#OH NO MY LOVELY CAR WON'T SEE ANOTHER WINTER????

[prettypangolins]

curious, as I was looking at cars today and an 'upgrade' option for one included faux leather on the seats and I don't think I managed not to pull a face. the dealer was super surprised at my dislike of this option (I did say 'ah, I don't really like that'), but my dad reassured me afterwards that he hates them so much too, as does his gf

but the fact that the guy who sells cars to lossa people seemed to think *not* liking the leather option was weird... I wonder...

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

I Love You When You Don't Love Yourself

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Self deprication??? People talking shit I dunno

Genre: fluff and maybe angst

Summary: Bucky let's the opinions of random people get in his head a little too much on a night out

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You take one last look at your makeup in the mirror before deciding you're satisfied with the look.

"You almost ready to go doll?" Bucky asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"Perfect timing. Yeah, I just need to put my heels on." You say standing up and walking over to your shoes which you'd left by your closet. Bucky meets you by them and leans down to slip your heels onto your foot. Oh, how he treats you like a princess.

"You look amazing." He tells you as he stands back up, kissing your temple softly.

"Thank you, so do you." You say. Bucky's hand settles against your back as it always does when you're walking.

"Alright let's get on with this." Bucky says as you leave the tower.

"Do you think everyone's already there?"

"Steve definitely is, Nat probably isn't yet, Tony definitely isn't, Wanda and Vis I'd guess yes. Everyone else is up in the air but everyone's left here."

"Last to go-"

"We won't be the last to leave. Telling you now." He tells you.

"I know." You laugh. "Trust me I have no desire to stay the latest."

The Avengers team has been invited to a charity gala which normally nobody would even think about going to, but after the last several months, you definitely think the team could use the positive press so a number of you are going, to represent the team. It takes you and Bucky 20 minutes to get to the venue and Bucky groans when he sees the red carpet lined with photographers.

"No way there's a red carpet here." He rolls his eyes.

"Of course there is. These galas are a gold mine for PR brownie points." You say. "Just smile baby, if they ask us anything worth answering I can do the talking."

"Works for me." Bucky says leaning over the center console to kiss you quickly before getting out of the car. Bucky hands the keys to the valet as he walks around the front before opening your door. He holds out a hand to help you out and then shifts that hand to your lower back, leading you down the red carpet. You can hear a cluster of voices shouting both of your names behind the disorienting flashes but it's hard to make anything out specifically. That is until you catch one voice above the rest.

"Y/n! What's it like dating the Winter Soldier!?"

You can feel Bucky tense a bit beside you though he tries not to let it show on his face. You flash a bright smile at the sea of photographers and slip your hand behind you to quickly squeeze Bucky's.

"Oh well I wouldn't know, the Winter Soldier doesn't exist anymore." You say easily.

"Are you saying you don't think your boyfriend is dangerous!?" Another voice.

"Not any more than any other avenger. I honestly think that the most volatile of us is Tony! But- for some reason, nobody's worried about the guy who can fit rocket blasters into a briefcase- just the... guy who can punch really hard." You let out a half laugh to lighten the severity of your words but you know you've done what you were trying to do when Bucky pulls you closer subtly and the questions stop. "Ciao!" You add with a light wave. You and Bucky walk the remainder of the carpet, posing every so often until you make it inside.

"The guy who can punch really hard?" He quirks an eyebrow at you once you're inside.

"Well yeah. Don't get me wrong you're plenty dangerous- but we have a god that can summon lightening, a witch that can completely warp reality, a kid who has the strength to throw an entire airplane- and I mean Tony's just some guy comparatively however- that suit of his has military grade weapons and he could at one point carry in a briefcase, I feel like you are not the biggest threat to humanity even in this room."

"You make us all sound dangerous."

"You are. We are. Honestly, the world is just lucky Tony thinks that being a hero comes with more glory than being a villain, and the rest of us have decent moral compasses. The line between hero and villain is pretty thin and when you have abilities people don't understand you are always walking that line. They could turn us into fugitives tomorrow. That's why we do things like charity galas so that's less likely to happen."

"You know we are so lucky you're around because I don't think anyone else would care to protect us in this way." Bucky slings his arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

"True but I suppose that's the good thing about a team, everyone offers a different skill set." You shrug with a chuckle.

"You're so amazing." He says kissing your temple.

"Well I have to be, my boyfriend's pretty cool you know." You smile.

"Oh, is he?"

"Yeah, the coolest." You nod.

"He's a lucky man." Bucky chuckles. 

"Sure is. But I think I'm luckier."

I think he'd disagree."

"I'm sure. Let's go find our seats."

"I'll get us drinks first and find you at our table after." Bucky says removing his arm from your shoulder but kissing your hand before he lets you go.

"You sure?"

"I could track you down in a sea of thousands doll, go. I'll see you in a few." He says.

"Something fruity please." You tell him.

"I know what to do." He winks and walks off. You pivot towards the tables to search the name cards for your and Bucky's seats.

"Y/n, hi I'm Noah, I just wanted to say that I'm a huge fan of yours." The man, Noah, appeared pretty much out of nowhere.

"Hi Noah, thank you. Just- trying to do what's right." You smile. You'll admit you've not had many adults come up to you and say they're fans?? It's usually kids so you're not sure what's the best approach here.

"Oh you don't have to be so modest! You're a hero! You've earned every right to brag."

"I'm not really the bragging type is all." You chuckle.

"That's so honorable." He nods. You hum in response.

"I'm gonna go find my seat, but it was nice to meet you!"

"Oh did you come alone? Is someone waiting for you?" He asks.

"What?" You blink at him.

"Well just that you're usually always with the one with the arm- the soldier."

"Bucky." You say.

"Right him. I'm just surprised to see you without him." Noah shrugs.

"Oh, he's here. He went to get us drinks."

"Interesting. I'm surprised."

"By what? Like you said we're always together." You shrug.

"Yeah, right, I know I guess I just thought by now you'd wake up."

"Excuse you?" You scoff.

"Oh come on darling, you and I both know you can do way better than that killer you're with now." He smirks placing a hand on your arm.

"If you want to keep that hand I suggest you keep it to yourself because if you touch me again you won't have to worry about 'that killer I'm with' I'll end you myself." You smile back at him.

"Fiesty."

"Yes, I tend to be when you insult my loved ones. Go figure. I'm going to go find my seat now before you dig yourself a hole too deep to climb out of, enjoy your evening." You say before walking away. Perhaps you should've mitigated that without threatening him, if it reflects badly on the team you could be undoing the very thing you came here for and that's usually Tony's area of expertise, oh there's your name but I mean that guy totally had it coming he was being an absolute jerk. How dare he say-

"Found ya." Bucky kisses your cheek as he sits beside you, cutting your train of thought.

"Hey." You smile giving him a peck on the lips. "What'd you get me?"

"I forget the name but it's a vodka cran with peach and lime basically, something from their specialty menu. I thought you'd like it." He shrugs.

"I'm sure it's lovely, thank you." You tell him taking a sip. It is pretty good. "What'd you get yourself?"

"Just a whiskey." He says. "Anything fun happen while I was away?"

"Nope, I ran into some guy before I found our seats but, that's an interaction barely worth mentioning." You roll your eyes.

"Uh oh, what'd he do?"

"Doesn't matter." You say with a kiss. "Have you seen anyone else yet? It looks like none of us are at the same tables." You point out.

"I saw Tony and Pepper's place cards but they're not sitting if they're already here."

"Oh, what table are they at?" You ask.

"It's over there, and don't worry I already told the bartender that Tony is only allowed one drink." Bucky says making you giggle.

"Well, that's a relief. Let's hope he didn't prepare for that restriction." You hum.

"I think Pepper keeps him on a pretty tight leash so it shouldn't be a problem. I just figured you'd rather be safe than sorry."

"When it comes to Tony's alcohol consumption absolutely." You nod.

"Oh my god is that the winter soldier?" You hear a voice whisper next to you.

"I can't believe they let him in here." Another hushed voice responds, making your jaw clench.

"Well I'm not about to sit next to him." Voice one scoffs.

"I'm sure we can get someone to switch with us it's fine. Come on." Voice two says and the two scuttle off.

"Fucking idiots." You roll your eyes. Bucky clears his throat and takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Oh look there's Vis." Bucky points out the red synthezoid at a table a few rows away from you.

"Okay so we're here, Pepper and Tony should be, Vision and Wanda are there, isn't Steve coming? I wonder where he'll be sitting." You hum.

"I bet he's already in his seat. Look for a bunch of giggling women hovering at a table and we'll probably find him at the center."

"I wonder why they sat us all apart."

"I imagine to promote mingling. All the Avengers at one table would be rather intimidating for the rest of the gala I think. No one would approach us." He shrugs.

"Oh maybe." You hum. You pick up the program sitting on the table to get an idea of how the evening is meant to play out. They'll start with an opening address, then serve dinner, then do the auction items, and the rest of the night will be dancing and mingling. You and Bucky entertain each other at the table until someone begins the night's todos with the opening address. The speech is about five minutes long, thanking guests and talking about the importance of the cause. Dinner orders from the preselected menu are taken quickly and food is brought out within 15 minutes.

"See I told you it was him." You hear a hushed conversation, not at your table but close. Bucky's hand hovers over the fork that he had been reaching for.

"My goodness you were right. That's scary."

"And to think he has a girlfriend walking around like that." That's the line. Bucky stands from your table abruptly and storms off. You hurriedly gather your purse to follow after him but you stop at the table you'd heard the voices coming from.

"If you guys are so bored with your lives that you have nothing better to do than gossip the least you could do is keep your pathetic opinions to yourself." You scoff before walking off to track down your boyfriend.

"Bucky wait." You call when you catch up to him just outside the venue.

"I want to leave." He says.

"It's barely been an hour-"

"And in that time there have been four separate instances of people talking about me like some zoo animal who can't fucking hear them."

"Four?"

"I heard that guy telling you that you can do so much better than the 'killer you're with now', so yeah. Four."

"We'll leave." You nod. Bucky hands his ticket to the valet and it takes almost no time at all for them to bring your car around to the front.

Your drive home is silent, though you rest a comforting hand on Bucky's thigh as he drives. Back in your room at the tower is where the quiet is finally broken.

"I'm sorry." Bucky frowns.

"What on earth for?" You shake your head at him

"I totally ruined the evening. I know this was- important to you that we go." He sighs.

"Don't be ridiculous. There are enough Avengers there to represent the whole team Bucky we didn't have to go, we didn't have to stay. Plus I never want you to be somewhere you don't feel comfortable. The gala is not nearly as important to me as your feelings." You tell him.

"Everything would be so much easier if it wasn't so-"

"Bucky don't. That's a dangerous path to start down. There is nothing wrong with you."

"Stop, y/n. Stop pretending that you don't hate it. If I could still have my normal arm I-"

"Well you don't." You snap, cutting him off.

"What?" He blinks at you.

"You don't have your 'normal arm' Buck, and I didn't even know you when you did. I fell in love with you with the metal one attached to your body, and it's the only you I've ever known. How could you possibly think I hate it?"

"You heard what people were saying tonight-"

"I'm not dating any of them or their opinions. And neither are you. Who gives a fuck what they have to say about it? Don't let them decide what parts of you are worth loving." You say grabbing his face.

"Don't you get tired?"

"No. I'd happily spend the rest of my life clapping back at people's ignorant comments if it meant always coming home to you. I've fought evils those peabrains couldn't even comprehend if they tried, their narrowminded drivel means nothing to me. They're like walking talking gossip rags. Who pays those any attention?" You roll your eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too. All of you. Even with your metal arm and your chaotic history. Don't you dare let random noise make you forget that." You poke his chest.

"Alright alright." He laughs pulling you against his chest into a hug.

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[user2772636]

Douzième Fille

12th Girl

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Some chances are taken too late. You only realise what you've lost when you're starting to lose them. Goodbyes are hard, especially when you've just started.

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Joseph Descamps x Reader

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, turn back now I'm warning you, goodbyes, intimate scenes, MAJOR heartbreak, swearing

References to Call Me By Your Name

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Chapter eight: Joseph, Joseph, Joseph

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It was hot that morning. I woke up in a layer of sweat, windows exuding heat, hair clinging on my neck, my blanket on the hardwood floor.

George sits on the window frame, taking the heat opposite of how I was.

I get up, groaning with a slight headache. I place my feet on the floor, keeping my eyes closed for the time being, trying to relax and gain back my senses.

There'd been a feeling in me this whole time, but as I woke up, it felt so much more evident. A clench in my chest.

I don't know where it came from or when it started, but I felt it there. It never really took my attention. Maybe it was from whatever position I was in. Or if I hadn't eaten or drank enough.

Summer is just around the corner, but I don't want it to start. It was always something I looked forward to.

Dipping into cold waters under the heat of the afternoon sun, eating fruits with their juices spilling over countertops and silverware. Tanning, sunburns, dry mouths from salt water. Then winter comes and you wait for summer again.

It's probably because I'm expecting something I know won't be there. But what is it? I have a summer job now, and I'm headed to Paris. What else could I possibly want?

I know exactly what. It's not that I'm afraid of it. It's because I can't change it. And it hurts.

Summer is when I'm supposed to be happy. He's ruined all of that now. I've got to get a grip, too. He won't care, so I shouldn't. But I care. I care a lot.

This isn't something I should think about. I'll forget him as soon as I get to Paris. I'll forget anything that's happened between us, even if nothing really did. I'll forget, and I'll forever have that feeling that I felt now. That something's there, and I'm not giving it attention.

Because deep down, I know what it is. And, it hurts.

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The walk to school was short-lived and ordinary. Nothing special happened. It was just brighter; which didn't really match my mood.

I was also a bit late. Most of the students were already heading in, and the bell rang as soon as I stepped through the gate.

I make my way up the staircase, keeping my head downcast and not paying anyone any mind.

All throught class it wasn't special. We did assignments, lectures, and all common school things. But the sound of pages being flipped, ink on paper, pattering of floorboards, it comforted me. I knew those sounds would stay with me throughout my life. People don't.

When class was dismissed, I took my time. I might not see this school again. I might move back to Paris. I might not see Michèle or Simone as much. And I won't, more so refuse to see Joseph ever.

It was afternoon now, so everything's brighter than this morning. And everything's hotter, too. I shade my face with my hands, squinting to see Callum's well-known car on the side of the road.

He's outside leaning on the door, smoking. I'm guessing his third cigarette today. He still has his wide smile on, and I wonder if his cheeks ever hurt.

"Good afternoon, pretty girl." He says as he patches his cigarette out. "How are you?"

"Hot." I shrug, going around the car with Callum as he opens the passenger door for me. I get inside, him as well after doing another roundabout the car.

"Well, love how you state what I already know." I think about that sentence for a while, sensing it was off. I realise what he meant, and I smack his arm.

"Oh, what now? Let me be funny!" I roll my eyes as he starts the car, a faint smile on my face. One thing I know for sure is that Callum is one of the people who would stay with me throughout my life. He was the reason I'm going back to Paris, the reason I have somewhat of a career. And I'm glad I met him, even with the circumstances of difficult feelings.

