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You Better Jump... (part 2 of 2)

no outbreak!neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈9k

Summary: Your neighbor fixed your lock for you. How can you ever repay him? [read part 1 here]

Warnings: Canon divergent (no outbreak) & mentions of Sarah but we don't see or interact with her (AU - she moved out, lives on her own). Partial physical description of reader (having a thick/curvy body, wears a dress/feminine). Reader is a polyglot but no explicit mentions of race/ethnicity. Feminine pet names (sweet girl, darlin’, etc.). Flirty/awkward interactions and heightened sexual tension. Reader’s unhinged bestie <3. Implied age gap, but no explicit mention as to how big. LATINO JOEL MILLER (😫). An oddly weird amount of sweetness for 2 people who just met LOL. SMUT 18+ MDNI: Joel gets turned on at reader being a polyglot LMAO. Overall dirty talk/vulgar language. Dom/sub undertones (not heavy or established but definitely present). Vaginal fingering, p in v unprotected (I’m not sorry), semi-public sexual activity, thigh riding, bit of exhibitionism kink, oral sex (f receiving), squirting (blink and you’ll miss it), spit kink, choking, hickeys/marking… please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

A/N: HERE'S PART 2 (THE FINAL PART)! ENJOY, MY LOVES!!💚

MASTERLIST

You and Joel make out like that, with your front door wide open, until you hear a loud meow from what you immediately know to be the neighborhood cat who likes to visit you once in a while. You two break away from each other, breathless, startled from the feline just sitting at the foot of your door.

You look back up to Joel with a cheesy grin on your face, and he mirrors your expression, bringing one of his hands up to run along your red and swollen bottom lip. “Sorry,” he chuckles breathily, “got a little carried away.”

You slowly lean forward into his touch and take his thumb into your mouth, swirling it around your tongue. “Don’t apologize,” you say. You pull your mouth off his thumb and leave a little kiss to the pad of it, “I liked it.”

He groans, his eyes completely black and the grip on your waist tightens, “Darlin’,” he warns, “I need to take you out properly first.”

You slowly back away an inch with a smile full of trouble and put your hands up in a surrendering motion.

His jaw clenches, “You’re trouble, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

You shrug your shoulders in response, “Maybe.” You fall to your knees in front of him, slowly, and pick up the tools he dropped before your little makeout session. You stand on your knees, head in line with his hips, and look up at him. You reach around and tuck his tools in the back pocket of his jeans, grabbing onto his belt loops to pull yourself back on your feet, “Thank you for fixing my door for me, Joel.”

Before you can break away from the close proximity, his arm snakes around your waist yet again and pulls you in, his other free hand going straight for the underside of your jaw. “Pick you up at seven tonight, hm? Wear somethin’ pretty,” he says, leaning in for a deep kiss that sucks all the air out of you, “Somethin’ that gives me easy access, yeah?”

And with that, he walks out (the cat in tow), shutting the door in the process.

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It’s 5 o'clock by the time Joel left you completely speechless at his last words, and it’s 6 by the time you call your best friend to get your ass over here right now and update her on everything that happened, including her stupid ass comment that made it right into Joel’s earshot. Of course, she laughs hysterically at that, slapping the shit out of your arm with every deep breath she takes at an attempt to calm herself.

“Alright, bitch,” she says, wiping the edges of her eyes from any residue tears, “Let’s get ya dressed, so you can jump-”

“That’s enough,” you say, slapping your hand over her mouth.

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Holy fuck.

All your life, you were never really confident in yourself. You were secure enough in your identity that you knew you weren’t that bad to the average eye, but you also very much knew that you weren’t jaw-droppingly sexy. That is, until Joel made you feel like the hottest person on the planet with how he couldn’t control himself with you. Mix in your best friend’s way of hyping you up, and fuck did you feel unstoppable.

You’re not much of a dress person, but you did have a silk, dark green spaghetti strap dress that you bought on a whim a year back. You were slightly skinnier then, but the way it hugs you now accentuates all the right curves and you’ve never felt so fucking beautiful. The dress is also very flowy, having a long slit on both sides, stopping at your hip. Standing, sitting down, no matter what angle, anyone is bound to see a slip of your underwear. Which is totally the reason why you make the executive decision to not wear any, and not because of Joel’s words ringing in your ear since it left his mouth.

You enter your living room once again, giving your best friend a bit of a show before you kick her ass out, and just as your laughs settle down, you hear a knock at your door.

No fuckin’ way it’s been an hour already, you think to yourself. Your eyes go wide as you look at your best friend, her expression mirroring yours. You frantically look at the clock on your television stand, and, it has been an hour already, fuck.

You tell your best friend to hide in your room for now because there is absolutely no way she’s meeting Joel yet. She frowns, but ultimately she listens and runs to your room while you run to grab the door.

You’re already out of breath from the show you were giving your best friend, and the nerves that were building with Joel on the other side of the door you were about to open is not helping one bit.

You planned on just side-stepping him and making it straight for his car, so he doesn’t come inside, but as soon as the door opens, your breath hitches. Joel is so fucking sexy, Jesus fucking Christ, you want to swallow him whole right fucking now. As your eyes give him a full sweep, you make it down to his sleek black shoes, and in your peripheral vision, you see that your feet are still bare. Shit, there goes your plan.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty sight,” he says, also looking you up and down, matching your energy, wanting to devour you just as bad. You smirk up at him and muster up a bashful thank you, but you’re still in a trance from how good he looks. Finally, you feel the outside air tickle your feet, so you start stepping backwards into your apartment, beginning to kneel down to reach the heels you set aside earlier.

He notices where you’re headed and stops you by gently grabbing you by the hip, “Here, may I?” And before you can even think to decline (which you never would), he’s already on his knees for you, for the second time today, and you can’t help the pooling arousal in your core. Your panty-less core, to be exact, which is now only inches away from him.

He grabs your foot and situates it on his knee while he works to unclasp the strap. When he does, his rough hands are grabbing your ankle so contrastingly soft and situating your foot into the heel. He makes sure the strap wraps perfectly around your ankle, and seeing how big his hands are, you would think he would struggle with such a tiny buckle. But no, he clasps it faster than even you would, and he finishes off by leaving a sweet kiss just above where the strap lays on you. He hears your breath hitch at that, so, like the menace he is, he places three more soft kisses, making the journey higher up your leg. And before you can beg him to keep going, he’s already switching your feet around, and repeating the exact same process to your other foot. Including the three kisses up your leg. He looks up at you, a smug smile and a playful sparkle in his eye, “Ready, pretty girl?”

“Y-yeah, I-I’m ready,” you stutter out, eyes already glossed over. He stands at full height now, his hand falling to your lower back as he guides you to the front door. He pauses, though, and you look up at him slightly confused. “I reckon she won’t be here when we get back, but, uh, aren’t ya gonna introduce me to your little friend?”

Your eyes go wide, “How-?” You begin to question, but his fingers are already at your chin, guiding you to look at the black Jeep, backed into a parking spot next to your car, with a bumper sticker of a half set of butterfly wings. It perfectly matches up to the sticker on your car, making a full butterfly. “Oh,” you say defeated but also impressed he picked up on such a little detail. It makes your heart warm a little.

He lets you go from his grasp, and you turn your body in the general direction of your room and yell, “Bitch, get out he-”

It’s as if she had her ear to the door the entire time, waiting for the moment she could dart out because she doesn’t even give you a moment to finish your statement. She’s already in front of you both within seconds.

You give her the eyes that she immediately translates as please play it cool, but you both know she won’t. “Hi, Joel, right? I’ve heard lots about ya,” she spits out at the speed of lightning as she holds her hand out for him to take, and she quickly follows by introducing her name. Joel chuckles at her eagerness and his date’s obvious embarrassment. It’s endearing. Reminds him of his relationship with Tommy. It warms him to know you have a true ride or die in your life, it’s rare to come across these days.

Eventually the introductions are over, your best friend is headed back to her home, and you and Joel are headed to some restaurant that he refuses to tell you the name or where it is, just that the “Drive is worth it, I promise.”

“A 40 minute drive?” you say jokingly just to rile him up, “This better be the best goddamn thing my mouth is ever gonna taste, then.”

His stare breaks from the road for a moment to look at you, then it’s back on the road. But he has a shit-eating grin on his face. “We might as well turn around then, huh? Because the best goddamn thing that mouth of yours is ever gonna taste is not available in any restaurant, no matter how far or fancy.”

It takes you a minute to register, but when it does, you can feel your cheeks and ears heat up, spreading down to your chest, and eventually his dirty implication forces the heat to settle in between your legs. “Christ,” you say under your breath as you shift your hips in his passenger seat, not wanting your already soaked pussy to get anywhere.

Maybe you should’ve worn some panties after all.

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You guys are on the last stretch of your drive, about ten minutes left, and Joel’s hand has found his home on your thigh, thoughtlessly rubbing his fingers up and down. However, your mind is completely racing because fuck you just wish he’d move up a little higher to where you are absolutely begging for him the most.

As if he hears your plea, his hand goes higher and higher, but then he stops. His hand goes rigid, grip gets a little tighter, and his breath gets a little heavier. His hand is high enough to where he should be feeling the hem of your underwear, or at least that’s what he was expecting to feel.

“Darlin’?”

“Yes, Joel?” you say as innocently as possible.

“Are you not…?”

“No,” losing the innocence in a matter of seconds.

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me, baby,” he grits out as his hand resumes his path to your wetness. The closer he gets, the more your hips try and angle upwards so he can reach you better, and as soon as his fingers are running through your folds, you’re fucking done for.

“We’re not leavin’ this car ‘til you cum at least twice on my fingers,” he says, his voice completely dark now. “Ya hear me?” He questions as he applies pressure to your clit.

“Fuck! Yes- yes, please, Joel,” you whine out. You shift your body slightly towards his direction, and you open your legs as much as his truck allows you to. Immediately, his fingers slide from your clit and come down to your entrance, spreading your wetness all over you.

He dips into your hole, just one finger in and slowly starts pumping in and out. You’re so turned on by him that just one finger is enough to make that wet squelching sound from going in and out of you. You let out a moan at the action, your one hand shooting to grip the handle of your door and the other gripping onto his bicep. “You make the sweetest sounds for me, darlin’,” he says to you, southern twang increasing in line with his own arousal.

“Please, baby-” you mutter as your head falls back. His one finger speeds up at your words, “Oh, c’mon, use those words,” he teases a second finger at your entrance.

He’s only using one finger right now, and you’re already fucked out, unable to speak or think. You so badly want more of him, though, so you will yourself to talk. “Oh, p-please, an- another finger, Joel, please.. n-need you so bad, please,” you beg.

“That’s right, baby, usin’ your words for me,” he slides his second finger in, “Dámelo.” Give it to me.

“Oh my god,” you damn near scream out, his words spurring you on more than you’ve ever felt. More slick leaks out of you at his Spanish command. Of course he’s fucking sexy and has the filthiest mouth, in multiple languages, known to man. His two fingers are coming in and out of you at a delicious rate, the thickness and length of him hits that sweet spot in you without even trying. “Touch your clit, baby,” you barely hear him say with how blissed out your head feels. Slowly, you let go of the door handle beside you and bring your hand to your clit, rubbing messy circles on your center, coaxing your orgasm closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Joel, your fingers-” you say as he works you open. “My fingers, what? Go on, lemme hear you, trouble.”

Your breathing speeds up to an erratic pace, hot and heavy, “t-too fuck-” your moan cuts you off as your orgasm approaches. He makes his fingers bend in a motion that hits you right where you need it, and- “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, Joel.”

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it, baby,” he says, his movements slowing momentarily.

In your foggy haze, you find yourself peaking at the time, and- It’s only been four fucking minutes? Never has a man ever been able to make you cum that fast. Your past girlfriends, absolutely, but the men you slept with? They’re not even worthy of the label boyfriend if you’re being completely honest. Whatever the case is, you just know Joel has you absolutely fucked. You knew this from the start, of course, but it’s finally setting in. When he’s knuckle-deep inside you while less than ten minutes out from your mystery date location. Chivalry isn’t dead after all, huh?

You’re brought back from your slight distraction when you feel him pull out of you. You whimper at the loss, your hips raising for more. “I know, sugar, I know,” he comforts, “I just have to get a taste before I lose my fuckin’ mind.” His fingers disappear into his mouth, licking and sucking every last drop on him like you’re some lifesaving nectar he’s been searching all his life for. He lets out a pained groan, “I need to taste ya for real, fuck.”

He gives you no time to react to his words because his fingers are back inside you in no time. This time he pumps into you with a steady pace but a deep pressure that has you unable to take a single breath in. Your eyes are rolled back, and it feels like you’re drowning. Like you’re being consumed in everything Joel, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sweat is dripping down your neck at this point as the heat spreads from the apples of your cheeks to the swell of your breasts all the way down to your core. The sounds flowing out of you are uncontrollable and pure filth, and it’s riling him up so much that he is in literal physical pain. His hand that’s on the wheel is gripping so hard that his knuckles are ghost white, and his entire face is flushed with the utmost amount of pained self control you’ve ever fucking seen.

“C’mon, my filthy fuckin’ girl,” he grunts out, “almost there, baby, need one more from you,” his pace finally speeding up in the way that he knows, from your first climax, will end you. He tried keeping his pace slow on purpose, so he can draw out all your beautiful moans and gasps and drag you further into that floating state of mind, but you’re nearly at your destination now and he so desperately needs to get out of this car before he drops his gentlemen promise and pulls over to take you right here in his truck. Unbeknownst to you, he pulls into a parking space that is completely excluded from the general population, and he leans over to bring his hand on your jaw to make you meet his eyes.

“You look at me when I make you cum, yeah, trouble?” he asks, though it’s not much of a question. Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him and you try to answer him, but you’re feeling too good that as soon as you starts, “Anythinforyou, Jo-” your orgasm cuts you off and your mouth falls open with the most desperate and needy moans you’ve ever heard yourself make.

He continues his movements as you let yourself fall deeper and deeper, and only until the overstimulation begins to hit you do you realize where you are. “W-when did we park..?” you groan out as he removes his finger from your spent pussy. He chuckles at your cluelessness, “Few minutes ago, sweet girl,” he says as he brings his fingers up to his mouth yet again to lap up your arousal. The action alone has your pussy clenching for something more.

As if he can read your mind, “Later,” he smirks at you. “Let’s eat,” he adds as he gets himself out of the car and walks to your side, opening your door and guiding you out. “Thank you,” you say shyly, unable to look up at him and as you stand on your jello legs.

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The restaurant he takes you to is absolutely gorgeous and lively. It’s an Italian restaurant, small and homey, and it seems like a locally owned business. It’s extremely dim, and the main sources of light are purple and red, pointing in the direction of the live music. You two are sitting in a booth in a dark corner, intimate and excluded.

“This place is really beautiful,” you tell him with a smile that makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter. “You eat here often?”

“Y-yeah,” he stutters. Why is he nervous now when he just had you coming apart on his finger merely moments ago? Human emotion is a peculiar thing. “Actually, sorry-” he blurts. You sense his nerves, but you don’t mention it. It warms you that he’s actually nervous. It shows you he’s actively wanting more than just your lust-filled endeavors. You rest your arm along the table, your hand resting palm up near his own, offering him comfort. Silently telling him you’re nervous, too, for whatever it’s worth. He takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers with one another. You can see him physically relax. “I don’t really eat here often, but my daughter has dragged me here once or twice. The food is really fuckin’ good.”

“I’m excited,” you squeeze his hand to reflect your excitement. You’re usually the one making the pasta or any Italian dish you’ve been craving because cooking is what you were bred to do. Cooking is the way to the heart, your nonna always taught you. No matter how traditional the sentiment was, it was one you carry with you always. Naturally, you were a bit reluctant to indulge, but the entire atmosphere here screams authentic Italian culture, reminding you of your nonna and soothing your reluctances.

You both scour the menu for a moment, but you both settled on an option fairly quickly, your waiter comes right on queue. “Ciao! Can I start us off with anything to drink?”

Too enraptured by your food options, you forgot to decide your beverage. Before you can even begin to think, Joel is already on it. “Could we get two glasses of red, your house blend, please?”

“Right away, sir, I’ll be back with those in a moment and take your order, then,” he says as he steps away. Immediately then, another individual appears with two glasses and fills them up with water while you wait.

Joel’s focus is on the water being poured, while you’re still devouring him with your eyes. You and him never had a chance yet to talk about your backgrounds or your interests, but so far he’s doing a damn good job at dissecting you: your favorite food being Italian and your drink of choice always being red wine, and he got that, all unprompted.

Finally, his eyes meet yours and the sultry look you’re giving him makes him immediately heat up, his red flush making its appearance again. “What?” He gives you an amused grin.

“Oh, nothing,” you say as you lean back in your bench seat, “I just- you’re really impressing me. It’s quite the turn on.”

His expression turns from amused to aroused in seconds. “Oh?” He leans forward. “Tell me more?”

Before you can indulge, your waiter is back, placing a wine glass in front of each of you and pouring your glass a little over a third way full before he sets it down to begin taking your order.

“What can I get started for you guys?”

You signal for Joel to go first. The look on your face screams mischief, so he doesn’t question it. He orders the filet mignon gnocchi, tonight’s special. The waiter turns to you.

“Buonasera! Vorrei la carbonara, per favore,” (Good evening! I would like the carbonara, please) you say as you beam up at the waiter. His expression brightens tenfold as he realizes what language you just spoke to him. “Perfetto, la carbonara,” (Perfect, the carbonara) the waiter writes down, then looks between the both of you, “I’ll get these in right away.”

“Grazie,” (Thank you) you say, and you hear a small thank you coming from Joel as the waiter walks away. You and Joel meet each other’s gaze.

