goodbye to the girl in white as she turned and walked away with her usual perfect posture. After she left, Jaune turned back around and went back to sitting at the cafeteria table again.

As he went back to eating his lunch, Jaune completely missed some of the reactions that had occurred throughout the rest of the student body in the cafeteria.

There were several faces of envy, and a few smiling at how cute the interaction was. However, there were a couple more... notable reactions though.

Yang was staring in shock at the upperclassman. How did her shy, dorky, little sister manage to get a hug from the cute, popular third year like it was nothing?!

Pyrrha was also staring at him, though more in harmless surprise than anything. She simply asked him for a hug? Could it really be that easy?

And Joan? ... Joan's reaction included gritting teeth and pushing her fork so hard into her plate that the prongs began to bend. But she totally wasn't jealous! She... just thought that he should go around hugging people to carefree like that! Yeah! Hugs like that should only be for people you're really close to! Like family members!

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166 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Has Jaune's harem ever thrown him a rainbow party?

A bit of a long Jaune x Harem lemon ahead. Haven’t posted something like this in a while so I hope you all enjoy it!

Pyrrha slowly dragged her green lips up Jaune shaft and pulled off his cock, a disappointed groan coming from Jaune. Left behind near the last two to three inches of his cock was a stack of lipstick marks around his dick. A new green ring was at the top of the stack, a shade of green that matched the color of her lipstick. The other colors of rings in the stack after the green one included red, white, yellow, orange, black, purple, and magenta.

“Hehe, we sure have,” Pyrrha stood up and moved out of the way so the next girl could take her place between Jaune’s legs, that being the dark skinned beauty Emerald. “And are currently doing another one~.”

Emerald smiled smugly as she put her hands on Jaune’s knees to keep them spread open and rubbed them lovingly. She slowly used her tongue to get her lips wet. She was wearing dark brown lipstick and wanted to make sure her own ring would be visible too.

She was also pretty excited for her turn finally. After almost 20 minutes of waiting and watching all of the other girls blow their shared boyfriend, she was just about to snap. But now his dick was all hers. And the whole reason that she opted to go last was about to happen.

She’s the one that gets to let him cum~.

Emerald brought her dark lips to the tip of Jaune’s cock and gave it a quick kiss. It twitched under her warm lips and Emerald smiled against the rigid head. The dick really never lied, she supposed~. And it must really like all the attention it has been getting today~.

Emerald slowly parted her lips and his dick slid right in comfortably. Well, comfortably for Emerald. For Jaune it was more accurate to say it was blissful as her warm mouth welcomed his cock. Her lips trailed all the way down to reach the stack of lipstick marks around his cock, stopping just at the top of the rings.

Then she started blowing him. She brought her mouth back up to his head only to slide back down immediately. She repeated that again and again, quickly building up speed in her bobbing. Impressively, Emerald never went below her own lipstick mark on his cock so none of the others got messed up. And since she was only sucking the remaining five inches of Jaune’s cock, it was much easier to blow him quickly than it usually was. She also wasn’t gagging because of it.

“Mmmmm slllrp mmmm. Hmmmm MMM! Guuug slurp.”

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t make some noise for the fun of it~.

Up and down. Up and down. Her head moved so fast that her mint green hair started bouncing with each bob. Her brown lips dragging on the veiny, thick rod the entire time, smearing the brown lipstick all along it the whole time.

“Hoooo dust! Em! Y-you got me so close!”

Emerald paused just a moment on the head when Jaune moaned that out. She knew he was going to blow soon, so she wanted as much of her mouth free for his cum as she could have. Her lips stayed locked around his tips, but then her tongue started doing all the work.

Inside her warm mouth was an assault of teasing stimulations from her. She gave the head some gentle licks, swirled her tongue around the whole head, prodded and teased the hole a little, and sucked on it haaaard. It was only a matter of time before Jaune came. Which he did.

But without any kind of spoken warning. Not that Emerald really cared though.

As Emerald was teasing his dick hole with the tip of her tongue once again, she suddenly felt his cock pulsate, and then cum rushed out and splash onto her tongue. Emerald stopped licking immediately and just focused on either sucking, or just letting his cum fill her mouth. Jaune finally let out a deep moan after he shot about his third rope of cum into her mouth.

Emerald kept her lips sealed tight and stayed there on her knees between Jaune’s legs, letting him take all the time he needed to finish his climax. As his cock finally slowed down in it’s pulsing all the way to a stop, Emerald released her mouth’s captive.

She closed her lips briefly, just so she didn’t spill any cum, and looked up past Jaune’s cock to his face. When she made eye contact with the panting man, showed him all the thick cum she had pooled in her mouth. And then swallowed it happily. The semen went down her throat very easily, despite how thick it was.

Emerald finally had the chance to speak now that her mouth was fully free after several minutes. “Ahhhhh~. Amazing like always babe~.”

“Fuuuuck mmmm~! I’ll say Emerald! That was so hot to watch!”

Emerald turned her head and glanced behind her at the other girls in the room. All of whom were wearing different colors of smeared lipstick. And who were also in various stages of masturbation or pleasing other girls.

Yang, with bright orange lipstick and the one who had spoken, was holding Blake’s head while she ate her out. The cat faunus’s purple lipstick still managing to leave marks around her pussy.

Ruby and Weiss were both three fingers deep and moaning steadily. Their red and white lipstick was still rather well kept compared to the rest of them.

Arlsan was fully sitting on Resse’s face, a very pleased smirk was on her yellow lips while Reese’s magenta lips worked away on her pussy.

And finally there was Cinder and Pyrrha, the two were taking turns sucking on each other’s big tits. Cinder’s lips were currently sucking on Pyrrha’s right nipple, leaving behind black lipstick marks. She already had a nice set of green marks right in the middle of her tits from the Mistral Champion, it was only fair she gets to leave some marks too~.

While the other eight girls were all having their fun, Emerald looked back to her boyfriend. “When we have rainbow parties though, everyone likes to get a bit more colorful~. Isn’t that right Jaune~?”

Jaune nodded slowly and looked down at the art on his cock, then back up to all his girlfriends and their own colorful messes and marks.

He did enjoy the former a lot, but the later was definitely his preferred view.

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A/n: this request is from my secondary blog. I made a post asking for ideas and concepts, but I decided I'd better post them here!! The call is still open tho!! Send me stuff! I'm not sleeping tonight so let's talk!!

Summary: kinda what the request says, but I was a bit off.. sorry. Shoot me an ask in case you didn't like this one and I'll write it again! 1.1K

As the years passed and reality was becoming so much harder to ignore, you had to come face to face with the fact that no matter how much you lied to yourself, you couldn't keep avenging forever. The first step you took - and probably the most difficult one, was moving out. You found yourself a cozy studio apartment to call home, and despite not missing any missions, it still felt tremendously better to know you had a life outside of the compound.

But it was hard. The days were lonely and nights even more so. You busied yourself, making up stupid excuses for missing out on movie nights and coffee dates with whichever colleague decided to approach you. You'd only see them on the field, and even though it hurt to some extent, it was what you needed.

This rhythm didn't last too long, though. About two weeks after you moved, in the middle of the night, a loud knock at the front door woke you up. It turned out to be Bucky, who just like you, expressed his need to break out of the tedious routine and heavy atmosphere at the compound, and since he didn't have anywhere to go, he counted on you to provide him with a safe space to gather himself. And you were more than happy to.

That time, he stayed over for two days, and then he returned to his home. But then another two weeks passed and he was back. And two nights at your place turned into three, and 2 weeks at the compound turned into one. Before you knew it, you were cohabiting in what was probably the most peaceful manner you considered possible.

And then it was just a matter of time until you'd get your own missions - just you and Bucky, working towards a common pace that kept you both safe and grounded. It didn't feel like work anymore, and soon, he didn't feel like just a friend anymore either.

Weeks passed and this was the new normal. You shared an apartment and were partners on and off the field, even if none of you had the guts to word it yet. And everyone accepted it too, and in the end, the time had come for a small get together. For the sake of it all, you invited the rest of the avengers over to drink and have a good time, and it was probably the best time you had with them in years. Some time away did you more than just good.

But now it was 3am, and you and Bucky were left to deal with the aftermath of the small gathering that had actually never been just that. Soon after Thor walked through the door, the atmosphere turned hazardous and what you had there was no longer a chill night in, it was a full blown party, that right now, you were nowhere in the mood to clean after.

"What are you doing?" you laughed as you felt a weight on your shoulder, realising seconds after that it was Bucky's forehead.

"Let's finish cleaning up tomorrow" he whined, before straightening his back.

He reached forward and turned the water off, lazily wrapping his arms around your body and tucking his face in the crook of your neck.

