#and idek how it looked last time but here we go

[icallhimjoey]

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Ohhh can we get a soft pyjama and glasses Joey? Like him wearing the combo for the first time because it’s a new relationship and we looooove it. Or us stealing the shirt after freaky time. Or idek! The possibilities!

soft pyjama and glasses joey, at your service Wordcount: 2.1K

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Not A Wink

“Wait, can you… wait here. Wait, no. Just. Yea… wait here and, also, um... yea, maybe... maybe close your eyes a second…” you pushed Joe away from your closed bedroom door, two hands to his chest.

Joe took hold of both of them as he laughed, easily letting you push him back, stepping backwards down the hall.

“What are you hiding in there that I can’t see?”

You were having a hard time hiding your own smile.

“No, nothing, I just… I’ve got to just check something, quickly. Just in case. Wait here.”

You were the cutest girl he’d ever met. Joe couldn’t quite believe he was allowed into the home of the cutest girl he’d ever met.

“Close your eyes.” You insisted, and Joe couldn’t help laugh more, his arms stretching as you walked back to your bedroom, touching until you were out of reach.

“I can’t see anything from here!”

“Close your eyes!”

Joe gave you a deadpan stare, shoulders dropping, but joy never leaving his face. When you waited by the door, hand on the handle, and looked at him in silence for a moment, he rolled his eyes and finally complied.

“It’ll just be a second,” you said, your smile evident in your voice.

Joe heard a door open, then soft footsteps, some light shuffling, and then silence. He wondered if he was going to be able to tell what needed a last minute wipe down. As if he was going to care about a crease in your bedsheets. You should see his bedroom…

“Okay, ready. You can open your eyes.”

Joe’d been a good boy and had really kept his eyes closed. When he opened them, it was to you stood in your doorway, both hands behind your back, biting down on your bottom lip as you smiled.

Cutest girl in the world.

“Yea? Am I allowed in?”

Joe got to see your bedroom exactly as you wanted it to look every day, but how you never managed to leave it. With everything in its place, no dirty laundry on the floor, no clothes on the clothes-chair, no half-empty mugs on the bedside table and, most importantly, the bed made.

You never made your bed. You’d do it once when you changed the sheets, and then left a rumpled mess behind when you rushed out of bed after sleeping through your alarm each morning.

“Wow,” Joe said, overdoing it a tad, just to fuck with you. “This looks like a hotel room.”

It didn’t. Not really.

“Thanks.” You smiled, ignoring his humorous tone and taking the compliment as if he’d really meant it. When you looked at him, you saw how his gaze had landed on where you slept in your bed. He pointed a finger as he raised his eyebrows.

“Is this from where you send me voice notes every night?” Joe took a step forward, his eyes on you as his index finger still pointed at your pillow.

You nodded, teeth digging into your lip. It was impossible to lose your smile.

“This is…” Joe started, looking at your bed for a moment, scanning the sheets and trying to picture you in that spot. No make-up, pyjamas on. Face in your pillow, phone in hand. In a short while, he wasn’t going to have to imagine that anymore. “This is sort of strange, isn’t it?” Joe mused, turning his face to see you stood in your doorway still.

“Why?” you asked, watching on as Joe sat down on top of the covers, acting like he just took a seat on a throne which made you giggle. “You’re making it strange.”

“It’s like I’m visiting a famous landmark.”

You grinned as you watched him sensibly bounce on your mattress a couple of times, getting a feel for it.

“It is like visiting a famous landmark.” You joked, and then quickly added. “Don’t leave a Google review though, I move around a lot in my sleep and I couldn’t bear the negative feedback.”

Joe laughed as he got back up, couldn’t help his arms reaching out to grab hold of you as your face beamed with pride at making Joe laugh like that. You bit your lips so hard, you nearly drew blood.

For a moment you just stood like that. Close. Holding each other, faces just inches removed, twin smiles about to burst. You weren’t going to get a wink of sleep this night.

“Did you um,” you cast your eyes down to his button-down shirt. To his jeans. “Did you bring a more comfortable outfit?”

Joe raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking if I brought my pyjamas?”

“Were you planning on watching a film in jeans?”

Ha, he thought. A film. If he’d got the chance, he’d be watching you more than he’d be watching any film this evening. His eyes tended to stick to you with too much ease.

Like right now.

“Or is this a no-bottoms sort of evening?” you challenged light-heartedly.

Joe’s eyes scanned your face a moment as he grinned.

“I brought pyjamas.” He then said, leaning down a little in hopes of sneaking a kiss.

You let him sneak one without any fuss. Warm lips of a warm smile to warm lips of a warm smile.

“In your overnight bag?” you teased, having made a big deal of the backpack he’d walked in with earlier, before dinner.