“You-” he breathes. He looks really shocked. And utterly turned on. “You speak Italian?” You don’t remember when, but his hold on your hand switched to running his finger up and down your forearm. Chills fall down your spine. “Mhm,” you respond with, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while you reach for a sip of your wine, as if you don’t know how much you just completely rocked his world.

“Fuckin’ trouble, I tell ya,” he says under his breath as he tries to casually adjust himself under the protection of the table and the dark lighting.

After your meals come out, the next 45 minutes are spent in easy conversation. You ask him questions that prompt responses ranging from telling you about his daughter to him being a single father to his contractor business with his younger brother, Tommy. In return, he asks you questions about your family, your best friend, and the question that’s been burning him all night, “Where the hell did you learn Italian?”

You chuckle at his eagerness. Who knew Joel Miller would have an auralism fetish? You wonder what else could spur him on. “I can ask you the same about your Spanish,” you say as you wipe your mouth from any pasta sauce. “Throwing your words at me while you have me wrapped around your fingers, literally.” You say it so casual yet bold that it does nothing but fire him up more. His self control slips more and more with every flirty and filthy word your mouth utters.

He clears his throat and takes a deep breath to compose himself. “Grew up bilingual,” he offers.

Southern drawl with a Spanish tongue? Yes, please, you think to yourself. You hum in agreement. He picks up on it. “Ah, I see.”

“Not bilingual, though,” you clarify with a smirk, mainly to test out just how turned on he’ll get at the prospect of your tongue being versed in a variety of ways.

One hand of his tightens as if he’s trying to really hold onto the string that’s keeping his self control at bay.

You sit and think for a minute. You grew up in a mixed ethnic household, so you have a few options you could choose to reveal right now, but there’s one in particular that you know will make him snap.

The waiter hands the bill directly to Joel. He’s writing down the tip and total as he murmurs to you, “What else do you know?” The waiter comes back and offers you both pleasantries and bids you goodnight, in Italian to you and English to Joel.

You lift your napkin up off your lap and begin to stand. He starts, but freezes as soon as you begin to speak, “Bueno,” you breathe out. “Me encantó la comida, pero tenemos que ir a la casa, ��qué piensas?” (Well, I loved the food, but we have to go home, what do you think?) You begin to walk in the direction of the exit, but you don’t feel his warmth radiating from you, so you turn back around. He’s sitting back down at the edge of the seat. You go back to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Joel…you okay?”

“Yep,” he says strained, “Just, uh- need a minute.” Both his hands are situated on his knees and he’s leaning over a little. Your eyes drift to in between his thighs and god damn he’s hard. Painfully hard. His bulge is so big it has you holding back a whimper at the sight of it.

You can’t help but make this situation worse for him, it’s in your nature. So you bring your mouth down to his ear and in a low whisper, “Faster we get into the car, the faster I can take care of that for you, big boy.”

He stands at full height now, his body completely flush and towering over you. He takes one look at you and his hands are on your waist, spinning you around and guiding you to the car without a word.

You can feel yourself walking faster than you’ve ever done in your life, and thank Heavens you do because as soon as you reach the car, he wastes no time in turning you around and pinning you between the driver’s side door and his body.

His lips meet yours in a frenzy, it’s a clash of hot breath and tongue, and you take all of him in fervently. His tongue passes over yours in a way that has your knees buckling. He clocks it immediately and before you know it, his thick thigh is slotted between yours, nudging your core. You moan into his mouth at the pressure, and he pulls away to grab your jaw, forcing your attention onto him. “Gonna give me another one, baby?”

“Joel-” you start, but he cuts you off. “You’re gonna give me another one, right here, right on my fuckin’ thigh,” he demands, his grip on your jaw tightening with his words, “Am I understood?”

You nod your head frantically as much as his grip allows you, followed by a “Fuck, fuck, yes, Joel, yes, I understand,” and your hips start moving on their own accord. “That’s it,” he chuckles, eyes blown out in his arousal for you. One hand wraps around your waist while the other bunches the front of your dress so he can see the mess you’re creating on him.

If anyone were to walk by right now, they would get a full view of your sobbing cunt rubbing all over his dressed thigh. It’s lewd, it’s pornographic, and it would definitely get you arrested for indecent exposure and disorderly conduct. And even though those reasons should be enough for you to stop what you’re doing and tell Joel you want to just get home first (which he’d be more than willing to oblige to for your comfort), you don’t want to. The prospect of someone walking by to witness what this hunk of a man can reduce you down to is enough to push you to the edge that much faster.

He slightly rocks his thigh back and forth in time with the grind of your hips, the now wet fabric catching enticingly on your clit. Joel’s grip on your waist tightens, encouraging more pressure into you. He lets go of your dress to slip his fingers in between your cunt and his thigh, adding more stimulation to the bundle of nerves as he pushes himself into you to meet you in another wet kiss. His lips leave your mouth and make its way down your jaw to just below your ear, and he bites. Hard. The searing sensation mixed with everything else makes your vision go white, and you’re literally creaming all over his black dress pants. He soothes that part of your neck with more sucking and licking as your hips come to a halt, his fingers still rubbing slowly, ever so often teasing them at your entrance.

Your full weight is leaned against his truck, and the only reason you’re still standing right now is because of his hold on you. He knows this, so keeping his one arm around your waist, he slowly pulls away from you to bend down and bring his other arm under your knees. He picks you up and cradles you to the front seat of his truck. He sets you down gently, buckles you in, and before he steps away to the driver side, he uses his pointer and thumb to nudge your chin up to his level, and he kisses you so sweetly, the butterflies in both your bellies fluttering like crazy at the feeling. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers.

“Then take me home, cowboy.”

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Ironically enough, your car ride back to your apartment is filled with the sweetness of each other’s presence, your main conversation of getting to know each other from dinner picking back up. The first few minutes of pulling out of the parking lot and getting onto the main road was you bringing yourself back down from your orgasmic high. You wanted to take care of Joel, so that’s what you started to do as soon as you gained your consciousness again, but he stopped you.

“Trust me, darlin’, I want you to so fuckin’ bad,” he says as he regretfully puts your hand back on the middle console and engulfs your hand in his. “But, at least, for tonight, I need to get you off before I do.”

You look at him even though he can’t meet your gaze. The gesture is heartwarming, you’ve never had anyone like this before. And although pleasing your partner is equally as pleasing for you, you don’t argue—but you are confused. “You did get me off, though…three times already?”

He smirks and meets your eyes for a moment before turning back. “That was just your appetizer, baby,” he lifts your hand up to his mouth and leaves a kiss to the back of it.

Your eyes go wide, “Oh,” you squeak out. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you, “Okay then.”

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As soon as he parks, he’s out of the car in an instant, opening your door and guiding you out again. You walk up to your door, fumbling for your keys to unlock it. He’s behind you, lips hungrily kissing up and down your neck and your shoulder. As soon as you get it open, you turn around to face him, your lips smashing into his and tugging him into the house as you walk backwards towards the direction of the nearest piece of furniture possible. He kicks your door shut and swiftly locks it, his one hand only leaving you for an unnoticeable second.

You were trying to lead him to your living room, but somehow you ended up crashing into your dining table. He doesn’t care though because his hands are grabbing at your hips, hoisting you up. He breaks the contact with your lips and you whine at the loss, but immediately he’s kneeling. Third time today, you think to yourself, could definitely get used to this view.

“Told ya, I needed to taste you for real, sweet girl,” he says as he runs his hands up your thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.”

You gather the front of your dress and let it pool beside you, your bottom half completely bare to him. You spread your legs and bring your hips to the very edge, your core completely at his mercy. His eyes grow completely black at the view, your wetness dripping out of you.

He secures his hands at your hips, borderline grasping at the globes of your asscheeks, and your thighs hooked on his shoulders. He leaves warm, open-mouth kisses up your thigh, alternating between both. Once he reaches your sex, you realize there is absolutely no stopping him until he’s had his fill. Your one hand stays behind on the dining table to hold you up while the other flies to the back of his head, gripping the curls at the base of his neck.

You’ve never felt anything like this before. His plush lips kissing every place vulnerable to you with such a velvety sensation, his tongue pushing into you and nudging areas you didn’t know a tongue could reach, and his nose—My God, his fucking nose—providing life-altering sensation directly on your clit.

The only noises in your apartment are the sounds of his slurping mixed with your high-pitched moans and occasional dirty praise, and you’re sure your neighbors can hear you, but you’re feeling way too fucking good to even care about that right now.

“Just like that, fuck-” your hips start grinding into his face, “-shit, you feel so fucking good, Joel, yes!” You gasp out as his rhythm changes, forcing you to the edge for the fourth time tonight.

He pulls you in impossibly closer and shoves his face impossibly deeper, and at that moment, your orgasm crashes into you. Your arm that was holding you up gives way and you fall back into the dining table, back arching while your thighs tighten around Joel’s head. The feeling of being completely consumed by you eggs him on so much that he can’t bring himself to stop. He continues devouring you like his life depends on it, his moans and whines vibrating you deep within. You don’t know if it’s another orgasm hitting you or an aftershock from the one you just had, but all you know is that your ass is completely off the dining table and he’s holding you into his face drinking every last drop.

You use all your strength to pull yourself back up, both your arms behind you to hold you up. You try and scoot your ass back onto the table, but Joel is still gripping onto you, spoiling the entire area with slow, deep kisses. He gives extra attention on your thighs, sucking bruises that’ll flourish through the night. Loving the sensation but not loving the way your ass is hitting against the table, you softly call his name with a smile full of adoration, “Let’s take this to my room, maybe?”

He stands to his full height while scooting you back to be able to sit properly again. His smile mirrors yours. He grabs your face with both his hands and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s soft at first, but tasting yourself on him is a taste you don’t think you’ll ever tire of. Your tongue caresses his bottom lip, and he opens, pulling you in, his tongue embracing yours in an all-consuming dance.

Your hands begin to roam at his sides, making your way to the buttons of his dress shirt, and it’s then that he pulls away, remembering the question you asked. “Wait, wait,” he says. He opens your legs a little more so he can step in between. His hands are underneath you once again, and he nudges you forward, wordlessly telling you to wrap your legs around his waist. So you do, and he picks up, chuckling at the squeal you let out when your body reaches the air, and he leads you to your bedroom.

He lets you plop onto the edge of the bed and get yourself situated in the center. He finishes what you started and starts undressing himself. His shirt is the first to go, unbuttoning, untucking, and letting it fall to a random place on your floor. Looking down at you ready for him, he takes a step closer, unbuckling his belt, pulling them out of the loops, letting it follow the same path as his shirt.

He’s been catching the way you’ve been admiring all day, so he indulges in your fantasy a little in the way he undresses himself for you. With every article that gets removed, he watches your eyes grow hungrier, your breathing heavier. You’re too occupied at the sight of his body, you don’t make any move to pull your dress off, but that’s okay. Joel wants to be the one to unwrap his dessert.

Joel removes his pants and boxers in one go, and you let out an involuntary gasp at the sight in front of you. He is fucking huge. His length isn’t overbearing, but it’s his fucking girth that’s throwing you in for a loop. Your anxiety starts to rise a little; you have never been with a man as well-endowed as Joel and no strap-on you’ve taken could ever resemble what you’re about to take right now.

You fell into your overthinking, not realizing that Joel has made his way over you. He grounds you with a kiss, stealing all your worries. He grazes his finger over your forehead, pushing a hair away. The action makes you melt. Oh, there goes the butterflies, again. He guides your head to angle down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, and back to your lips once more. He makes sure your eyes are on each other before he says, “We do not have to do anything more if you are not ready, sweet girl.”

He’s been pretty dominating all night, which you don’t mind at all, but this coming out of his mouth at the fire of your anxieties completely distinguishes them. You know you’re safe with him. Your eyes tear up and before you speak, you snake your hand to the back of his neck and yank him into you for another kiss. As he pulls away, a tear falls, but his thumb catches it.

“I trust you, Joel, I need you,” you say as you lean into the warmth of his hand, “Please.”

“Sit up for me real quick then, darlin’,” he says, sitting back on his haunches and pulling you up with him. His hands find the hem of your silky dress, and he slowly guides it up your thighs, up your torso, and you lift your arms off so he can guide it off completely. Now it’s his turn to admire. It’s as if his eyes don’t know where to look first: at your luscious thighs, your beautiful tummy, your full chest. “You’re so perfect,” he whispers, not meant for you to really hear, but it makes you flutter all the same.

“Lay down for me, baby,” he says as he continues admiring you. You lay back down again, reaching your arm up to drag the pillow below your head. You spread your legs, inviting him in, letting him know you’re ready. But what he does next absolutely surprises you. He grabs your leg at the ankle and lays kisses everywhere. Up your calf, the bend of your knee, all around your thigh in the areas he marked earlier. He reaches your mound and makes no move to dive in. Instead, he lays kisses in the area, even a kiss is placed directly on your clit. You moan at the feeling. He mirrors his actions on your other leg. Then, he bends forward and begins kissing your tummy. Kisses in the general vicinity of your belly button, your ribs, making his way up your sternum.

Granted, your body is buzzing in arousal right now, and you’re making a puddle in your sheets, but mentally, the way he is appreciating your body has you feeling utterly content.

Your hand finds its home again in his neck just as Joel reaches your breasts. He continues his journey and kisses all around, his tongue swirling around your nipples. Your back arches at this, and you feel him smile against you as his hands wrap around your ribs, his thumbs caressing underneath your boobs. His mouth makes its way to your neck.

His mouth transitions to longer, wetter kisses, leaving trails of spit on the valley of your breasts and on your neck. The cooling of his spit coaxes a whimper out of you, wanting more of him. Wanting to drink him. His mouth finally meets yours and it’s slow but desperate, your hips lifting to meet his at an attempt for any kind of relief. His tongue massages yours and you can feel the spit build up; you eagerly try and lap it up.

You pull him away for a moment, slightly bashful to ask, but you need it so bad. “C-can you…” your gaze slips from his. His hand on your rib comes up to rest on the lower part of your neck, his fingertips grazing your jaw but also softly guiding you to look at him again. His eyebrow quirks up at you. Go on, he’s telling you. “Can you, uh- I-” you completely fumble. “Words, trouble,” he smirks, the nickname eliciting a sense of comfort within you.

“Canyouspitinmymouth, please?” You rush out with your eyes clamped shut, scared of what his reaction would be. He doesn’t say a thing, waiting for you to come to your senses and open your eyes. As soon as you do, he’s on you again, kissing you like before you pulled away to ask your question. Except this time, his fingertips secure themselves on the hinge of your jaw and nudge you open. Your lips but a whisper apart, his spit falling into your mouth, as your tongues’ tips dance around one another.

The moans you let out for him are sounds he never wants to give up. He’ll let you drink him dry if this is what he hears in his last breaths.

He pulls away, a spit string connecting you both. You lean forward, attaching to his bottom lip for a moment more before you let yourself pull away, then you swallow.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” you breathily giggle. He smirks at your antics, leaning in for another kiss to distract you. He reaches for another pillow above your head, and as your kiss becomes more heated, you grind your hips up into him, giving him perfect timing to slot the pillow underneath your lower back.

You pull back, “Wha-” you start to question, but he’s quick to respond. He sits back up for a sec, “It’ll help,” he says, and he brings both your legs into a bent position, like frog legs, in a way. Your confusion immediately fades as you physically feel your pelvic floor open up. Oh.

“I thought you were a contractor, not a chiropractor?” you tease.

“Watch it,” he warns. “You know, I could just,” his fingers graze your glistening entrance, “force it in,” he slips a finger in, slowly. You gasp, teasing demeanor gone in an instant. “No preppin’ this tight little thing,” he pulls his finger completely out, you whine in response. “How ‘bout that?”

A barely audible please escapes your mouth, unsure of what it is you’re begging for, and you feel your pussy clench at his words.

His eyes darken, “Oh, she likes that idea, huh?” He’s leaning over you now, kissing your jaw and neck as he grabs himself by the base and lines his tip up to your warmth. “Maybe next time. Right now, trouble, I’m takin’ my damn time with you.”

He grabs himself by the base and guides himself to your entrance, his other hand at the side of your head. He lets his cock grind against your wet folds for a few moments, covering himself in your earlier climax, and then his tip catches at your entrance. You both let out a sharp gasp at the sensation, and he slowly starts pushing in.

“Oh, fuck,” you let out.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he whimpers, “so fuckin’ good, fuck.”

Your pussy clenches at his tone of desperation, and his one arm moves to situate underneath the curve of your back, accentuating it. He’s halfway in you and the painful yet pleasing stretch of your pussy has you closing your eyes at the sensation.

“Baby, eyes on me, need t’see you,” he says, reaching down to nip your bottom lip. Your eyes shoot open and your brows furrow, your pouty face doing nothing to ease his yearn of just pushing completely in you with no remorse.

Finally he bottoms out, both your hips flush with one another, and being completely engulfed in you like this, he can’t hold out any longer. “Look, doll,” he rasps. His hand beside you snakes underneath your head and he’s lifting it for you to look down. “It’s like you’re made f’me, huh?” He says as he begins to pull out of you until only the tip is in.

Your eyes are fixed on the sight below you. Your pussy absolutely stretched out, his dick completely covered in your juices. You don’t have the mental capacity to form anything coherent. Joel knows that, so giving you no time to acknowledge his filthy words, he pushes inside you again. This time much faster and much harder.

He continues that rough and fast pace for a while, kissing and biting everywhere his mouth can reach, relishing in the constant moans and whimpers spewing from your mouth.

“S-so big,” your voice quivers.

“But you’re takin’ it so well, sweet girl,” he replies, voice husky and strained. He sits up a little to stand on his knees, his pace faltering momentarily. His arm from your waist moves down to the underside of the bend on your knee. He pushes your leg higher, opens you up more. The angle makes you flutter around his cock, and he can’t help but speed up.

“Fuck,” he grits out, “not gonna last with that, sweetheart.”