"I can finish up here. Go to sleep" you offered, mistaking his demour for fatigue.

"No" was all Bucky said before pulling you back and turning you around in his hold. He held you tightly against his chest, silence settling around the two of you.

The playlist that had been playing during the party was long forgotten, his music library now on shuffle. There was a slow 80s song filling up the room, its soft beat and relaxing jazz line accentuating the cozy atmosphere that had settled around your apartment.

"You ok?" you mumbled, trailing your still wet and covered in dish soap fingers across his jawline.

Bucky looked up at you with a droopy smile on his lips. His eyes were hooded, more closed than open, but their color was so vibrant, holding more life in them than you ever seen before.

"I'm good" he nodded before hesitatingly going in for a kiss on your forehead.

You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, ears ringing as butterflies took over your whole body. You were lost and had no idea how to act. This wasn't a version of him you knew.

When his hands dropped from your back to your waist, holding you steadily in front of him, you bowed your head, too shy to look at him anymore.

"Don't like dancing?" he asked. He didn't sound hurt, more like amused, and ready to drop the action in case you expressed that that was what you wanted.

"I do, I do" you shook your head and clumsily placed your hand on his shoulders, allowing him to guide you. What you were doing wasn't dancing, no one could call it that, but it was sweet and intimate. The way he held you close, his eyes full of admiration watching closely every change in your expression as he carefully guided you to follow him. All you did was spin in small circles around the kitchen at a ridiculously slow pace.

The floor was a mess, salsa sauce and spilled wine everywhere, but you kept going, caught under his spell.

You never thought about it before, but the love that was so undeniably plastered on his features was proof of the goodness that had been hidden inside his heart for so many decades. He was finally happy, you could see that. But still, he was holding back.

With your heart all the way up in the back of your throat, you wiped your palm against your jeans and then brought it up to his cheek. Bucky instantly leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering close as a smile spread across his lips.

"Tell me" you whispered.

"Tell you what?"

"There's something on your mind" you cleared. The little specks of fear in the blue of his eyes were confirmation of that. "You can tell me"

"I love you" Bucky confessed much faster than you expected.

You never thought you'd actually hear those words again, but they didn't surprise you. It wasn't out of nowhere. He had shown you how much he cared about you time and time again, he never worded it before, but he hadn't hidden it either.

And when your lips finally pressed again his, a new wave of life washed over you. Years of pent up emotion dripped from his tongue onto yours as you molded your bodies together, gathering each other as close as possible. Your eyes watered, but no tears fell. You were overwhelmed in the best kind of way, your chest full and your heart, finally calm.

It was not clear who pulled away first, but immediately after, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, your lips against his cheek as your fingers curled into the material of his shirt. "And I love you"

I'm always open to more ideas!! Hmu!!

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mimisempai · 3 years ago

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All I want for Christmas is another ugly Christmas sweater

Summary:

Sam is cold, and Bucky knows a great way to warm him up...

Day 9 : Ugly Sweaters

Notes:

Just to say that I am super happy to have found the motivation to write SamBucky again. And thanks for welcoming me back with open arms.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35609401

625 words - Rating G

Sam shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, squirming in the seat of the pickup to warm up. He was the one on home delivery duty for Sarah today because she wanted to take care of the little Christmas party they would be sharing tonight.

The problem was that today it was cold and windy, and Sam didn't want to wear out the battery, so he didn't turn on the heater. But that was without counting the people who made him stop to chat with him.

He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck to try to keep warm.

Ten more deliveries and he would be done for the day. He hated winter.

Suddenly the front door opened and Bucky climbed into the pickup, "Need a hand doll?"

"Bucky, what the hell are you doing here?"Sam was pleasantly surprised because Bucky was supposed to be keeping the kids busy so they wouldn't be in Sarah's way.

"The kids were tired after our snowball fight and they all fell like lumps and are napping."

He moved a little closer to Sam and Sam noticed that he had something in his hands.

"What's this?" he asked, suspicious.

"Oh it's nothing, an errand Sarah asked me to run." replied Bucky innocently before leaning over and kissing Sam to divert his attention, obviously not being able to fool Sam. But since what Sam needed most at that moment was warmth, he willingly allowed himself to be manipulated, shamelessly accepting the warmth offered by Bucky, grunting with regret when Bucky pulled back a bit to catch his breath.

Once Sam had recovered his senses a little he asked Bucky again, "More seriously Bucky, what are you doing here?"

"I figured I'd bring you one of your Christmas presents early, so I came to deliver it myself." Bucky smiled at him and handed him the package from which Sam pulled out a sweater. He held it at arm's length and said with a chuckle, "This is awful." He wrinkled his nose at the garish colors.

"I know!" said Bucky, "But that's what makes it so charming, right?"

Sam stared at him and asked, "Bucky, have you been drinking? Why are you offering me an eyesore like this?"

"It's a tradition of the last few years isn't it?" asked Bucky, with a puppy dog look that Sam figured he would have a hard time resisting.

"Yeah. For people over 80." replied Sam with a chuckle.

"Really?" began Bucky, taking the sweater back from Sam. "Well..." he leaned forward and pretended to want to kiss Sam who was already pointing his lips forward. However Bucky's lips deviated from their path to his ear and he whispered, eliciting a shiver that was not from cold in Sam, "I'm technically over a hundred years old." Sam tried to struggle, but it was too late, Bucky had pulled the sweater over his head and he had no choice but to take off his jacket and put it on completely.

"You little rascal," Sam exclaimed without anger as Bucky burst out laughing in the seat beside him. "You're proud of yourself, I guess?" asked Sam and Bucky reached over and adjusted the collar of Sam's sweater. "I'll make it up to you real quick." Keeping the collar in his hand, he drew Sam to him and kissed him softly and deeply.

When they caught their breath, he asked Sam with a naughty look, "Are you warm now?"

Sam replied, a mischievous gleam in his eye, "Not quite." before pulling Bucky to him and kissing him with equal fervor.

The people who passed by the pickup a few minutes later could see from the steam on the windows of the vehicle that it was indeed warm inside.

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

SamBucky Christmas series : here

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paleangels13 · 3 years ago

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✏️🌈🌾 🎨

Thank you ☺️💖

✏️ The first fanfiction you ever wrote? (doesn’t have to be a posted fic)

A Borussia Dortmund/BVB (German soccer team) fic, pairing Own Female Character(s) x Player(s). Had 197 chapters i think and was posted on Instagram (because that's apparently what you did in 2014...post on ig and wattpad :')). But they were short chapters, I still wrote around 1 1/2 years or 2 years on it 🤔 (I think in 'normal'/average chapter length (like... Up to 2000 words?) it would probably have 80+ chapters?).

I'm very much cringing about it now but the feedback back then was really good soo... Idk different times 😂😭

🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about?

Already answered here

🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?

Ohh, I kinda answered that here when I answered the question about ideas I haven't done anything with but let me just put a few from my "really wanna write" list here:

Pole dancer AU (characters, etc are fully planned out just gotta start writing...which I've been telling myself for 3 months now...)

Escort AU (which I already started quite a while ago but had to put it on hold because I struggled to continue from where I left it and have to overthink it again)

Joonas the tourist guide

Third part of the toxic series

Quite a few angsty/dark fics from my chat with @bc-sideblog :DD

A Joel/Johnny/Aleksi/Robin one because I'm a mess but I won't spoiler anything (might be part of the same universe as my "baby if I let you in (...)" fic)

One involving a blindfold 👀

Someone wearing a corset and platform boots 🥰

Someone else (not Joel this time) wearing a dress ✨😌

... Way too many more :))

🎨 Show us a sneak peek from a WIP!

Ohh... I didn't know which one to choose from... ☹️

I think I'll give you two snippets because I don't even know if I'll ever finish the first one even tho I really, really want to 🥺

Sooo (not beta read or anything) under the cut because it got quite long (and well spoilers)...

Escort AU:

He had uploaded a morning picture to his, well, adult website and was curious to see if there had been any comments so far. It was the usual stuff: "pretty boy", "mind turning a bit more next time? ;)", "oh, I sure would like to join you in the shower. We could have some fun while we're at it". Aleksi huffed and shook his head. One comment caught his attention though. To be fair, it wasn't an actual comment, just a bunch of random letters and numbers. He raised an eyebrow and clicked on the notification to reply something: "I take it my pic got you a little excited, sweetheart? Hope you had fun 💋". The young man chuckled a little and put his phone back on the sink before focusing on getting ready. It didn't really matter if his suspicion was correct or not, he knew most people subscribed to his account to get pics and possibly videos they could use to get off, what about it? That was kind of the point, right? So he didn't actually mind or think about it too much. It is what it is, and he enjoyed knowing what effect he had on some guys.