“In my overnight bag.” Joe didn’t mind how the simple fact that he brought some things over was somehow entertainment he was providing you with. It was either that, or the bad puns he’d make, and a giggle at a pair of soft pyajama bottoms didn’t feel quite as embarrassing as an awkward joke would likely make him feel.

Joe was told to change whilst you made your way into the bathroom to take your make-up off.

You felt real butterflies about the prospect of having Joe over properly for the first time ever. This was the first time you had made plans that extended to the next morning. This was going to be more than just some raunchy touching in your living room before he’d leave just before or just after midnight to go sleep in his own bed.

You were going to be wearing pyjamas around each other.

Brush your teeth in your bathroom before you’d crawl into bed together.

Prepare and have breakfast in your kitchen the next morning.

You swiped a cotton round over your eyes and heard Joe move around in your flat. Just him existing on his own in your space made your stomach flip. Halfway through your facial cleanse, Joe suddenly appeared behind you, and for a moment, you smiled at each other in the mirror. He was still in his button down, but his jeans had been replaced with a pair of faded black joggers. For a moment you thought maybe he had a question about something, but before you could even ask, he stepped forward and casually placed a dark blue toiletry bag next to the sink.

So domestic.

You refrained from opening it and having a peek inside as you finished up in the bathroom, hair tied up, face clean and bare. You made your way back to your bedroom to change into your own pyjamas and found evidence of Joe left behind. His charger in the socket on the side of the bed where he’d be sleeping. His backpack to the side. His clothes semi folded in a messy pile on the dresser.

Looking at all of Joe’s things in your bedroom with the background noise of him pottering about in your kitchen made you smile so much, you wondered when your cheeks were going to grow sore.

So domestic.

“What do you want to drink?” he called across your flat, and earlier, when Joe had offered you a drink in your own home, it had solely been to make you laugh. This time, it didn’t feel so much like a joke as it felt like he genuinely wanted to do something nice for you. Get you a drink so you wouldn’t have to get it yourself. A simple sweet gesture that probably wasn’t meant to make you feel the way it did.

There were so many things about the beginnings of a new relationship that you didn’t like.

The risk of letting a new person into your life wasn’t lost on you. Letting someone in too quick, too soon. Revealing too much of yourself too quick, too soon. The vulnerability that opened you up to the possiblity to get hurt...

Scary stuff.

But the excitement of it all? The constant uncontrollable smile you couldn’t seem to wipe off your face. The butterflies wreaking havoc inside of your stomach. Giggly breathlessness that turned nerves into excitement. The way all of it could make you feel lightheaded in the good way?

Fucking gold.

With your body in a soft cosy outfit, you found Joe in your kitchen wearing an outfit not unlike your own. For a fraction of a second, the nervous thought of Joe getting to see you in your factory settings crossed your mind.

But then you saw his glasses.

Joe hadn’t yet worn his glasses in front of you, and stood here in your living area now, in a cream-coloured cotton long-sleeved shirt, you couldn’t help the way that made your eyebrows pinch together.

How could a man look sexy and adorable at the same time?

“Glass of–... uh oh,” Joe turned around holding up a freshly opened bottle of wine, but stopped mid-sentece when he saw your expression. “Sorry, was I not meant to–”

“No, no!” you cut him off, and tried your very best to keep the laugh that bubbled up inside. “No, that’s– yes. Yes. That’s fine, yea. I would love a glass, thanks.”

Joe frowned a little in confusion, eyes narrowing, but his smile unwavering.

“It’s just,” you hestitated telling him. Thought maybe he wouldn’t appreciate what you considered to be a genuine compliment.

“Just... a bottle of wine that you were saving for a special occassion that I wasn’t meant to open?” Joe made a face, and it was becoming a little bit embarrassing at how easily he had you in stitches. “Or what?”

“No,” you laughed, and Joe couldn’t help the slight muddled huff of laughter that escaped his nose. This really wasn’t helping the cute allegations. “No, it’s just that,” you tried again, grabbing two glasses from a cabinet and placing them down in front of Joe. “You look...”

Before you finished that sentence, you let your eyes dance over him. The flash of selfconsiousness across his face only endeared him more to you.

“A mess?”

“Cute.”

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were expecting, but you definitely didn’t think the comment was going to make Joe blush so fiercely. Hadn’t anticipated him turning slightly shy as he put the bottle down, dropped his head to his shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut whilst an arm reached to pull you in.

“Sorry,” you said through a giggle as you got trapped into a tight hug.

“Stealing my compliments now, are we?”

“I think it’s the glasses,” you gladly accepted the firmly pressed kisses to the top of your head.

“You think?” Joe pulled back a little and adjusted them on his nose as he looked at you through the lenses.

“Yea, I do.” You smiled, peering up at him, hoping that if you smiled and looked at his lips for long enough, he’d get the hint.