His hand beside your head moves to rest at the base of your neck, his fingers splayed wide across you, giving him more leverage to rock in and out of you. You feel your body wanting to arch up into him, but the hold he has on you and the angle you’re in gives him complete control over you. The thought brings you higher, and you can’t help what spills from your mouth next.

“‘S okay, Joel, p-please,” you moan, “Use me, use my pussy, daddy.”

His hand trails a little higher and now he’s completely wrapped around your neck, his thrusts sloppy, but harder than you’ve ever felt before. “Say that again, sweetheart?” he rushes, hurtling towards his release.

You let both your hands come up to grab ahold of the hand wrapped around your throat. You pulse your grip, hinting at him to squeeze. He gets it, and within seconds, his fingers are right on your pulse points, applying pressure and giving you a yummy dizziness.

Your breath hitches and your voice picks up in pitch, “U-use me, daddy, I want your cum, please.” His other hand reaches for your clit. You gasp out. Immediately then, a lightbulb turns on in your mind, and a dazed smile forms across your face.

“Yeah, baby, that what you want?” he says as his ministrations on your clit picks up, his cock kissing that sweet spot inside of you, over and over again. “Wanna be pumped full of daddy’s cum?”

“Ay, dámelo, papi, dámelo.”

It’s as if you two were really standing on an edge of a cliff, and you pushed him off with just your words. He roars out an addictive moan, and his release coats your walls. The warmth flooding in you and the pulse of his cock mixed with his fingers still circling, and you’re getting pushed off the cliff with him. His fingers begin to slow, and he’s letting go of your throat. He leans back over you to meet your lips, and you take him in. Quite sloppily, though, you’re doing the best you can with the feeling of his hips still slowly rocking into you, the overstimulation milking both of you for all that you’re worth.

You both stay like that for a few minutes longer, basking in the softness of him on your lips, inside you.

But then immediately he pulls away — and pulls out. You both hiss at the feeling.

“Shit! Fuck, I’m sorry-” he starts blabbering, but you cut him off with a finger on his lips.

“Hey, hey, hey, breathe,” you say as you take a deep breath for him to mirror, “What’s going on?”

He takes a deep breath and repeats himself, calmer this time. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask where you wanted-” he gestures to his cum beautifully dripping from your entrance, “I know how risky that was- and we didn’t even use protection, I-” his panic starting to rise again.

You put your hand on his sternum and put a little pressure, figuring if your anxiety sits there, it’s worth a shot to see if that’s where his sits, too. It does. He looks down at your hand and back up at you, kind of shocked but not more than the situation at hand to question how you know that would help.

“A few things,” you say as you keep your hand on him. “One, I never stopped you, we both took the risks. Two, luckily enough for the both of us, I’m on the pill.” He smiles at that. “And three, even if I wasn’t on the pill” you continue, “I wouldn’t mind picking up a Plan B if it meant I got to feel you like that inside of me again…” your voice trails off and immediately he pulls your hand away from his front up to his mouth to press several kisses on your palm, bursting in lighthearted laughter, his anxiety fading away.

✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You and Joel laid in bed, tangled up in each other, for a little while longer, but he could sense the mess started to make you a little uncomfortable. He pulled both you and him off your bed, guiding you with his hands on your hips but ultimately letting you take the lead to your bathroom.

He guides you to your toilet and starts scouring your bathroom to find your washcloths. Once he does, he soaks it in warm water, and falls down to your level, so he can clean you. You reach out to grab the washcloth, thinking you’re gonna be the one doing it, but he’s quick to swat your hand away with a smile. He asks softly, “May I?”

Your eyes meet his, and all you can see is a genuine softness and a genuine yearn to take care of you. It makes you breathless. “Yeah,” you return his softness.

Being the pretty kinky and adventurous person that you were, aftercare always existed for you. Albeit, some of your past partners were more tender than others, but none of them treated you in a way that made you feel like you two were endgame. There’s something about Joel and the way he can be so soft, warm, and appreciative. He’s so experienced and considerate that you know he’s probably had his fair share of lovers in his past, but the way he treats you makes you feel like everything back then was solely leading him to this very moment. Like he spent years searching, and now that he’s found you, he needs to make sure what’s his is truly being taken care of in the way it deserves.

The thought and his actions should scare you, but they don’t.

There are people who spend years dating each other, still trying to figure out if they’re meant to be. There are married couples filing for divorce because they learned that they weren’t for each other after all.

There are others who get married after six months because they just know. Then, there’s you and Joel. Obviously you’re not going to marry him tomorrow but as you sit here, letting him care for you in such a way you’ve never felt before, you feel it. The rightness. The belonging. He’s gonna be in your life for a long, long time, and one of the most important people in your life at that. You don’t say any of this, though. You can’t. It’s too soon.

So, for now, you’ll just let your actions speak louder than words, and show him just how much you need him in your life.

“I’m cooking for us next time,” you say, pulling Joel from his own thoughts.

“Okay,” he says without a second thought. Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the exact same thing as you.

He feels it, too, and just like you, for now, he’ll let his actions speak louder than his words.

He reaches over and plops the washcloth into the sink, his eyes on you.

“Only if we christen the dining table before dinner.”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks go hot.

Yeah, you are absolutely fucked. And so is he.

I hope you guys enjoyed!🥹 As always, feedback, comments, reblogs, etc. is extremely appreciated! Thank you to every single one of you for welcoming me with open, loving arms. I'm giving all of you forehead smooches right now. I love you all. So much.

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bearlythere · 7 months ago

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will not shut up about how bluey's 30 min episode gave us so much more lore and references to the real world

the writes really made so much literal and euphemistic use of the word "sign" in this episode

in chronological order! and spoilers below!!

do let me know if I missed anything out!

FRISKY AND RAD'S WEDDING!!!! in the iconic heeler house!!

bandit's bully bucky dunstan being the real estate agent selling his house

English sheepdog buying the bluey house (emigration - would be nicer if they got english voice actors to voice them though)

the bluey house was actually for sale on an Australian real estate website! and as per the time of writing this post, it's been "withdrawn from sale" - the bluey digital marketing team AMAZES ME.

I wonder which city bandit got a new job in - don't know if they'll explore that in future seasons

bluey's friend the brown dog (I'm sorry I don't know his name) having 2 mums!

winton talking about his divorced parents and the terriers' saying their mom likes winton's dad!!!

jack and his army interest! him and rusty playing army!!

the sitting in a tree, kissing thing that kids do

Jeremy the gnome

bobo being the car's name

frisky's licence plate being fr15k

the first time kids sit in the front seat of the car

police officers pulling people on the road over LMAO

rad's profile picture being him goofing around with his 2 brothers

how realistic it is trying not to lose someone you're following on the road

the butterfly from slide!! 🦋 it has a name! flappy!

everyone being afraid of the butterfly except bingo because we know she loves insects!

chilli reminiscing how she and frisky used to go to the lookout to "think" when we all knew she meant drink LOL

frisky's 3rd friend appears!

BRANDY IS PREGNANT???

the canon in d rendition as bgm

the busker being the priest??

also they got mort and maynard to come attend the wedding too!!

frisky's father is a typical surfer dude lmao

we see trixie standing amongst the girls during the bouquet toss. and then we see stripe come in to intercept the toss. does this mean that stripe and trixie are not married yet and have just been cohabitating? stripe grabs the bouquet and celebrates, but we see trixie face palm... what does this mean??

love the photo montage and the huge family photo, how it shows that you can't get everybody to be ready for the photo

AFTERPARTY

GRANDPA BOB WENT TO INDIA TO FIND HIMSELF 😭 man needed spiritual rediscovery

the busker is the music dj too!!

uh oh... stripe and trixie are fighting... perhaps it was about the bouquet toss? and we see socks playing with the cake toppers - possibly mimicking her parents actions

awww Radley quit his job so that frisky could stay in a city she loved ❤️

they brought back the music from dance mode!

NANA AND BOB FLOSSING!!!

chattermax randomly appearing 😭

bingo getting stuck in the railing again

bingo being sad because she has to move and lila won't be able to follow. which is also the moment I realised they won't be moving in the end, because of the montage at the end of daddy drop-off episode where bingo and lila grow up together and be friends "forever and ever and ever"!

the 2 English sheepdogs pushing their fluff away from their eyes to see haha

THEM SEEING WINTON'S DAD'S HOUSE WITH A POOL WHICH IS FOR SALE BECAUSE THEYRE MOVING IN WITH THE TERRIERS AND THEIR MOTHER!! THEY ALL FIT IN ONE CAR!!!

seeing the iconic bluey house empty, with spots where furniture used to be somehow makes me feel a little empty and nostalgic

the montage of them saying goodbye to their old neighbours, bandit having one last chat with pat, the girls and chilli saying goodbye to judo and her mum

Judo still has short hair!

chilli reminiscing the kitchen because bluey took her first steps there

WHO SANG THAT SONG IN THE END PLEASE RELEASE IT LUDO STUDIOS

THE SHEEPDOGS WENT BACK ON THEIR DECISION TO BUY BLUEYS HOUSE TO BUY WINTON'S DAD HOUSE

you can tell how much chilli didn't want to move as she was the first one out of the car running over to hug him when she realised bandit didn't want to sell the house anymore. and the shoulder shakes shows that she was fully sobbing too

iconic kiwi rug! loved the simplicity of the last scene, where even if there's nothing around you, as long as you're together with the people you love, eating the simplest meal, enjoying the moment, that's family.

#bear watches #bluey #bluey cartoon #the sign

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not-normal-about-shigaraki · 1 year ago

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My Hero Academia Ultra Impact - Shigaraki Tomura Voice Collection (ENG Translation)

I decided to go insane so here's a recording of his voice lines in MHAUI + my translations~! ❤️

Warning - I know very little japanese, so it's mostly me spending way too much time in translation software lmaoo. So, please correct me or feel free to add some context here!!

Receiving Gift - I will leave you to it./I'm gonna mark it as token of love (?? Off to a bad start here. I keep hearing "love" here. Is this projection?? Lmao. It amounts to something like the second one, but my translator apps also keep hearing "I'm gonna leave love behind"... Which is also interesting in a way but uh... *Confusion*)

Home Screen 1 - Aah, I hate it… I'm gonna destroy everything that annoys me.

Home Screen 2 - Maa, let's do our best together, okay?

Home Screen (Morning) 1 - You're energetic this early in the morning… I'm still sleepy…

Home Screen (Morning) 2 - Why are you so noisy? I'm not ready yet.

Home Screen (Afternoon) 1 - I'm getting on a roll now… Let's crush the society today.

Home Screen (Afternoon) 2 - Alright… Let's have some tea.

Home Screen (Evening) 1 - I'm seriously motivated... I'm talking about a game. A game.

Home Screen (Evening) 2 - Looks like the world is having fun. They let their guard down/They're so careless.

Home Screen (Night) 1 - The day is coming to an end and the goofy smiling heroes are yet to be destroyed. It's still not enough.

Home Screen (Night) 2 - Villains hide/live in the darkness. I'm starting to see why.

Home Screen (Late Night) 1 - Finally, a response… Someone who can get to work. (I'm pretty sure he literally says "Someone who can move" loool)

Home Screen (Late Night) 2 - Kurogiri, Toga- Hah? Already asleep? Are you little kids? (Not sure if he says Toga here tbh)

Home Screen (Early Morning) 1 - I'm sleepy… Aaah, so sleepy…

Home Screen (Early Morning) 2 - I'm going to sleep now. If you disturb me, I'm gonna destroy you too. (Though my translator also said "Go to bed now or I'm gonna destroy you too". Which, I gotta mention because it was too cute.)

Home Screen (Gift Box) - Look at that. Too good to waste.

Home Screen (Event) - An event? Want to destroy it to kill some time?

Battle Start Dialogue - Izuku Midoriya - At this rate, I feel like something is missing… (??? I have genuinely no clue what he's saying here. That's why I got, dunno.)

Battle Start Dialogue - Dabi - This guy is as rude as ever. So annoying.

Battle Start Dialogue - Himiko Toga - Toga, over there.

Battle Start Dialogue - All For One - Sensei, is it fine if I destroy those guys?

WAVE Progress - I'm feeling a bit better now.

Team Defeated in Battle - Ah… This time it's game over.

Sub-Character Entering Battle - Alright. Continue. (Context - as in, clicking "continue" in a game pause menu lol)

Level Up - Something's changed? I don't feel it.

Awaken - Plus... What is it again? (making fun of the phrase “Plus Ultra!” ~ thank you arakn0 !!)

Ability Board Completion - My brain is spinning round and round…

Maintenance - Why are you here? Go home.

Recruit Obtained - [Perdition] Tomura Shigaraki - Paranormal Liberation Front… Well, a name is just a decoration… Do as you like.

6-Month Anniversary Celebration Announcement - Nice. It's called a half-anniversary.

1st Anniversary Celebration Announcement - 1st anniversary… So, what shall we destroy first?

2nd Anniversary Celebration Announcement - It's been 2 years already… It's going well.

#shigaraki tomura #bnha shigaraki #mha shigaraki #my hero academia #mha #league of villains #my hero ultra impact #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #paranormal liberation front

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lets-all-calm-down-a-bit · 3 months ago

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I LOVE UR RAMBLES! PLEASE GIVE US MORE (I WANNA KNOW ABOUT THEIR TOTALLY NOT DOMESTIC DOMESTIC ROUTINES + WHAT JOKES THEY MAKE WHEN PEOPLE SEE THEM LEAVE/ARRIVE TOGETHER)!!!! I LOVE IT PLEASE KEEP WRITING AHHHH

IM GLAD SOMEONE IS GETTING A KICK OUT OF IT DFGKLJNFGBJK

i have a massive headache right now and im coming down with a cold so im not sure how much of this will be coherent, but let me try to jabber some more about those idiots-

so for the sappy stuff (because its getting late and im in the mindset): wilson gives house massages. yeah, for the leg- but also just in general. hes a touchy person with significant others, and house is fucking needy and always in pain. so- what that results in is any time theyre within 4 feet of eachother (alone) wilson ends up scooting over to rub his back, or his head, or his shoulders. just something the releve the constant pressure and stiffness house has in his bones. its symbiotic, really. house is in pain, and wilson likes to feel needed. house is needy, and wilson likes to be physically close to people he loves.

we already know wilson makes theem breakfast, cause its canon. but they don't really eat breakfast together other than on the weekends. wilson makes breakfast when he gets up, which is long before house has even dragged his ass out of bed. then he eats, gets ready to go, leaves the leftovers in a tupperware in the fridge and wakes up house to say good morning before heading to work. house usually goes back to sleep after the good morning wake up, gets in another hour or two, then finally rolls out of bed and right to work, grabbing his tupperware on the way out. he really doesn't have much of a morning. once hes up, there's no sitting around. he eats his breakfast when he finally gets to work (hours late) intentionally making all of his fellows jealous. kutner has tried and failed many times to taste wilson's infamous cooking. wilson actually make him something when he found out- but house ended up eating that too. not because he was hungry- just out of spite lmao. house ate it in front of him waving the sticky note with his name on it. rip kutner

on the weekends they do eat together- if they aren't going out to eat. wilson's a morning person, but he can get behind a lazy morning in bed if its something soft and domestic he can look at through storybook lenses. so they usually sleep in on weekends unless wilson has plans. if wilson has plans than the routine is fairly similar to that of the work week, plus a lot more complaining and whining to come back to bed from house.

nothing changes really at work. most of the change is within small routines in private. they always left work with each other, even before they were together. and no matter how much he loves wilson- house is not about to start getting up early to come to work with him. so the arrival/departure is pretty much the same.

when people do make comments about them though, which is bound to happen since it literally happens in canon, house cracks up. wilson gets self conscious and deflects and tries to escape the conversation, but house takes it as an opportunity to test people's patience.

"Oh, me and my pookie-wookie sugar pie were just on our way downstairs to peek at Cuddy's cleavage. You can join if you want- but we didn't bring protection if that's what you're hoping this will turn into."

"G- HOUSE. HE WAS JUST ASKING TO SHARE THE ELEVATOR!!1!!!"

"Yeah well it gets stuffy with three or more people- and that successfully scared him off. You're welcome."

house has probably kissed wilson dramatically in front of his fellows for the bit at some point. it was not a good kiss lmao- it was all for shock value and wilson was probably wide eyed and taken aback for the duration of it. wilson gave him the silent treatment and didn't pay for his lunch after that one.

"Do NOT use me as a prop for one of your pranks ever again, House. It's not funny."

"Oh please, this isn't the first time I've done that. It's just the first time the joke has involved lip on lip contact"

"Please never say "lip on lip contact" ever again. I think my headache is back..."

#colby rambles #house md #hilson #hate crimes md #cloby’s headcannons

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mono-blogs-art · 9 months ago

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incredible chaser game w moments (part 2) up to & incl. episode 4

the most homophobic breakup you've ever seen. just, unholy behavior. on fucking god itsuki i know you had good intentions but you're the worst for doing it like that !!!!!!!!! at least let her down easy !!!!! if i was 22 and my gf of 4 years did that to me i'd fucking go insane as well

the elevator stopped working ➡️ you are trapped in with the person you hate ➡️ you are forced to sit it out and face your fears together, ultimately bringing you closer both emotionally & physically. i love this trope and i didn't know i needed it here, but it was great. step 1 to the meowmeow-ification of fuyu complete

my prediction of itsuki running into & taking care of little tsuki and the two of them then being found by fuyu, resulting in an awkward and heartbreaking scene, came true exactly like that. i think this scene was genuinely so well done and well acted, it broke my heart. i think this was the scene that really got me to say Damn, I'm invested in this now...