Mhh...Tommi taking care of Joel 👀🥰:

Not even an hour had passed, yet the table was now filled with more than two empty drinks, mainly beer, and Joel was a tint drunker than he had originally planned.

“We should go to bed.”

“Mhh…”

His gaze flickered over to the drummer, rising from the sofa and his head unwantedly reminded him – very vividly – of how long he had not had sex. Well, technically that wasn't entirely correct. Joonas had given him a blowjob in the bathroom backstage not so long ago. Very blurred he also remembered that something had happened between himself and Niko, but that was already weeks ago. But this wasn't what he had in mind. If he had wanted a quick fuck while being the top, he only needed to ask their guitarist, who'd undoubtedly be happy to help with that. No, he wanted to be driven mad by someone, wanted that person to help him relax a bit and forget about the troubles of the past few days. Oh, and how perfectly the drummer seemed to fit into this role right now. Joel took the hand that Tommi held out for him, and stood up. He shook his head over his own thoughts. This was bullshit. His thoughts were blurred by the alcohol he had consumed and the fact that he hadn't had sex in a while probably didn't help either. He wouldn't sleep with the taller one. Definitely not!

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 4 years ago

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Last Christmas

Word Count: 2372

Warnings: Mild violence and blood some angst or is it whomp?

A/N: This one was a fun write. I need to thank @robertsheehanownsmyass for being my sounding-board, always, and for helping me with ideas! Chapter 1: God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman can be found here

Chapter 2: The Fairytale of New York

It's not that Violet meant to kill Nathan. Yet here she was, at 4:30 in the morning holding him on her apartment floor while he bled to death. Her lips brushed his freezing forehead as she adjusted his head in her lap.

Not very long before the murder, Violet woke with a start when she heard a door slam. She was drunk still from the never-ending fishbowl drinks bestowed upon her after the win. Brain fuzzy and the room spun as Violet got to her feet and rummaged through the nightstand.

She desperately searched for a missing piece and her kitchen knife. Was someone meant to be with her? Her body screamed with booze and adrenaline as she held the knife aloft venturing into the hallway.

Violet made her way to the living area. A throb grew in her ears that deafened the silence of her apartment. The night flashed before her eyes as her head swam.

How the liquor filled her goblet with just a point of his long finger. Which he told her wasn’t necessary. Just thinking about it often worked. Like how he thought the scantily clad shot girl could use bigger tits, so they inflated a size or two. The dude bro that wolf whistled at Violet and slapped her ass as she walked passed, his tongue literally fell out.

“It's MY job to sexually harass women, NOT yours!” he yelled over the techno. Then casually tossed the body part in the horrified man’s direction. “What's a matter,” he pouted his lips in a kiss, “Sexy bitch got your tongue?!”

Violet furrowed her brows now as she rubbed her pulsing temples. Had they danced? Out in the middle of the crowd, his hands on her waist as she leaned back into him. Both gyrating rhythmically to some rave remix of an 80s song.

“You are the weirdest shaped guy I've ever met!” Violet had shouted. “Like a muscular-armed stick bug”

The strobe lights flashed across his face as he strained to grasp this as an insult or compliment. Instead he took a chance and kissed Violet's neck. She let him.

There was, Violet remembered now, flirting in the back of a cab. She told him drunkenly he had Irish eyes and a green smile.

“No,” she shook her head and laughed. “Green eyes and an Irish smile?”

He laughed but smashed his face into Violet’s. His kisses were wet, sloppy. Too eager and childlike for someone in their twenties. Violet pointed that out as she wedged a hand between his face and her.

“Christ who taught you how to kiss?!” her hand squeezed his cheeks so that his mouth formed an O shape.

“M’maffs teach-a in yee-ah four,” he muffled.

“Your fourth grade teacher French kissed you?!”

“No!” he giggled “Year four, it’s. I was fifteen.”

“That's sexual assault!” Violet cried.

“Aww only if you don't want it to happen.” He tried to push his mouth into her again, but she literally ducked out of his way. Defeated, he gave up and the rest of the ride was silent.

Back in the present. Out of nowhere from behind, “Hey do you have any blank-”

It was quick. Shocking how easy it was to stab Nathan through the heart. How fate helped Violet sink the knife so deeply into him that her breasts met his bare chest before either understood what was going on.

Nathan’s lower jaw hung open as he started to grunt in pain. A dark pool of blood poured around the weapon. Stark contrast to his pale olive skin. He swayed but steadied himself on Violet’s arms. His demeanor changing instantly from panic to acceptance and his body relaxed.

Violet’s hand still around the knife as a lump formed in her throat. She scrambled out of his grip, sobs and pleas of forgiveness wracked her body as she struggled to find her phone.

“I've got.. to.. to.. to.. Call 9-1-1. It was an accident. Nathan. I'll get someone here-”

“NO!” he bellowed. “No, it'll be ok. I'll..” he winced. “Come back.”

“From what?! I STABBED YOU!”

“Death, sweetheart.” His Irish accent makes the A R sound like the word “Air.” “I've been stabbed in the heart (h-air-t) by women before, but I've never been..” Nathan gesticulated to the knife in his chest.

“ARE YOU MAKING A FUCKING JOKE?! YOU'RE DYING! Oh my God,” Violet’s knees began to buckle but she caught herself on the counter.

“I'm immortal. Christ t’is fucking hurts.” Nathan struggled to breathe. “Was impaled twice. Beat t’death once. I'll be good.”

He continued, “C’mon Vi, give us a hand,” he instructed. His shaking hand unable to grip the hilt of the knife protruding from his chest. “I'll die quicker this way. be back half past or so”

It was so matter of fact. “Pride goeth before the fall” Violet thought.

A cheeky grin deepened the dimples in Nathan’s cheeks as Violet took the carving knife out of his chest. Blood had spilled unexpectedly down the corners of his lips while he slid down the wall. Violet tried her best to catch him. To soften the blow between man and hardwood, but Nathan folded like the scarecrow coming off his pole.

Even more present:

“Joyeux Noël, Violet. You've Committed your first involuntary manslaughter.” Warm tears poured down her cheeks onto Nathan’s face.

Her legs were sticky with his coppery blood, but she kept marveling when her world soon grew quiet without his smart mouth and witty retorts. There was only a faint gurgle of blood that filled his mouth and lungs. How beautiful Nathan would always be to her in this moment because immortality was for vampires and mythology.

She would never forgive him either. It took longer than Nathan insisted, heart still pumped dark crimson into her hand used as a piss-poor tourniquet. But the beating slowed to a stop as Violet absently combed her fingers through his thick hair to soothe her exhausted body into a fitful sleep.

This time it was the heady smell of eggs and sausage that roused Violet from her sleep.

There was humming and singing in a language she didn't know as someone rattled about in the cupboards.

One hand over her eyes, head felt like someone bashed it repeatedly with a drumstick, she came to life. Her mind grabbed at flashes of kisses and a knife and Nathan being dead. The hallway, but this was her couch?

Suddenly she sat straight up, “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!” Violet's hands and bare thighs were caked in dry blood. She flew off the couch and went to Make it down the hall to the guestroom. But instead she slipped and fell in the coagulated mess on the hardwood floor

“Aw yep,” a harsh Irish lilt quipped from the kitchen. “I meant t’clean that up before ya woke, but I wasn't sure where the supplies were.”

Violet simply laid down on her floor, defeated. “I killed you,” she whispered.

Nathan appeared above her. His shaggy hair fell across his forehead and the goatee and mustache Violet swore he had shaved was back. He consciously fumbled to button his dress shirt that she was certain he wasn't wearing as he lay in her arms.

“You were in your underwear. You were bleeding to death last night in your underwear only,” she sat up grimacing at her blood caked hair.

“I cleaned up the best I could. Told ye it would be half five when I came to. Didn't wanna leave ye on the floor, so I carried ye t’the sofa. Sorta did a bit o’the whore’s bath in your sink.” Nathan mimed washing his body, “Not really comfortable with the whole showering in a strange bird’s gaff without permission.”

Violet stumbled to her feet with Nathan’s help. His reflex to catch her as she slid again in the mess was quick. Their chests pressed together again. His skin against hers as she clung to the seams of his shirt to balance herself. Violet's face flushed. From a hangover or how warm Nathan was. Alive.

“I ran you through with a carving knife. You died in my lap. You turned ice cold and had purple lips and I thought to myself how many times I asked you if you ever shut up.”

“Only when I'm dead,” Nathan absently stroked her hair. Large hand gently rubbed her back and took a chance at getting a squeeze of her ass.

Violet ignored what Nathan did and refused to look at him. Not in those ever changing eyes anyway. Instead she placed her hand flat on Nathan's smooth, if not slightly stained, chest. No gaping wound, heartbeat steady.