Whilst I talked about my day to him, I had realised nothing special happened because I didn't interact with Joseph. The day felt gloomy. It felt so underwhelming, so boring, because he wasn't involved.

"And it's so weird because we hadn't talked since that dinner." I tell Callum, who's been listening to me this whole time. We decided to go to a lake to cool off. It was a bit well known, but not too crowded since the school season isn’t off yet.

I made a quick pick up in my house, including a goodbye to George.

Going back, Callum nods. His hand flexes on the steering wheel.

"So, let me round this up. Joseph's mother invited you to dinner, then teased both you and him, then when he walks you out to their place, some girl-"

"The girl from the alley."

"The girl from the alley pops up from nowhere, fully dressed up."

"Exactly."

"But, why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"I mean, sure, I've never met her, but who could compete against you?"

"Okay, Callum, whatever-"

"No, I mean, how stupid can Joseph be to pick anyone but you?" This makes my breath catch on my throat.

"Don't call him stupid, Callum. He's fucking brilliant."

He quiets down, smile fading just a bit from my serious tone.

"Sorry." I had apologised.

"No need. It's fine. I just... you know what I meant."

"Yeah, I knew what you meant. Just... instict, you know?"

"I get that. You're in love, so you're defensive." He shrugs and starts to smile again. He's holding in a laugh.

"Shut up." I glare.

"Not gonna happen." I don't want it to happen.

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The next morning was the same. It was hot, I took a longer shower, got dressed, said goodbye to George, and headed to school.

This time, I met with Simone. I ask her about Michèle, getting worried that she hasn't come to school for two days straight. Before she could respond, she stopped in her tracks, seeing Jean Pierre across the hall.

"I- I'm sorry, Y/N, but I really need to talk to Jean Pierre. Stay here, please?" She scrunches up her face in guilt, but I simply shrug it off, knowing that if she wants to talk to someone, I shouldn't stop her. Especially if that someone is her boyfriend. Or whatever he is.

They go ahead to talk, me staying at the same place she left me, keeping a close eye on them. I lean against the wall, the hallway now a lot more quiet than when the bell rang a few minutes ago.

Their conversation lasted for only a bit because I saw Jean Pierre walking away. I head to Simone's side.

"So, what did you talk about?" She's still, and there's no emotion on her face. I worry.

"He just broke up with me." Oh. I pull her into a side hug, not knowing whether she was devastated with the news or if she was okay with it. She looked like both but neither at the same time.

I nod towards the stairwell, deciding for the both of us we should head to the courtyard to have our break. Or the bathroom for a quick cry.

We pass by a group of boys, and one of them keeps his eyes on me. Then, when I turned to glance at who it was, I realised it was just an eye.

In that moment, everything in me faded away. All the hate towards him, all the sadness, all the misunderstanding. I just wanted to talk to him again. For one last time. So I did.

"Joseph," I stop in my tracks. I tell Simone to keep going, that I'm fine left alone. She nods in acknowledgement and walks down the staircase.

I turn around to meet his stare. My breath catches in my throat, not having this kind of interaction in a while.

I walk towards him, a bit slow. "Can I talk to you?" I pause. "Alone?"

His friends tease him and push him around lightly, but his eyes are still as well as his whole body. I fear his heart might be, too.

He simply nods and silently eyes his friends to go. We're left alone near the window and take a seat in the space.

"You must be wondering why I'm talking to you again so suddenly." He stays quiet, looking down.

"Joseph..." I scoot closer. I bring both my hands up to his cheeks, only hovering above them.

He stays silent. I bring my hands back until he leans forward and into them, gently grabbing my wrists and holding them still. I feel the air come out of his nose as he exhales, body slumping down.

"I'm sorry. For everything. Ignoring you was one of the most stupid things I've done. Being angry was second." I tilt my head to see if he's opened his eye, but he keeps them closed. His thumb rubs one of my wrists.

"You should be with anyone you want to be with. It shouldn't matter to me. But, it did." He lifts his head, peering an eye. His mouth opens, then closes again. I keep going.

"I missed you. I've been missing you. I miss all the times we weren't mad at each other." I caress his cheeks, and he leans into my touch.

"I was never mad at you." Joseph says, but I shake my head.

"You were. And that's fine. It's okay to be mad at me. I get it." He furrows his brows at me.

"Don't say that. I was never mad at you. I've never been mad at you."

"But what about all those times you shouted at me? Those times in the streets?" He sighs deeply, not as relaxed as before.

"I was mad at myself, but I was letting it out on you. And I'm sorry about that. But trust me, I could never be mad at you."

We just stare at each other after. The silence fills the air, and it's the first time it was like this in a while. I had to tell him.

"I'm leaving." I feel his breath stop, and it's so nauseating.

"What?" He mumbles out.

"I'm leaving." I repeat.

"For the summer?" He squints, the gears turning in his head. I wish it was only for the summer.

"No," I look down. "For good."

He pulls away from my hands, sitting straight again.

"No..." He shakes his head. "Don't lie to me."

"I would never." I look him dead in the eye, not wanting him to think that I would ever do.

"Exactly. I know you'd never. So why are you lying to me now? This is some joke, right? Like a cliffhanger for next year. Right?" I simply stare at him.

"Y/N, please tell me you're lying. I'll let it slide. Tell me you're lying." He begs, grabbing a hold of my dropped hands.

I don't move. I don't look at him. I don't say anything. That was enough of an answer.

"No..." He whispers. He does it all over again as he gets up and paces. He rubs at his eye, and I get up and say "Stop."

He stills. I see the tear stains reflect off his cheeks from the sunlight outside coming in. His head is down as it was before. I sigh deeply, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"Come here." I pull him in, and he immediately engulfs me in an embrace. He sobs desperately, and I try my hardest not to join him.

A series of "please don't go"s spill out of his quivering mouth, and my brain goes numb. He's shaking. His heart is pounding. His mind's all over the place.

I hush him, rubbing his back like I do with a baby, whispering nothings into his ear. When he stops, his body is still slumped down to hold mine.

"We wasted so many days. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asks once we're sat back down the window.

"I tried. I promise. We were still mad." He laughs, and it's been such a long time that my brain got nostalgia.

"Fuck. I'm gonna miss you all over again." He bites his lip as he looks down, fiddling with the inseam of his pants. I purse my lips together.

"We'll keep in touch." He shakes his head.

"You'd be everywhere."

"I'll call your home phone."

"I'm not gonna be home in the summer."

"I'll call wherever you are."

"Thank god you thought of something for that because I was ready to start sobbing again." He laughs again, and the suns back in his eyes. Like it left and came back.

I grab a hold of his hands, stopping him from fidgeting. I make him look back up at me.

"I promise I'll phone you every day. I'll send you letters, postcards, and pictures. I'll even send you some magazines I'm in." I shrug, and he smiles.

"I don't think you have to do that last one. I'm keeping my eye on every magazine booth here on out." We chuckle together. We stay quiet again, then Joseph tucks my hair behind my ear.

"You're beautiful, Y/N Pardine. You'll do great out there. I'm only a phone call or a pen away." I flush at his bluntness and smile sweetly. He does, too.

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The party happened. We spent almost the whole time together. We had even danced.

An American song called "At Last" plays in the background as Joseph holds me, dancing slowly.

His hands cup my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck, his forehead against mine. I play with the ends of his hair as he caresses my body.

We laugh, we drink, we talk, and we glance. We do what we missed. We held each other. We absorbed one another.

There was a time in that party that happened between Simone and Jean Pierre. Thank god he finally said something of the truth, because that breakup was a straight lie.

Anyways, the night ended, but nothing happened. I don't know what I was expecting, but there was a feeling something special could've happened to me. Like a string tugging on my insides.

Something to do with pretty pink lips.

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The next morning, I woke up with his arms around me.

He smelt of fading whiskey, cigarette smoke, and expensive cologne. Just as he always did.

His eye patch was off, his hair a mess, and his jacket's on the floor. His shirt is wrinkled, he's breathing evenly as one does in their sleep, and there's a small snore coming from him. It's adorable.

When I get up, or at least try to, his grip on me tightens. Not in a way that hurts, but it's strong enough for me to come collapsing on his chest. He's warm again.

"Five more minutes." He groans, and I sigh deeply. Five more minutes will be alright.

Ten minutes pass, and only then do we get up. I hand him a towel and some clothes, my father's again, then one of my own, then usher him to the bathroom. I fix our bed, pick his jacket up off the floor, and fold it neatly.

Once I hear the shower turn off and the door creak, I try my best not to turn and just... stare. It's creepy, I know. But, who could blame me? I mean, I was leaving for good.

Right. Leaving for good.

I feel his arms wrap around my waist, his head tucking into my neck, his nose poking at some sensitive spots. I squeal silently, and he chuckles to himself, the vibration of his chest spreading around my back.

"Want some breakfast?" He whispers. George lies by the windowsill, watching the both of us in embrace. His tail moves around, eyes blinking slowly. He's glowing from the sunlight hitting him.

"If you don't mind. Please, and thank you." I turn my head a bit towards him. He nods, pressing a kiss to my hair. I smile to myself whilst I check things off my list last minute.

He's done with breakfast by the time I finish my quick shower. I'm fully dressed now. The only things missing are my coat and my suitcases.

Joseph sits across from me. We were in this position before.

"So, how's Callum? Still a prick?" He says as he stabs on some of the eggs he made. I finish my bite before answering.

"Callum's doing fine. I don't know why you've always been so off about him. He's a good guy." I shrug, tilting my head for an answer. "What's got you like that?"

He sighs, dropping his utensils gently on the table top. I place a hand over his, and he turns it to hold mine.

"Felt like he stole you from me." He mumbles, but it was clear enough for me to hear.

I purse my lips at this remark. "No one's gonna keep me away from you. Except that girl that actually did." I laugh as Joseph groans.

"I already told you, I didn't even know her." From this, I kept going.

"Well, then why did you basically call me a slut?" I raise my eyebrows in amusement, as to show that I moved on from it. Still, I was curious.

He pauses. For a long time. I begin to worry, thinking he actually meant it. I try to pull my hand away, but his grip turns firm.

"No." Joseph whispers out of desperation. He's taking deep breaths. I can tell he's overthinking. But I need to know the truth.

"You've got to tell me, Joseph. Otherwise, we'll shrug each other off again. Do you want that?" I push on him. He needs to tell me. I need to know.

"No. I don't want that. Just..." He closes his eyes, readying himself.

"The boys wanted to talk to you. I couldn't let them. I knew how they meant. And I'll just put it simply that they meant badly. So I had to tell them things about you that weren't true so they could get pushed away from the idea of you." He cups my cheeks from across the table. I lean into his touch.

"I don't want anyone to take advantage of you. Thank whatever god is up there that I found out because if I hadn't..." He breathes in deeply, caressing my face with his thumb. "I don't even want to think about that. Okay?"

I nod. I get up from my seat to give him a hug. He remains seated, his face pressed up on my stomach. I rub his back and comb fingers through his hair.

He stands up slowly, hands still attached to my hips. They roam up to my wait as he hovers over me, and I feel my breath hitch in my throat. He's so close. His nose just bumps into mine. He's looking down at me. At my eyes. At my lips. His breath is haggard.

"Callum's probably waiting." I whisper, my breath fanning over both our lips. Our lips only an inch away from eachother.

"Let him wait." His voice is low. He's starting to make my knees buckle.

A loud crash is heard throughout the flat. I yelp away from him. Now we're feet away from each other, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. As if we did something. And we didn't even.

George meows on the kitchen counter, staring at us innocently with the keys now on the floor. I sigh deeply, walking towards him and picking him up.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, but," I hand George to Joseph. "My baby's yours."

His eye widens in surprise, then he switches his gaze from me to the cat, then back to me, then back to the cat.

"I can't..." I shake my head, smiling.

"He's yours, Joseph. That's final. He already loves you more than me. It's alright. Plus everytime you see him, you think of me."

He flushes, demeanour relaxing. "I already think of you too much."

It's my turn to flush now. But I respond. "Good."

××《☆》××

We arrive at the train station. I bid a thank you and goodbye to Joseph's mother, hugging her for a short while. Joseph carries all my belongings.

I spot Callum at a bench.

"Callum, you remember Joseph." I nod to Joseph. He drops my things next to Callum's.

"Of course I do. The infamous lover boy. It was nice meeting you, man." Callum shakes Joseph's hand. Joseph purses his lips tightly, gripping on Callum's hand.

"I'm still not sure about you... but she trusts you, so I should, too." Callum nods firmly. They let go of their handshake.

"Well, I better get our things in. Say your final goodbyes." He moves to go in the train. Me and Joseph are alone again.

"Got your pretty things intact?" Joseph teases, and I simply laugh.

"Yes, I do." I look up at him. He moves closer, hands on his hips.

"One day, I'll hear those words again." There's a feeling in me. Like dejavu, but a feeling from the future. I couldn't explain it, but what he said made sense. Like I knew, I would say those words again, too.

We stand in silence. I walked closer, embracing him for one last time. He leans down, his hands tight around me, his head over mine. I feel a lump in my throat.

We held each other for one last time. We smelt each other for one last time. We absorbed each other one last time.

I try to pull away, but he pulls me back in. The lump grows bigger.

When we finally pull away, my eyes start to sting. I palm my throat, trying to push that growing lump down. His hands are on my shoulders. He lets go.

"Goodbye, Y/N Pardine." He mutters, his voice breaking.

"Goodbye, Joseph Descamps." I mock him with a smile on my face.

I turn around and walk on the train. Joseph follows me, guiding me up the steps. His hand holds onto mine. I hang on the pole.

The train blares its horns, and it starts to move very slowly. The tears escape my eyes. He wipes it away.

"Y/N," he says. "I love you."

I sob. I laugh. It's a bit ugly.

"I love you, too. So much."

He stands on his toes and kisses me. His pretty pink lips are finally on mine. I grip the trains pole harder.

The trains blares again, and my kisses become more desperate. The train moves faster and faster, and Joseph starts to run. His lips start parting from mine, tears dropping even more.

"Come back to me, Y/N!" He shouts. He's still running. He's laughing now. And he's crying. He's beautiful. He gets farther, farther, and farther.

Then he's gone.

××《☆》××

End- Chapter eight: Joseph, Joseph, Joseph

Next- Chapter nine: ______

××《☆》××

I'm actually crying omfg. This hits so diff w the song in the background. Its short but omfg the angst. Help me. Hahhahahahaha.

[yes-divine-ruler]

Stan Bowes x Fem!Reader Smut - “Shopping w/ Your Sugar Daddy”

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CW: public, vaginal sex, fingering, daddy kink a bit

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Word count: 2001

"Hey, hop in."

Stan was seated on the leather in the backseat of his chauffeur's car, a cellphone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. You were waiting for him to arrive on the sidewalk, your body wrapped in an opulent minx coat to protect you from the New York chill. Stubbing out your cigarette with the ball of your stiletto, you slide in beside him, closing the door and buckling yourself in for the journey.