^ I'm still waiting for Itsuki to bring up the similar names in conversation though. like you need to talk about that

"ohhh harumoto-san, so you're part of that team?" - itsuki (sweating in closeted lesbian): "huh? what? n-no, of course not- I'm--" - "Don't worry, it's all good, we're all into BL too!!!" ➡️falsely coming out as a yaoi fangirl to your coworkers to avoid having to talk about your own sexuality. LMAO

^ this scene only being a setup so fuyu can be homophobic on main is what makes it even funnier

why. in every gods name. would you go to your boss' home address. why on earth would you do that. at least itsuki was self-aware about it too. girl you are SO unwell

every time fuyu has kissed itsuki of her own initiative, it has been when she was drunk... can we remedy that for future episodes, please? not that consent has been an issue, their mutual feelings are obvious, but i think she should be making a move when she doesn't have any liquid courage in her. step up your fucking game, fuyu

"she's a classic tsundere, after all" - fuyu, who has been severly harassing her subordinates at work (again, there seems to be no HR department at this company) being written off as a "tsundere" by the rest of the team - I mean, you're not wrong, but you should still file a complaint against her.

fuyu's husband Kouu is the nicest man on earth. my man doesn't deserve ANY of this. he even calls her dongyu. he even calls his wife by her real fucking name like the bar is so low

fuyu treats him so badly too, man, i genuinely felt bad watching it. were the 5 years of marriage all like this? was he always just a means to you getting your revenge? i'm sick. i hope they can make up by the end of the show and have a real conversation about their feelings and relationship.

that aside, i do have some theories on kouu, his disappearance, and his own feelings as well, but i'm keeping that to myself atm...

fuyu & itsuki keep having insanely homoerotic moments in front of god and everyone on earth, I'm starting to believe the only person with a gaydar in this company is the photographer from the other office. the fact that you two haven't been found out yet is honestly a massive plot hole (lmao)

has itsuki eaten anything else but sweets (cake, in particular?) on screen yet? apart from the homemade meal at the hayashi's, whenever there's a scene of her alone or with her grandma, she's always eating cake. i wonder if it will come up at some point, but it's just something i noticed. no shade though girl i'm also (almost) 27 and if you wanna eat cake for dinner alone at home I'm your nr1 supporter

i'm never a fan of the trope of a bilingual character breaking out into their native tongue for swearing or just randomly, but it is fun that only fuyu does it and that all the other chinese characters just don't speak mandarin at all. and i'm happy they actually cast a bilingual actress for fuyu!

episode 4 was the mid-series finale, and it definitely showed. this was the best episode so far by a pretty significant margin imo.

the. silent pleading fuyu puts on to make itsuki stay at the hayashi house. the most fucking 🥺*twirling my hair cutely* AND IT WORKS TOO BECAUSE ITSUKI IS JUST AS INSANE AS YOU ARE

i would like to talk about the best scene of this show yet. i really wished it was longer and was given even more weight. in episode 4, fuyu & itsuki are sitting in the living room together at night, so far apart that they're completely out of each other's camera shots even. i found this to be the most interesting scene so far. there was genuine tension in the shot composition, the acting, the complete absence of music. just silence and their voices. "after all, it was all my fault, wasn't it? that we ended up like this?" fuyu still deep down believes that she was the reason their relationship failed. she wasn't enough, because she's fuyu, because she's a woman. she still thinks that. my heart fucking broke in two

their fight after fuyu came back home drunk was so funny. especially with their height difference... hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

after finally learning the truth about their break-up, fuyu is absolutely devastated. "you valued your promise to my mother more than the one you made to me?" just completely broken. after all this time sitting with these unresolved emotions, feelings of guilt and deep shame, only for that to be the reason? I feel so bad for her

the mutual love confession!!!!! i'm honestly a bit surprised it came so early, i thought they were just going to sleep together and not talk emotions first. but i'm not gonna complain (i just love mess) i'm also devastated that itsuki used suki while fuyu used the word aishiteru. my friends it's so bad for me right now (and them)

did. they. fuck. on. the. floor. in. the. living room.

i hope so because 1) hot and 2) although i'm still unsure as to the exact room situation of the hayashi household, don't they all have one shared bedroom??? isn't the bedroom that they're in after they've had sex (hopefully in the living room) the same one we've previously seen, where the kid also sleeps????? WHERE WAS THE KID ITSUKI. WHERE. WAS. THE. KID. WE KNOW SHE'S WITH YOU BECAUSE THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON YOU STARTED FIGHTING!!!!!

if you had sex while your kid was sleeping soundly in the same room i'm sending both of you to superhell. i'm praying you guys just have a totally identical bed in another room. please.

if it wasn't the same bed we've previously seen from tsuki's room, that means you guys fucked in the marriage bed, which is only slightly less gonna get you sent to superhell.

in any case, happy lesbian sex to them. i know neither of you have known the touch of a woman in the past 5 years so it was probably intense. drink a lot of water in episode 5, alright? jesus.

it was also quite funny that the scriptwriter for the show tweeted out a few hours before this episode aired that "itsuki has always taken the leader position in their relationship" and that "you should watch episode 4 with this in mind" and we were all like. oh so you're telling me that fuyu is a bottom? you're telling me water is wet? fork found in kitchen??????

their lil afterglow convo in bed was just perfectly sweet. 1 point to fuyu, now presumably much more sobered up, for having the courage to ask if itsuki's gonna stay the night after all. girl you don't have to ask. i think she's ready for another 12 rounds. she's not going anywhere.

the line delivery of the "alright" (i'm gonna stay) oh my god. oh my god... oh. oh.

the meowmeow-ification babygirl-ification of fuyu is now complete

in the preview for ep5, fuyu is wearing a mixture of white and black clothes. girl... it was that good, huh?????

in conclusion:

i had a lot of thoughts on this one and i've found great joy in going deep into the twt tags for it as well. and i'm glad to see many japanese sapphics also being super vocal about the show. it's really interesting to read and interact with that side of the fandom i haven't really seen in this capacity for a (lesbian) live action show yet. i see people slowing down & brightening up footage to analyse who's taking each other's clothes off first, people just posting close-ups of Yuuka's hands, people going into Yurika's past filmography to dig up ancient clips of other sapphic roles she's played (of which there seem to be actually quite a lot?). i love to see it lmao. on a more serious note, it makes me happy to see sapphics from so far away expressing themselves similarily to myself or my other lesbian friends. it's cute!! as for cgw, part b of the series is gonna be intense, and i'm especially curious to see how they're gonna do the inevitable breakdown of fuyu again. my girl is so deep in the trenches, her temporary being on cloud 9 right now is gonna be short-lived and i want to see it happen. i hope she can really stand up for herself and make things right after all!

#mono-loguing #chaser game w #long post #text #rambling #sorry this got so long. i just wanted to type some thoughts out. really curious to see what happens next week

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ihopesocomic · 10 months ago

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OK ANON GET READY FOR A DEEP DIVE ON VICIOUS

I won't go into Vicious begging for her child's life & being denied food while pregnant since RJ already pointed it out, but seconding that in case it was missed again How about Jasper putting blame on Vicious for...everything? How in expression and in poses Vicious is clearly trying to please Jasper, vs her powerful & mighty attitude with everyone else - even her own sisters? How when she races to defend Jasper, he just silently watches with a SMIRK as he sees Vicious really is ready to blind her own child to defend him? And my favorite examples in 'No Contact'; when Jasper returns, he starts by making himself the victim and crying "OUR daughter is a traitor, Vicious" (singling out Vicious in front of Careful) but as soon as Vicious takes Jasper's side, as soon as Jasper KNOWS she's on his side, he immediately starts saying "YOUR daughter" "YOUR sister" (as if Vicious had any control over Clever), pinning the blame of Hopeful's "revolt" solely on Vicious's shoulders. Let's also not forget Vicious sees her cubs as an extension of herself, rather than individuals. The chilling interaction at the end, too; Vicious is holding back tears and anger, but as soon as Jasper asks about Adamant and stands over her, her expression changes to pure fear. Fear that we only ever see on her face with Jasper. (also Jasper getting frustrated with her not knowing where Adamant is "How could you not...?) Then Vicious, who had previously been shouting at her daughter w enough anger to slip that she basically wishes she'd let Hopeful die, is once again low to the ground, ears pinned back, immediately trying to appease him "Then we'll go get you something to eat. How does that sound?" n just to bring praise in the dub, the shakiness in Vicious's voice on these lines destroy me every time SHOUT OUT TO MAUREEN

(Also this is a more minor detail but I did notice Vicious calls Jasper "my dear", while Jasper never refers to her as any sort of affectionate name lmao)

So, I'm gonna be real and say Ani didn't have to write out a very helpful, in-depth deep dive on Vicious but because we don't believe in suppressing this kind of analysis at IHS Inc. and because I'm still suffering from second degree embarrassment from that 'on a scale of 1-10, how mentally abused is Vicious?' ask we got one time: here it is. Thank you sm for your service, Ani. <33 - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff #vicious #golden grove #rj answers

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isadollie · 4 months ago

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Heya! I’d be curious to get a matchup? If you’ve got time! Many thanks in advance! 💜

Fandom: Obey Me

Name: Walker

Pronouns: he/they

Sexuality/preference: demisexual, boy please

Likes: coffee, cats, Halloween, metal music, documentaries, scary movies, cryptids

Dislikes: crowded places, early mornings, sour foods/drinks, loud noises (except music)

Free time: video games, baking, drawing, working out, journaling

Aesthetic: dreamcore/liminalcore and Halloweencore are my favorites! (Warning: if you look them up, liminalcore and dreamcore can make people with dissociative issues feel weird, so be careful if that’s something you deal with!)

Appearance: averagely built trans guy, sorta messy brown hair, green eyes, the sun is not my friend (ie: pale!), a few black-ink tattoos on my arms/chest, small ear gauges, glasses

Personality: Quiet and maybe a little shy at first, but chill and easygoing once I’m used to someone. Kind of protective ‘older brother’ vibes, very responsible but not overbearing - I am there for support but won’t be pushy about it. I laugh easily and love jokes/puns, can be very playful once super comfortable with someone. Love casual touch but unlikely to initiate it, not a fan of clinging, but happy to be used as a pillow.

MBTI: INFJ

Dream bday present: probably some mix of practical and fun. Something I need at the time (small appliance, clothing, whatever I’m needing to more efficiently exist) along with something ultimately useless but enjoyable (cryptid stuff, plushies, stickers, etc)

Love Language: I show love by gift giving and acts of service. I like receiving acts of service and words of affirmation.

Zodiac: Libra!

Songs: “Be Gay, Do Drugs, Hail Satan” by Super Cassette || “Antipop” by gürl/Onlyfriend || “Barbie & Ken” by Scene Queen/Set It Off || “Father” by The Front Bottoms

Again, thank you so much! Have a wonderful day!

— matchup —

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also, a quick reminder that requests for headcannons and/or scenarios are open!! please go check it out!!

i match you with...

Mammon!

★ i have a feeling that Mammon would be the absolute king of halloween. he'd love to scare people, dress up, go trick or treating (even though beel would end up eating all the candy anyway)

★ oh he'd love your tattoos, 100%. would love to look at them, ask their meanings and details, trace them with his fingers

★ Mammon is super scared of all kinds of horror movies (which is funny cause he's a literal demon), but he will act like he's not. "The Great Mammon scared of some movie? Don't make me laugh!" but then he'll cover his eyes throughout the whole movie. will still agree whenever you ask him to watch it with you lol

★ your love language is gift giving? say no more. he's into that lmao

we all know him as an avatar of greed, who only ever wants to sell whatever will bring the most money. he could sell literally anything, but not a present you gave to him. he cherishes those way too much

★ he'd love to watch you getting more comfortable with him, especially if he sees that you get along with him better than with his brothers. such an ego boost lol

★ will laugh at all your jokes, sending a glare to anyone who, in his opinion, isn't showing enough interest. will definitely complain about them later. Levi only smiled instead of laughing out loud? "When i tell you, this man has NO sense of humor-"

★ he loves to see you being an "older brother" who's protective towards others. mostly because he think he's like this too.. or at least he also wants to be seen this way. my man just wants his demon brothers to appreciate him for once:(

★ one of the reasons why i chose Mams for you, is because of your dream bday present! i imagine he'll make a list of things that he knows you might need, and another list of things you two could do together. so in the end, your birthday becomes a whole day of receiving different things you needed, with doing a lot of fun things in between

your second match was levi btw! hope you like it:)

#obey me matchup #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me #obey me mammon #om! nightbringer #om! shall we date #matchup obey me #matchups #om mammon

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ritz-writes · 2 years ago

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So... when I said that everything was the same in spotlight au... that includes Macaque making a deal with LBD. cuz who am I if I don't have some kind of angst hehe. Though, there are a few differences. The main one being that, when Spider Queen tries to take over the city, LBD keeps herself hidden from Wukong. This also means that he doesn't leave during season 2. At least, not at first.

This is another drabble that got way to long hhhh

Words: 1128

(Everything said in this post happens about a week after the attempted city takeover.)

By this point, Macaque's friends know Wukong is the ex and still don't rlly like him, but they can see he's trying, so they r giving him a chance. But, like I said, they have their ups and downs. At one point, they have a fight. I haven't worked out what the fight is about, but they both say things they regret later and Macaque storms off to the theater, his one place of solace (he and a few other long term actors have the codes to get in and are allowed to whenever they want). A few of his cast mates were there going over lines and immediately rush to comfort him, letting him vent out his frustrations.

Here's where the angst comes in >:))

It was well into the middle of the night when the lights flicker out, a man stepping out of the shadows, purring about how "easy it was to find the lady's little play thing."

Macaque immediately backs away in terror, knowing full well what the man was there for. Or rather, who.

(Theres like 6 people there including macaque, but i dont have any names, so I'm just gonna use letters to address them lmao)

"Uhm, excuse me sir?" A said nervously. "You can't be in here, you need to leave."

The man chuckled, ignoring them completely, his eyes zeroed in on Macaque alone. "You know, if you were trying to hide, you did quite a poor job of it."

B and C move forward, the others converging to stand in front of Macaque. "Hey, back off, man." C snapped. "You need to leave. Now."

The man raised an eyebrow, then smirked. He rushed forward and in the blink of an eye, had B and C by the throat in either hand, raising them off the floor.

Macaque pushed passed the other 3, eyes wide. "Stop!! Stop, let them go, please! I-I'll go with you, okay?"

D grabbed Macaque's arm. "Mac, are you crazy?"

Macaque ripped out of the hold, moving closer. "Let them go and I'll follow you without a fight. I'll do whatever she says, just... don't hurt them, please. " His voice was shaky, as were his hands. He thought he'd gotten away from Her years ago, thought he was free despite the feeling of chains in his dreams.

He now realized just how foolish a thought that was.

The man's grin widened. He threw B and C forward, the duo crashing to the others with a yelp. Macaque moved to help, but was stopped by and hand gripping the back of his neck, sending shivers by his spine.

"And the lamp?" The man hissed in his ear, smile ever present.

Macaque was near hyperventilating. He didn't want to do this. Gods, he did not want to see her again, but he had no choice. He had to keep his friends safe.

Shit, why did he have to go and get attached again?

E stood up, seeming just as scared as Macaque. "L-Let him go!"

The grip on his neck tightened. "The lamp, Macaque."

Macaque shut his eyes, tail curling around his leg. "I-It's at my house."

"Good. Take us there. We don't want to keep the lady waiting, now do we?"

Macaque bit his lip and summoned a portal under them. He opened his eyes long enough to see the terrified expression of his friends, B and D rushing forward, arms outstretched toward him.

He couldn't let them get hurt. He could probably--maybe--fight the man off, but he couldn't risk LBD using his friends against him.

Macaque reached into his pocket and, right before he dropped into the portal, threw his phone towards the group, praying to any god listening that they'd know who to call.

And that he'd be willing to help.

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Wukong was surprised to see Macaque calling him. Normally they went days without talking after a fight. He honestly didn't want to answer at first, but he knew that'd probably just make things worse.

So, with a heavy sigh, he swiped answer. Before he could even speak, though, the sound of loud sobbing filled his ears, the noise coming from the background. He sat up from his couch, fur bristled. "Macaque? What's going on, who's crying?"

Someone took a deep breath, then spoke. Someone who definitely wasn't Macaque. "Sun Wukong?"

Wukong growled. "Who the hell is this. Where's Macaque."

"This is B. I'm a friend of his. He... shit this dude just came in and took him!"

Wukong jumped off the couch and ran out the door, summoning his cloud and taking off toward the city. "Took him? What do you mean? Who was it?"

"It was this weird dude in a suit, he came out of nowhere. I think Mac knew him or something. The dude said something about a-a lamp? I don't know, but he threw his phone before they left. I'm assuming he wanted us to call you."

Wukong swore under his breath, urging his nimbus to go faster. "Do you know where they went? Did the man say anything else?"

"Mac said the lamp was at his house, so he took them there. Uhm, the guy said something about a lady?"

Wukong felt cold. "A lady?" He repeated quietly.

"Y-Yeah. I think Macaque knew who he was talking about? He said 'she' at one point. I-I'm sorry, it's kind of a blur, everything happ—"

"Are you sure?" Wukong repeated, voice strained. He had to be wrong, please, he had to be wrong. "He said 'she'? Do you remember what Macaque said exactly?"

B took a shaky breath. "He said 'I'll do whatever she says.' He was trying to get him to not hurt us."

No.

Gods, he was such an idiot. How did he not see it before. People don't just come back from the dead on their own. Someone brought Macaque back, someone with a purpose. Someone who was supposed to be dead themselves.

A low growl made its way past his throat.

B spoke again. "You know what's going on, don't you?" It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," he answered. "What's his address?"

B hesitated, but only for a second. "It's ______"

"Alright. Thanks for calling me. I'll handle this."

"I'll keep his phone on me. Keep me updated."

"Sure."

"I mean it," B snapped. "You better keep me updated. I want to make sure Macaque is okay. I don't trust you, but he obviously still does. Don't let him down again. Please."