He did get the hint, but didn’t give you what you were asking for before he got both his hands on your face, both thumbs on your cheeks, both pinkies hooking your jaw.

“Guess I’ll keep them on then.” Joe managed to say through a kiss, and he said it like he’d be doing you a favour.

Which, he would be, actually. But he was joking, so you laughed against his mouth, and the giggle made Joe want to eat you alive. Swallow you whole. Squeeze your bodies together until they weren’t able to ever unstick again.

There was an open bottle of wine on the counter next to you, a TV waiting for someone to press play on its remote, and a bed eager for two bodies to occupy it all the way until the morning.

But Joe was kissing a cute girl in her kitchen, glasses bumping into her nose, and felt no rush to move out of the hold you had on him.

Cutest girl in the world.

Yea, he wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep this night.

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[5iyoomi]

Thangyu NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: poly!thangyu x fem!reader, they're probably so ooc here I'm so sorry, not proofread I'm posting this at 4 am, mentions of drugs & alcohol, implied dubcon/under-negotiated kink in one part, somnophilia, just general smut stuff A/N: FINALLY POSTING AFTER 20 YEARS LMAO. If this sucks don't @ me the last time I wrote was idek how long ago now

nsfw under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

☆ If we’re being real here aftercare with them heavily depends on how they’re feeling…. But either way it’s pretty minimal, especially considering one of them practically falls asleep immediately (Thanos). Nam-gyu will make sure you’re all cleaned up and run you a bath if he feels like dealing with the mess right after. 

Thanos on the other hand takes it upon himself to cuddle up to you, long limbs entangled with yours as he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek or forehead and murmurs sweet nothings you can’t make out half the time.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

☆ Both of them are tits men, it doesn’t matter if they’re big or small, they don’t give a shit. Even in a non-sexual manner, Thanos just likes to keep his hands under your shirt since he tends to run cold and it’s one of many excuses to be close to you. 

Nam-gyu isn’t as vocal about it but he doesn’t try to hide it. Whether it’s with an arm slung around your shoulder and his palm brushing your breasts, or full on touching you if he thinks another guy’s getting too close for comfort, you’ve gotten used to the constant feeling of hands on you.

On that note, Thanos’ favorite body part is his hands. He doesn’t necessarily get full on manicures, but he does take good care of them. He adores how big they are compared to yours and even Nam-gyu’s. The mere sight of his thick fingers wrapped around your smaller wrists never fails to make him dizzy.

If Nam-gyu had to choose, he’d say his hair. He likes when you tug at it while he eats you out because then he knows he’s doing something right. He gets greedy with it, guiding you to run your fingers through his hair just for the hell of it sometimes, or (not so) begrudgingly saying yes when you ask to braid it or put it in a ponytail.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

☆ Both of these freaks like to cum inside you and watch it spill out of you but especially Nam-gyu. There’s something about marking his territory that gets the raven-haired man off, because only he and Thanos get to fill you up to their heart's content. 

If there’s time for a quickie he’ll go about his day with a smug look on his face knowing you’re walking around dripping his and Thanos’ seed into your underwear. That if anyone were to flirt with you you’d be reminded that no one satisfies you like they do.

Thanos likes how it glistens on you after you blow him and let him cum on your face, using his thumb to further smear it on your skin until you’re whining in protest. It’s his way of staking his claim, in a way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

☆ Thanos likes to make you come at least twice in your panties that way he has something to jerk himself off with when he knows you won’t be around for a while. He’ll inhale the scent of you with a tight fist around his cock, thinking about how cute you looked with his fingers pressing down on your puffy clit.

As much of a dominant streak as Nam-gyu has it’s almost laughably easy to flip the roles on him. Almost. You have to catch him when he has his guard down, which is usually right after you have sex or when he’s too high to realize what you’re trying to do. 

He doesn’t let it happen very often, and he won’t admit how much he likes it, but having you ride and praise/degrade him while Thanos watches is a guilty pleasure of his.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

☆ We all know both of them were up to some freaky shit in club pentagon like c’mon… And they can both be assholes but they’re hot and they know it, they 100% know how to please a girl. 

They aren’t the most experienced in serious relationships and romantic stuff, but they’ve had random hook-ups and one night stands before. You’re in good hands, literally and metaphorically.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

☆ If they’re in the mood to use you like a ragdoll, they’ll put you in doggy style with your hands tied behind your back so one of them can fuck you into the mattress while the other uses your throat. 