Violet's own heart pounded in her ears as the adrenaline from touching him raced through her veins. There was no denying that he was just as beautiful alive.

And no denying that Nathan eagerly tried to crash his mouth into hers, but Violet swerved. “Are those my underwear!?”

Nathan stepped back to pop his shirt up and push his own backside in her direction. “Mine were ruined,” he rubbed himself and bit his entire bottom lip. “Oi they're soft and make my ass look great.” He slapped it for good measure.

“I like you better dead"

Nathan sneered sarcastically and rolled his eyes. His lips moved with no sound coming out but baby babble. "See if I make YOU breakfast again!”

A hot shower and clean clothes later, Violet climbed onto one of the stools at the kitchen island. Her houseguest sat a plate of food and a mug of tea in front of her

“Found some peppermint. Mum says that helps with a hangover.” Dimpled grin before he turned around to finish cleaning up her kitchen.

“Oh,” Violet was taken aback by his thoughtfulness. “Thank you,” she meant it. “Hey! You’re not using magic.”

“Nooo. I'll use it sparingly until I have to give it back. Been right fucking fun while it’s lasted.”

“You’re cleaning my kitchen.”

“Yeah? If you tell us where some brushes and such are, I'll clean the floor next.”

Violet felt a pleasure seep into her bones as she sipped the hot tea. It was nice to have someone to look after her for once. She had time to really watch as Nathan scrubbed the pans he used. She took notice of him biting a cuticle or chewing skin off his lip as he carefully searched her drawers for a towel. He flitted about kind of like a hummingbird; never staying still long enough between tasks.

“Nathan you don't have to do any of this. I know it's just a layover until you're back in London. I The situation isn't exactly ideal. Now that I murdered you, isn't it fucking weird?” Violet questioned around a mouthful of food.

He faced Violet while drying the dishes. “Nah. Been killed loads of times. Impaled twice. Sewer pipe. Metal picket fence. Then had my head bashed in. Stabbed in the heart by a beautiful girl who is a bit dodgy about me kissing her is tops now!” A bright smile crept across his face.

“why are you cleaning then?”

Nathan scratched the back of his head in thought, “Well, so ye don't have t’remember I was ever here.”

Violet’s mouth hung open but she closed it quickly. “Who the fuck would ever want to forget you?” She started to laugh, “I watched your anger literally explode in hundreds of rabbits. I probably drank a hundred bucks of liquor for free. You took a guy’s tongue out for slapping my ass. And you're..”

Nathan leaned on the island top with his chin in one hand, “Immortal?” He wiggled his eyebrows seductively.

“An Irish prick,” Violet cocked her own eyebrow in return. Nathan pouted.

“I've gotta go to the casino. I know someone in the back of the house who found all of your shit. Please just stay here. Can you do that?” She got up to get a bucket and cleaning supplies from the closet.

“Do you know how many movies start with someone saying don't move?!” There was a gleam in his bright green eyes.

“Nathan, I mean it!” she commanded from the bedroom. “I have to go Christmas shopping too. Jesus it's Christmas eve.” She hobbled back into the living room trying to pull a shoe on.

“Fine. But if I find porn anywhere and have a wank out of boredom, that's on you lady!” He mimicked masturbating in her direction.

Violet’s face contorted in disgust as she threw on a leather jacket. “Grow up.”

“Tried that. She ran away with all the money, and I went to prison. When do I meet mum and dad?” shit-eating grin

“They're dead.”

Nathan’s face fell. For once he was momentarily speechless. “My step-dad’s a dog.”

Violet's hand was on her doorknob, but she paused. “Wait.. Like cheats on your mom dog?”

“More like turns into a naked Jack Russell at night with his massive cock out all over town.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“So much. T’anks for asking!” Nathan grabbed Violet by the wrist. He spun his finger in a circle ever so slightly. “Just a bit o’ Christmas magic before you go?”

Violet gasped as a sprig of mistletoe manifested itself above them. A bough of pine spread on either side of the doorway wrapped in tinsel. Little white lights started to twinkle from inside.

“Nathan, it’s beau-” but Violet was interrupted by his mouth covering hers again.

He was softer this time as his hands gripped her waist. His tongue gently slid into her mouth and Violet accepted it. Her body relaxed into him as their lips moved on instinct. But she found herself as quickly as she had gotten lost. She managed to wedge her hands between their bodies so she could push herself away.

“No. Nope. We can't do this. You're leaving the day after tomorrow, and I'm not a fucking Hallmark Christmas movie.”

Nathan brushed his nose against Violet's forehead, “I think it's too late for that.” But she turned abruptly and left him cold by the front door.

“Make yourself at home, okay?” Was all she shouted from the other side of the door.

#robert sheehan #nathan young #nathan x violet #lord of chaos #robert sheehan character fic

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supraveng · 5 years ago

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Cocktail Hour

Summary: you work for Stark in his lab and get to know the Avengers, you also moonlight as a bartender

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanof, Reader

Warnings: SMUT and story and a bit of fluff, alcohol consumption,

Word Count: 4312

“What do you want, Wilson?” you asked without looking up from the project you were working on. “Is that anyway to treat your favorite Avenger?” he responds with a smirk. “Oh, I didn’t realize you brought Bucky with you” you smirk as you look up a bit shocked to see Bucky standing behind Sam and with a shit eating grin.

“Wow, really Y/N? I thought we were friends'' he responds in a huff. “Wilson, you only come visit when you want something from me, it’s never friendly chatting. I’m busy, what do you want?” you deadpan knowing the more you agitate him the longer this is going to take, but you don’t care. Getting Sam all riled up is one of your favorite past times, and one that you and Bucky have been bonding over.

“Fine, I’ll make it short and sweet. I need you to put in a good word for me with your girl, Savannah'' he states as he wiggles his eyebrows. You freeze and slowly look at Sam, with a slight squint.

“WHAT?” you respond exasperated that he’s interrupting your project that seems to be never ending. "Please? She's cute and we really hit it off, but I'll be coming back to the bar this week to get her number and you can make sure she knows I'm more than worth her time" he tells you with a smug look on his face.

"First of all, since when does the, and I quote, great Sam Wilson need help getting numbers? Second, her name is Sienna not Savannah. And last but not least, you aren't her type" you respond with a smirk, knowing just how much your points are getting under my skin.

"Alright now, I don't need your help getting numbers, women love me. I just wanted you to be a supportive friend" he grumbles at you. You just raise an eyebrow waiting for him to continue.

"Second, she said Savanna like the city in Georgia." "Its Siena, like the city IN ITALY!" you interrupted.

"And third, how could this not be her type?" he said as he gestured from his head to his toes, flashing that ridiculous smile and beginning to flex his biceps. You let out a heavy sigh and you can tell he thinks he's got you stumped.

"While all that" you waive your hand towards him "might interest some women, you just don't have what she wants" you state while slightly shaking your head sadly. He's about to start up with another dispute and any other time you would love to spend hours tormenting him like this, but you were still working and had a few hours left to finish the reconfiguration of your latest project, so you step closer.

Putting your hands on his shoulders and looking up at him with an apologetic smile "Sam, you don't have a vagina. I'm sorry, but she's not interested unless you do."

Bucky couldn't hold it in any longer and was doubled over in laughter. "Now, if you boys didn't bring me coffee, get out of my lab" you say as sweetly as possible. "But she was so flirty, are you sure? Maybe she's bi?" he asks trying to understand what he missed.

"She's a waitress Sam, flirting gets you bigger tips. I mean did you give your usual amount or did she earn a bit extra?" you ask only trying to get him to see the reality of their interactions.

"Damn it!" he huffs as he turns around to leave. Bucky straightens up trying to calm himself down when he looks up at you "I'll be right back with your coffee"

A few minutes later, Tony walks in with a quizzical look on his face "what did you do to birdman and gramps?" He moves past you toward the back of the lab.

"Why would you think I did anything to those two?" you ask as innocently as possible. He arches an eyebrow and you concede "ugh, why does that always work? Ok, it's no big deal, Sam was asking about my coworker Siena, and I told him he had no chance since she's into women. But apparently when a waitress flirts its interest and not just trying to get a bigger tip, he learned a lot today" you sigh as you continue working.

"What do you mean "coworker Siena''? He asks using air quotes. "I've never seen her in my lab, who is she?" " She's a waitress at the bar" you mumble realizing Tony didn't know about your other job. You have been an intern for him, working on your doctorate in Biomedical engineering, for the last year and he didn't know you had another job. This isn't going to end well you thought to yourself.

"How is it possible you have another job? You are here all the time, how do you have time to work at a bar, write your dissertation, find time to sleep and have a social life?" he asks, seeming like he's been swindled or something.