By the time Wukong made it to Macaque's house, there was no one there, the magical presence of the lamp faded.

The next day, Monkey King went on 'vacation.' He didn't tell B about it.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk au #lmk spotlight au #spotlight au #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #lmk mayor #lmk lbd #lmk sun wukong #lmk six eared macaque #shadowpeach #fanfiction #technically lmao #this became WAY too long that my b #btw these 5 cast memebers will prob have names at some point #i have ideas for B and E already

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knackfandomarchive · 8 months ago

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could i ask for some lucas headcanons bc all of the ones you've posted so far are really cute lmao (he is my son)

Oh Bestie, you sweet-talker, you!

Umm... I'm so sorry; I had already talked about most of these before; I don't have much and only have like 15k words of prose across all my documents. I'm bringing these ideas up again mainly for context and in case some readers haven't seen them yet. This is sort of like an overview for the first segment of my story, and also some brief character analyses of certain scenes. I'm also not sure what would spoil my story or not.

I forgot how English works (and it's my only language).

Also this is depressing AF... I tried to put all the doom and gloom into this first part, so if anyone reading this wants to skip to the part that says, "I avoid giving Lucas any diagnosis..." then be my guest. It's. Half the post, tho.

And I'll post the art separately tomorrow, so people won't have to read the depressing stuff to see it.

With that, I can shakily point to a few foundational scenes I over-analyzed. Especially this one:

Where to start...

As we may recall in the first game, the Doctor complains to Ryder that it was easier to take care of Lucas when he was younger, and, "now he wants to know How and Why and debate everything. It's really quite trying at times."

This just sounds like puberty to me. Dad agreed; the Doctor probably received Lucas at a young, easy-to-please age and got used to that lifestyle. But as Lucas grew older, taking more independence, and forming his own opinions - normal development stuff - this resulted in conflict - the form of which I'm still unsure of.

So, I have Lucas lose his mom around eight years old. It's that vulnerable spot where he's old enough to remember her well, and young enough that he has little in the way of coping mechanisms. And while puberty is right around the corner, it gives the Doctor some time to know him before then.

Another thing to add, my Dad mentioned something Lucas said while reaching for his locket:

We're taking a literal approach to this. Not only is this device the last thing he has left of his mother, it's also the only thing he has left of his old life; all of his belongings had been destroyed or lost. We discussed possible causes, and I prefer something horrible and yet mundane. Not super newsworthy outside of his hometown. A fire, maybe?

Lucas needed a new home. And his father was never mentioned, which could mean anything (I haven't gotten around to that). In any case, they were not in the picture by this time. Next of kin would be Ryder or other family members.

We can recall Ryder in a later scene asking if Lucas wonders why the Doctor takes care of him, rather than Ryder doing so. Ryder explains his own unavailability as being very busy. I take this to mean two-fold: he was the only alternative when it came to raising Lucas, and it wasn't due to his capability to parent. So, if Lucas had other blood relatives, they never stepped up. Naturally, this results in Lucas feeling unwanted.

So many characters I need to get right... Lucas lost his mom, and Ryder lost his sister. Ryder may have thought himself and his life situation too unstable. Like he couldn't afford the responsibility on top of the grief and whatever else he had going on. Lucas stays with him for only as long as it takes to arrange a plan with the Doctor. I think Ryder might have some mental troubles of his own that would make raising a child difficult. But the Doctor isn't much better on that front.

Doctor Vargas seems to have had a lingering emotional wound since Charlotte disappeared, and based on vibes was likely a lonely, somewhat reserved man. But his living situation is the most stable, and he has kept it together for so long. And if he ever imagined having children, this would fill that need. So the arrangement - as my Dad suggested, and as I will have Ryder suggest - is a two birds, one stone kind of deal. The hope is that Doc and Lucas would help each other get better, and not worse.

Lucas is taken to the Doctor's Mansion, where Ryder will say goodbye. I have Ryder keep a stoic demeanor; he's trying to stay strong for Lucas. Even holding his breath to keep it from shuddering when they hug. But Lucas really could have benefitted from a more vulnerable moment with him, instead. Ryder is the one who gives Lucas the locket as a parting gift. Lucas begs him not to go, but Ryder can only say he's sorry.

I don't know the boy's educational situation exactly, but after that, his grades drop, he becomes more withdrawn, and his friends, if he has any, don't know how to help him. What are the chances they're mainly fair-weather friends, who go play with someone else when Lucas starts being a bummer? At least I haven't invented bullies to harass him on top of this. Actually, there's a chance that Lucas would be the bully, but I haven't decided.

Have I mentioned Lucas crying at night? He can just about gloomily keep it together during the day, but at night, when he's alone with his thoughts, he falls apart, and his crying soon wakes up the Doctor. Losing his mother and then feeling abandoned by his uncle and other relatives, it's a major blow to the self-esteem. And when his whole world is turned upside down in one fell swoop, it leaves him with a peculiar feeling.

Here is where I point out the next aspect:

Right here, this could have been the end of Lucas. And the Doctor can only watch him go. If I look at it from a more thematic view, Lucas's loss is so devastating to him that he'll clutch the memory of his mother and what he had before she died, at the expense of living himself.

So we have a semi-suicidal eight-year-old living with an older scientist and anyone else who lives in the same building. Scientists and their families from all over the world! I still don't know how the Doctor is going to take care of him. Lucas when he's older is grateful to the Doctor for taking him in, but doesn't seem to me to think of him as a father figure (but perhaps I just forgot something). And my grasp on the Doctor's character is extremely flimsy, despite him virtually being the protagonist of the first game.

I'm not sure how familiar Lucas is with Doctor Vargas. The boy's mom was a colleague, and Ryder trusts the Doctor a great deal, so at least they're not strangers. But Little Lucas might not have paid much attention to the Doctor. Maybe they played peek-a-boo a time or two. I can imagine a dark-haired toddler running under tables at company picnics or something. Doc might have showed him a couple neat gadgets or gifted him some. I dunno yet. What could be the KNACK-equivalent of a Game Boy?

During Lucas's crying spells, I kind of have the Doctor treat him like he's physically sick. Hold him while he cries, put a hand on his shoulder while he throws up, that sort of thing. Uhh, soup - in a big ol' thermos. Gotta stay hydrated and replenish those electrolytes.

Lucas crying and the Doctor consoling him is a regular occurrence for maybe a week or two, and the Doctor can't hide his exhaustion well. Still working out the details, but essentially Lucas doesn't really stop crying after that, he's just quieter about it and lies about it and Doctor Vargas doesn't press the issue. But the Doctor does worry. Lucas seems exhausted all the time, and when he's not hunched over and listless, or politely playing along with whatever to satisfy the grown-ups, he's throwing tantrums about the pointlessness of homework and anything else he doesn't want to do. I made that up. Sometimes he does still find joy in some things, and while it's temporary, it gives Doctor Vargas some hope.

The Doctor's thoughts, as they often do, turn to Charlotte, and how he felt after losing her. And what happened on that fateful day.

Lucas has a well-known love of puzzles. Because I want him to. And especially puzzles in video games. And what is science but a series of puzzles?

Before his mother's passing, I imagine Lucas enjoyed school and gained some reputation among his peers for being a nerdy kid and very smart. Naturally this would result in some peers getting close to him to improve their academic metrics or because they have similar interests. Maybe he has an interest in - the foundational stuff a seven-to-eight-year-old learns about - physics. I imagine he found his mommy's work very interesting and would ask her a lot of questions, sometimes rehashing the same ideas again and again (as my sibling did when they were little).

After she's gone, he still loves puzzles, but much like anything else, the experience of playing with them is tinged with regret. At the Doctor's place, I'm sure there are some other children and young folk living there, too, but I don't know how Lucas feels about them. I have to make so many characters...

I think Lucas would piece together some jigsaw puzzles in the lounge areas. And also slurp up much of the hot cocoa during winter time, but I digress.

Hmm. I need him to accumulate a small collection of toys, but I'm not sure yet who gives them to him and when. If he receives them all too soon and from strangers (scientists who find him endearing), he might feel sour about being pitied. At the same time, if he had a lot of toys before the fire, he'll sure miss their absence. Anyway, some things like: a small chess set, from which he'll lose some pieces, sidewalk chalk, a new gaming device with Tetris and a few other games on it, jump rope, a skateboard (actually a longboard), a Rubik's Cube, and some plushies. I want him to get the device and a plushy or two fairly quickly.

He mainly plays with the gaming device, and while it fills time and is entertaining, it does not fill the void. Still, the Doctor taps his shoulder one day.

"So. I heard you like puzzles?" Said more like a statement than a question.

Lucas doesn't fully understand the situation at first, on the order of a few hours or a day or so, when the Doctor shows him the orb. Doc tries to have a heart-to-heart moment with Lucas, but what the Doctor *says* reads like Chekhov's plasma cannon and I don't have the 'payoff' for that lined up, so I might change it.

But once it clicks for Lucas, it's like a switch is flipped. He smiles more and starts getting genuinely excited about things again. It helps that I had a pipe-dream of making Knack's puzzle a mini-game, so Lucas finds it fun. I'll want to add more to it, probably, depending on how I interpret Knack. I also have a headcanon that Knack's orb resembles a plasma globe in some tactile characteristic; Lucas likes to touch or hold it at every opportunity because it vaguely feels like something is going on in there. It's just so cool! The Doctor may or may not appreciate the novelty.

So it's like, Knack provides Lucas an opportunity to climb to his feet again. More indirectly than the screenshot, though.

I apparently got someone's game-play video confused for a trailer, and misinterpreted the YouTuber's voice as Lucas's voice, so one version of this post mentioned Knack having an incidental role of 'guardian' to Lucas. I still might want to play with that, though.

Anyway, if you're curious as to why Lucas finds the orb so much more satisfying than other puzzles, it's because of the angst. I had initially intended for Lucas to work on the project as something to distract him, much like any other puzzle, give him something to look forward to, and help him bond with Doctor Vargas. The Doctor himself hopes it can help the both of them move on from their losses, and hopes it can help him teach Lucas a thing or two.

But, somehow surprising even to me, Lucas seems to have taken it upon himself to solve this particular puzzle as a measure of value. If he can play a big part in solving it, and contribute to a grown-up scientific achievement, then he's worth all the trouble, right? Then he'll actually amount to something and be worth loving.

... I'm not sure what to say next except that I want to bonk him on the head with a paper towel roll and tell him he's being silly. And then give him a big hug.

At least he lets himself be happy again. In fact, his educational situation might flip from being too aloof to being too distracted. Doodling odd symbols in the margins of his homework and tapping his feet when he should be studying.

He still cries at night sometimes, though. Umm... trying to rack my brain here...

I avoid giving Lucas any diagnosis. Is this a bad idea? Would it be preferred I name his issues, and do research on them?

I kinda just make stuff up.

Okay, switching gears now. This part is more scattered because I don't know how to string the ideas together.

I think I mentioned the Doctor taking Lucas to places like museums and carnivals and aquariums.

Lucas might be prone to jealousy, at least when he is young, and becomes slightly possessive over the orb. This doesn't come up much beyond pressing his lips together, avoiding eye contact, and nursing a bitter feeling when the Doctor improves some experimental hardware without Lucas's prior knowledge. Lucas wonders if the Doctor had continued solving parts without him. Not sure if I should drop it.

Lucas is about ten years old by the time Knack is Manifested. I picked ten years old just 'cause that's about two years of working on the puzzle, enough time to build that machine. I don't want it to take too long or short because the puzzle I'm going with currently makes the Doctor look a bit stupid.

I have Lucas as twelve years old when the first game starts, because that's about middle-school age where the puberty does the things. And about 16 or so in the sequel, trying to balance the moved-out thing with the uncharacteristically immature behavior.

Also because Ava seems about 16 and Dad said that number makes sense for her role as a youth leader, and Ava and Lucas seem like peers. Man, they really flopped on the framing for the scene in this shot! I can hardly see Lucas at all with low brightness. Maybe it's different when you play it yourself.

Dad also told me something that I interpreted to mean most media is really bad at establishing ages. So I'm not sure what to do with that.

Anyway, ten years old.

I'm still not sure how, after the excitement of success subsides, Lucas will initially react to the creature made of stone. His reaction will probably depend on his background. Early drafts have him fed fairy tales that paint goblins unfavorably. And since the creature resembles a goblin in some aspects, Lucas freaks himself out or intimidates the little guy. But these drafts felt silly or off, because the creature is all smiles when he wakes up, and we know he's friendly. Also the Doctor just stands there. So I'll come up with something else, probably.

Regarding Knack's relationship with Lucas: When I see other people describe their relationship as sibling-like (a headcanon), they tend to position Knack as the elder. I may need to double-check; the fandom is pretty small and I haven't read much of the fanfictions. Another headcanon I saw a couple times is that Knack had been alive/conscious a long, long time ago.

But recently someone told me they interpret Lucas as the elder!

My interpretation is that Lucas steps up to that particular plate, first.

My idea goes: before anyone knows for sure that Knack's creature type also includes being a person, Lucas treats him a bit like a toddler and a pet, himself acting as the older brother and sorta babysitter. Still trying to decide if Knack knows he is a person at this stage... It seems like in both games, Lucas tends to talk to him like he's giving him a tutorial.

So I gotta figure out how the Doctor, Lucas, and some other folks turn a sweet little bean into the Knack we all know and love. And how Knack and the Doctor etc, do the same with Lucas.

Lucas is so silly!

I know you saw the one about the first night, Bestie [D;? but I'm not sure how to explain it concisely here. A lot of these I feel would be best shown in a comic series.

There is very much a theme of reciprocation in my story. That might be the wrong word. I'm thinking of familial affection. Lucas just doesn't get enough, and so, doing unto others as he would want to be treated, offers attention to Knack. What to list as examples... Reading him stories, nuzzling, very simple dancing. Probably more but I am my brain is made of Swiss cheese.

I did mention Knack being a sleepy baby on here at first, but I don't think I mentioned that Lucas worries if he's dying or something. It's like if you brought home a baby creature, but had no idea what it eats or needs to live, and then it acts groggier and less responsive, and can barely hold its head up... The Doctor kind of scoffs and says it's highly unlikely (not in a mean way), possibly thinking of Knack more like a device. But even if the Doctor is confident, Lucas isn't convinced. And Baby Knack doesn't know how to ask for what he needs, so he kind of furrows his brow and squints and makes little grumbling noises and like. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like he kneads invisible dough or something? And he frequently glances up at Lucas or the Doctor.

Lucas tries really hard to not-cry and seem reasonable, but he can't help reaching out to pet the little guy's head. The creature responds very favorably, still sleepy. Leading Lucas to bring him into a hug, possibly picking him up. The creature is soothed by this, and after wrapping his arms around Lucas, he promptly falls asleep. Or something idk. Everything is a work in progress.

Knack occupies a weird role at first, and even later on occasion: something sort of like a pet, but not quite. Lucas is primarily the one who initiates the interactions like that, but sometimes the Doctor does as well. Knack himself does not understand until later.

I know it's silly to have Lucas pet him. He's basically a rock, even if he reminds me of a teddy bear sometimes. But look at that face! Lucas can feel warm and fuzzy just knowing that his little puzzle buddy likes him.

I also have Lucas very interested in Knack as a person, like how he's feeling and what he thinks. I think it would be funny if he gets good at reading Knack's body language, but not so good at interpreting his words sometimes. I'm kind of throwing out that scene in 2 where Knack gives Lucas an odd look for presuming what he's thinking and framing it as a 'talk'; if Lucas paid any attention to Knack, he would have done something like that a long time ago. And so I have him *do*: Early on, Lucas talks to the Doctor for Knack, like an untrained interpreter. And sometimes even airs his own grievances as if Knack is 'saying' so.

I mean, I *guess* I could have Lucas be oblivious to Knack's emotional situation unless it suits him, but then like. I dunno. That doesn't fit the little guy I made up so far. What feels more like Lucas?

Lucas sometimes imitates Knack's mannerisms and vice versa. Also expect recycled dialogue. I think Lucas vicariously experiences some adventure through Knack.

I still think Lucas gets swole by playing with Knack all the time.

Later, Knack and Lucas switch big-brother-little-brother roles based on the scene.

(I got this screenie from MoeePlays. The rest of the unwatermarked ones are from FullPlaythroughs.)

You may also see Knack playing the big-brother role while being Little Knack, if I can communicate that well enough. I think it's interesting. And the reverse.

Dad compared the way I describe Knack to Lennie Smalls in "Of Mice and Men", and suggested Lucas could be made somewhat like George. I must say, I hadn't read that story before then. So that was a wild ride! Now George, he's kind of prickly, which Lucas seems to be in the second game, but I'm a little hesitant. Dad also mentioned something about George's dream, and maybe Lucas could have something like that. I think I know what he means, and it's probably a reason I feel stuck in the 'ending' I had written; the dream feels impossible.

Jumping around again; if you were to talk to Lucas about Knack, and Knack was nowhere to be seen, Lucas would probably think of him as Little Knack. I looked too far into Lucas calling Knack "little buddy" at the start, and couldn't remember if Lucas called him something different later. I also interpreted this to mean Knack often hangs out with Lucas as Little Knack, which is supported by a brief shot or two in 1, and the title screen of 2.

Lucas considers Knack to be his achievement on some level. In fact, I consider this to be what he was alluding to in the museum in 2; that "without me, the Doctor would never have known-" how to bring Knack to life. I can imagine a young Lucas, when people are told that the Doctor had solved the puzzle and created Knack, saying quietly or thinking to himself, "*I* made this."

He goes back on that idea later. For Reasons. I might change that also, though. Then again, if I change the story every time I get caught and scraped up in a prickly patch, I wouldn't have much of a story anymore. I wouldn't necessarily say Lucas is naive. He's pretty smart and can sometimes pick up on things, but he can be willfully ignorant. If that doesn't make sense out of context, don't worry.