Stan didn't speak to you at first, his face screwed in concentration as he listened to his colleague fill him in on the aftermath of a client meeting. He did place his large hand over your stockinged thigh though, squeezing your skin with every emphasis he made to his colleague over the phone. You were just happy to be there, taking the opportunity to reapply your lipstick in the reflection of your compact mirror. When Stan finally hung up the phone he sighed in frustration, shoving the cellphone into the front pocket of his suit jacket.

His attention finally turned to you, his eyes raking over your appearance as you began to chew on a piece of gum.

"I'm sorry, work is on my ass even when I'm not in the office.." he leaned in closer to you, "where's my kiss?"

You obliged happily, closing the space between you to press a long, hard kiss to his soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, totally consumed by you as your lips moved against his. You pulled away to take a subtle breath, Stan's hand reaching upwards to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. You'd noticed he'd taken off his wedding band.

"Are we still going to Manhattan Mall?" You asked him, your lustrous eyes peering into his.

He chuckled softly, nodding his head before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah baby, I have until 6 o'clock before I have to drive back to New Jersey."

You pouted, not realising there were time restrictions on your date. Stan had promised to take you shopping so he could buy you half a new wardrobe of winter clothing, and you weren't sure if 2 hours was enough time to try everything you needed on.

"Daddy," your voice got quiet, your tone quivering, "can't you leave at 7 instead? I need time to look around and try everything on."

Stan rolled his eyes with a smile, lacing your fingers with a small chuckle.

"Okay let's make it 6.30, and I won't bother you the whole time."

You were both dropped outside Manhattan Mall, and hand in hand you made your way inside, already buzzing with excitement. You dragged Stan into the first store you saw, immediately riffling through the clothes on the rack at the entrance of the store. Stan stood back, silently watching you with a small smile on his lips. Nothing made him happier than seeing you happy.

"Daddy? Can you hold this?" You turn with already an arms-full of clothing, dropping it into Stan's arms without giving him time to react. With a grumble he took the clothes, and followed behind you as you manoeuvred over to the fitting rooms.

Stan hung the clothes up for you, and then sat outside on a bench to take another phone call. You drew the curtain, and began to try on every item of clothing.

"You haven't showed me a single outfit baby," Stan pined from outside, and giggling from his whining, you drew back the curtain. His eyes almost popped out of his head, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Oh shit."

You had tried on a blue-black $220 woollen trench coat, but failed to wear anything underneath. Stan sat back as you did a small spin for him, facing him once more so he could drink in your lace panties and matching bra.

"Very nice," Stan licked his lips, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, when you'd noticed the tent that began to form in his work trousers, "Now get back inside before someone else sees you."

"I'm gonna buy all of it."

Stan gave up his card without hesitation once you were both standing at the counter, not even remotely phased by the quadruple digits glaring at him from the back of the till.

He held your bags as you waltzed through the mall together, eyeing everything and feeling like you could buy it all. Stan stopped when you passed a lingerie store, raising his eyebrows at you questionably.

"How about we go in here?" He shot you a cheeky smile, laying a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

"Wouldn't you just love that," you teased, agreeing to walk into the store with him.

Stan was quick to find something he liked, that he thought would look so good on you, it almost made him drool.

"Try this one, please?" Stan pouted at you, revealing the most skimpy pair of panties you'd ever seen. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head and taking them from him.

"Stan, you can't just try on panties," you said, rolling your eyes at his naivety, "and I thought you said you weren't going to bother me."

"We'll buy them after, I'll even pay for them before you try them on," he brought you over to the fitting rooms and nudged you into a stall. You hadn't realised that the panties were a part of a set, with a matching embroidered suspender belt connected to a lace corset, until he'd placed the hook of the coat hanger in your hand.

Fulfilling his wish, you stripped down to nothing and tried everything on, knowing that Stan would buy it for you just so he could rip it off you later.

"Okay, come in, but eyes closed," peering at yourself in the mirror, and letting your hair cascade down one shoulder, you waited for Stan to come into the stall with you. You watched as his hand peeked through the curtain first, and you quickly grabbed onto it to pull him inside.

His eyes were closed and the smile on his face didn't waver as you closed the curtain behind him.

"No peeking," you giggled, guiding his hand towards your breast, letting him knead it in his big hand. He let out a frustrated groan as your hand began to palm him through his pants.

"Can I look now?" He pleaded, and when you'd said yes, his eyes opened.

He sucked in a deep breath, holding it in as his eyes raked your body once again. He was in heaven seeing the expensive lingerie on your body, noticing the way it hugged every curve just the right way.

"Holy shit," he muttered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into his chest.

"What do you think?" You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him as your fingers played with the lapels of his fitted blazer, suddenly feeling the urge to tear it off his broad shoulders.

"I think..I wanna fuck you right now," his lips ghosted over the outer of your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck spiking as his breath fanned the side of your face. You let out a small whine, your grip on his blazer only tightening as Stan began to pepper kisses across your jaw.

"You're so sexy, my girl, I just wanna feel you around me."

His lewd praise rung through your ears as he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He backed you against the wall of the stall, hiking up your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You pushed his blazer to the floor, as his tongue greedily explored your mouth, your fingers working at the fastener of his dress pants. 

Your fingers tugged down his boxers, just enough to free his hardened cock. His lips returned to the skin of your neck as you began to stroke him softly, biting down into your skin to stop himself from moaning.

Supporting you with one arm against the wall, Stan spat on his fingers, before pulling your new panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your slick folds. You tugged on his hair in anticipation, waiting him for him to finally enter you.

"Gotta be quiet baby," Stan murmured, finally sliding a finger into your entrance, expertly curling his finger to prepare you for his length. You bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he added a second finger to pleasure you with.

His fingers came to a halt, and hastily he pushed his tip against your entrance. Stan’s dark eyes rolled back as he sunk into you, bringing his hand up to your mouth to stop you from mewling out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you, your heart beat accelerating as the adrenaline kicked in. You would be in so much trouble if anyone caught you right now.

He began to thrust, his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked up the pace inside you, his fingers soaked in your arousal still covering your quivering lips.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, a dull knocking beginning to sound from your bodies hitting the wall behind you. Neither of you cared in the moment, the thought of someone catching you leaving your mind as you felt the knot start to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Stan held you so close, rutting his hips upwards to meet your sweet spot again and again, the wet sounds of you the source of the red hue that flourished across your cheeks.

“I’m cumming baby, all in that tight little pussy,” Stan’s crude whispered words made a shiver run up your spine, “cum with me baby, I feel you getting close.”

It pushed you over the edge, waves of an intense orgasm coursing through your body as Stan filled you with his warm seed, a loud moan caught in the back of your throat. His last few thrusts were sloppy and uneven, and when he finally set you back on your feet, he captured your lips in another kiss.

“Fuck I can’t get enough of you,” Stan groaned against your lips, pulling up his boxers and fastening his pants.

He looked down at his watch, his eyes widening when he realised the time.

“Let’s buy these baby and get outta here, I gotta get going, I’m sorry angel.”

Your heart sank, but you couldn’t let him know, watching longingly as he slipped out of the stall unnoticed and answered the phone that was ringing in his blazer pocket. It was the downside of what should be only a transactional relationship.

You folded the lingerie, dressing yourself once more, and exiting the stall yourself, taking the garments to the front counter.

Stan was on the phone when he swiped his card, and you curtly thanked the retail assistant behind the counter as you left the store, who of which you thought might’ve known of your prior activities from the distasteful look on her face.

“I’m gonna call you a cab princess, I’ll be back in New York in a couple days,” Stan held out a hand to hail a taxi, still holding your bags of clothing in his firm grasp.

“Stan,” you stopped him as the cab halted in front of you on the sidewalk, “you promise you’ll see me? Come by the apartment?”

He hastily packed your shopping into the boot of the car, and then stopped in front of you. He offered you a soft smile, his eyes showing as much longing as your own as he hugged you to his chest. It wasn’t easy for him either to leave.

“Promise baby girl, I’ll see you soon.”

Stan made sure you were secure in the backseat of the cab, tapping the window as a final goodbye once you were buckled in. You watched from the side mirror as Stan disappeared into the distance, swallowed by the foot-traffic on the busy Manhattan stretch.

[lovelytsunoda]

holding out for a hero ( iii ) // platonic! mercedes amg

summary: a holiday party at marcus armstrong's house brings changes to y/n's life, in the form of both a british f2 driver she'd rather not show her face around ever again, and a very awkward milestone.

pairing: platonic!mercedes amg f1 x reader, brief olli caldwell x reader

warnings: first kisses, a slew of emotions i don't want to unpack, it's going to be cute and angsty all at the same time, self-deprecation, basically the same warnings as the rest of the series tbh, mentions of an alcohol allergy, paul being a little shit

author's note: this is lowkey based on the story of my first kiss from last december . . . i actually hated it all and we're back to the drawing board on that whole dating thing. i fear my standards may be too high.

this series would make such a good sitcom tbh

"marcus, for the last time, i don't do parties." y/n insisted, frowning at the face on her phone as she stride out of the mercedes building in brackley. "i don't care that i already know most of the people who are going to be there, or that the guys are bringing their girlfriends. the answer is no."

"come on!" marcus armstrong begged on the other end of the facetime call, laughing as the young intern clumsily zipped up her tommy hilfiger jacket, hiding the bottom half of her face under the collar as the wind whipped her face, flakes of snow beginning to fall from the winter sky. "it's not as bad as you're thinking it's going to be. it's literally just at my house, my younger sister is going to be there."

y/n snorted. "come on, armstrong. if you think telling me that your teenaged sister is going to be at the party is a drawing factor, you need to reevaluate things in your life. besides, liam is going to be there and it's going to be ultra painful to see him and his girlfriend being all loved up."

silverstone had been a huge knock to y/n y/l/n's self-confidence. it had taken a lot for her to allow herself to be that vulnerable. to dance in front of the rowdy group of boys, to let her guard down long enough to meet new people, to have a good time.

to tell liam lawson that she thought he was cute, just for liam to shatter her heart into a million peices without even meaning or trying to.

god, she wished she could stop being so sensitive sometimes.

she hadn't been to another race since. she also hadn't spoken directly to liam, occasionally being looped into things on the group chat. as far as she was aware, red bull were shipping him off to japan with cem bolukbasi to run a superformula test.

she was heading back to her car now, the cold air turning her fingers numb as she clutched her phone, digging in her pocket for her car keys.

"i'm not doing it, armstrong."

"and why the bloody hell not? you had a great time in sliverstone, and i'll have james keep liam away from you if that would make you feel better."

y/n had opened her mouth to say something when she felt a pair of hands clapping her on the shoulders.

"she's going." susie wolff insisted. "come on, y/n. you need to get out more. you deserve to let yourself have fun."

"but this party isn't going to be fun, susie."

susie grinned, hands in the deep front pockets of her trench coat. "you won't know unless you try it, kiddo." she turned to the phone. "marcus, she'll be there!"

____

y/n stood in front of her mirrored closet door, smoothing her fingers over her hair, drawn back into a tight half-up ponytail kind of style.

"you look great, kiddo!" angela cullen's voice faintly filtered through the phone speakers, a kelsy karter song playing softly from the turntable in the corner.

"ang, i'm going to make a fool out of myself out there." y/n groaned. "i hate parties!"

"but you know these guys, y/n. you know marcus, you know clem and you know fred. you'll be fine. with that being said, if you want to leave early, call one of us."

"oh, you'll definitley be getting some kind of call." she rolled her eyes, stopping the turntable and sliding the shiny black vinyl back into it's sleeve, fairy lights twinkling above her. "what if they don't like me, angela?"

"and what if they love you?"

after bidding the physiotherapist her goodbyes, y/n pocketed her phone and padded across the dusty apartment floor to her kitchen. the apartment felt too big for her to live in on her own, and technically she didn't, but it's not like her roommate was ever home. she sighed to herself, opening the fridge to stare at the almost empty shelf, making a mental note to order her groceries.

if there was anything that gave her anxiety, it was grocery shopping. there was a voice in her head that always seemed to tell her that the cashier ringing her groceries through was judging her, or that that mother with two kids in a stroller was frowning at the nutritional index of meals she hadn't even made yet.

she grabbed the plastic container with the kirkland signature logo, groaning to herself as she realized that the lettuce in her pre-made ceaser salad had gone off.

"fuck me." she muttered, throwing the entire thing in the trash before grabbing a ziploc container filled with sliced peppers, that way she had at least eaten something before she went to the party.

just in case her anxiety stamped out her appetite

her nimble fingers sailed across the keyboard as she texted clement, asking for a ride to marcus'. she had no idea where she was going, and she didn't want to be lost in london this close to the new year.

i'll be at the apartment in twenty, and i've got my girlfriend with me. she can't wait to meet you! you're going to have a great time at marcus'

she took a deep breath, reminding herself to calm down a little. it was just marcus armstrong's house. what could possibly go wrong? they're the same people she had such a great time with at silverstone, right?

_____

she regretted going to marcus' almost as soon as she walked through the doors to his massive penthouse. at the track, they could pretend that they were all the same. but not here, not out in the real world when y/n walked through the front doors of his doorman building with glass elevators, his penthouse that was bigger than even the townhouse she grew up in with her parents.

in the kitchen, marcus had stacked a sturdy tower of martini glasses. behind them, felipe drugovich was standing on a kitchen chair with a bottle of ferrari trento champagne in his arms.

"i've always wanted to do this!" the f2 champion shouted. "come on, guys. someone get this on tape!"

"dear lord, what are the twenty stooges doing now?" she groaned, leaning against the wall next to jehan daruvala.

jehan laughed. "making a champagne fountain because liam said he saw it in a movie once. felipe wanted to do the honors of puring it, and nobody wants to argue with the f2 champ, especially when he just found out he's not getting a race seat next year, but logan is."

"shit. i guess the feeder series system just isn't working like it used to."

a chorus of cheers from the kitchen island disrupted further conversation, the warm lights shining down on the last person that y/n wanted to see. god, motorsport was a small world, wasn't it?

liam lawson locked eyes with her from across the apartment, giving her a sad and sympathetic smile. she bit her lip to stop from grimacing, meekly waving back.

nobody else knew what had happened between her and liam, and she preferred to keep it that way.

"y/n!" marcus shouted, throwing his arms in the air and waving her over. "come join us!"

"have a drink." clement encouraged, trying to pass her a glass of champagne.

she shook her head. "give it to your girlfriend, novalak. i'm actually allergic to alcohol."

calan williams narrowed his eyes, skeptically sipping from his own glass. "that sounds fake."

y/n laughed, moving closer to the kitchen island. "its a genetic thing. i can't handle anything more than a cooler or a mixed drink. anything stronger will have me throwing up for hours."

"i think there's some smirnoff ice in the fridge." marcus suggested, pointing towards a large cabinet front. ayumu iwasa opened the cabinet, revealing the fridge behind it.

fucking rich people.

"what the hell, pass me one of the peach smirnoff coolers in the door."