"And why do you have another job? This internship pays above average for engineers, I'm not even sure what's going on around here anymore."

"Ok, Tony, first of all, I thought you knew, I cleared it with legal before I accepted the internship. I've been working at The Rum House since my freshman year and they are flexible with my hours. Two, the work I'm doing here is my dissertation, three who are you to question my sleep habits? And four, I like staying busy, I don't have a social life per say and I'm ok with that" you state with a shrug just as Bucky comes walking in with a huge cup of coffee.

"One venti flat white with hazelnut, sorry am I interrupting?" he questions as he hands you the coffee. You immediately bring it to your face and take a deep breath closing your eyes to enjoy your favorite beverage and miss the small smirk on Bucky's face, feeling a bit of joy that he could make you happy with something as simple as a cup of coffee.

Taking a sip you moan and open your eyes to see Tony and Bucky starring at you. With a smile you look at Bucky "thank you, this is exactly what I needed and no you didn't interrupt a thing, we're done,"

"We are so far from done, did you know she had another job? Hmm? Am i the last to find out everything around here?” Tony mumbles to himself as he goes back to his work station. Bucky smiles and waves as he leaves and you watch him longer than you should but damn the way he wears jeans just does something to you.

"And what was that? You have a crush on the centurion now too?" he asks. "What? You are ridiculous! I'm just appreciating the coffee and wondering why you never bring me coffee. I mean, I thought you took your title of "World's greatest boss" seriously but I guess that's not the case" you respond as seriously as possible as you sit back down and get back to your project.

You've been working non stop most of the day and don't realize how late it is until your phone chimes and you notice it’s after midnight. .

You are probably already in bed but I wanted to say goodnight

I'm actually still working. I guess I lost track of time. I should head home and get some sleep

It's late, you could stay with me ;)

That's so tempting but your roommates are very nosey, not sure how to sneak out in the morning without getting caught

You're right, as always. Can I walk you home?

I would love that, meet me at the corner in 15?

I'll be there in 10

"Even tired you still look beautiful, how is that possible? " he states as you wrap your arms around his torso for a long overdue hug. "And you are always the charmer, how did I get so lucky?" you mumble into his chest as you inhale deeply.

His scent always felt calming and safe. "I'm the lucky one" he says as he kisses the top of your head. Beginning to walk arm in arm down the street, "now let's get you to bed, you work too much"

"In my defense it will all be over once I complete my dissertation, then when I find a real job, I'll be a normal person working 60-80 hours a week" you smile at him and peck his cheek.

"That's more than normal people, and the part time job at the bar? Are you going to give that up?" he questioned with a smirk.

"I like the bar and I thought you liked the tiny uniform" you wink as you turn the corner towards your apartment.

"You can wear that for me any time and I would love it, not just at work, or better yet, nothing at all" he responds in a low growl. You chuckle and swat his chest, "then we would never leave the apartment" "and I don't see that as a problem at all!" he spins you towards him and kisses you passionately, then releases your arm.

"Aren't you coming up?" you ask a bit disappointed. "I definitely want to, but you need sleep and if I go up to your place, I will not let you get any." he states slowly backing away.

"I have tomorrow off, do you think you can break away from your roommates and we can have lunch?" you ask. "If you have the whole day off, you call me when you wake up and I'll take you to breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I will make sure we work up an appetite in between'' he responds with the wiggle of his eyebrows.

"That sounds perfect! I'll call you in the morning" you smile as you make your way into the building. Flopping on your bed exhausted, you have a smile on your face for the plans you have for tomorrow.

Waking up you look at your clock and gasping, 10:33, you hadn't slept that late in ages.

Hey handsome, you probably don't believe me, but i just woke up! I'm gonna hope in the shower or should I wait for you to join me ;)

Oooo, I am on my way, do not start without me!

😘

The knock at your door was barely 10 minutes later, and you opened it laughing at the look on his face. "Did you run the whole way here? Your place is a 20 minute walk away."

"I needed to work up a sweat for the shower, been thinking about you naked since last night, which makes it very HARD to sleep" he responds while following you into the apartment.

"Well, you are overdressed so maybe I can help you out of those clothes" you respond in almost a whisper. You bat your lashes as you start to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him biting your lip "it's been such a long week, I feel like I hardly get to see you."

"I know, but today will make up for it, I promise" he mumbles into your neck. You are walking backwards into the bathroom when he is finally in just his boxers, you turn on the shower before dropping your robe to the floor.

He drinks you in from head to toe with a low moan "Damn beautiful, I've missed you" he practically purrs as he grabs your hips to pull you closer. The long shower was a much needed tension relief for both of you and lasted until the water ran cold.

“So what would you like for breakfast, beautiful?” he asks as he’s kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Actually, I was thinking maybe we order in, that way we don’t need to bother getting dressed at all.” you respond biting your lip and enjoying his lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone. He practically growls in response before picking you up and carrying you out of the bathroom, “you are brilliant, you know that?” before throwing you on the couch and poncing on top of you.

Several slices of pizza and orgasms later, the two of you are cuddling on the couch when his phone dings, “they can’t leave you alone for a day can they?” you quip knowing it’s his roommates checking to make sure he’s still alive.

He kisses your forehead before grabbing his phone “they are a bunch of smothering assholes, that’s what they are!” he responds before reading the message with a large sigh. Looking at him you know exactly what that means “what time do you have to leave?” you ask as casually as possible.

“I’m sorry, it’s a last minute “important” meeting, I can shower here and leave at 8ish to be on time” he responds apologetically.

“Which means you are supposed to be there before 8, but I will take every minute I can get!” you state as you straddle his lap and kiss his jaw.

“Trust me, I would much rather be here with you, kissing every inch of your body. Maybe I can fake that I’m sick” he mumbles against your neck.

You are about to respond when your phone starts ringing, you snarl as you look up ‘who the hell is calling me on a Saturday afternoon?” you whine as you reach for your phone. You toss it on the coffee table almost as quickly as you picked it up.

“You can answer that, I don’t mind, I can be a very good boy when I want to” he says as he winks at you. “That is the bar, and it’s my day off…...and you are never a good boy, one of the many traits I love about you” you hum as he begins to assault your chest with his sinful mouth and tongue.

Before he can continue, your phone starts ringing again and you whine as he stops “noooo, don’t stop!” He hands you your phone as he gets up and heads into the kitchen.

“This better be important” you practically yell as you answer the call. “Uh, hey Y/N! It’s Gary, and I know it’s your day off but we got a last minute backroom booking and I need the best bartender in NYC. Can you be here by 9?” You don’t respond, only sighing into the phone “I’ll pay you double! And you can have tomorrow night off” he throws in trying to change your mind.

“It’s not about the money Gary, I haven’t had an entire day off in 4 months. My body and brain need to do nothing but eat take out and catch up on bad reality tv” you argue, knowing it will do nothing to deter him from getting you into the bar tonight.

You look up to see a beer being handed to you and smirk on his face “I can go down there and scare him if you want” he whispers, only making you giggle in response.

“Ok, I’ll pay you for not working tomorrow night, please I really need you!” “Fine, quit begging, but I’m only agreeing because I lost my evenings entertainment. See you at 9!” you say before hanging up without letting him respond.

“Looks like my evening just got filled and I’ll be slinging booze rather than recuperating from today’s activities” you pout as you sip your beer. “Well it’s almost 6, so let's order some Chinese food and go for round 5 before we have to return to the real world” he responds sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders.

“Yes, but food first, I just hope I’ll be able to walk tonight. You have one hell of a libido!” you yell as he attacks your neck again. “Only for you, beautiful”

The time passes by faster than you like and you both shower before dressing. You are dressed and starting on your makeup when he walks into your room for a final kiss goodbye. “Damn, it is hard to leave when you look that good with clothes on” he eyes you up and down causing you to blush.

“Hey, why don’t you come by the bar after your meeting and we can continue what you started, handsome!” leaning back into his strong chest. “That sounds perfect, I’ll text you on my way!” and before you can respond he is running out the door, you just shake your head and laugh knowing he’s gonna be late and doesn’t even care.

Heading out of your apartment you decide to stop for coffee before hopping on the subway. It’s been a long and tiring day, in the best way possible, but you are expecting it to be a long night too since it’s a private event and there are always stragglers that have no intention of leaving when someone else is footing the bill.

Walking into the bar, you begin to wonder who books a last minute party on the weekend but decide it doesn’t really matter. You had an amazing day with your amazing man and were getting paid double, so it was definitely a win/win, even if your thighs were more sore than you realized before you left your apartment.

Note to self, uber the next time you have an all day sexcapade. You start to giggle at the thought when you make your way to the back room and start rearranging the bar to your preference. .