Changing the subject, Lucas kick-starts Knack's mischievous streak. He kind of teases him? Best example is the GIF I wanted to make but turned into a slideshow. In the garden, Lucas growls in jest at a Little Baby Knack, who reacts ferociously and growls back with rough red lettering, lifting his paws a bit and shifting his weight from foot to foot. Lucas laughs, delighted, and Baby Knack's expression shifts a little into amusement, before the GIF loops and they return to growling.

To clarify, Knack is playing, here. Although it does take him a few moments of fleeing and fawning to realize Oh, you're threatening me as a joke. Two can play at that game! Eventually, Lucas feels that Knack is acting too aggressive for his comfort, and, failing to notice that Knack is mirroring his own body language, worries he'll get a good punch to the gut. Or worse. He tries to de-escalate with the offer of a hug, which allows Baby Knack to play a mean prank.

And at one point I want Lucas to try smuggling Knack to school for the express purpose of scaring the crap out of Lucas's peers. For fun!

Another thing about how I wrote Lucas is that, when he is younger, at least, he isn't all that shy with Knack after like a day or so. I'm not sure how to say what I mean... It's like, Lucas has a tendency to get excited and touch, lightly pull, or grab Knack's arm(s), to get his attention, turn him around, or drag him somewhere. It's also a means of affection. He's gentle about it, but still. He isn't usually so grabby with other kids.

One of the things I considered playing with Knack is whether he might bite a family member when he is a 'baby'. But the more I think about it, the more the answer resounds no, he wouldn't. In one scene I wrote, Knack makes a non-lingual, idle threat (growling at him), but Lucas calls his bluff and takes something from him anyway. Lucas actually scoffs at him, incredulous.

Do not look to Lucas for guidance on how to treat children, animals, or operate heavy machinery.

Umm, what else. I bet Lucas would pass out if someone strokes his hair. First thing that comes to mind is Charlotte experimentally trying motherly things, feeling awkward about it and stopping. Lucas murmers something like, "You can keep going :)" Realizes what he just said, "I mean, if *you* want to," and scratches the back of his neck and looks away.

Along with a grappling hook (or maybe the Doctor gave him that), Ryder gives Lucas a butterfly knife for his twelfth birthday. This sounds very familiar to me, so either I thought about it before, it's practically canon, or someone else had mentioned it and I just can't remember. Or it could be a regular pocket knife.

At some point, to someone else, I have Doc describe Lucas as becoming more responsible since Knack came into his life. But of course, since the Doctor can never let Lucas have anything, he amends it with, "at times."

I also have this screenshot:

What was I going to put down for it...?

I remember seeing a review where someone mentioned this scene, gave an extremely reductive summary of it, and they thought "It plays out like a parody of kids movie/game “you-can-do-itism” but it’s not parodying anything in particular." I was rather miffed about that, to say the least; I thought this scene was a major characterization moment.

Lucas is curious/a scientist.

Knack puts so much faith in the Doctor that he limits himself. He also comes off like a major teacher's pet with his quoting ability.

The Doctor thinks himself so smart like he knows everything without testing it thoroughly. To the point where he has told Knack that he is incapable of something.

Lucas encourages Knack to try new things.

Not sure how to put this, but it comes up again in the Key Confrontation. Could be related to 4. Lucas is skeptical of the Doctor's authority and offers an opposing viewpoint. He prompts Knack to stop viewing the Doctor's words as gospel, at least temporarily. This is why I want Lucas and the Doctor to be/become foils in my story. Lucas sees himself in Knack.

Knack believes in the Doctor, sure. But he also trusts and believes in Lucas.

And one last thing, because I can't escape upsetting topics: there may be some parental favoritism going on between the Doctor and the boys. I loathe the idea, but it slots into my current framework with unfortunate agreement. I had a conversation with Dad about it, and he said, uhh trying to remember... it's a reasonable idea. He spoke of Lucas coming into his own and how it challenges the Doctor's ego, meanwhile Knack does whatever the Doctor says without question.

I don't think Lucas would resent or blame the Doctor's Greatest Creation, but it would impact his self-esteem. I don't know what that looks like yet.

Umm, I hope this was worth the wait; I had a lot of fun! I want to add more but I'm kind of scatter-brained. Also this is 4.6k words apparently.

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♤ it's a gay thing | josuyasu ♤

genre: fluff/tiny bit of angst

rohan gives josuke the wrong number for koichi as a little joke, but josuke is determined to beat his boredom.

published: 2023

lots of texting,,, like half the one-shot

Wednesday, May 17. 7:30 a.m.

Josuke:

hey, is this koichi?

rohan gave me the number but idk if he was playing around or not

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

i know koichi, but i'm not him, who's this?

Josuke:

sorry, i'm just a friend of koichi's

sorry for bothering you man, especially this early

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

it's okay, don't worry about it : )

so how are you, friend of koichi's?

Josuke:

i'm okay i guess

i'm bummed that rohan japed me tho

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

... japed you?

Josuke:

pranked

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

oh!

okay, that makes sense

Josuke:

yeah, sorry abt that again

9:00 a.m.

Josuke:

hey random stranger

here you go

❀❀❀❀❀❀

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

why did you send me flowers

i mean i'm not complaining, they're pretty

but why?

Josuke:

because you deserve them

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

oh? well thanks

Josuke:

of course man

12:21 p.m.

Josuke:

heyyyyyyy stranger

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

hey?

why do you keep texting me?

Josuke:

bc you seem cool and i really need friends

unless you want me to stop

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

oh, thanks

also you don't have to stop, i just don't really understand lmao

5:39 p.m.

Josuke:

hey you free?

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

yeah why

Josuke:

i wanna call someone

can i call you?

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

sure i guess?

calling xxx-xxx-xxxx...

"Hello?"

"Ooh, I like your voice. It's deep. Makes my skin tingle."

"Thank you, I like yours too."

"Thanks man."

"So... why did you need Koichi?"

"I was gonna ask him to set me up with a date. He knows a bunch of people and a lot of them are cute guys."

"Guys?? As in... men?"

"Uhh yeah," Josuke laughed into the phone. "My favorite thing to do is kiss men."

"You can do that? Like- I mean... Guys can... Guys can be with other guys?"

"Yeah! It's nice, you should try it sometime."

"Oh, I didn't know that was allowed... I might if I ever get the chance. But just for the record, Koichi can't set up relationships for shit. Try texting Rohan."

"You know Rohan too?"

"Yeah, I know him and his boyfriend."

"Well damn, all the twinks seem to know each other..."

"Twink? What's that?"

"Oh, it's uh-... It's a gay thing."

"Oh, okay?"

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm gonna go text Rohan, goodbye! Thank you for your help!"

"Mmhmm."

call with xxx-xxx-xxxx ended.

Friday, May 26. 1:01 p.m.

Josuke:

hey, i never got your name

xxx-xxx-xxxx:

oh, sorry about that

i'm okuyasu

and you are??

Josuke:

i'm josuke

i like your name, i've never seen it before

Okuyasu:

thank you, i like yours too

you're the one with the hair, right? i think i remember rohan talking about you

Josuke:

yeah, the super cool really fashionable amazing magazine worthy hair is all me

wait, rohan talks about me?

Okuyasu:

it's never anything good if i'm honest, but he talks about you

Josuke:

nice!!

he talks about you too, but it's sometimes good

Okuyasu:

oh? i'm surprised he has anything nice to say lmfao

Josuke:

off topic, but all your friends say you're hot

is that true?

Okuyasu:

maybe? idk i've never really thought of myself as hot

rohan says you look like a monkey's ass, is that true?

Josuke:

i'm gonna fucking kill him

Okuyasu:

have fun, don't get caught

Josuke:

oh i will

so what do you look like?

Okuyasu:

goodbye

Josuke:

but i wanna see your face : (

i like knowing who i'm talking to

Okuyasu:

lmao no

Josuke:

please?

Okuyasu:

Josuke:

okuyasuuuuuuuuuuuuu

please

Okuyasu:

what's in it for me?

Josuke:

a picture of me ; )

Okuyasu:

um no thanks

Josuke:

wtf : ((((((

Okuyasu:

fine, i'll send one

Okuyasu holds the phone out in front of him and takes a quick snap of his half-smile. He notices that he looks a little awkward, but there isn't much he can do about it. He's not really a selfie kind of guy, but Josuke gets what he wants.

Josuke:

YOU'RE SO FINE WHAT THE FUCK

OH MY GOD EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE BUT HOLY FUCK

man to man, like honest for real time, you are quite possibly the most handsome dude i've ever seen holy fuck

Okuyasu:

okay whatever, it's your turn

Josuke:

uh okay hold on

Josuke takes a swift picture of himself as he rides the bus home. He studies it, then decides he doesn't like it. Something in him just won't let him send the first picture because he doesn't look just right. He retakes the picture after swiping a comb through his hair and deciding the best angle. He's got to look good for his friend, of course. That's what it is, he just wants to make a good first impression.

Okuyasu:

well shit

Josuke:

??? did you die

hello?

Okuyasu:

yes i died

you're a very attractive guy

i mean like no gay shit or anything yknow because i'm not gay

just making an observation

Josuke:

awww you're so nice, thanks man!

Okuyasu:

yeah, of course

did you ever text rohan?

Josuke:

yeah

he said he thought i'd be cute with one of his friends

Okuyasu:

did he say which one?

Josuke:

nah, but he just said he was texting them now

Okuyasu:

...

rohan just texted me

Josuke:

US?????? A COUPLE?????

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I CANT BREATHE THAT'S THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING IVE HEARD ALL DAY

Okuyasu:

???

Josuke:

WHAT IS HE ON

Okuyasu:

wtf are YOU on?

Josuke:

a seat on a bus lmaoaoaoao

Okuyasu:

goodbye josuke

Josuke giggled at his phone, bright smile on his face. He's developed an attachment to Okuyasu, he thinks. It's become so strong that he feels the need to text him all day, every day. All of his funny comebacks and clueless questions make Josuke's days so much easier. He can't lie, he's begun to crush on Okuyasu. It might be just because he's lonely and wants attention, but something about him made Josuke's heart spiral. The way he talks was enough already, but his looks sealed the deal. Josuke feels like he's going insane, there's no way he can be pining after someone he's never met before...

Monday, July 24. 6:16 p.m.

Okuyasu:

you know, we've been talking for like two months now and i still know nothing about you

Josuke:

???

yes you do, you know my favorite color, ice cream, video game, book, song, flower, animal, etc etc

i could go on and on about how much you know about me

Okuyasu:

yeah but nothing like important yknow

i think you should tell me where you live

Josuke:

kinda stalker-ish bro

Okuyasu:

shut the fuck up it's not like that

i wanna know how far we are from each other

Josuke:

i live in morioh

like two houses down from you i think lmfao

Okuyasu:

you do?

Josuke:

yeah yeah rohan told me where you live

oh btw, i frogot to ask

how old are you?

Okuyasu:

frogot?

Josuke:

*forgot

Okuyasu:

frogot

Josuke:

shut up

Okuyasu:

frogot

Josuke:

stop it

Okuyasu:

frogot

Josuke:

STOP IT

SHUT UP AND ANSWER

Okuyasu:

not as old as you

Josuke:

what the fuck

i'm only 17 dude

HOW OLD DID YOU THINK I WAS?????

Okuyasu:

yeah i'm 17 too lmao

idk probably like 21

Josuke:

no way you just called me old and we're the same fucking age

AND thought i was 21 in the same two messages

Okuyasu:

i think you're still older than me

what's your birthday

Josuke:

august 19

Okuyasu:

what year?

Josuke:

1983

Okuyasu:

YES YOU'RE GERIATRIC

Josuke:

what the fuck we're only like a few weeks apart you ASSHOLE

Okuyasu:

no.

YOU'RE OLD

Josuke:

i thought you said i was hot ;)

Okuyasu:

goodbye josuke.

As the two boys talked, something began to bloom in Okuyasu's stomach each time he got a text from Josuke. He had never met him, never even seen him around Morioh before, but he felt... drawn to him. Like each time his phone lit up, his social battery was suddenly recharged. He was sure that, for him at least, Josuke was the kind of person you could be around even if you were at the point in your day that the thought of talking to other people wore you out. That realization came with another indecipherable emotion, one that pooled just behind his ribcage and dripped into his stomach. The feeling he used to get when he would see his ex-girlfriend was the most similar, but that couldn't be right. Right? Okuyasu shakes the thoughts from his head, but that makes them no less real or confusing. He doesn't like men at all... Right?

Sunday, August 13. 8:59 p.m.

Josuke:

hey <3

Okuyasu:

hey...?

what's with the heart? lmao

Josuke:

i'm gonna say hey and send a heart and you say it back okay

my family thinks i have a boyfriend and as my friend you gotta help, idk why they think that but they do

just play along with what i do okay?

please

Okuyasu:

but i'm not gay.

Josuke:

i know, i know, but i am and my family knows

and they think i have a boyfriend

Okuyasu:

then get someone who's gay to pretend to be your boyfriend?

like rohan or even jotaro idk

Josuke:

JOTARO?????

JOTARO KUJO??????

THAT'S MY NEPHEW WHAT THE FUCK DUDE

HE'S PART OF THE FAMILY IN QUESTION

and rohan is jotaro's boyfriend, plus he fucking hates me so either way it wouldn't work

Okuyasu:

damn man chill out, i didn't know

how was i supposed to know that you and a dude i've met maybe once are related??

stupid fucking bitch

Josuke:

we have the same nose duh

but that's not the point, you're the only person who might help me.

i need your help dude, please. i'll do anything.

just pretend to be my gay boyfriend for like five minutes

Okuyasu:

i want $20 sent to my venmo and you have to doordash food to my house if you want effort put in

Josuke:

okay fine, sure, whatever

hey <3

Okuyasu:

not so fast, my venmo is okuniji4 and i want pasta from tonio's

payment before performance.

Josuke:

oh my god you ASSHOLE

Okuyasu:

: )

Josuke:

sent the money on venmo and the order is placed

dick

Okuyasu:

okay, sure man, i got you

Josuke:

hey <3

Okuyasu:

hey <33

Josuke:

what's up baby?

Okuyasu:

not much, what about you sweetheart?

Josuke:

trying to prove to my family that i have a boyfriend

can i call you?

Okuyasu:

of course baby, always

calling Okuyasu...

"Hello?"

"Hey baby. Can you do me a favor and tell my family how much you love me?"

Okuyasu sighed quietly before mustering up all of his courage. "I love you so much my heart hurts when I see you."

"And?"

"...And?"

"And what else?"

"And I think about you every second of every day?"

"Aww, thank you, I love you too!"

"Alright... Well... I gotta go, I- Um, I love you."

"I love you too baby, bye."

call with Josuke ended.

It felt so strange to say those words to Josuke, to call him baby and tell him he loves him, yet somehow, it was... refreshing. Like Okuyasu had needed this his whole life. Like something was coming together in his head. As he sat and thought about the phone call, Josuke's voice, the way he said he loved him, it clicked. It didn't matter if Okuyasu likes men or not. What does matter is that Okuyasu likes Josuke.

Josuke:

THANK YOU SO MUCH I OWE YOU ONE

Okuyasu:

it's no problem really

i like helping my friends out, especially for $20 and some bomb ass food

i also think i wouldn't mind being your boyfriend|

i also think i wouldn't mind being yo|

i also think i wouldn't|

if you need me again hmu

Josuke:

you were really good at pretending to be my boyfriend|

you were really good at pretending to |

you were really good|

you we|

you know, i kind of liked it when you called me baby|

you know, i kind of liked it when you c|

you know, i kind of liked|

you know, |

alr, thanks again man

Okuyasu:

2:30 a.m.

Josuke:

hey

you up?

Okuyasu:

are you just pulling some fuckboy stunt on me?

because i'm not here to be used and dropped

Josuke:

what?

okuyasu, are you okay?

i just wanted to talk to you about a bad dream i had but i'm not concerned about that any more

you seem upset, what happened?

Okuyasu:

i'm upset because i'm tired of being used! everybody is using me and i'm sick of it! my ex girlfriend used me when i dated her, and now you're trying to use me!

Josuke:

what happened?

okuyasu, what's wrong with you?

Okuyasu:

oh stop acting like you care

just stop

i'm so fucking sick of all of this

for four fucking months you've only texted me when you were bored or needed something from me

and i'm done

Josuke:

what?

no, okuyasu, i texted you because i wanted to!

Okuyasu:

just shut up

goodbye josuke.

3:00 a.m.

Josuke:

please talk to me

okuyasu?

7:00 a.m.

Josuke:

okuyasu, please

i want to know what happened

i didn't mean to make you feel used earlier

i was trying to hint at how i felt about you, i just suck at flirting

my family thinks i have a boyfriend because of the way i talk about you to them

1:08 p.m.

Josuke:

okuyasu

please

i need you to answer... even if you just tell me to go die

5:05 p.m.

Josuke:

okuyasu...

seen 5:06

okuyasu!

please talk to me ⚠︎ message not delivered ⚠︎

okuyasu, please!! ⚠︎ message not delivered ⚠︎

you can no longer text or call this number.

"Jotaro, I don't want to go."

"Come on Josuke, it won't be that bad once you get there, I promise."

"But what if-"

"If he's there, then I won't make you talk to him. You can stay with Rohan and I."

Josuke made a face at the other man. "I don't want to spend a whole party with you guys practically fucking beside me."

Jotaro sighed, adjusting his hair underneath his hat. "Whatever, you're still coming with me. Let's go."

Josuke was sitting in a corner, a drink in his hands and his eyes closed. He didn't want to be here. Not only did he see Okuyasu, but he saw Okuyasu making out with his ex. It broke him inside, and though he was strong, he couldn't help but cry. Honestly, he really liked the guy, and seeing him like that, especially for the first time ever seeing him in person, wasn't pleasant.

"Hey, you okay?" A slightly drunk Koichi crouched down in front of him.