"to felipe!" dennis hauger shouted, hefting his beer into the air, arm full of tattoos on display. "our 2022 champion!"

"and to logan, my old teammate!" liam lawson added, throwing his arm around logan sargeant's neck. liam looked drunkest of all, though it seemed like all of the drivers were a wreck. "williams racing's last hope."

she spent most of the night wandering around marcus' massive house, ducking in and out of conversations. she appreciated that the drivers were trying to help her feel at home, but there was still a small part of her that wanted to flee, to run away and sit at home with her emily henry book or watch a korean psychological thriller.

"so who's actually sticking around next year?" jack doohan asked, slumped across marcus' living room sofa. "aren't they cleaning house in f2?" his buzzcut was growing back in, his shaggy blonde hair fitting his face much better, although the look still seemed odd since the length was at that awkward stage.

"it's dennis, you, ayumu, jehan, enzo, theo, me, amaury, roy, ralph." fred vesti started counting off on his fingers, a drunken slur underneath his words if one listened carefully.

"and i'm not going anywhere any time soon!" ralph boomed. "i'm like fernando fucking alonso, motherfuckers! 2023 is going to be my year, just you wait and see!"

"yeah right! the championship is as much yours as it is clem's!" marcus shouted back with a laugh, an aperol spritz in hand as he messed with the stereo.

"oh, fuck you lot." clement laughed, curled up in an armchair with his girlfriend. "you didn't need to do me like that in front of ines, come on, have some class."

"am i forgetting about anyone?" fred hummed. "i skipped clem, but am i missing anyone else?"

"what about zane? he's coming back, yeah?" amaury suggested.

"dude, it's a miracle that you're coming back." dennis snorted. "i thought you were gone for sure after that speeding ticket fiasco. how long did you lose your license for?"

sitting on the couch in between jack and olli caldwell, she felt suffocated. she drew her arms in on herself, trying to create a bubble of space from the aussie on one side and the briton on the other. her palms felt sweaty, her chest heavy.

"are you okay?" olli asked her softly. "do you want to get out of here? we can go for a walk, take a breather?"

she nodded quickly, her voice soft. "please? i love you all, i really do, but this is a bit much."

"yeah, come on. let's grab your jacket." olli encouraged, taking her by the hand as they both slipped out of marcus' living room.

not that anybody noticed they were gone. or that they had left together.

once they were both outside, y/n felt better. the cool breeze on her face, the twinkling christmas lights that had been lit up glowing in the haze as snow began to fall gently.

"so where are you off to next year if it's not f2?" she asked, fingers still laced with olli's as they walked down the sidewalk.

"endurance, i think. alpine are still sponsoring me as a driver, so laurent has been a hige help in trying to find me something else. it's something different, and i'm looking forward to it. what about you?"

"i have no idea." she answered truthfully, dropping olli's hand. "my internship runs out before the season starts in bahrain. then it will be back to the real world, the world where i'm on my own with my five friends and my roommate. i'm hoping that toto will keep me on next year, but i also realize that he might not have that control. it would be a shame to leave, though. i feel like i've finally found my place in this world."

they stopped walking, y/n leaning against the brickwork exterior of marcus' condo complex. olli stood in front of her, hands in his jeans pockets, his breath turning into mist in the air.

"i'm sure it will all work out. and even if mercedes don't take you on, there are so many other motorsports in europe that you can try. and you'll always have us, y/n. any time you want them, i've got wec tickets for you."

"thanks, olli. really."

they drifted into a silence, somewhat easy, somewhat not. olli's hands came up to press against the wall, his face just milimeters from hers. her heart started pounding, anticipation building in her bones.

is this it? is it really happening? is olli caldwell going to kiss me?

and then he leaned in, his lips pressed against hers.

y/n y/l/n had just had her first kiss.

_____

"so let me get this straight, you finally got your first kiss, a boy actually wanted to go out with you, and you're turning him down?"

"well, when you put it like that!" y/n groaned, face in her hands as she slumped back in her desk chair.

it was the week after marcus armstrong's party, the group sitting in the legal department at the mercedes f1 factory in brackley. she had already told the full story, and her face was pinker than a crush cream soda.

"i just don't understand what your train of thought is here, if i'm being honest." george chuckled. "so caldwell kissed you. what's the big deal?"

"because it was my first kiss, george! i've been thinking it over all weekend, and i felt sick to my stomach when olli texted me the morning after." she groaned, running her hands over her face. "you're going to laugh at me when i tell you why."

"i promise you, we aren't going to laugh, y/n." lewis said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "all of what you're feeling is normal."

she sighed. "it didn't feel the way that the books said it was supposed to feel."

"that's your big reasoning? really?" nyck's tinny voice rang through the speaker on mick shumacher's phone. in abu dhabi, the reserve driver had officially been traded to scuderia alphatauri, and by extension, not allowed into brackley to be privy to this conversation. so, naturally, he was facetimed and looped in anyways.

"mick, can you please mute the traitor." y/n groaned, reaching for the german boy's phone before mick laughed and pulled it out of her reach to mute the call himself.

on screen, nyck was still talking.

"i know it sounds stupid, but i've felt sick about it all weekend. what am i supposed to do, guys?"

"i think that your feeling are vaild, first of all." mick began, "and that maybe olli came on too strong."

mick's finger slipped, unmuting the call enough for nyck to shout. "did i not just say that? were you not listening?"

"you have so much time, y/n." lewis said with a small smile. "but i hope you've learned something about yourself from this, yeah? maybe this was the boost of self confidence that you needed?"

she had thought about the kiss all weekend, hoping that she could make it make sense, and that she wasn't overreacting. and it's not like olli had done anything wrong, although french kissing was a little much for the first date, even when it wasn't even a date, and she was trying to convince herself that telling olli she just wanted to be friends was the best call.

and then, digging deeper, she had to ask herself if she was even ready for a relationship. because when the idea was finally breathing down her neck, the idea of olli, and going on a date, and sharing so much of herself with someone else, it scared the shit out of her.

"he put his tongue in my mouth, lewis!" she whined. "god, i sound like a child."

"he what?" a muffled voice called from the other side of her desk, followed up by a thump and frantic whispering.

"what the fuck?" y/n mumbled, getting out of her desk chair and leaning over the glass cubicle wall. "paul?"

with a shit eating grin on his face, paul aron slipped out from underneath the table, kimi antonelli just behind him. while paul didn't look the least bit apologetic, kimi looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

"i am so sorry, miss. we shouldn't have been listening." the italian boy bowed his head. "but blame paul, it was his idea."

"what, i wanted the office gossip." the estonian boy shrugged. "he french kissed you, and you friendzoned him? that's a little sad."

"paul get out!" y/n snapped. "or i'll call toto and bono!"

the threat of toto wolff was enough to get kimi and paul to dart out of the room faster than the freca cars that they drove. toto didn't know about the kiss, mainly because she knew that he had otmar and laurent on speed dial and would find a way to put the fear of god into oliver caldwell for hurting his intern.

the bond that she had formed with the wolff family wasn't something she would have traded for the world. she found herself calling or texting toto's daughter rosa more often, with the two being of a similar age.

she just hoped that toto liked her enough to keep her around for another season.

"there are plenty of fish in the sea, kiddo." susie wolff added, striding into the office. "and don't worry, i'm not going to tell toto. although, paul and kimi might. take this as a learning experience. and don't take any advice from this lot." she added, whacking george in the back of the head with a file folder.

"why did i feel like that was directed at me?" the man from king's lynn groaned.

"the right boy will come when the time is right. god knows i met toto later in life. and look at us now." susie continued, pulling y/n in for a hug. "come on, we have an investor meeting with monster, and toto wants you there."

"me? he wants me in a meeting with our biggest sponsor?"

lewis laughed. "you need to start giving yourself more credit. you are so loved here, y/n. you have a future in motorsport law, a future here."

mick, lewis and george all exchanged a look, bright smiles on their faces.

"what are you not telling me? is toto keeping me on for next year?"

"we aren't allowed to say anything just yet." george started. "but, i think toto has a soft spot for you."

"put it this way: you'll know before bahrain, and you might want to pack some summer clothes." susie smiled.

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[whumpzone]

Could we have a Christmas Special featuring our babies Col and Linden 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

oh, well since you asked so nicely...

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Most of the year, Col hardly recognised any of the songs on the radio. How could he, when he had spent almost all of his known life in the basement? But when Christmas rolled around, Col felt like he was part of something. He knew them all, some way or another. He must have been born knowing.

Master knew them too, and every time Col tapped along to a tune, or even mumbled out a few lyrics, the joy on his face was undeniable.

Col had never been involved with Christmas at his old master’s. He couldn’t fully remember how many they had had together- Col had an early memory of crying for almost an entire day, alone in the dark, cold and frightened and so lonely that it was a physical pain. That had been his first, for sure. The others bled together, until the only thing that stood out was the bitter cold.

“That’s why Christmas jumpers are non-negotiable,” Master told him in the present, Christmas Eve to be exact, not that Col could negotiate about anything. He wriggled obediently into the biggest one Master could find. It was dark blue, with repeating patterns going across him like tyre marks. “It suits you, Col!”

“Thank you, Sir,” he said, meeting Master’s eye. Col liked it. It was thick and instantly warming.

“It’ll just be me and you for most of the day, and then Vik will pop his head in later? We could even play a game, if you felt up to it. A nice game. One you can play while sitting down, because we’ll probably be quite full.”

“Sir, are you s-sure? You really don’t need to waste… all of this, on me.”

“I don’t see it as a waste. Besides, this time of year you can just say ‘well, it’s Christmas’ and that excuses just about everything.”

“It does, Sir?”

“Yes. If you do something and you feel like you should apologise for it, try saying that instead. Vik would love that, actually. He’d laugh his head off.”

Col nodded. It was strange advice, but perhaps he could have a go.

The radio had been softly playing a familiar tune, the singer’s rough voice warbling pleasantly, but as Master finished speaking it amped up into a vivacious, swinging melody. They both noticed it, and Master smiled at Col so widely that it was almost, almost infectious.

…they’ve got cars big as bars, they’ve got rivers of gold, but the wind goes right through you, it’s no place for the old…

Master extended a hand. “I love this one. Want to dance to it?”

Col’s thoughts were of himself, several years ago. Huddled up all Christmas, alone in the freezing depths of winter, sobbing for reasons Colton could no longer remember. It wasn’t abandoning him, was it, to let himself take his Master’s hand and dance? No, Col thought. It was honouring his memory. Some way or another, his suffering had ended, and now here he was, letting himself place his scarred hand into that of his owner’s. Master could do as he liked, and of course he could decide to take this bit of flesh and cause it pain, but he had never done it so far, and right now Master loved the song on the radio and he wanted to share that love with his pet.

Master’s fingers closed around Col’s, gently drawing his arm up, and Master gave him time to nod before he encircled him with his free arm. Holding him like any other dance partner while they swayed about the kitchen.

Col hoped the song would never end. He would freeze time right here if he could. In that moment, nothing else seemed to matter, from the pain in his knees to the promise of a feast tomorrow. He wanted to pause it all, and instead stay this warm, this content, this safe.

-

it is 1:30am, so officially Christmas Eve!

go and listen to Fairytale of New York if you want to know what Linden and Col danced to. you won't regret it, I promise

merry christmas my lovely readers <3

[entername322]

Polls for next series schedule

Yo, yo, yo, like the title said, I have a few series in mind. As you may have notice, I have a thing for yanderes, so most of the series I write will be themed around that. Most, not all. This polls will be used to help me plan the schedule for the future, that means all the series I put down here will all be written, so just pick which one you want to see first.

Minji (New Jeans): Your father has recently been married to a single mother, which means you just got a new siblings, that is Minji. A meek and shy girl who have trouble talking to people. As her new brother you want to help her out. It all started with a little tuttoring session, then slowy she got comfortable with you. The lines of family starts to blur as the two of you start to fall for each other. Less yandere, more of taboo-ish relatonship.

Momo (Twice): Momo had everything she ever wanted in her life, a loving parents, annoying yet lovable sister, a little happy family. Then they all crash and burn, literally, a car crash cause her to lose her life and got sent to an orphanage. While dealing with this trauma she found you, a fellow orphan, your cheerful and careless attitude slowly convince her everything will be okay. She lost her family, but she found you, and goddamn she won't let you be taken away. Not much yandere, more possessive and jealous type.

Eunbi (Izone): Fuck school, you are too cool for it. Spending your life away by skipping school, getting into fights, drinking, smoking, life doesn't seems that bright for you. From all the above, there's one thing you love more, fucking. Which is why you went to a certain site where you can find people and just hook up here and there. You never expected to find your uptight and pretentious principle there. What an opportunity of a life time, you can't just let this go to waste. Corruption and yandere, (Sub Eunbi, Best Eunbi)

Sana (Twice): A popular and widely liked Sana, an outcast loner you, the two colides as a group project forced you two to be together. Sana always like people, and more than anything, she likes to break people heart. But you, oh god, you are different. A divine punishment for all the boys she has broken before, you have her tied around your finger without noticing. Unfortunately, Sana find you to be a hidden gem, that will stays hidden from the world. Heavy stuff, violence, an absolute batshit yandere

Chaewon (Izone, Le Sserafim): Chaewon is your bestfriend, sometimes you wished you are more than that. Seeing her getting into a toxic relationship you can only watch as her heart is being broken again and again. One day you just can't hold it in, you snap, confessing your love and your disdain towards her boyfriend. Then things just fell apart, you were hurt, but accept that sometimes, life is just cruel. As you made peace with your feelings towards her and moved on with your life, Chaewon snapped, she can't take it anymore. She needs someone to ease the pain, she needs you. But you are long gone, well, for now. She will find you, and when she did the peace you've made will be broken. Angst, mental abuse, light yandere. (I know she has a group now but she will alwasy be fuckin Izone first in my heart okay)

WC- Karina & Winter (Aespa): Your travel to Korea was supposed to be a short trip, well around 6 month at most. Just a little trip with your friend while looking out for him as he starts his business here. Things happens and you might have to stay a little longer. Deciding that you won't spend your day babysiting his ass you went to find a job to fill your time. A bodyguard for SM's newest girl group. The thing is, shit hits the fan, both Karina and Winter suddenly had a crush on you. On top of that, they are dating one another. Well, your time will be filled alright. Possesive, not much dark tones here. (This is a Wild Card, I don't want to write another three way couple one after another. So deciding to not risk this by putting it on the poll with a chance of this winning first place, I will write this when I feel like it. I will put this series somewhere in between all the series above)

Anyway, I need to go AFK blyat, got some college assignment to finish up. Vote, and look forward to the series. Till then feel free to send ask, especially pictures okay, i need all the pictures or gifs from all the girls i mentioned above. See ya.

[rezcowgirl]

Ooo, back into the grieving. Back into the never ending winter eulogy. And a part of me doesn’t want it to end. Don’t want to grow around the grief. Don’t want to forget anything. (But I know I am. To both.)

Won’t forget her DJing while dressed up as Neil Tennant from the Go West music video.