”Finally! I was beginning to worry you were going to stand me up!” Gary yells as he makes his way over to you. “Are you kidding? You offered me a lot of money to be here, and I have student loans out the wazoo! This is the second best thing that's happened to me today.” you state, not bothering to look up as you are wiping down the bottles.

“And by the look of that stupid grin on your face, I’m going to assume a certain someone is the first?” he questions, but you just shake your head and smirk.

“When is the party supposed to arrive? Any special requests I need to know about?” you ask in an attempt to change the topic as quickly as possible.

“They will be here any minute now and you are the only one back here tonight, but it’s only 10-12 guests so you should be fine. But let me know if you need a cocktail server or bar back, I can’t spare both but I’ll pop in and help when I can” he smiles and turns back to the bar area of the bar.

You are digging for the better rocks glasses when you hear people enter the room and turn to smile at the arriving guests, only for your face to immediately fall.

“Are you kidding me Stark?!” you grit out. “I can’t get away from you for a damn day?” you ask.

“Oh, is this the bar you work at, behind my back? I had no idea” he states dripping in sarcasm. “HA!” you fake a laugh “so this is my payback for not telling you?” “No, actually, Birdman told me about the uniform and I had to see for myself” he says, eyeing you up and down.

“I have to say, you look different than I anticipated and a little hurt that we don’t get to see this side of you in the lab.” You shake your head and laugh at yourself, this wasn’t how you expected your night to go, but at least you knew your clients weren’t just a bunch of assholes.

These people were your friends, practically family since you started working for Stark. “So Tones, what can I get you? I don’t think we’ve ever drank together, so I honestly don’t know if you are a Scotch neat or martini kind of man”

“Well, a little birdie told me that this bar has cocktails named after me and my friends, so that’s why I’m here, I wanted to check them out!” he smiles and you realize he’s either testing your bar-tending skills to prove to you that you don’t need this other job or his curiosity is going to be boosting his ego, either way, tonight will be fun.

“We do have a few, here is the Avenger cocktail list.” you say handing him the list with a smirk, knowing you will be making all of these drinks by the end of the night.

“Well, since you’ve worked here so long, what do you recommend?” he replies while looking over the various drinks “and why am I not listed at the top? If it’s not in alphabetical order, it should at least be listed by best Avenger at the top”

“Well, it’s listed by most popular drink, so if you want something sweet, I would go for The Cap America, if you need something more of a punch try the Black Widow, if you want to get revved up but not remember much of your night you should go for the Hulk. The Iron Man is an acquired taste, but it’s definitely worth a try, but most people don’t order a second one” just describing the drinks to him, you wonder if he thinks you are commenting on the drinks or the people behind them.

“Thor is pretty good if you want something simple, Hawkeye is both strong and sweet, Scarlet Witch is one of my personal favorites, along with the Bucky.” you stare at him with your hands resting on the bar top.

“Wait a damn minute! I am in this bar all the time and there’s no Falcon cocktail? What the hell Y/N?” Sam yells from behind Tony.

“I’m sorry, I don’t get to decide what goes on the menu, but I am working on creating your drink” you respond as sweetly as possible. “I’m just stuck on how to make a drink that people will enjoy, but is also a pain in the ass" you smirk as Sam realizes what you just said.

"I didn't know it was pick on Sam day, but I've had enough! Can I have a beer and tequila shots? I came here to have a good time and I feel attacked right now."

"Of course, whatever you want Sam" you say as you grab a mug and start to pour his favorite beer. Handing it to him with a smile, he leans in and pecks you on the cheek, “you’re lucky I love you enough to put up with your shit” he grumbles as he walks towards the tables.

After fixing all of the specialty drinks for everyone to try the signature cocktail you are certain that the night has just begun. You are wiping down the bar top when you look up to see Bucky grinning at you, turning you realize Natasha is at the bar for another round.

“Same drink or would you like something else, Nat?” “Do you have any decent vodka or am I just wasting your time?” she asks with a laugh. “We actually carry Jewel of Russia, but that’s about as good as it gets, I’m sorry Tony dragged you out tonight just to torment me.” you mention while grabbing the bottle from the fridge and a handful of shot glasses.

“I was wondering what this last minute outing was all about, I figured it was Barnes trying to let you see him in a more relaxed state” she quips while trying to gauge your reaction.

“Bucky? Him and Sam are in here all the time, and I’m not sure why you think he would want me to see him relaxed…..” you reply while setting up a tray for the shots. Natasha grabs two before you can even fill more. “Well, I’ve never seen him gawk at a bartender, like he is tonight”

“I think you are reading into something that isn’t there, but why don’t I take this tray over and test your theory?” you say while grabbing the tray of shots and placing the bottle of vodka in an ice bucket.

Noticing that Bucky was watching most of your conversation you make sure to sway your hips a bit extra and set the tray down in front of the team.

“Alright gang, let me get some of these empties out of here and grab a couple more rounds for you. Any special requests?” you smile around the group seated in the overstuffed chairs and couches.

“Hey Buck, anything you want to ask Y/N for?” Natasha says with a sweet tone. “Like a date maybe?” she adds just as Bucky was about to ask for a drink. You chuckle slightly look over at Bucky who seems to be a bit in shock.

“Uh, nah, I don’t think I’m Y/N’s type” Bucky says attempting to brush off Nat’s comment and not draw more attention to the conversation. With the glasses gathered in your hands, you start to head back to the bar before responding ‘yea, tall, dark and handsome isn’t my type” you smirk as you walk away.

Immediately the entire crew is carrying on like a bunch of teenagers and egging Bucky on to follow you to the bar. You are starting to pour a few pints when Bucky clears his throat to gain your attention.

“So you think I’m tall, dark and handsome, huh?” he almost whispers. “Well, that’s the PG version of what I think about you, didn’t want to get you into any trouble with your roommates. Are you coming back over when this little party is over?” you ask with a smirk.

“Oh, you know I am, I owe you a couple more orgasms today. As long as I get to help you out of that sexy uniform.”

#avengers x reader #bucky barns x reader #marvel fanfiction #reader insert #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #sam wilson #tony stark #natasha romanoff #avengers reader insert #marvel reader insert

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the-unshaped · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME BACK TO BEACON HILLS

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"How's the first day back?"

Stiles Stilinski grinned as his oldest friend, Scott, slapped a strong hand on his shoulder. After what felt like a million years away from each other, he was back, his best friend standing beside him. It was a fantastic feeling.

Walking into the school was bizarre. He had felt nostalgia in the past but nothing to this extent before. Maybe it was because his last school was so much larger, but it seemed like every year they were making noticeable changes. Beacon Hills, on the other hand, was exactly how he remembered. The same white and black speckled linoleum floors, same painted mascot on the walls, same old lockers, same trophy cases lining the main hall.

Stiles was stoked.

Even the classes he'd taken so far, which would have ordinarily bored him since he'd learned a lot of what they were going over already, left him feeling almost giddy. The teachers didn't seem to share the sentiment, but fuck them. He wasn't going to let Finstock calling him Billinski a million times drag him down today.

Stiles and Scott had met up the day before, his dad surprising him with dinner and his childhood best friend as a gift for finishing all his unpacking, but it was even more exciting to know he was going to see him every day. They had talked at least once a week after Stiles finally broke and got Facebook eighth grade year and even more when they both had online gaming, almost every day. It was like they'd never stopped.

Stiles had been begging his dad to move back since the day they left, and he only got more persistent after his reunion with Scott, but no matter how hard he tried to convince him, no dice. That is until his dad's college friend, Adam Wilder, let him know that the Beacon Hills was offering full ride scholarships to the college of their choice to the top 5 graduates and was in need of a new sheriff. Not even John could refuse that kind of help. Despite his worry that he wouldn't be accepted as a transfer, he took a chance and put in an application. A month later and a million moving boxes later, Stiles was leaving his fancy Sacramento apartment and on his way home.

"Not bad, Scott. I've got Dad, my best bud, and my nightmares of a poorly-aged Lydia can finally be absolved because she is still as much of a goddess as the day I left, dare I say more. All is right with the world," he said, eyeing the lean strawberry blonde haired girl down the hall. Scott winced, and pulled at his lock, freeing it from the metal loop before opening it and shoving his math book inside. "I definitely missed this place. What more could I ask for?”

Scott scoffed and scuffed the toes of his shoes against the floor. "I can't imagine why anyone would miss this place."