"What? Oh, yeah- Yeah, I'm fine," the taller said quickly as he wiped his tears away frantically.

"No you aren't. What's wrong?"

Josuke began crying again, an accidental squeak coming from his mouth as he opened it and tried to speak. "It's just that Okuyasu and I got into a fight and now he's here and it's the first time I'm ever seeing him and he's kissing his ex and I have a crush on him and I saw them kissing and-"

"Josuke." Koichi interrupted, sighing and sitting down beside the other man. "He's here because Rohan told him you were coming. He wasn't kissing his ex. She forcefully kissed him, I had to pull her off of Okuyasu a few seconds after you ran away," he explained calmly, placing an arm around Josuke's shoulders protectively.

"It's not like it matters anyway though, he's not gay, he told me himself. He likes women."

"You can still talk to him and see if he wants to fix things, yeah?"

"He blocked me..."

Koichi shook his head. "Yeah, but he's here just because Rohan said you would be here."

Josuke ran a hand over his hair unconsciously. "Can I... Can I talk to him?"

"Of course you can. Do you want Rohan to come with him?"

"No, I wanna talk to him alone... Only if he's okay with that..."

"Alright," Koichi said, leaving the room to search for Okuyasu.

A few minutes later, Josuke heard footsteps. He clutched his cup as the waves of nausea and anxiety ripped through his body.

Stay cool. Stay cool. You've got this, you can fix this.

"Okuyasu! Please, please, please just let me talk to you, I promise I won't take long and..." Josuke trailed off. Fuck! What happened to staying cool?

Okuyasu slunk down into the spot Koichi had once been, although nowhere near as close. Avoiding eye contact, he laced his fingers together and sighed.

"Why did you continue texting me? Tell me the truth please. That's all I ask."

Josuke clenched his jaw, ready for rejection. "In the beginning, it was out of boredom. But after a few days, I realized that you're really cool and decided I wanted to be friends with you. But the more we talked, the more it became... something else," he admitted, eyes glued to the floor and lips pressed together.

"So it was a fuckboy stunt? I knew that-."

"No! Please, I'm not finished," Josuke begged, desperation evident in the tone of his voice. "Something else doesn't mean 'wanting to get in your pants' for me."

"Then what is it, Josuke? Because to me, getting a text late at night asking if I'm awake is a little telling," Okuyasu sighed, slightly annoyed at this point.

"Something else is the longing to run my fingers through your hair, hold your hand, look in your eyes, and... call you mine."

Okuyasu squinted, his top lip curling up on one side and eyebrows dipping together. "What are you talking about?"

"Listen, I don't wanna fuck you. Never have. Okuyasu, I-... I just want to love you. I don't want to introduce you to people as my friend, I want to call you mine. Fuck being your fucking friend, I want you to be my boyfriend."

Okuyasu took a deep breath in, the semi-silence crushing Josuke. All he could hear was the bump of the bass and some electronic dance melody, then of course his own heart beat.

"Josuke, I just... I don't know."

Josuke's face fell, tensed shoulders dropping from his ears. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you anything. I know you're straight-"

"I just don't know what to think."

Josuke felt the hot tears prick at his lower lash line. "We can go back to being strangers if that's what would make you most comfortable... I'm sorry I fucked it up. I'm lucky to have gotten to know you for a few months, at the least."

Okuyasu, without thinking, grabbed Josuke's hand. It fit so well in his, felt so warm and comforting. He dragged his eyes from the other's shoes to the stray hairs surrounding his hairdo like a halo, and that was it. His decision was made, no more questioning.

"Josuke, you aren't going anywhere. I don't know what to call it, but I think I like both. You shook it all up. You came into my phone and you knocked my entire world on its head."

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean t-"

"Don't," Okuyasu interrupted. "Please don't be sorry. I thought I was just getting close with you, but all of a sudden, there was heat in my gut and my heart beats tripled in speed each time you texted. I ignored it, but the night you asked me to pretend to be your boyfriend felt so... right."

Josuke snapped his head toward Okuyasu, eyes newly full of hope.

"It felt like-"

"I was born to fall in love with you," Josuke confirmed quietly, finding it a bit odd that he had had the exact same thought during that interaction.

Okuyasu flicked his eyes away, nodding. "Yeah. It doesn't matter what I like, it only matters that you know that it's you. I know I barely know you, and this is our first time even seeing each other in person, but," he took a deep breath. "But looking at you here, hair a little messed up, cheeks red, nose runny, and eyes a shade of blue I don't think I've ever seen before, I know that I need to be with you for the rest of my life, no matter if it's a day or 80 years."

Tears once again tickled Josuke's lower lashes, a heart-warmed smile creeping across his face. "Do you mean that?"

Okuyasu nodded, smiling gently. "Can I- Uh, can I-?"

"Please," Josuke's heart fluttered as he squeezed Okuyasu's hand.

The taller's eyes jumped up and down as they switched from Josuke's eyes to his lips over and over. With his free hand, he cupped the older's face, rubbing the peak of his blushed cheek with his rough thumb.

"You're so handsome," he whispered, barely audible over the booming EDM music. He moved in to kiss Josuke, but hesitated. "I... I don't know how to kiss a boy..."

Josuke giggled, the sound lighting Okuyasu's heart on fire. He watched as the older's nose scrunched and his eyes nearly disappeared before his teeth-flashing wide smile morphed into a shy, flirty smirk.

"Like this," he whispered back, closing the gap between them. Okuyasu felt his entire body tingle, every bone becoming noting more than jelly and muscles useless. In their shared kiss was an unspoken promise of love and companionship for countless years and the almost overpowering sweetness of finding the love of your life. The kiss made them feel as though they could move mountains and walk on water, turn water into wine and heal the sick. They felt like gods, each worshipping the existence of the other. All the words they wanted to say and the thoughts they thought were condensed into that single kiss. If nothing else that night had confirmed it, the two finally got what they wanted. Josuke is Okuyasu's. Okuyasu is Josuke's. And absolutely nothing, not even the most powerful being to exist could rip them apart. So long as they were alive, they had one another.

#josuyasu #josuke x okuyasu #fluff #texting #wrong number au #jjba #jjba fanfic #fanfiction #little angst

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peaky-shelby · 2 years ago

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BUCKLE UP I HAVE A LOT TO SAY LOL.

I can’t even begin to describe to you how much I loved these parts. The changes between the two of them has been a rollercoaster. Not gunna lie I felt my heart break in the beginning of the chapter at the pool. I completely understand where she’s coming from trying to stop whatever it was between them because she is his coach at the end of the day. I appreciated how he respected her at this point because it’s heartbreaking for the both of them, but I feel like he finally understood her “it was the first time he noticed the sign of fear in her eyes, a woman fearless in most things was standing scared in front of him.” OH MY GOD OUCH?! Hakimi seeing everything and being such a bystander in their story is simultaneously hilarious and painful for him. I’m so proud of Kylian for defending her when she’s not around too. Like it shows how much he respects her and is loving her from a distance. WHICH HE DOES EVEN MORE WHEN HE CALLS THE MEDIC FOR HER. Like props to bestie Neymar seeing that something was wrong, but Kylian doing something about it has my knees weak. It’s the definition of love shown through actions, not words and I feel like that encompasses him so much throughout this chapter. The dinner with them plus Hakimi is one of my favorite things you’ve written. It’s so funny and I feel so bad for Hakimi 😂 it 100% feels like “I’m being forced to go out to dinner with my parents who are bickering the whole time, someone please help me but also thank god these two idiots are not killing each other. God help them they’re so in love with each other but in so much denial” lmao. When I tell you….the game…THE FUCKING GAME BRO. HAD ME SCREAMING LIKE I WAS WATCHING IT LIVE AND TAYLOR WAS RIGHT THERE. Heart officially warmed with them winning and the celebrations. They’re all so happy finally I’ve wanted nothing more for them. The moment Taylor hugged Kylian I knew their walls finally broke with each other. It felt like a sigh of relief that they accepted whatever feelings they had. I just know how much Taylor saying “proud of you” meant to him. As a former athlete myself, I fully admit there is nothing more satisfying and fulfilling than seeing your loved one in a jersey with your name on it and I know Kylian was dying inside when she asked for his jersey. There’s something so intimate of having your name on someones back and I know he was jumping up and down like a teenage girl in his mind over it. I know I’ve said it before, but the way you write the tension between Taylor and Kylian has be weak in the knees. They’re so intimate with their touches and you can just feel the longing between them.

“I think if you asked me to, I would.”

“do you want me to be a good kid?” he smiled.

“yes.” She answered quickly. He moved his face away from hers and placed his lips on the top of her head, speaking on her hair.

“Do you really?” he asked.

She closed her eyes. Falling backwards on him “no.”

He spun her around again; her eyes were still closed. His thumb grazed over her eyelids before his hand cupped her whole face from the back of her neck “then will you stay?”

When I tell you I fucking melted oh my god they're so perfect. Again, the acceptance into each other has just made me so fucking happy. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted for these two. AND THEN 9.1?! OOOOOHHHH GIRL THE SOFTNESS IS BEAUTIFUL. I love their love. And fucking Ann…I don’t have a good feeling at all about her. Her talking to Verratti is giving me anxiety, especially because he’s just coming around to Taylor. Ann is going to fuck it all up somehow and I don’t want to see that at all.

WOW girl I could keep going but I’ve already written a novel about your writing. Just thank you for such a great story. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got coming down the line. ily and i hope you know how much you are appreciated for the work you put into these chapters.

me when i opened my ask box and saw how long this is

Me after reading it:

I don't think you guys understand what it means when you put so much time into reading and writing about my story. I never had such a great response for any of my works before and every time I see Messages like that i start crying like a baby and rereading it like 10 times because my heart ALWAYS melts with appreciation.

I don't know how I can repay you for this or what i can do to make you understand what this means to me. Honestly, I'm in awe and complete shock that you think my silly writings are worth your time, let alone the effort to write this message.

I ADORE you.

Love you to the moon and back.

#newromanticsfic

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lunar-clementine · 8 months ago

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I'm so tornnnnn

like on one hand the maybe misinterpreted signals

and on the other the complete undeniable ignoring.

(Ya'll pleez be gentle with my writing, I'm not that amazing, also this is soothe myself mostly)

I hate this. stop it love it is unfair for u to ruin such a sweet soul that is so shiny. ur a terrible person. u know that. he is like the fucking sun and I'm definitely the hell on the darkside of the moon. the sun does not belong to u. it belongs to the world. u deserve the hell on earth. just like the family u come from. his family is just as radiant. do not dare covet the sun he does not belong to u

the sun does not belong to anyone.

the the ignoring as the gods trying to keep distance between u.

and the signals as ur daydreaming.

the sun is not yours he doesn't belong to anyone.

let go of the sun you'll steal all the radiant light from him

that is far to cruel of a thing to do

the sun is not yours he does not belong to anyone

The sun should never be near u

u should never ever again covet the sun

let go

the sun doesn't belong to anyone and he most certainly doesn't belong to u.

let him go love if u know what's best for him. let those thoughts go away. Love ur making a mistake by fighting this.

fuck I love his smile it's adorable even as baby

the point is those dimples are drawing me in and I should not do this fuckkkk

the sun isn't yours love

the sun doesn't belong to u love

the sun can't be help down by u love

stop this love

fuck no

I can't

I legit can't do this

I won't be able toooo

but u know after he saw that the name of my book review was " girl who drank the moon" which if u don't know I see myself in as the character,luna, and he was all " I'll be the guy who ate the sun"

shut. The. front. door. no. u did not say the name of her soul mate that I dreamt up

I thought my hear wa saying to swell out of pure admiration for something so small and insignificant. I was so dazed for a moment when he said that lmao and he said that so casually and I was starstruck for a good while.

wow like he said that. that thing in my brain that made me so happy. I was so elated u don't even knowwww

he really said be the moon for everyone I'll be ur sun 🤭🫠

God fuck my lifeeee he's just perfect in my eyes and can do no wrong so cut and adorable and wonderful and honestly how am I not throwing myself at him so strange

I feel like I found my soulmate thelusaaa

he ticks all the boxes

not like my dad

no smoking or drinking

no anger issues

a good listener

tall enough that me

and most of he loves children from what I've seen so far so he won't ever hurt his children at all mentally or physically

I'm young and stupid so what do I know

Right?

I swear it on god this boy is driving me insanee

please don't be inlove with somebody else

please just look my way forever

just don't give your heart to someone else

dear God

consider this my love letter and my song of sorrows

this fear is immense and I

am a mortal whose soul has been captured

in the net

we all like to call

love

this is torturous and blissful

The symphony of silence is forever

when ur not around me

why is it that

I seem to look at u like the stars

but u hate the nighttime?

if ur the sun in my life

the eight minutes apart leave me lifeless

but ur that bright

u don't see ur surroundings

or perhaps

even worse

u choose to ignore them

that seems like a stake to my heart

when u smile at the other one

I'm desperately hoping

praying

u don't love

Someone else?

#first time crushing on someone.#i dont know #should i cry #this is very painful #why do people do this #fall in love

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lavender-annd-lilac · 2 years ago

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Hey so I think I’ve reblogged one of your fics before (the massage one?? Where I was like why don’t they have reverse viagra for these situations???) but that was on one of my better days when I’m able to leave a nice, short, readable comment and not a hot mess like

So bear with me while I lay down a couple of disclaimers on the off chance you want to proceed with reading this hot mess

😵‍💫😆

(And also so don't come off like a troll or a random heckler lol)

⚠️My usual disclaimer is: nervous attempts at humour = my love language and the only way I know how to show appreciation for things I enjoy.

so basically like, if u ever watched Mystery Science Theatre 3000 where they watch a movie and riff on it, that's the only way know how to comment.

I mean obviously I am capable of leaving comments like a normal person but it makes me feel idk, insincere lol… like I’m holding back information that they may or may not want so I guess I’ll just show my entire hand and u can choose if u want to experience the chaos 🙃🤷‍♀️

As per standard safety procedures, here is a cut to protect ur eyes and ur soul

Stays in his room and only comes out when Steve forces him to join the rest of them for dinner.

Ahhh nothing like those good ol’ adolescent years.

One early morning, after you've already tied your shoes, you go to the kitchen for a glass of water

Wow @ this humble brag about tying your own shoes AND hydrating 😫

I literally have not tied my shoes in like 10 years lol. I tie them ONCE when I first wear them, and then never again unless the knot comes undone (which it doesn’t, bc I double knot that sucker). Is this not what most ppl do lol??

The only shoes I tie on a regular basis are my docs bc those mfs are still stiff af even after years of wear

🎬🎥🎞️

We interrupt this comment for an unskippable ad short film based on a fanfic of the fanfic u just read!! Please enjoy!!!

Bucky sitting at the counter staring daggers at the cup of coffee in front of him

Me: lol ‘sup Macbeth 😂

Bucky: …???

Me: haha a dagger of the mind, eh? A false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

Bucky: *leaves the room*

Me: *taps a fork against my glass to make a “ding, ding” sound as he’s leaving * 🛎️🛎️

Bucky: *continues walking down the hall*

Me, calling after him in a dramatic whisper: He goes and it is done; 😮 the bell invites him. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell💀 *makes a spooky ghost noise*

⏳ 10 min later ⏳

I shove the following notes under his door

Note 1: Lol do u get it??

Note 2: bc it looked like u were staring daggers into ur coffee cup haha

Note 3: U know, like in Macbeth?

Note 4: “Is this a Is this a dagger which I see before me” LMAO (see drawing below)

⏳ 5 min later ⏳

Note 5: it’s in ACT II, Scene I

Meanwhile Alpine just like shredding all the paper that comes through the door 😂😂

⏳The next day⏳

I receive notice of my immediate termination in the mail

Me: oh shit… “Buchanan Barnes” is Scottish as heck!!! I should have known better than to mention the Scottish play to a Scotsman. FUCK!!!!

🤦‍♀️

⏳2 min later ⏳

Me: although technically, the name is only cursed if you say it within a theatre…. Alright I’m suing for unfair dismissal 😤

… Somewhere in Hells Kitchen, a phone rings…

Cut to me, huddled on my bed, wrapped in blankets like a mischievous burrito, furiously taping on my phone

Me (internal monologue, voiced by Gossip Girl herself, Kristen Bell): ok so I took the words “staring daggers” from a single line in the fic, turned it into a reference that was probably outside the authors intentions, and then wrote my own mini skit with a surprise Alpine cameo, followed by a twist ending just like the extra post credit scenes in the real marvel movies!! Oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! 😃😃😃*very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black with the following text in white:

As it turned out, OP never even saw the skit bc they stopped reading after I admitted I hadn’t tied my shoes in 10 years

FIN

Alternate version ending:

Me (voice over): oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! *very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black with the following text in white:

As it turned out, OP was actually a superstitious Scot who works in the theatre industry, and did not “love” the joke

FIN

Directors cut ending:

Me (V/O): oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! *very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black and then this gif appears

OP:

FIN

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Me (V/O): oh boy, OP is going to love this!!! *very of proud myself*

Screen fades to black and then a ✨hologram✨of OP appears in front of the viewer:

OP:

FIN

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"Bad night," he explains without looking away from his mug and you suggest that he should come for a run with you.

Alexa, play

"No thanks. It's okay. It'll be better tomorrow,”

Me: Sure, Jan. 🙄

Bucky: … what?

Me: don’t give me that “After all, tomorrow is another day” Scarlett O’Hara “Gone With the Wind” BS 😒

Bucky: … I think… I’ve actually seen that one!

Me: ya dude, it’s like an old ass film

Bucky: …

Me: wait did u see the Wizard of Oz when it came out!?? That shit must have been dope af! Ok, bro, u have to see this deepfake where they remade the trailer but like with u guys as the characters! And by u guys, I mean Peter, Stark, Thor and the other guy that hangs out with the raccoon. Sorry u didn’t make the cut buddy. Anyway, look:

youtube

Bucky: *nightmares intensify*

But the next few mornings, you find him occupying the exact same chair by the kitchen counter.