Won't forget her craning her head out of the window of the speeding car to literally yell at trees “Fuck yeah! You’re why we moved here!! Mountains! TREEEEES!”.

Won’t forget when we spent a winter weekend together shivering around Victoria because our prairie blood wasn’t quite adapted to the wet kind of cold yet. We finished our Victoria adventure together by getting burritos at 11pm. My last text to her ever was: “You know that burrito you said I couldn’t possibly finish? Well. I did.”

She responded “You are a champ”.

I used to love winter. December baby. I love the cold and snow. I don’t even mind the lack of sunlight (I probably still love you, winter, but you should be nicer to me).

Now there’s always this creeping grief when the days get shorter and we end November with the usual punch in the face that knocks both Aries and I completely on our asses. And then it’s December and we get to do it all over again.

Our world ended once. A dark solstice morning of “oh my god oh my god” in the most honest way we ever said it because there’s nothing else, there’s nothing else, there’s no other grief words that fit except that kind of cosmic pleading. We were in the car at sunrise sobbing on the phone asking where? where? Was it three bodies? (their dog. Their dog died, too). We were the only ones near enough to reach them. And I can still make myself sick when I think about it, of: “it was quick”, of: “she wouldn’t know”, of: “there was no pain,” of: “you can see him now, he’s awake” and his quiet “she died” and our “we know. We love you. (please. Please don’t die, too)” 

Here we are. Still. With all the leftover love she can never get. 

Once upon a time 7 years ago I lost someone I loved very much. And there were so many weeks that followed sitting behind an intensive care door with a grieving mother and father not convinced their son was going to make it. Her husband did survive. When it was clear he was going to live, we told his elderly parents to go back to the prairies - we got this, go, go. Go grieve her properly. They were so tired. 

We finally wheeled him the fuck out of there. Aries almost hit his healing legs on the elevator door because we were moving so quickly and we laughed too hard about it because you have to take what you can get. I emptied the piss from his commode. I helped set up the GoFundMe for the ramp installation. I didn’t hate this part. I felt useful. Tangible things to grasp onto while we stumbled through it.

I hate this part.

When she died, we didn’t all make it out. Her brother died by suicide after. And I get it. I get it. Losing her almost did me in, too. And I didn’t grow up with her bright big-sister babyface. I can’t imagine.

There’s this photo of him in front of his birthday cake and there’s a memorial photo of J. just behind him on the mantle. And every fucking November I see it, I know it’s coming, I know it’s coming because it’s one of the last photos they have of him alive and it’s his birthday. And what haunts me the most is it is also one of the last photos of J. alive there in the background, too.

I spent some of Monday and some of Tuesday crying. Better than the usual full day ordeals. Attempting any planning of our nuptials and of my friend's 50th birthday without J. still feels fake. Unfair. Depressing. I think I need to up my meds.

Sometimes Aries and I just have to lay on the couches across from one another and watch each other breathe. It’s just a listless, wordless kind of haunting if we let it set in, but on the other end of it, it’s: I’m still here. You’re still here. Let’s live. Let’s work it out.

The reason I kiss my friends now is because of you. The reason I throw ridiculous birthday parties is because of you. The reason I call them all beloved, dearest, babe, is because of you. The reason I write all these love letters is because of you. 

You loved me while I was still holding my cards close to my chest. To be that way at first, slow to warm, guarded, gave me absolutely nothing except wasted time I could have spent being your friend for longer. I won’t make that mistake ever again.

Ah. And this weekend is also the memorial dance party for a different friend, one that I barely got to know because we only met earlier this year. Shit sucks. 

But I’m going to have a good time because it is quite literally the only thing he ever asked of me. And J. was a hooligan, always trying to get me out dancing.

(If I had assless chaps, I’d wear them for you, Santi.)

[trinitywc]

On chapter 15 of Endless Winter currently, and loving every moment of it but the lead up to some projects and finals is gonna gear up within the next week so I won't be able to finish as fast as I would like to. Given that, I wanted to verbally dog ear my place & jot down some thoughts before they escaped me (particularly my appreciation for the way you portray character dynamics and the nuance you provide that I could sit and stew on for hours).

I've been enjoying Rutherford and Pinefrost's interactions a great deal. I get the feeling he loves infodumping about his interests, and particularly likes how good a listener, as well as perceptive, that Pinefrost is. She's sharp in more ways than one! and I also particularly adore the way Pinefrost often uses his explanations and points when he is explaining things to her as an anchor for her wandering mind during the present in a way that doesn't make her feel as though she's out of the loop or excluded unlike past scenes when the gang is discussing whether to stay or leave the domicile. Those two bounce off one another so well, and in such a way that it makes it so apparent how isolated Pinefrost has been even amongst her surviving group, and even before that when Creek Clan was still intact. Her loneliness has been really keen in previous chapters, and it's nice to see her feeling like she has a companion that shows her just as many new things as she can with honing Rutherford different skills.

That being said, while I really enjoy Rutherford, I don't know if I trust him fully. He's been dependable and a great source of support for the group, but I can't help wondering about his intentions. Perhaps he just wants company! But it strikes me as odd that he's giving away resources when he was so skeptical of Pinefrost giving Sedgenose her fresh kill, and is directing them all out of the city purely out of the goodness of his heart and during the thick of winter, no less. It makes me wonder to what end he plans to act as a tag along with the group, and not to mention he'd have to make the entire trip back to the city by himself once they get to the river! He seems like too much of an intellectual city slicker to want to rough it with the gang when/if they reunite with the clans... clan??? (Creekwood consolidation with the survivors perhapseth???) Surely he's not doing all this JUST because he met our intriguing mule headed protagonist, could he?

Crackpot theory but maybe he's not leading them to where he say he is- but then again he hasn't lied even with the explanation of the atom to Pinefrost. Crackpot theory #2, he seems to have observed Pinefrost's reluctance to leave, and her feelings of insecurity that she confided over what they have the possibility to come back to with the clans and I have to wonder if he'll use that to either isolate her (unhealthy option) or encourage her (healthier alternative!!!) to stay with him instead. The summary certainly implies so! Crackpot theory #3 combination of both #1 & #2.

Then a random comment and some purely satirical jokes that are essentially nonsense, feel free to skip;

"She had one option, and that was through. Through the winter, through the atom."

SO INCREDIBLY METAL, LOVE THIS. HAUNTING, GUT WRENCHING, TRAGIC IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE- A CAR CRASH YOU CAN'T AVOID OR REDIRECT. So much of ch 11 in particular to be honest! Rutherford's entire explanation left me with dreams. I left it waking up and checking my little kitty cat's nose for black ash.

Pinefrost: Oh yeah we knew this would happen, sedgefrost had a vision from star clan that the great light would take us out :/

Rutherford: the FUCK? the HUH?

Everytime Sedgenose or Woolycloud have an interaction with Pinefrost, I'm that one twitter reaction video, "-and she's the mother, she's mother earth, she is mother gaia, she is YOUR mother 👁👄👁"

I AM ON THE FUVKING FLOOR WITH THOSE MEMES THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY

Good luck with your exams!!!

"I get the feeling he loves infodumping about his interests, and particularly likes how good a listener, as well as perceptive, that Pinefrost is" - It’s kinda shown but Rutherford starts talking to Sedge and Wooly first before diverting to Pinefrost, he couldn’t get the same conversation about the world and atom and stuff from them; they really just click. If they had a glass porch table and a bottle of wine they’d talk for hours and hours. They are both very curious cats, for better or worse.

"Those two bounce off one another so well, and in such a way that it makes it so apparent how isolated Pinefrost has been even amongst her surviving group, and even before that when Creek Clan was still intact" - they do have such good chemistry imho. I wanted Rutherford to be a friend for Pinefrost, genuinely. She is a very lonely little cat. As is he, they are both on each others level, she is able to understand his city/atom terms where other cats cannot, and he is eager to learn more about the world outside the city. Pinefrost needs that understanding/knowledge of the world to feel more secure, and Rutherford gives it her in spades.

"it strikes me as odd that he's giving away resources when he was so skeptical of Pinefrost giving Sedgenose her fresh kill, and is directing them all out of the city purely out of the goodness of his heart" -everything is a means to an end ;) As for your theories… i love em both. I love getting people’s midway theories!

There is no way but through!!!

[rjalker]

Like zyg I have spent enough time walking or riding my bike past dead fucking kittens who got hit by cars to feel sad about it anymore. Now all l fucking think is, "Well, at least it won't be suffering anymore or killing native species".

The other fucking day before I realized my gods damned glasses had been made with the lenses backwards I was walking and thought, "oh wow, did someone really throw another fucking pinata into the street?" (because the last time I thought oh no more roadkill, it was literally a fucking pinata.) no, this time it was not a pinata. the bright pink strings I thought had to be confetti because it was so bright pink, until I got close enough to squint was in fact the extremely, almost comically fresh fucking meat of what was clearly a young cat just barely out of the kitten stage. So fucking fresh it was neon fucking pink, standing out so well I could see it from several feet away even with my eyes fucked up from unknowingly wearing the wrong prescription.

And yes, I'm fucking angry about it, and yes, I'm upset that someone didn't give enough shits about their cat to keep it inside where it would be safe, and where it couldn't harm wildlife. But you know what most of what I was thikning is? "Well, at least the vultures will have somefresh food, and I won't have to find any more dead birds in the garden".

No, people do not have a moral fucking obligation to be upset and somber and sad and think its tragic when invasive species are killed.

There are so many feral fucking cats in Georgia that it's not even funny. I see more feral cats here in a week than I ever did up in Pennsylvania, and you know why? Because they aren't likely to literally freeze to death in the winter. (This is also why there are so many homeless people here -- you're less likely to straight up fucking freeze to death.)

Which means more of them get to run around hunting and killing native species even when they aren't going to eat them.

The other day I scared a black cat away from the squirrel it was stalking. A week before that I only saw that a cat was pouncing on a mole after it was already too late.

I love cats. Which is why literally all of ours are former ferals that spend all their time now inside, including Kairiz, who we had to spend $350 on at the vets just to treat the infected wound on his side that he had when we found him, before we even decided to keep him!

I love cats! And if it were legal and I had training I would 100% get a fucking gun and go out and shoot every feral cat I fucking see. And you know why? Because feral cats lead miserable fucking lives of nothing but suffering, and do nothing but harm to the ecosystems they've been introduced to, which is literally everywhere on this fucking planet.

I would 100% go out and shoot feral fucking cats and I would not feel bad about it. Because I am poor, I cannot fucking adopt them all, and if I could, I'd literally have to own a fucking mansion just to give them all enough space. And I'd have to have a whole fucking team of employees to make sure they're all fed and brushed and played with and all the millions of litter boxes properly scooped.

If people were going to be responsible enough to keep their cats inside or walk them only on a leash, this conversation wouldn't be happening.

The only fucking solution to feral and outdoor cats is to make them illegal, and legalize killing them. I'm not even going to fucking sugarcoat it by calling it "culling". The only way to stop them from killing more native wildlife is to straight up kill them.

I love cats. That's why all of ours are rescues. And I'd still go out and fucking kill the ferals if I could.

Because the invasive species is not more important than the native wildlife they kill. No, not even when the species in question is cute fluffy cats and kittens.

You do not get to fucking demand people be upset by killing invasive species. You do not get to fucking demand that people not be happy about successfully killing an invasive species. You do not get to fucking dictate how people are allowed to feel about killing invasive species.

Someone shooting a fucking feral cat and killing it on the first hit and dancing around to celebrate it does not mean that person is now a Bad Person Who Should Feel Bad. People who are excited to hunt feral cats and excited to make things out of their fur are not bad fucking people because they don't feel bad enough about killing invasive species to live up to your fucking holier than thou standards.

Demanding that people treat killing invasive species as a tragedy they have to be upset and saddened by is two fucking steps away from saying that no one should be allowed to kill invasive species at all because it's just tooooo sad.

Stop fucking dictating how other people are allowed to feel about killing invasive species and protecting their native fucking ecoystems in order for them to be considered "good people" in your eyes.

It is especially racist when you fucking remember that a lot of the major invasive species were introduced by white fucking colonizers.

[deexchanel]

Once again.

A/N, PLEASE READ FIRST: 2 months ago, I gave you guys the chance to choose the 101th post and you guys are the best for taking time to interact with it. But I ran into major writers block while in the process of writing In Love With a Stripper. I can’t seem to form a plot so I gave up which it lead it being 2 months without posting. I’m sorry. My winter break starts Dec 8 be ready for some one shots & stories to drop.

Word Count: 2,193

Pairing: Nick Jonas x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing & Fluff.

Summary: This is the second version of my Camp Rock 2 story. In that story, Nova meets Nate at Camp Rock, and they spend their entire time at camp together. It’s years later, and they meet again, but his name is not Nate; it’s Nick. Nick Jonas.

-First-person-

I wanted to do a self care day. My modeling job was stressing me out badly plus life itself has been feeling over whelming. My mom was babysitting Kordell, my son, for me since I was wanting alone time. I was once married but we divorced since he couldn’t learn to grow up. What do I look like taking care of a man child?

"I have appointment set up for Nova Dream." I said nicely to the worker behind the counter. I was getting my feet done and I decided to get the color blue. My phone buzzed in my pocket while I sat in the chair.

The contact picture showed my mom saying that she was face timing me. I pulled out my AirPods putting them in my ear then answered.

"Is everything okay?"

"Everything's alright Nova. Kordell is missing you that's all."

As her mother said that, he grabs the phone showing his cute dimples.

"Momma!"

"Yes baby?"

"Can you bring something to eat back? Grandpa taking to long." Kordell whined laying on my mom’s chest.

"Mom where did Dad go?"

"He went to go get something to eat for us but he has been gone since 11 a.m. this morning."

I checked the time on my phone see that it was 2 something.

"Okay well I'll bring some food."

When the conversation was done, I stayed at the nail shop for another thirty minutes getting my nails done as well. I left going to In-and-Out burger getting everyone something to eat. After ordering my food, I stood to the side so I wouldn’t be in the way.

As I swiped on facebook, I felt a presence come closer to me. "Hey, you look really familiar so I wanted to speak. I'm Nick, Nick Jonas." This guy said introducing him holding out his hand. I was so confused but still shook his hand anyway.

"Nova Dream, but um I can't really see your face with the shades so I'm very confused." I said with a smile on my face. He had black hoodie on with shades. Nick pulled his shades off and then I completely remembered him.

"Oh yes!! Nick from Camp Rock. That was when we was what 17? Wow you look great!" I compliment taking in his features. He look so much older, mature and sexy.

"Yea I went M.I.A. for a while getting myself together. I'm surprised you still remember Camp Rock. You look beautiful, honestly." He smiled then put his shades back on his face. I wondered why he had to do that but I payed it no mind. The employee called my name for my food.

"It’s good seeing you Nick. Hopefully I’ll see you around?" I said when I came back from the front counter. Nick was still waiting for his so he was by the tables.