Stiles eyed him, unsure if he was playing around or not. Leaving Beacon Hills, for him, felt like tearing off a limb, leaving something messy, jagged and bloody in its place. Sacramento hadn't been bad, per se. He made awesome grades and was in a club or two every year. He had some people that could pass as friends he hung out with occasionally, but it wasn't the same as the life he had in Beacon Hills. Also losing a limb, Stiles had survived the initial pain and adapted, but at the end of the day, he knew that it wasn't there and could feel the ache of its absence.

Stiles knew he was meant to be there. It was where he was born m. Where he learned how to tie his shoes and write his name. Where he and Scott made a terrible mess in the kitchen making treats for a fundraiser, and Melissa made them clean all day after school, scolding them even as she ate the last remaining cupcake. It was home.

The only difference between losing a limb and losing Beacon Hills was that there was always a voice in the back of his mind telling him that he could get it back, if only he could convince his dad. It was only a few hours away, and he would eventually be able to choose where he lived. Luckily he hadn't had to wait that long.

Stiles shrugged off Scott's dismissal. "I'm sure you'd miss it once you left."

Stiles closed his locker, and noticed Scott had gone quiet. He took a peek over his shoulder as he clamped his padlock shut and realized he had his eyes trained on an adorable brunette talking to a fierce looking blonde he had noticed earlier in their math class. Stiles looked between them a dorky smirk spreading across his face.

"You are so obvious, man. Your tail is practically wagging."

Scott's eyes shot up, eyebrows knit together. "What?"

"That girl. The brunette. You have your 'unrequited pining' look on your face," Stiles explained, shutting his locker door. Scott frowned, crossing his arms, even as he snuck another peek at her.

"It's not that obvious," Scott muttered.

"I've literally only been here for," he looked at her phone, then back up at Brennan, "three hours and forty-five minutes and I knew the moment you looked at her."

Stiles looked at Scott's downtrodden face then brightened. "Wait, is that Allison? Like love of your life, scary but amazing, Allison?"

The blonde glanced over at them, smirking at Scott. Stiles didn't seem to notice. Even if he had he would have no reason to suspect that she could hear anything he said, but Scott knew differently. He flushed, wrapping his arm around Stiles shoulder, whipping him around to face the lockers in a huddle.

"Dude," Scott hissed. "Keep it down."

"It is her! Holy crap," Stiles laughed. Scott just pouted, his eyebrows still pulled together.

"Yeah, yeah. You're brilliant. Can you shut up now?"

"Come on. You act like people are listening," Stiles said, craning his head around to look at the near bustling halls. "Trust me, we aren't that interesting."

"Speak for yourself. I'm plenty interesting."

"Oh yeah? Let my go ask how interesting you are," Stiles teased. "Yo, All-!"

Scott clamped a hand over his mouth, and Stiles was quick to retaliate.

"Did you seriously just lick me? How old are you? Stiles. Stop it!"

Scott dropped his hand with a scowl, wiping it on his dark jeans.

"I'll have you know, licking people could solve approximately 80% of the world's problems," Stiles said, hitting Scott suggestively. "Speaking of licking, how the hell did you get so built? I thought you sucked at sports."

Scott's scowl bled into a full blown grin, ignoring Stiles' sexual remark. "That was last year. A lot has changed. Now hurry up or we're going to miss lunch. And please try to control yourself a little, okay?"

Stiles gave him a questioning look, but didn't ask. He followed Scott through the halls, weaving through the people, trying to connect names to old familiar faces. Some people were easier to remember than others. He would catch flashes of memories from t-ball and baseball practices, or stories her dad had told him on the car ride here. He had only ever really been close to Scott before they left, but the familiarity was calming in a way he hadn't expected.

Stiles couldn't help but grin when they pushed through the heavy doors to the cafeteria.

The walls were a less than white white, dull and slightly grimy with age. They had long rectangular tables instead of the faux wood round ones at his old school, but honestly he liked these better, even if it was just a bit too much white all together for his taste. Too much like a hospital.

"Wow it hasn't changed at all," Stiles chirped. "I bet Mrs. Green still has that wild chin hair, too."

As if she could hear him, Mrs. Green looked up at him with a scowl. He waved at her excitedly, a lopsided grin painted on his face, and Scott shook his head in amusement.

"Hi, Mrs. Green!"

As they made their way through the food line, Stiles reminisced over the meatloaf and asked if they still had the breakfast pizza with white gravy and sausage balls he loved so much. Scott couldn't help but get secondhand excitement. It had been so long since he had felt normal like this. Not that he didn't like his life or that he didn't enjoy things the way they were, but having a friend that wasn't constantly caught up in his problems was nicer than he had expected it to be.

Stiles continued chattering excitedly up until the moment Scott sat down. At a table. With people. Very hot people. Stiles looked down at Scott with wide eyes, his mouth agape. Lydia Martin. Scott was friends with Lydia fucking Martin? How had this not made it into their text messages?!

Scott cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed.

"Guys, you remember Stiles, right? Stiles, that's Lydia, Allison, Isaac, Jackson, Boyd, and Erica. Cora normally sits with us but I think she-well, actually I'm not sure where she is today."

Stiles' eyes followed down the line, his face flushing. What the fresh hell? Scott was attractive in a totally platonic, nothing sexual way, and he would be blantantly lying if he said he hadn't noticed how fit he was now, but how the hell did they go from being the lanky dorks in class to Scott having supermodel-esque friends?

He immediately recognized some of the faces. Lydia, obviously. Scary hot blonde and Scott's crush, obviously Allison, from the hallway. Then, if his friends being hot wasn't weird enough, he realized with a start who the thin muscular guy was.

"Jackson. Jackson Whittemore? As in the Jackson Whittemore who shoved my Batman figure down the toilet?"

Stiles shook his head incredulously at Scott, like he had been personally victimized by the very thought of his seating partner, and Scott buried his face in his hands. Allison laughed, a musical sound that he had heard about in many different phone calls.

"You shoved his Batman down the toilet?"

Jackson smirked, shrugging slightly.

"Poor guy. So you were always a dick," Erica teased, peeking over the lip of her glass of water.

"We were like 6. I'm sure he's fine," Jackson said, leveling Stiles with a less than pitying glare.

Stiles muttered the contrary gruffly under his breath.

"You sure look tasty. Why didn't you tell us he was so fine, Scott?"

Stiles flushed at the blonde's words, not knowing how to comment to that. He looked to Scott for help, but he just shrugged as if to say, "she's always like this."

The man beside Erica, Boyd if Stiles recalled correctly, rolled his eyes, a knowing look on his face. He wrapped his arm around her and whispered something to her that made her giggle in delight, and Stiles was kind of scared to know what he said to make that noise come out of her.

Stiles, shifted back and forth on his feet, still standing awkwardly near the table holding his tray. He looked at the spot beside Scott, unsure. Out of everything he had prepared for today, this definitely wasn't it.

"You going to sit down Stilinski?" Jackson sneered.

"Actually I was thinking of enjoying my food standing up," Stiles shot back, biting into his roll dramatically. "I'd hate for anything else I love to end up in the toilet."

Scott grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him down onto the bench with strength Stiles didn't know he had. He scowled but kept his mouth closed.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Stiles," Allison said. "Scott talks about you a lot. Like a lot a lot."

"Well isn't that a coincidence, because-" Scott jabbed him in the ribs as hard as he could under the table. Allison smiled bashfully and Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Ow! Stupid overnight muscles," Stiles muttered, rubbing his side. "Not fair."

"You know you aren't going to be eligible for Valedictorian or Salutatorian right?" Lydia asked suddenly, clamping her compact mirror shut. "The policy is that you have to be present for the entirety of your Junior and Senior year to qualify."

Stiles shrugged, trying to keep his overeager inner 9 year old self at bay. "Yeah my dad wasn't thrilled about that, but I told him I didn't care. My GPA is all that really matters. Well, that and my SATs and ACTs."

Lydia gave him an adorable half smile. "Its a shame. It will be nice to have some competition around, regardless. Scott says you're quite the diligent student."

Stiles gave Scott a look that he was too busy ogling to notice. That was strange. That was the second time they mentioned Scott talking about him, yet he knew nothing about any of them. "Is that right?"

Lydia quirked her head, looking between the two, and made a mental note of it.

The rest of lunch went by fairly smoothly, but Stiles couldn't really focus on the various conversations going on around the table, too busy trying to figure everyone out. He could tell that obviously Erica and Boyd were a couple, despite the remark about his attractiveness. Even surrounded by friends, and them frequently chatting with other people instead of each other, he could almost see the personal bubble they had around themselves, so thick it was almost tangible.

From what he could see, Allison and Lydia seemed to be best friends. He wasn't exactly surprised, pretty people always seemed to attract other pretty people, but the vibes they gave off were very different. They were constantly having silent conversations between themselves, checking for opinions as they listened to other people's stories and laughing at inside jokes together. Luckily for Scott, he noticed her eyes would stray over to him frequently, especially when he would start to laugh over something silly.