Me: HEY man, did u hear all the updog outside??

*waits for him to say “what’s updog” so I can say “not much, what’s up with u hahaha”*

Bucky: …

By the fourth morning, he's not in his normal hoodie and sweats, but has changed into what you recognise as Steve's running gear. "Steve said I should go with you," he says hesitantly and waits for you to tell him that your invitation was nothing but a joke.

Me: *planned to actually tell him the invitation was a joke bc I can’t run 5 min without vomiting…but now I see he’s waiting for me to say it was a joke, and it makes me feel bad so I play along*

😬🤦‍♀️

Me: uh ya, let’s do like a speed walk thing to warm up maybe?

Me, internally fuming while speed walking: fuck u Steve. That twerp KNOWS I can’t run for shit and used Bucky to call my bluff 😤why I oughta… *passes out after speed walking for 3 min)*

Also like, maybe I just don’t go to the gym or do any exercise, but does everyone have their own branded gear? What does that mean “Steve’s running gear”? It’s like the same as his suit but with short sleeves and shorts?

🤔

You meet up in the kitchen every morning for several weeks without uttering a single word to each other apart from "good morning," and "great run today".

I literally don’t have the breath to say anything else bc I’m deadass exhausted from this charade

😫

And you run. Every day. No matter the weather, no matter what kind of night Bucky has had. It does him good. The colour in his cheeks comes back, his hair looks healthier

Meanwhile, I’m like:

sometimes, you even catch him running with a smile on his lips, his eyes closed as he savours the smell of nature waking up around him.

Me: 😒 ok well glad someone is having a good time

from "great run today" to "see you tomorrow" to "see you later"

“See u later”??? Heck no one run a day is alway one too many runs for me. Nope. 😰

You love your runs.

Me: saying this over and over to myself like a personal mantra until I become delusional enough to believe it like the handmaids with their autopilot “Blessed be the Fruit” greetings

It's 1.30 a.m when you wake up to muffled screams coming from Bucky's room down the corridor.

Me: wow, this mf-er is really watching a horror movie without me??? Thought we were friends smh 😤😤😤

Steve's out on a mission so without bothering to pull on some pants

Lmao I did a double take when I read this bc I thought it meant Steve didn’t put on pants 😭… it was such an emergency he didn’t have time to put on pants before leaving for the mission??? How would she even know that??? Also I always thought the suit was like a onesie type deal haha

you run towards the screams that only grow louder and louder with each step

Wow, I’m a white girl in a horror movie huh

😬

After several minutes in Bucky's room, you finally manage to wake him up

Was the door just like, open?

How do u wake him up tho? I’d get the longest broom I could find so I can keep maximum distance between us and just like, sweep over his face until he sneezed.

when you touch a hand to his damp face and remind him where he is, his breathing finally slows

Me: hey man, wake up!! U are safe! Do u know where u are??

Bucky: *gives the address of the tower*

Me: ok I’m actually Canadian and idk any of the streets in NYC so I’m just going to assume u are correct. Good job 👍

You ground him, and he puts his arms around your waistline, and he holds you close, and he cries.

Me, who gets the skeevies from physical contact irl: …. *slowly slips out of his grasp and replaces my body with a like 3 pillows with a basketball on top for the head, then stands at a distance to brush his hair with the broom*🧹

The next morning, he isn't in the kitchen.

Me: THANK FUCKING GOD, no run today 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Instead, you find him in his room.

Tbh I only went there to get the basketball back bc I had to sign it out from the gym and I don’t want to have to pay fines for not returning it on time

But like the night before, you assure him that everything's alright, that there's no need to apologise and you hand him his running shoes.

Me: why don’t we… take these to the dry cleaners. That’s how modern people clean their shoes!! And also let’s take an Uber to the dry cleaners, bc it’s “take an Uber to the dry cleaners day”. It’s like, one of those new holidays u prob haven’t heard about

so you stay on high alert every night and you make sure that Bucky wakes up from his nightmares.

Me: dragging my sewn together pillow basketball head scarecrow down the hallway with a broom strapped to my back

you hear two soft words whispered faintly against your neck. Don't go

Me: huh, he must have a song stuck in his head. Didn’t expect him to be a fan of Skrillex but whatever 🤷‍♀️ *leaves*

So, you stay. Every night. Even after Steve comes back from his mission.

Yes, “I” stay…

Steve, going to check on Bucky and sees the weird ass pillow basketball head scarecrow thing on his bed: 😱😱😱

but one night, right before he drifts off, he finds your hand underneath the duvet, and he holds it to the angry scars on his chest and he squeezes it tight.

Me: Goddammit 😰

*sews a rubber glove to a long sock and stuffs it with cotton balls, then staples it to the body of the pillow b-ball scarecrow*

Perfect!! 👩‍🎨

you hear an accidental "see you tonight, doll!" slip past his lips

Me, thinking this is a “Lars and the Real Girl” type of situation: oh cute, he gave scarecrow a name! I mean kind of unoriginal….but his brain is like super fried so who am I to judge 😐

You run every morning

Me:

You yearn for him to kiss you and sometimes when it's just the two of you, it looks as if he's just about to do it

Fic: becomes romantic

Me: *packing my bags* welp, my work here is done. Peace out y’all ✌️

Lol jk I’m still reading the rest I just don’t know how to interact anymore, haha. (Not in a bad way, I still enjoy the content and think it’s interesting but like emotionally I’m out of my depth so I’ll just switch to spectator mode…Omg and I feel this sounds like I’m implying the author didn’t do a good job but it’s the opposite

😓

irl I’m not really a romantic relationship person (OP, after having read the entirety of the pillow scarecrow saga: what? No waaaay /sarcasm) and I try to uh, like gain understanding of that perspective by reading if that makes sense? So I’m still along for the ride except now I’m like taking notes in the margins instead of live tweeting memes 😅)

Author: so what you’re saying is… the more romantic content I have in the fic… the fewer unhinged comments u will leave? Interesting… 😏

Sam mockingly calls you his girlfriend and when Bucky finally takes the bait and one day snaps that you're not his girlfriend, Sam smirks triumphantly.

Comical misunderstanding on my part lol - on the first read I thought u meant Sam calls reader his (Sam’s) gf in an attempt to make Bucky jealous and admit his attraction to reader, and then one day Bucky snaps and is like “Sam stfu she’s not ur gf”

But then u wrote

"But you want her to be," he says with a shit-eating grin,

And I was like *record scratch noise* wait what? Sam is telling Bucky that he (Bucky) wants reader to be Sam’s gf??? So I realized I made a processing error and Sam was saying reader is Bucky’s gf

My programmer: yes!!! Good job! You’re right on track to pass that Turing test!!🤖

Bucky doesn't like the sound of fireworks so

Don’t these sound exactly like gunshots tho? But I guess maybe he doesn’t like gunshots either or his super ears can tell the difference?

his head meets your shoulder

Procter & Gamble CEO: and that kids, is how we came up with America's #1 dandruff shampoo brand! 💆‍♀️💆💆‍♂️🧴

"Hi doll," he says softly,

Me: wow wtf do I really look that much like the pillow b-ball scarecrow? I mean I put a lot of work into the concept but it’s meant to be used at night so I didn’t really focus on the visuals. I’m low key offended rn tbh

His eyes scan over your face and he takes a step closer

Bucky: did you… change your makeup or something? Get a haircut? Idk I just feel like your head is usually more round and orange???

and when he finally finds your mouth again and slowly slips his tongue inside, you know you've both found your way home.

Company guy: ok team, so the customer feedback we’ve been getting on our new GPS system has been…mixed. Here’s the gist of what people dislike:

the way in which the directions are delivered is too personal

2-3 months is an unreasonable amount of time to wait before the product provides directions to your house

The daily exercise requirement and nightly care routine to charge up the device is overwhelming and too time consuming

In addition, several people were displeased that the exercise gear for running was not included in the package, although this is explicitly stated in the directions

We’ve also gotten some feedback about wanting the product to have different hairstyle and clothing options

Many men say they feel uncomfortable using the product as the experience is too intimate

On the plus side, we’ve had a handful of 💫glowing reviews from men and women, but they seem to focus on the experience of learning how to use the product rather than the final GPS results it delivers…🤔

Nevertheless, some of these customers are requesting variations of this GPS system that will provide them with directions to work, the grocery store, and various other locations, but I think our main goal should be to polish up the current model.

What do you guys think???

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Lmao if u read this entire thing idk, u are a brave and tolerant soul and I hope baphomet blesses you (dw, I’ll mention it to him at our next coven meeting)

Ty for writing such a great piece and sharing it w us 💗

(Weird personal anecdote below that u are free to skip bc idk if it’s relevant at all lmao)

idk if I was able to really express this in my “comments” bc sincerity is not my strong suit, but by the end it kind of made me feel a bit sentimental lol.

Like… think the combination of how you portrayed reader’s devotion to Bucky/Bucky warming up to reader/and a little bit of my insistence on doubling down on the pillow scarecrow joke that definitely went on for too long, made me think of this old timey comedy ballet called “Coppélia”.

I saw this when I was so where btwn 7-10 years old and my memory ain’t shit, so it’s one of the few clear memories I have from that time period 😂(the others are like, deadass eating a cigarette on the beach, breaking my arm and losing colour vision for an hour, etc).

Anyway, as a kid I was somehow waaay more emotional aware and empathetic than I am as an adult now, and I remember like, bawling in the theatre bc I thought this shit was real (ie. it was re-telling of a true story that actually happened.

(spoilers for this ballet below lol)

I didn’t catch that Swanhilda pulled a fast one on the doctor and switched clothes w/ Coppélia (the doll), and I thought she legit allowed herself to be sacrificed for her soul to “reanimate” Coppélia, so that fuck boi Franz could be with the girl he “loved” (even though Swan had feelings for Franz too).

So in my mind, I was like, wow, this girl gave up her life to animate this doll that her crush thought was real??? That’s so selfless and the dude didn’t even know she sacrificed herself like that!!!! It was a truly altruistic act 😭

Ya so my dumbass had an emotional breakdown for some reason and I guess I never looked up the real plot until I was in university or something, so I went YEARS with this tragic story on my head and when we had to read stuff like “Romeo & Juliet” or “A Tale of Two Cities” at school I was throughly unimpressed bc I was like no, the doll sacrifice ballet did it BETTER!!!😡😡😡 (even tho thinking about it now, tale of two cities is the more tragic story haha)

The way u wrote how reader was consistently there to support Bucky without pushing her own feelings on him somehow unlocked that memory in my head and I was like wow, I used to have a lot of feelings that I haven’t felt in a while, and it made me nostalgic in a good way. 🥲

Anyway haha whatever good talk, thanks for the story.

The Way Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: On how you help Bucky find peace in his new life

Words: 1.5K

Fluff, fluff and pure fluff 💕

- Bucky is quiet at first. Follows Steve around like a lost puppy, doesn't really say much. Still, you can tell that he’s kind. That he isn't what the papers make him out to be.

- The entire team welcomes him with open arms, wants to make him feel at home, but Bucky still keeps to himself. Stays in his room and only comes out when Steve forces him to join the rest of them for dinner. Doesn't say anything apart from the occasional quiet "it's okay" to his best friend or the half-snarled snarky comment he can't hold back when Sam says something he thinks is dumb. But in between, he's quiet. Completely silent, really.

- You've caught him looking at you a few times, and you've seen the unwelcome, pointed elbow Sam shoves between his ribs when you walk into the room, but when you send Bucky a smile in return, he always looks away and goes about his business as if nothing's happened. Maybe a little more irritated at Sam and his wiggling eyebrows than before, but that's it.

- One early morning, after you've already tied your shoes, you go to the kitchen for a glass of water before your daily run. Not expecting anybody to be up at these hours, you're surprised to see Bucky sitting at the counter staring daggers at the cup of coffee in front of him. "Bad night," he explains without looking away from his mug and you suggest that he should come for a run with you. That it always helps when you have too many thoughts in your head. "No thanks. It's okay. It'll be better tomorrow,” he says quietly while tapping his finger on the rim of the mug.

- But the next few mornings, you find him occupying the exact same chair by the kitchen counter.

- By the fourth morning, he's not in his normal hoodie and sweats, but has changed into what you recognise as Steve's running gear. "Steve said I should go with you," he says hesitantly and waits for you to tell him that your invitation was nothing but a joke. But it wasn't. So you smile and tell him he's more than welcome.

- You meet up in the kitchen every morning for several weeks without uttering a single word to each other apart from "good morning," and "great run today".

- And you run. Every day. No matter the weather, no matter what kind of night Bucky has had. It does him good. The colour in his cheeks comes back, his hair looks healthier, and sometimes, you even catch him running with a smile on his lips, his eyes closed as he savours the smell of nature waking up around him.

- It slowly transgresses from "great run today" to "see you tomorrow" to "see you later".

- He starts nodding his head when he passes you by in the hallway, and he gives you a shy 'hi' when he sits down for dinner (much to Sam's smirking delight), but your favourite part of the day is still when he stands in the middle of the dark kitchen, awkwardly waving and saying 'good morning'.

- You love your runs. You love your time together with Bucky. He seems happier. Almost carefree. But things don't really speed up until two months in.

- It's 1.30 a.m when you wake up to muffled screams coming from Bucky's room down the corridor. Steve's out on a mission so without bothering to pull on some pants, you run towards the screams that only grow louder and louder with each step.

- After several minutes in Bucky's room, you finally manage to wake him up. He looks horrified, scared of his own shadow, of himself, of you, but when you touch a hand to his damp face and remind him where he is, his breathing finally slows. You ground him, and he puts his arms around your waistline, and he holds you close, and he cries. Like you've never seen anyone cry before. He fists your pyjama shirt, and you stroke him over his hair and assure him that everything's okay. That he's safe. That he's home. That he isn't alone. And you repeat your words with your fingers raking over his scalp until his grip finally releases its hold on your crinkled pyjamas and he falls asleep, warm, and safe, and loved in your embrace.

- And because you don't want to overstep, you sneak back to your own bed.

- The next morning, he isn't in the kitchen.

- Instead, you find him in his room. His face is burning red with humiliation, and he can't even look at you when he stutters out an apology. But like the night before, you assure him that everything's alright, that there's no need to apologise and you hand him his running shoes.

- You run and you go about your day as if nothing's happened. He seems grateful for that. It's your little secret.

- Steve doesn't come home for a few days, so you stay on high alert every night and you make sure that Bucky wakes up from his nightmares.

- You usually sneak back to your own room around 3 in the morning but one night, when you think he's fast asleep, you hear two soft words whispered faintly against your neck. Don't go.

- So, you stay. Every night. Even after Steve comes back from his mission.

- Bucky still doesn't say much, but one night, right before he drifts off, he finds your hand underneath the duvet, and he holds it to the angry scars on his chest and he squeezes it tight. "You make me feel human again," he whispers and closes his eyes. Not sure what to say, you just press in against his innocent, wretched heart while trying to hold back the tears.

- One evening, when you bid the people in the living room goodnight, you hear an accidental "see you tonight, doll!" slip past his lips. Not sure if Steve's eyes are about to tumble out of their sockets due to Bucky's accidental confession or the old-fashioned nickname, you cannot help but laugh a little. Bucky gulps uncomfortably as if he's somehow said something upsetting, but at least he doesn't look away when Sam smirkingly elbows him in the side.

- "What? No doll today?" you ask him with a raised eyebrow when he merely says "mornin'" the day after his blunder. His cheeks turn a dusted shade of pink but it's the first time you hear him chuckle.

- You run every morning, and you eat dinner together with the rest of the team in the evenings, and you sleep in his bed at night. He's suddenly not as quiet anymore. Still reserved, yes, but he laughs along to jokes, and he always enters the room with a smile on his face. Doesn't shy away from conversation any longer.

- You yearn for him to kiss you and sometimes when it's just the two of you, it looks as if he's just about to do it, but hesitation always gets the best of him, and he manages to stop himself before he's even taken the first step. And you don't want to push him.

- Sam mockingly calls you his girlfriend and when Bucky finally takes the bait and one day snaps that you're not his girlfriend, Sam smirks triumphantly. "But you want her to be," he says with a shit-eating grin, and you pretend not to overhear that Bucky doesn't really have a great comeback to that.

- It all escalates on the night of Steve's birthday. Bucky doesn't like the sound of fireworks so the two of you have volunteered to clean up after dinner while the others are visiting the lake nearby.

- You're in the midst of clearing the table, when you suddenly feel Bucky's arms snake around your waist, and his head meets your shoulder. "Hi doll," he says softly, and you lean your head against his chest and entangle your fingers with his while you sway back and forth to his favourite song playing in the background.

- "There's something I have to tell you," he muses quietly and tilts your head with an index finger placed underneath your chin. His eyes scan over your face and he takes a step closer to your anticipating body while the hand he has placed over your stomach travels to your waistline.

- "I'm crazy about you," he finally whispers in a heartfelt confession, and you feel the love pour out of his words, his touch, his rapid heartbeat that is pressed to your spine. "- I haven't felt this way since before the war -" his soft eyes are drawing you in, his lips mere inches away, and you let him pull you closer, closer, closer. "Sweetheart, I want you to be mine..."

- You don't answer. You just turn around in his arms and you stand on your tiptoes and let yourself be engulfed by his soft lips as you finally reach for him.

- Your hands are buried in his long hair and while you're surrounded by dirty pans and plates stacked high on the kitchen table beside you, he trails his wet mouth all the way down your throat. He nibbles and sucks and kisses at your burning skin, and when he finally finds your mouth again and slowly slips his tongue inside, you know you've both found your way home.

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes #obscenely long comment lol #gross actually #yuck why do I do this to people lmao

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