"Yea but I was wondering if I could get your number?So we can be able to hang out and get closer like we use to be." Nick suggested holding out his phone, having a smile on his face. I nodded smiling hard as hell grabbing the phone.

He is to fine for me to pass this up.

" Yea that's fine, don't hesitate to call me!" I placed a soft kiss on his cheek, making him blushing hella hard.

"I won't beautiful."

I wave bye, pushing the exit door. Our moment ran through my head as I walked to my car. Omg I got his number without even asking. I vibed to Summer Walker as I drove home, sipping on my sweet tea along the way. I was able to bring Kordell his food in a timely manner so he won't go all hangry on me.

My phone buzzed. Okay I might’ve swerved a bit to quickly answer it but anyway.

-This Nick !

-Okay! I’m saving your contact now.

I took my mother her food into her room while Kordell and I sat in the living room. We ate good then I began to watch a romance movie while Kordell colored in his coloring book.

" Momma ?" Kordell questioned while getting right under me as we sat on the couch. I was all in my phone at first.

"Yes baby?" I answered giving him my full attention .

"Can we go somewhere tomorrow?" He asked hopefully. I didn’t think twice, nodding my head yes and he was so happy. "I want to go to a trampoline park!"

"We'll go just cause you want too." I exclaimed giving him a forehead kiss and I swear my baby had the biggest smile on his face. I texted my manager that I was going to take the day off.

MrJonas- Are you free tonight ?

Dreamy- I'm at my moms but I could ask her to watch my son.

Mr Jonas- Okay well ask, I think you would enjoy tonight.

Dreamy- Okay gotcha!

I wonder what it is? Or where we’re going? I hope it's fun. I walked into my parents room to see my mom in the bed. My dad was brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

"Hey Mom is it okay if you could watch Kordell? A friend wants to take me out tonight." I inquire hesitantly not wanting her to get mad or anything.

"A friend? Who? Dee our baby's dating againn!!" My Mom stated excitedly sitting down her phone. My Dad walked out the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.

"Dating?! Finally so you can stop coming over so much. Me and your momma be tryna fuck." Dad said laughing then started dancing. I looked at him with a scrunched face.

"Eww Dad!"

"Pay him no mind but then again he ain't lying.” They both high fived, laughing as if it was the funniest thing ever. I just rolled my eyes even though a smile crept on my face from the contagious laughter. “Okay y’all I get it.”

“We’ll watch Kordell, no problem." Mom smiled getting out the bed to follow me to the living room.

"Baby I'm going to come get you in the morning so we can go to the trampoline park okay? Be good for grandma!" I reminded while kissing all over his face. Kordell laughed trying to get away from me.

"I love you momma." He smiled kissing my cheek.

"I love you too baby."

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I decided to keep my outfit simple since it was my first time hanging out with him. I was super nervous about seeing him again. My uber driver pulled up to a very modern bar.

"Thanks Mark!" I waved to them and he nodded his head pulling off. It was best if I got a driver to drive instead of me cause I knew I wanted to drink.

"Nova you made it! You look amazing." Nick spoke to me as soon as I walked in. He held his arms out for a hug so I gave him one back blushing hard as hell.

"Thanks Nick, I didn't want to over dress."

"You look good either way. The party is inside so let me guide you to where everyone else is." He assured then grabbed my hand pulling me inside. I was nervous because who is everyone? I then saw a bunch of faces that looked so familiar as we got closer to the section.

this was going to be a fun night like he said.

I caught up with so many people from Camp Rock it was ridiculous. I was honestly having so much fun, more then I have had in months. Yes, I was drunk off my ass. Did I mention that Nick rented the whole bar for tonight? He did and it was only just us.

My face was literally hurting from all the smiling I was doing . Nick kept his arm around my waist or held my hand all night, like he didn’t want to let me go and I didn't mind.

We found out more about each other like how he was single and that he was a famous pop singer. Like really famous.

"Ayeeee let me show you guys how it's done!!"I yelled when I heard WAP come through the speakers.  Demi hyped me up as I took a shot of whatever available then I walked over to Nick.

"I need you to sit still while I do what I do!" I ordered to Nick pointing my finger at him. He bit his lip nodding.

"Yes ma'am."

I used my Megan knee's twerking in a squat position. Nick hands never left my waist, I could feel his friend get hard under me.

"You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang

He already made his mind up 'fore he came

Now get your boots and your coat

For this wet-ass pussy

He bought a phone just for pictures

Of this wet-ass pussy"

"When I get my chance, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." He demanded in my ear. That shit turned me on all the way.

"Yes daddy." I teased getting off of him leaving him a mess. He left me a mess as well so I stumbled all the way to the bathroom. I hoped that gave him the idea to follow me.

Am I going to fast? I mean at this point we grown so if I want some dick, I want some dick. lolll

"You’re a real disrespectful bitch." A woman walked up to me when I got closer to the bathroom entrance.

"Who the hell you talking too? Bitch I don’t even know you." I spoke as my attitude start to grow. I placed my phone on the ground in case she was trying to get active.

“You’re twerking on Nick as if he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Are you crazy? I’m going to tell her.” She sneered as our eye contact never broke. I shrugged my shoulders because I don’t know anything about this man but I wasn’t going to let the disrespect slide either.

"You should take that up with him not me the fuck? You don’t know me bitch so calm down before I give you a reason why you gone know me.”

I’m drunk as fuck, and I don’t even know for sure if I can beat this girl ass but I’m going to try.

“I’m not scared of you.” She start sitting her purse on the ground and now I’m balling my fist. I guess our moment caught attention from other people. “ And I’m not scared of-“

“Alli ? What are you doing here? You need to leave.” Nick came in between our heated conversation. Alli shook her head, picking up her purse.

“You’re fucking wrong Nick!”

He waved her off as she left then turns to me. “Nova, I’m sorry that you had to interact with her-“

“I’m leaving now.” I’m so pissed off right now but I’m still drunk. I leaned forward to get my phone from the ground but I fell forward. I fucking fell forward.

That was it. I already had to ruin my fun, arguing with some bitch that’s friends with Nick’s supposedly girlfriend. On top of that, I just fell and the world is still spinning. Ughhhh!

“Nova are you okay?” He reached forward to help me up but I knew he was trying to keep from laughing. I tried not to use his help but it was the only way get me on my feet.“No I’m not fine! Move!" I cried out trying to push him off of me but he didn’t move.

“Nova you are fucked up. I have to help you.” Nick tries to place his hand on waist but I moved it. “No Nick. You- You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend! Do you know how embarrassed I am right now? No you don’t. You don’t!” I stumbled away from him but didn’t manage to get far.

Nick arm snaked around my waist. “Look Nova, I’m not with her. If I was, we wouldn’t even be communicating with each other right now.” He pulled me closer to him and inhaled that magnificent smell of his cologne. “Come on now Nova, you’re too fucked up to do anything so let me take care of you.”

“No!”

But my denies went ignored and Nick picked me up bridal style. "Bro I'm going to take her home because she is too fucked up. I’m going to call you." Nick said to Joe and they did their handshake. No I wasn’t done being mad, but his chest was comfortable.

"Alright, don't forget. Feel Better Nova." Joe stated rubbing my arm. We walked out the bar to being surrounded with paparazzi. Eventually, we were in the vehicle and I could hear my own thoughts.

“Nova?”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I grumbled putting my knees closer towards the window.

“Don’t be like that. When you’re sober, I’ll answer any question you want to ask me.”

The darkness was making my eyes heavier. I didn’t have enough energy to respond as the world grew darker and this seat felt amazing. I was out like a light.

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Do you guys like it? I feel like it’s weird but then again Nick Jonas is fineee. I love feedback though!

If you think you can come up a plot for inlove with a stripper, most definitely inbox me!!

stay slutty my friends! <3

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #104

(taken january 22nd; uploading surveys taken while gone)

Have you ever been for a ride in the back of a truck? Yeah, when I was way younger.

Did your grandparents teach you anything? To not be an old-fashioned, holier-than-thou piece of fucking garbage that refuses to change with the times and kiss the feet of an invisible mass murderer in the sky.

What are the longest and shortest romantic relationships you’ve been in? Longest, over 3 1/2 years. I was with Juan less than 24 hours.

Have you ever been obsessive over calories, exercise etc.? I've had multiple phases of this.

What are you listening to? So Rammstein's vocalist has an independent band as well and I sometimes explore his solo work and I'm currently obsessed with "Ich weiß es nicht" and I've just fully accepted chaotic 50-60 y/o men dominate my interests lmfao

How is the weather outside? It's raining. I wish it would just snow already, I really wanna get pretty winter weather pictures this year.

List eight things you like about your best friend. He is extremely patient, absolutely hilarious, a strong listener, the most loyal person I've ever met, very obviously genuinely cares about me, he's a very hard worker that's super dedicated to whatever he sets his mind to, he's very good with animals (especially dogs), and he's super intelligent.

List two favourite colours. Pastel pink and coral.

What was the last book you read? I started Wings of Fire: Talons of Power the other day.

How many best friends do you have? I only feel like I'm being entirely accurate in the sense of what I consider an absolute best friend to be when I answer with Girt, but I know some people will be like "oh he doesn't count" because he's my partner, but whatever. If not him, then it's Mom, buuuut again, I know some won't consider that a valid answer. My closest friends that are just friends and not blood or anything are both Tez and Mazzy, though.

Are you holding back doing or saying anything? Yeah, I guess. Nothing very important, though.

Have you ever been used? Oh I'm sure I have been, in one way or another.

Are you pregnant? Zero chance of that.

Do you want to be? BIG no on that one.

Can you describe your entire family in three words? Complicated, strained, distant.

What’s the first thing you see when you look out your window? Our road and houses across the street.

What’s your favorite fair food? I actually don't know; I've been to so very few and tried barely any food. I do know that I actually don't like funnel cake, though.

What’s something you always wear, even in the shower? Piercings.

How did you feel after your first kiss? There was a whole lotta butterflies and shyness but also tons of happiness and peace and the feeling that I was in the midst of something wonderful. Girl if you only knew lmfao

What’s your state's or country’s minimum wage? $7.25/h 🙃 proven to be properly unlivable here

What was the best thing you ever did for your parents, legal guardians or parental figures? hell if I know honestly

Have you ever worn a suit? No but women in suits is FUCKING HOT

Would you rather make 2D or 3D art? 2D. Sculptures and stuff aren't my thing, at least when it comes to ME making them. I love looking at that kinda stuff, though.

Do you eat candy corn? No, I hate that shit.

Were either of your parents baptized? I can absolutely, positively guarantee my mom was, but idk about Dad.

The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? Nah.

Do you think pepperoni would be good on a meatball sub? I don't even like meatball subs to begin with because the bread gets so damp and gross.

Has anyone killed one of your pets before? Well, yes. Growing up we had cats get hit by cars a lot. I've told the story of our then-neighbors' rottweilers getting loose and going on a cat massacre once too, but I honestly don't blame the owners and haven't for a very, very long time. Those dogs were smart and it wasn't like them getting loose was even a remotely common thing. It was entirely an accident.

Does your bathroom have a theme to it? Neither one does.

Are any rooms in your house themed? Not really. I WANT to redesign mine with more of a nature-y vibe, though.

Is there someone that you have lost respect for recently? My grandmother, who I ALREADY didn't respect at all.

Have you ever edited an article on Wikipedia? No.

Do you remember your first love? I am not AT ALL exaggerating the times I say that I very sincerely doubt that I would forget Jason even if I developed dementia/Alzheimer's. Some patients do remember specific details of their lives and I am fully convinced that would be me with him.

What is something you can never give up (that's not love or family)? The Internet, lmao.

Have you ever waited in line overnight for something? No.

Is there such a thing as being too rich or too poor? Obviously?????????????

Go back to your freshman year; what kind of music were you listening to? Same stuff as now, various forms of metal, but I would also listen to more scream-y stuff.

Do you have an alter ego? Describe them: No.

What is something you think about yourself that nobody agrees with? That I'm incredibly dumb. People who know me, especially family, always love to point out I'm "super smart" (when it comes to book-type knowledge, everyone knows I have terrible common sense) but I very much feel like they just think about how I performed up through high school. I don't know WHAT happened once I started college (my one and only guess is that my trauma genuinely affected my memory and even how I register information), but it did a fantastic job at making me feel appallingly stupid and unable to process new information. It's probably always going to upset me, how much I changed in terms of learning.

What about something people think of you that you don’t agree with? That I handle kids quite well. I always feel like I'm doing or saying the total wrong thing and acting awkwardly, and even seeing evidence that kids DO seem to gravitate towards me doesn't make me believe that I'm actually good with them.

What is your favourite type of video game? Horror, esp psychological-type horror.

Do you sometimes pretend to do things you dont know how to do? No, that sounds like a bad idea.

If you have tattoos, which one that you have was the most painful? I want to say my inner forearm, I think.

Do you have any pets who will bite anyone else out there, besides you? No.

If you died right now, what would be your biggest regret? Never feeling like I found my place in the world.

What do you believe was your greatest achievement? Healing from the breakup. I know it sounds super little and unimpressive, but when you know how desperately I just always wanted to be dead and the psychological damage it all did that I STILL deal with, you'd realize it was a feat of fucking strength and self-love that I frequently forget about.

What have you learned from pain? To cherish every single moment without it and to also have empathy and understanding.

What was the last text or IM you sent? Girt was asking about moving our hangout day to Wednesday, which I told him was fine; he just feels like having the weekend to himself. I wanted to see him, but I'm not actually upset at all; he's allowed to have time with himself, even if I WASN'T okay with it.

What is the simplest way to make you happy? Talk to me about meerkats or Rammstein or Silent Hill and stuff lmao.

When was the last time you had deja vu? Actually when I was writing an RP post yesterday, it was really weird.

Is there something you are always interested in? The main topic of deep interest that has prevailed the longest is meerkats.

Do you like buffet restaurants? I really don't, I find the concept super gross with how people are.

When was the last time you felt like you were starving? Full realism, I've never felt like I was sincerely, truly starving because I never factually have been. Yeah, I exaggerate and sometimes am like "I'm starving" when I mean I'm super hungry, but I'm fully aware I'm actually not. I consider myself an incredibly lucky person to have constant access to some kind of food.

Would you ever dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow? If my hair would actually take it and it wasn't absurdly expensive, fuck yeah.

What has made you laugh lately? I've been watching a lot of Game Grumps lately, and they do very, very easily. More than any other YouTube channel on a consistent basis.

If a Miley Cyrus song was playing in a store, would you leave? Oh, grow up. I'm not leaving a store I went to to get something I need or even just want just because a fucking song comes on.

Have you ever actually discovered someone watching you? No, thank the fucking lord. That would REALLY creep me out.

What would you do if you found an inappropriate picture of yourself online? I would be EXTREMELY freaked out because I've never taken an inappropriate picture of myself and I've never allowed anyone else to either, so someone would've done it in secrecy. I'd also be absolutely fucking humiliated because I hate my body. I'd absolutely try to figure out who got the picture and try my absolute damnedest to get it taken off the Internet.