The most interesting observation seemed to be that while Stiles was away, Scott, Jackson and Isaac had gotten pretty close. Stiles didn't really remember much about Isaac, but he seemed nice enough. He was actually a lot like Stiles in that he was fairly smart, sarcastic, and generally nice to be around, but he had a air of newly self-built confidence around him.

Jackson was the opposite, but to Stiles' surprise, he wasn't as bad as he remembered. Jackson exuded cockiness, that he expected, but he could tell that Jackson was a lot less of a jerk than he used to be when he handed the rest of his food to Isaac before he even had the chance to ask for it. Stiles figured he would be the hardest one to understand, because nothing he said was actually what he meant.

Stiles' thoughts were interrupted when Scott tried to reel Stiles into a conversation about lacrosse, but Stiles was contented to listen to the three guys recap the season so far.

Stiles gradually started feeling a bit more comfortable than he had in the beginning, but something kept nagging at him in the back of his mind: why had Scott told his friends so much about him, yet Stiles was clueless about them? He had heard about Allison, mostly because that was all he talked about, but why hadn't he ever heard of his friendships with the others, especially after Stiles found out he was going to be moving back? They all seemed close. Really, really close. They talked about hanging out on weekends, going to movies, and playing video games all weekend, yet Stiles couldn't remember a single time Scott ever mentioned them.

It was strange. Stiles knew that it was crazy of him to make assumptions from a few passing comments, but something in his gut told him Scott was hiding something.

"Do you have any classes with us?" Isaac asked, holding out his hand expectantly. Stiles shifted so he could pull his schedule from his back pocket and handed it to him. Isaac and Allison looked over it intently, and Jackson snuck a peek, trying and failing to look like he didn't care.

"Chemistry with Scott and Isaac, Math with Scott and Erica, most of the classes with Boyd or Erica if not both, AP classes with Me and Lydia. How did you manage not to have a single class with Jackson?" Allison asked.

"Lucky I guess," Stiles grinned.

Jackson rolled his eyes and Scott elbowed him again. Stiles sucked in air through his teeth and rubbed it until the pain faded. #WorthIt.

"So Scott said your dad is the new Sheriff," Boyd said. It was the first time Boyd had spoken out loud.

"Yeah, he was a deputy here when we lived here before. I guess enough people remembered him from back in the day that when he was nominated, people accepted him."

"Did he tell you how the position opened up?"

Everyone at the table stopped, and eyes were on him. If they were trying to seem subtle, they had definitely failed. Fortunately, though, this Stiles had anticipated. He considered whether he should divulge his true opinions or keep his ideas to himself. After an encouraging nod from Scott, he shrugged.

"Dad told me what they are telling people happened, yeah," he said.

Boyd's flitted to Scott, then he forced a small smile.

"You say that like you don't believe the story."

"I don't."

Boyd looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to elaborate. Erica squeezed his arm gently, not tearing her eyes from Stiles, keeping her expression soft. Scott gave him a look and Stiles relented.

Stiles sighed. "My Dad is going to kill me." He looked up to the ceiling as if he were praying for strength to survive. "They are saying it was a mugging or something near the park. That the guy was at the wrong place at the wrong time, got his stuff taken and killed for his trouble."

"That's what I heard too. Sounds reasonable enough, right?" Allison asked, laughing nervously.

Stiles scoffed. "Sure, if he was getting mugged by Wolverine. I haven't seen the crime scene photos yet, but from the conversations I've heard the last few days about the absolute carnage left behind, I don't see how it could be just a simple mugging. They're missing something, they just don't want to admit it yet."

Stiles pretended not to notice Scott tensing beside him. It was no secret Scott wasn't a fan of blood, but he didn't want to embarrass him by pointing it out.

"What does that even mean?" Lydia asked.

"What does what mean?"

"Mugged by Wolverine?"

"Wolverine. You know. X-Men. Wolver-you don't-you don't know who Wolverine is?" Stiles asked, his hands flailing then falling flat on the table, his eyebrows furrowed in distress.

She gave him an incredulous look, her perfect curls bouncing as she shook her head. He ran his hand down his face.

Jackson handed Lydia his phone and her lips turned down. "Man in tights. Not bad."

Allison rolled her eyes and the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

"Nice to meet you, again, Stiles," Allison said again, grabbing her bag and pulling it over her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, it was truly a pleasure. I need to borrow your calculator so let's go," Jackson said, ushering her away. Scott huffed beside him, and Stiles rolled his eyes. Scott was as oblivious as always.

*****

Everything was messed up.

Cora honestly couldn't decide which was worse, living states away with a bunch of strangers that she couldn't get along with to save her life, or finally being able to come home and dealing with all the frivolous drama that came with it.

Don't get her wrong, she was glad that Derek allowed her to come back home. She loved him and she was really glad that finally someone was starting to treat her like an adult, but having to deal with school and her brother's complicated Pack dynamics was stressful.

Being back home was annoying. Living in South America was worse.

Being away from her home, the last bit of family she had left, it had almost killed her. She didn't want to eat. She couldn't sleep. When she did sleep, it was interrupted by nightmares. Often times she would wake up in the dark, thinking the smoke had enveloped her completely. If that weren't enough, she felt more isolated than she had in her whole life. She was the only human in the Pack, which she was used to, but at least when she was home she was bonded with her family.

She sat in the library, head in her hands, trying not to think about all of the homework assignments that were piling up. Derek had said school was one of the conditions to her moving back in with him, but what exactly did that mean? What was he going to do when she got her grades back? Was he going to ship her back off like Laura had? Would he even feel bad?

She sighed. That wasn't fair. Derek had never wanted her to go, but when Laura decided on something, there wasn't really anything anyone could do to change her mind. As much as Cora didn't want to, she was going to have to talk to him. Good thing talking about feelings was a Hale family specialty.

When the bell rang for lunch, she rolled her eyes. As if her brother and his Pack didn't have enough to argue about, Scott's token human friend was supposed to have his first day today. Not that she wasn't curious what all the hype was about, but she didn't understand why Scott was fighting so hard to let his friend in on all their secrets when he was constantly pointing out how dangerous it was to let Cora stay here.

So, just to spite him, she was here, continuing to work on homework she didn't know how to do, and was too stubborn to ask for help with.

Before she knew it, lunch was over with only a little bit of progress to show for it. She walked begrudgingly to Chemistry, knowing that Harris was probably going to pester her about her revisions from their lab the previous week.

Cora walked to her spot, sitting down, dramatically opening her Chemistry book. Her up and coming best friend, Nina, nudged her with her shoulder has she settled in beside her.

"Did you hear there was a new senior?"

"Unfortunately," She replied icily, pulling a snack from her bag. Nina gave her an odd look. She interpreted it as "what the fuck is up with you?" despite the fact that Nina would never actually use those words. "Apparently he's going to be hanging around my brother's group."

"Oh," Nina smirked, knowingly. "The Hot Hale Harem?"

Cora almost choked on her granola bar, making Nina's smirk grow to a full on grin. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You love me."

Cora rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but laugh with her. Nina was different, but she honestly found it kind of refreshing. It was hard for her to remember to think about normal things like boys and shopping, but Nina didn't mind pulling her into her normie girl stuff.

"So, I was thinking," Nina started.

Cora took a deep breath. "No."

"You didn't even hear what I was going to say," she pouted.

"Fine. It'll still be a no, but continue."

"So you know how we have that test on Friday? I was thinking we could invite the guys to study with us."

(Find the rest on AO3 href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/27811303">The Unshaped</a> (16100 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Infernal_panda">Infernal_panda</a> Chapters: 2/? Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Teen%20Wolf%20(TV)">Teen Wolf (TV)</a> Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Peter Hale, Cora Hale, Laura Hale Additional Tags: BAMF Stiles, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pining, Underage Drinking, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Supernatural Elements, mentions of abuse, eventually, Happy Ending Summary: After leaving Beacon Hills at age 8, Stiles never stopped feeling the indescribable pull, beckoning him back home. A new Sheriff position opening up gives him the chance to move back, and it’s everything Stiles ever wanted. He has his dad, his best friend, and he’s back where he belongs. His first day back doesn’t exactly go as planned, and now he is finding that he was even less normal than he thought. ****A Hale Pack fanfic with all of our lovable characters as they try to integrate Stiles into their wolfyhood and crazy monster-filled lives with Stiles as their unknowing magic friend, and a bit of intertwined fates to keep things interesting )

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #fanfic #sterek fanfiction #slow burn #also on ao3 #lydia martin #cora hale #peter hale #isaac lahey #jackson whittemore #vernon boyd #erica reyes #hale pack

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