What do you think of Facebook? I use it to keep tabs on people I care about and also see memes haha, plus other cool or motivational/inspiring stuff, but it DOES sometimes negatively affect me in the sense it makes me feel insanely behind in life.

Would you rather have Junior Mints or Reese’s? Reese's.

Have you ever taken a Polaroid? I'm quite sure I haven't, though I would actually really like to have a Polaroid-type camera. I can absolutely see the aesthetic appeal of them.

When was the last time you felt pressured? This past Friday Emerson wanted to play catch with one of her toys for a little bit, and though I didn't really want to because I was reading a book, I obviously did.

How many times have you broken a bone? Once.

Do you have a preference of chocolate? Milk chocolate with either a peanut butter or caramel interior.

Do you have a favorite author? Nah I really don't.

Do you own anything “designer?” Definitely not. I ain't got that kind of money.

If you had to draw your life, what would it mainly include? A lot of mental illness imagery and also Jason. Mom.

What is your favourite dinosaur? It's always been the spinosaurus. I also really love velociraptors, but their understood anatomy has changed a whole lot. I've found I prefer less feathery dinos. The Jurassic Park iteration of them are more my style.

Have you ever made bread? I personally haven't.

Would your childhood self be disappointed? UH, YEAH.

Has anything ever fallen asleep on you? Yeah, pets, partners, kids. Maybe sisters at some point.

What do you feel about surgeries? Do they worry you? Well, they worry me NOW because I learned sleep apnea (and mine is apparently severe) is a dangerous complicator in surgeries. I've also wondered if my nightmares could be an issue... I also have a considerable fear of anesthesia awareness, but it's not absolutely overwhelming.

Do you have a Tumblr? My Tumblr was (I'm assuming) accidentally terminated over a month ago and I am STILL waiting to hear back from them, even after sending a second report. 🙃 I've been tempted to go back to my old email account (that one was ALSO randomly terminated after a theme edit but was restored), but I really don't want to so am trying to wait. I just don't at all see what in the world I could've done wrong to be fairly banned.

Would you ever consider moving to another country? Realistically I don't think I will. My mom has basically begged us girls to stay together and prioritize our family bond because our extended family ALL live out of state, usually many states away.

Would you like to live in a realm where the zombie apocalypse is possible? How do we know the one we live in now isn't? Zombifying parasites already exist in simpler, smaller organisms; who knows what the future holds. I do remember reading a scientific article about it for some reason just not seeming possible for humans with our current biological knowledge, but. Who knows. BUT ANYWAY, I would DEFINITELY prefer it to not be possible. I will never understand the absolute maniacs that basically fetishize that universe, like bitch you will die within the first couple days like basically everyone else, stop pretending you're a godly badass in the face of a horde of dead humans that are deadset on eating you and accept you're gonna shit your pants like everyone else lmao.

[boxofbonesfic]

Smut Asks!

109. If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week.

prompt #109 from this list: “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Title: Friends like these

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Thor

Warnings: Voyeurism, Mild-dubcon, car sex, SMUT

A/N: OMFG I loved writing this. thank you @punemy-spotted for ALWAYS giving me the best prompts 😭.

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI!

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It’s Thor that broke first—that’s what Bucky’s going to say when Fury has their goddamn guts for garters. He practices the line in his head as he runs a frustrated hand through his close cropped hair, leaning down to spit toothpaste into the sink. Practices it when he’s watching you lay in the grass on that striped blue blanket, your skin glowing in the golden afternoon sun. Repeats it like a prayer as he wraps the misplaced black lace of your panties around his fist and groans at the softness. 

 It’s not like he hasn’t noticed. 

 It’s hard not to, when he can hear exactly what he’s missing as he lays on the safe house’s uncomfortable sofa, staring at Thor’s empty spot by the fireplace. It’s not like Bucky blames him—no, not at all—he’s just angry he didn’t get to you first. 

The worst part is Thor doesn’t even try to hide it, not really. Bucky’s seen his hand disappear surreptitiously under the picnic table as Maria and Fury update you, Thor’s large body packed tightly next to you. He’s seen you bite your lip and glance up at the God of Thunder, your eyes going glassy as he does who knows what to you—all while the other agents are feeding you information that goes in one ear and out the other. 

 “H-how long will I have to stay here?” You ask, your voice trembling—though not from fear, no. Bucky can see Thor’s bicep flexing, and imagines how tight and hot and wet you would feel around his fingers. 

 “Just another month or two.” Hydra’s got quite the bounty on your pretty little head. Bucky’s not sure what you heard, what you saw, but it’s enough to have them looking for you. Enough to have Fury assign you a personal guard consisting of the former Winter Soldier and a literal God. 

 Bucky is willing to bet real money that Fury didn’t anticipate the latter sinking his fingers knuckle deep into your tight pussy—it’s tight, he knows it is, can see it in the way Thor’s eyes roll shut just a little as a little gasp leaves your lips—

 “I understand it’s a lot to take in.” Fury’s tone is sympathetic over the transmission. “We’ll report back when we know a little more, but for now it might be safest to take you to a different location. I’ll send the coordinates.” It’s like fucking torture, knowing that he’s just feet away while Thor teases you under the table. He grits his teeth as the transmission ends, flicking his eyes up to the Asgardian, who—to Bucky’s endless frustration—managed to look back innocently. 

 “Of course,” Thor replies jovially, gesturing with the hand that isn’t buried in your panties. “Her safety is our biggest concern.” The transmission ends, and Bucky tears himself away from the table. More like her pussy is your biggest concern.

 Thor doesn’t even wait until he’s inside to pull his fingers noisily from the sucking, wet heat between your perfect thighs. When Bucky glances jealousy over his shoulder, Thor is looking at him as he cleans the slick from his fingers with long, slow drags of his tongue. 

 “Perfect, my little dove.” He says in that deep, booming voice. “Just perfect.” 

 Bucky slams the door behind him.

 —

 “Oh god—”

 Bucky closes his fist around his cock, thrusting furiously up into his fist as he presses your panties to his open mouth. He’d gone upstairs with the intention of telling Thor to stop—or at least stop fucking you so loud he could hear it all the way downstairs—but when he’d arrived in the upstairs hallway, he couldn’t help but listen. 

 He’d wanted to move away, stop hearing the delicious fucking sounds you made, but he couldn’t. Because he wanted to hear them more than anything—worse than that, he wanted to be the one making you make them. He can hear the slick sound of Thor’s cock sliding into you, the meeting of your hips, and the harsh pant of your breath. 

 It’s too much. 

 His hand is down his pants before he can even think, wrestling the pair of your panties he’d stolen out of his back pocket as his already hard cock throbs in his fist. Another whimpering moan echoes in the darkness, and he hears Thor swear. 

 “Tell me how good it is, dove.” He demands, and Bucky can hear the steady rhythm of his heavy thrusts. You cry out again, a stream of garbled words leaving your throat. Bucky creeps closer, still working his hand down the throbbing length of his cock. The door is cracked—maybe that’s why it’s worse tonight than it’s been in the weeks since he’s started fucking you as often as he can manage, slipping away to make you scream while Bucky’s stomach clenches with envy. He peers inside, knowing he shouldn’t, knowing it’s wrong and inappropriate—but isn’t it equally as inappropriate for Thor’s cock to be buried in you?—but he can’t help himself. 

 It’s dark, but he has no trouble seeing. 

 Thor has you bent over the bed, your wrists caught in one of his large hands as he slams against your ass. You cry out with every thrust, arching your back and pushing your hips up as pleas for more and sobbed praises fall from your open mouth. 

 “Shh, little dove. Or do you want him to hear you?” You convulse, tightening around Thor’s cock. Bucky can tell by the way his eyes roll back and his hips stutter for just a moment against your perfect ass, his fingers digging into your supple flesh. The piteous moan you release makes Bucky groan quietly in the hall, his own noise indistinguishable from the amount you’re making. He’s so hard, harder than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life, and he’s not used to this. 

 Not used to not being the one who got picked. 

 Bucky can’t help but squeeze himself harder, pump faster as he watches the length of Thor’s cock disappearing into you over and over, even as red hot jealousy rises in the pit of his stomach. He watches Thor pull out of you, tugging you onto the bed and—sweet fucking lord—faces you toward the door. His hand comes up around your pretty throat, snaking between your breasts as he positions himself behind you. Like this, Bucky can see how wet you are, how your sweet, swollen little pussy takes every inch of the Thunder God’s cock as he slowly parts you again. Your tits bounce almost obscenely as he fucks into you, and Bucky imagines rolling your swollen nipples between his teeth. 

 “Thor—fuck—I can’t—”

 “What’s wrong, dove?” His voice is mockingly sweet. “Just one more, pet. Let go all over my cock so I can fill you up like you need.” He lowers his lips to your throat, and an animal whine rips from you as your entire body goes stiff and then boneless. Fuck, he can see it, the way your wetness coats Thor’s still pumping cock, the way your thighs tremble as fresh slick wets your inner thighs—

 And then Bucky is cumming, so hard he braces his hand against the wall, choking back his own groan of completion. His own cum is staining his hand and the wall beyond it, and Bucky can’t help but think of what a waste it is—it should have gone in you. 

 He looks up one last time—a mistake, because Thor is staring at him, a wide, triumphant grin on his face as he mouths over your neck. Bucky flees back downstairs, still hard even though he’s just cum, with Thor’s voice ringing irritatingly in his ears. 

 “Come on, little dove. One more, just one more…” 

 —

 The coordinates come at dawn. Bucky’s awake to receive them, because he never went back to sleep, your moans and Thor’s honeyed commands too much to ignore. When you make your way down to the kitchen the next morning, Bucky is surprised not to see Thor attached at your hip.

 “Good morning,” You say brightly, reaching for the pot of coffee he’s already brewed. It’s obvious you don’t know about last night—you don’t know how loud you were, now needy you sounded, how Bucky’s been imagining sinking so deep into you that you’ll never ever be rid of him. “Did you sleep okay?”

 No. “Yeah. Thanks. Where’s Thor?” He can’t help the way his nose wrinkles in distaste. A small smile worms it’s way across your mouth, and Bucky fights not to crush the mug in his grip. 

 “I’m, um. I’m not sure. He’s not down here?” You ask, your eyes widening innocently. You’re a good actress—if he hadn’t seen you split open on the other man’s cock just the night before, he’d have thought you were telling the truth. 

 “No.” Bucky answers shortly. “He’s not.” And then like magic, the God himself appears, shirtless and holding a towel. He openly appraises you, his eyes dragging down your clothed form as though they’re undressing you. 

 “Good morning.” He rumbles appreciatively, and Bucky hates watching you preen for him. “Have you received the coordinates?”

 The rest of the morning is spent packing up their meager things into the burner jeep Fury sent, and mapping their route to the new safehouse. It was far—two states over, and Bucky was eager to get on the road. By noon he’s pulling out of the hidden drive, tapping his fingers irritatedly against the steering wheel. Thor had decided to sit in the back with you—of fucking course—and though he’d wanted to complain, he couldn’t. Not without exposing himself, and Thor knows it too; fixing him with knowing grins and watching as Bucky can’t help but follow the movement of Thor’s large hand on your jean clad thigh. 

 “Would you like help driving, Bucky?” You ask sweetly, smiling at him in the rearview. “I know you’re meant to be protecting me, but I don’t mind.” It would be better if you were indifferent, but this sweetness is torture. 

 And Thor knows it too. He makes hard eye contact with you in the mirror, running his tongue across his lips as his hand travels higher, to your hip. Bucky knows you’re used to his touch; you’ve been hiding it as best you can—poor thing—but you don’t flinch when what should be a casual touch becomes overly familiar. You don’t even notice. 

 “No, pet. I think he has it all handled up there. Don’t you, James?” Thor drawls, and finally you seem to notice the warm hand near the apex of your thighs. Bucky watches you look quickly down and mouth “Stop” at Thor, who shrugs in response. He tries to tear his eyes away from you in the backseat—he’s still driving, and he doesn’t want to explain a crashed car to Fury. 

 Bucky glances at the road—still empty. It’s been a rather lonely drive, few other cars to distract him from glancing into the back over and over again. He can’t help it when every time he chances a look, something worse is happening. Thor’s hands back on you. 

 Under your shirt as you bite your lip to keep from moaning, not knowing Bucky’s seen you already. 

 Popping the button on your jeans and sliding his massive hand boldly down the front. 

 God, Bucky’s not sure whether he’s died and gone to heaven or straight down to meet the devil in hell when finally, Thor’s ministrations pull the faintest moan from your full lips. Your eyes meet Bucky’s in the rearview, and widen in shock and embarrassment—but you don’t look away. 

 Fuck. 

 Thor chuckles. “Isn’t this what you wanted, my dove?” He says lowly. “Gods, you’re squeezing me so tight. You want the soldier to come back here and take care of you?” Your skin is flushed, and the shamed look on your beautiful face is almost enough to make him bust right there. 

 And then you fucking nod.

 Thor tugs you into his lap, keeping the fingers of his other hand buried in your core. He then reaches out to caress your lips gently with the pads of his fingers. Bucky’s barely looking at the road anymore, so it’s a good fucking thing there aren’t any cars. You open your mouth, closing it around his fingers, sucking them noisily. 

 “She’s quite good with her mouth, James.” Fuck, he can hear how wet you are. “And so tight.” You moan openly around Thor’s fingers. “Tell James you want him deep inside you, pet.”

 “I want you inside me, Bucky.” You mumble around his fingers, drool dripping down your chin. 

 “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” The words leave Bucky’s lips unbidden. He’s painfully hard, straining against the seam of his pants. The steering wheel is already crushed in his grip, the metal underneath the thick leather now permanently in the shape of his fingers. Thor pulls his fingers slowly from your mouth and you lick your lips. 

 “Please, Buck.” 

 Bucky doesn’t remember pulling over, doesn’t remember getting out, but when he pulls the door open—almost yanks it off the fucking hinges—Thor’s holding your wrists in his hands. You’re half laid down in the seat, looking at him with those eyes and he’s going for the zipper on his pants.

 “Eager, soldier?” Thor asks amusedly, and Bucky rolls his eyes. 

 “Shut up.” 

 He pulls down your jeans with more gentleness than he knew he possessed, his fingers tracing absent patterns on every bit of skin he reveals. The seam of your panties is soaked and stuck against your slick folds, and Bucky groans as he drags a single finger along it. 

 “So wet, doll.” He mutters. He tears them off, uncaring when the elastic snaps against your skin. You smell so good, and you’re writhing and moaning and it’s so much fucking better than he ever imagined—“Let go.” He grunts at Thor, who releases your hands instantly. They’re on him then, running through his hair, stroking down the sides of his face. 

 You grind down against his hand as he slides two fingers into the tightness of your pussy, barely able to get them both in. He wraps his flesh hand around his cock, squeezing. You’re going to feel so good on his cock, and Bucky tells you so, tells you what a good girl you are, and when your sweet cunt begins to flutter around his vibranium fingers, he pulls them out. 

 Bucky brings them to his lips for a taste, moaning low in his throat at the taste of you. “So sweet. Knew you’d be fuckin’ sweet.” You keen at the loss of them, bucking your hips towards him. He’s ignoring Thor, who is stroking his cock openly as he watches you with Bucky. “Gonna fill you so good, sweet.” He murmurs, sliding the head of his cock through your slick folds. 

 “Please, Bucky!” You cry brokenly, and he grins at you. 

 “Of course, sweet.” He doesn’t give you time to respond, a guttural moan tearing from your throat as he sheathes himself completely inside you. Bucky’s eyes roll shut at the feel of you, tight like a goddamn vise. 

 “Oh God, oh fuck, fuck—” You’re mumbling nonsensically as the head of his cock pushes as far inside of you as there’s room for. He chuckles at you. 

 “I know, baby. I know.” He coos, brushing a thumb across your damp lips. Your tongue darts out to caress it, and Bucky can’t help the growl that looses itself from his chest. “Such a good girl. Take it all.” He pushes his hips against yours before pulling out, only to fill you again. You’re sopping wet and messy around him, and it’s driving him the best kind of crazy. “You like this dick, sweetheart?” He asks, and you nod, another sobbing moan tearing from you. “Aw baby. Can’t even think, can you? All fuckin dumb and wet on my cock.” 

 You’re moaning and nodding as your cunt squeezes around him so hard it makes his eyes roll. “ ‘M so close, Bucky, please, please—” 

 “Fuck, are you gonna cum, sweet?” He pants. He’s so close too, but he wants to feel you first. Bucky doesn’t care that his pants are around his ankles, that the entire jeep is moving with the force of his thrusts. All he cares about is this, is making you come apart all over his cock.

 “Uh-huh,” You nod, your words failing as you gaze adoringly up at him, openmouthed. He wants to see you look at him like that always.

 “Tell me how good this cock makes you feel, and then you can cum.” Bucky snaps his hips against yours. “Tell me!” He needs to hear it, needs to hear how fucking good he’s making you feel. 

 “Uh-so good-uh-so full, fuck, please Bucky, let me cum.” You whine pathetically, pulling at his arms. “Please.”

 “Do it.” You clench down hard around him and whine, your pussy tightening so much it’s almost hard to move. “Oh fuck doll. Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight—” Bucky can’t take the sounds you’re making and the feel of you, tight and wet and hot and milking him so fucking good, he can’t help it. He’s filling you up, muffled curses falling from both of your lips as he presses himself even deeper—why waste it? 

 When his vision clears, your eyes are closed and your lips are parted as your cunt still trembles around him. Bucky calls your name, checking your pulse worriedly when you don’t respond. 

 “She’s passed out, soldier.” He’d almost forgotten Thor was there. “Certainly took you long enough.” He replied, wiping his own spend onto your belly and rubbing it in. Bucky hates that it makes him throb to see it. 

 “I’m not giving her up.” Bucky says suddenly. He can’t go back now that he’s had you. 

 He won’t. 

 “Of course not, James.” Thor replies, grinning. “We’re friends aren’t we?”

 “I guess.” 

 “And friends share.”

Fin

[chrisevansjellybeans]

I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.

A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish

*not my gif*

The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.

“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”

Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.

“Uh.”

Good job. Very articulate.

You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.

“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”

The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.

Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.

“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.

“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.

You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.

“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.

Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.

“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”

“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.

“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.

“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.

“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”

Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.

“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.

You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?

You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”

“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.

He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.

“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”

“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.

“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”

“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.

“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”

“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”

You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.

“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.

“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”

Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.

“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”

“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”

“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.

“I’m not getting in that car.”

“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”

Your breath hitched as you processed his words.

“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”

“I-”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky turned and started walking down the street.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.

“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”

Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.

“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I love you, you idiot.”

[bugsandcoffee]

Hi bug! 💙💙 Asking this because I love it when you chat about your writing and your fic ideas, so what are some fics you are currently working on or really wanna write? 🥰💙😘

Hi Seashell 🥰🥰

Thank you so much for asking! I love rambling about my writing and I have a ton of ideas I am currently working on or have on the endless stuff to eventually write list.

The main fic I am working on right now is The Untitled Puzzling Fic with Speed Jigsaw Puzzler!Steve who is going to a jigsaw puzzle competition and then meets Bucky in an airport. Total meet cute. But then they both think they won't see each other again. But of course they do! Because Bucky’s teammate/colleague Sam also knows Steve and is on Steve’s team for the pairs & team jigsaw puzzling competition and (re)introduces them. I think Sam & Bucky are professional sports people but I haven't settled on a sport yet. Either way once Steve & Bucky meet again they start dating and we'll also get to see an actual jigsaw competition (I might be the only person actually interested in this haha)

A new addition to the list is a Stucky AU inspired by Jack Reacher: Never Go Back. I'm still deciding on whether to make it a full modern AU or if it should be Shrunkyclunks. There are a few details I would change from the movie. But the kid in my fic would likely be Yelena or Kate. Steve would be Jack and Bucky would be Major Turner. Other roles I am still kinda figuring out.

I also have a vague idea that I wanna do a few Stucky/Evanstan fics based on The Car album by Arctic Monkeys because I like the vibes of the album and I think some of the lyrics make very good song titles.

There's also a fic currently called The Dick Pic Problem. I haven't worked on it for a bit but it's (of course) another Stucky fic. In the fic Steve thinks he's straight and he asks Bucky for helping with taking the perfect dick pic. So they end up going back and forth with dick pics and eventually Steve finally realizes he may not be as straight as he thinks.

Then there's the fic currently called Unmoored. This one I am taking a break on because it's heavier than most of my stories and writing it was making me sad. In this story Bucky’s daughter died and ever since he's been feeling lost ever since. Bucky is a writer and his friend and editor suggests going to a remote island for a retreat so he can start to process things a little. He gets warned to not miss the last boat back because there won't be any boats for the rest of winter. But then, of course, he does miss the boat. Steve, who was Captain America and was found on the Island, offers to let Bucky stay with him. It also features ghost stories and legends and an entire island keeping the secret that Steve is alive. Oh and of course lots and lots of mutual pining and domestic fluff moments.

A fic inspired by Vigilante Shit. Where Steve is nomad and he has a group of women around him who got treated badly elsewhere. They are out to destroy Hydra. Steve’s motivations are to get his Bucky back and a bit of revenge and all the women want revenge too for what Hydra did to them. Will also have some femslash couples like Yelena/Kate and Natasha/Sharon. Other women include Wanda, Kamala & Maria. But there will probably be more.

And then I have some more wishlist fics that I wanna write but haven't fully developed ideas for yet:

Mutual Pining College AU

Trans!Bucky

Autistic!Steve

Asexual/Demisexual Steve

Some femslash like Carol/Maria & Yelena/Kate

Fluffy Hallmark-y Stucky Christmas Fic

I hope this was interesting! Thanks again for asking ❤️❤️❤️

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ☁︎

Mark

Mark loves hugging Talia for some reason, something about her aura makes her seem so lovable

He likes her sitting next to him so he can hold her hand and play with her hair since its really soft

Another things is he likes to sleepover and cuddle her to sleep over at her room since it smells nice

When they hangout in his room when she is over at the 127 dorm he likes to have her laying on his lap in silence

When hes nervous he plays with her fingers or rings and lays her head on his shoulder and lays his head on hers

He whines when she leaves the hug to do work, especially in the winter since it cold

When he says he doesn't want to hug anymore she leaves to do something else, he captures her right back

"Im hot I dont wanna cuddle anymore." "Okay" *gets up to leave* "wait nevermimd COMEBACK PLEASE."

Pats her head a lot when she does a good job

When he backhugs her, he grabs her hips and shakes her back and forth it, amuses him

During fansigns he likes to sit next to her having an arm around her or holding her hand when they are not with fans, and claims her for a good couple minutes not before other members fight him

"Ya Mark hyung stop hogging her." "Am not" "ARE TOO" "AM NOT" *fight ensues*

Or in the waiting room, waiting to start a performance you can see Mark having a hand around her waist with his head on her shoulder looking at videos.

Renjun

Hugs her a lot on and off camera

When he grew more comfortable with her he likes to kiss her cheeks since they are squishy and when he is feeling mischievous he lightly bites them

"Squishy" *kisses them* *Tali thinks nothing of it* *not satisfied* *bites* "Ah NO-"

Likes it cling on to her when she wears cute things since he finds her adorable.

When she tries to hug him he playfully denies but when she doesn't continue (because she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable) she goes to another member then he grabs her and hugs her saying he wants them now.

Has a limb around her at most times unless the other members beat him to it.

Then if she is wearing something revealing he likes to hide her by a big hug when he doesnt have a jacket.

When she's nervous she caresses his birthmark on his hand and lays her head on his shoulder

Gives her piggy back rides when she is tired and honestly worried that he is able to since she is really light and wants her to gain weight

During dream promotions they nap together in the car, lounge etc.

Likes to braid her hair or do her makeup and he does it pretty well

Sometimes gets jealous of other members when they hug her first or too long

"AY You hugged her enough come here Tali." "NO DONT LISTEN TO HIM" "HAECHAN LET GO OF HER" "NEVER-"

Jeno

Likes to pick her up a lot since she is smaller than him

*looks down at Tali* *Tali minding her own business* *picks her up* "ah wait-" *spins* "NO-"

Likes to squish her cheeks a lot when she pouts

When they are sitting he likes to either have her on his lap or between his legs so be can backhug her

Then he likes to kiss her head for when she is feeling down, or when they are in a peaceful place.

Likes to hold her hand a lot as her hands are smaller compared to his and he finds it adorble

*holds hand* "hm?" *( ◜‿◝ )* "cute"

When he has trouble sleeping he likes to go to her side/room and sleep with her as she cuddles him to sleep or sings.

And in airports he likes to engulf her in a bear hug so fans won't pull her away/she wont get lost/ just to keep her safe.

She likes to squish his cheeks when he smiles.

When she cant reach something she says up up and he picks her up by the waist so she can grab it

Then when ever she is bored she would poke Jeno's mole which makes them both smile

Then he has his hand on her back guiding her during award ceremonies

Lots of piggy back rides between these two.

One of her pillows

Nap in the lounge all the times together if not with Jeno then she goes to Renjun

Haechan

Has a limb on her at all times, or just a member away from her.

Loves to kiss her cheeks and vice versa, she find his skin so pretty she finds it hard not to kiss it

Hugs her all the time front/backhug/side etc

Always kissing her hand aswell, holds it with Jeno fighting for it when she is working and using her other hand to write or type something

My girl is just unbothered

He likes to specifically kiss her pinky for some reason

Has this thing for her legs, likes to lay on them, message them, when hes protective as a hand on her thigh and glares at the guy

Always jealous when a member has her for "too long"

"Ya Jisung GIVE HER" "NO I ONLY HAD FOR FOR 10 MINUTES SHE JUST GOT BACK HOME" "IM OLDER" "SO?" "SO?!"

Tali gives him a lot of head pats which he enjoys since he feels accomplish

Then when Tali tries to leave their cuddles session to go to a schedule not with him he whines

"Haechanie I have to go-" "Nooo" "Yes I have to go-" "NooooOOOO COMEBACK PWEASSE-"

Then he gets so dramatic when she leaves for a tour for Blackpink since he won't see her a couple months or weeks.

During tours she rooms with Haechan or he whines so much to the members dislike and if he doesnt room with his noona he will break in and take her.

During Mv shoots she usually goes up to Haechan and huddles up to him when its cold, he takes advantage of that time.

In the waiting room you can see if Tali is not sleeping Haechan will be sleeping on top of her, while she is softly scratching his scalp relaxing him to make him fall asleep

Jaemin

Let me tell you....this man is clingy to her.

Like he treats her like a princess and knows how to treat a girl, but he cant hold back

Like Haechan, he likes to kiss her cheeks and etc and thats how he shows his love to her

This man got them in a scandal on how he treats her but some people can't blame them its precious

He likes to tackle her with hugs, for example the level of aggressiveness he tackles her in different situations

One level is when she is back from a tour without them he tackles her to the ground another is when she leaves without a word then its when she loses balance now thats a 50% chance she will fall

He likes to use her as his personal pillow in the dorm/ in the louge when he takes a nap/ in the car etc

Will be one of the people to be right next to her when going somewhere to protect her

When he feels clingy he goes to her because he KNOWS she doesn't have the heart to deny him but knows she has a limit and doesn't cross it

This boy is possessive with her and cuddles, so he always fights Haechan or...all members

"Haechan let go, give her-" "No" "I- LET GO" "NO." *Haechan gets tackled*

When she wears revealing clothes he is always behind her either hugging her/covering her and sometimes tugs down the clothes

Or goes infront of her and button ups the clothes because if she does it she will get scolded

Then for fan service or to amuse him since he sometimes does it in the dorm he grabs a piece of hair and kisses it then smirks at her while she gives him either a blank or a flustered face

Likes to tickle her to her death doesn't stop until she says yes to her eating dessert with him when she is on diets.

Chenle

Was very very clingy towards her during trainee and debut years but got less but still clingy

A lot of hand holding an Chenle putting his head on her lap or shoulder

Fights anyone who tries to steal her away from him like Jaemin, Haechan ...well everyone

"Jaemin Hyung, no shes mine!" "No" "No?" "No" *silence* *fight breaks out*

When she gets quiet its not like she's never not he would always go next to her and accompany her while the chaos ensues

When she is over at his house he is always had a limb on her as he wants to spend as much time with her before the members come in

Always admires her eyes, so when she makes eye contact its hold for 5 minutes until she gets embarrassed which makes him hug her and say sorry

*makes eye contact* *gets embarrassed* "Oh IM SORRY, your eyes are so pretty...cute."

When he takes naps its usually with him on her

Will literally drag her out of bed so she can go out with him

Likes to mess with her hair and put ping tails which he finds adorble

When they are out together, they either have pinkys intertwined or hands, and if in a more crowded place has his arm around her shoulder or waist

Will cling on to her during hard times to feel reassurance that shes there

Jisung

He LOVES head pats from her

Its usually goes Tali laying on her bed and her hand is in the air fiddling with her rings

Then Jisung comes in and outs his head under her hand which makes her look at an adorble jisung wanting her attention which she starts petting his hair

Then he climbs on the bed and has trapped her in his limbs, unlikes Haechan she cant escape from his hugs

*put his head under her hand* *tali pets his hair* *traps her in his limbs* "i feel like this was a trap" *cutely nods*

Random ik but she made a baggett for him once when he asked Jaemin she just offered since she was making bread anyway and was waiting for the dough to rise

Likes to backhug her a lot since she smaller compared to him in height factor and honestly just wants to protect her like she protected him

Backhugs are the main part of this relationship, when she cooks for him its like a thank you

Likes to kiss her head since its more subtle then kissing her cheek

Tali loves squishing his cheeks and he lets her, since it makes her happy it also makes Jaemin jealous

"Squish squish" *smiles down at her* *Jaemin sulking in the back*

They fix each other hair, but mostly him fix her hair and him feeling accomplished afterwards