Otherwise their favorite is missionary. Not only can they watch every expression you pull while you’re blissed out and the way they sink into your warm heat with every thrust, but it’s easier to manhandle you like that, pushing your thighs up to your chest or pulling you into a needy kiss.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

☆ They’re more talkative and energetic when they’re high but I can’t see either of them cracking that many jokes during it in general. There might be a few here and there with both of them chuckling to each other, but they’re mostly serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

☆ I think it’d be absolutely hilarious if Thanos dyed his pubes purple but for the sake of discussion the carpet technically matches the drapes, it’s all natural color down there baby. He trims but still has a nice little happy trail that starts at his navel and leads down to his dick (he’s sensitive there, too. Do with that information what you will.)

Nam-gyu is more well groomed but he doesn’t care to fully shave, it’s less of a hassle that way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

☆ They fuck you like they hate you but their actions give away how much they truly love you. Nam-gyu will tuck strands of hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face and trace comforting circles against your ankles while he has you bent over. 

A more sober, softer Thanos makes sure you’re okay when they’re being particularly rough. Either way, neither of them like being too far away from you for too long anyways, and you know they mean it when they say ‘I love you’ because they aren’t doing it just to say it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

☆ 90% of the time they don’t see the point because they have you, so what’s the point when they have a girlfriend that’s just as willing? On the rare occasion you’re not an option and they can’t get to each other they’ll scroll through the pictures and videos they’ve got of you and make it work.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

☆ This goes back to the hand thing but Thanos likes choking. He never puts too much pressure on you, his grip loose enough that you can usually push him off if you want or need to, but the power trip makes him impossibly harder. 

The veins in his hands bulge where they’re wrapped around your neck, and the slight sting of pain from your nails leaving moon-shaped indents on his forearms? He’s a goner.

Nam-gyu has a huge thing for somnophilia. It probably happens one night when he can’t sleep; he’s too lazy to get himself off but turned on enough that he can’t get back to sleep. 

Thanos is a deep sleeper, and he’s about to try to wake you up when he sees how peaceful you look: the soft rise and fall of your chest, lashes fluttering and the strap of your shirt falling off one of your shoulders. 

You groggily wake up to him pressed up behind your back, your panties pulled to the side as he uses your slick to slide his cock between your thighs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

☆ Literally anywhere inside of your shared apartment but they’ll never do it in any public setting hands down. Both of them are possessive and jealous, they wouldn’t even risk someone else being able to see you at your most vulnerable. Screw the neighbors that have to listen to you scream every night.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

☆ Just you, really. You dressing up pretty in lingerie does wonders too, but they aren’t picky when it comes to you and they definitely don’t need anything special. Pray that YOU can keep up with THEIR libido, actually.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

☆ Seriously hurting you is a no-no. They’re up to trying anything once if you or either of them wanna try something new to spice it up in the bedroom, but there’s a certain line they won’t cross. 

If they choke or slap you in any way it’s because you asked for it, and they’ll make up some sort of safe word or action like tapping them three times if you need them to stop/slow down.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

☆ Service doms? Nah, they eat you out for their pleasure. They don’t care if you’re shaking and pushing them away from you because you’ve lost count of how much you’ve come, these two get drunk on the taste of your pussy. 

They both have long fingers that curl just right to hit your sweet spot dead on, and Thanos’ are thicker, too. That paired with their rings and they’ll have you crying for them. Don’t get them wrong, they won’t argue if you get on your knees and pull on the waistband of their pants instead.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

☆ They do both! They can fuck you so hard and fast you’re seeing stars afterwards or they can take their time with you, pouring all their desperation and want into making love to you. They’ll never call it that, though, but you know they’re secretly saps.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

☆ They’re always down. There will genuinely not be a time you ask them, even if you have to be somewhere within the next 5 minutes, that they say no. They might not happen often but if a quick session can sate all of you for long enough then running a little late is more than worth it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

☆ Back to them being disgustingly possessive they aren’t big risk takers in the sense of doing it anywhere semi-public or straight up public, but they’ll always experiment. In their mind, if they already know your body like the back of their own hands, why not play around with things that’ll enhance the experience? 

They start out simple with handcuffs, and if you’re up for it they might introduce toys too. They don’t mind stuff like anal either.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

☆ They could go all night if they wanted to, but Thanos doesn’t last very long with the amount of stimulation unless he’s purposefully trying to edge you or himself. Nam-gyu has a bit more stamina being younger than him, so if Thanos gets tired he’ll keep himself busy pleasuring you while Nam-gyu uses your cunt.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

☆ Not many, they have handcuffs and rope that they’ll use to restrain you sometimes. They have a paddle that they’ll break out to use on you if they’re feeling mean, but not crazy often.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

☆ Nam-gyu is the fucking KING of teasing you oh my god. He’ll finger you and ignore your clit for hours, stopping when you clench around him because he knows you’re close. 

He’ll hold your hips down so you can’t grind against him while you’re sitting on his lap and making out, signaling Thanos to run his hands up and down your sides and pressing feather-light kisses to the nape of your neck but nothing more.

Thanos likes to tease you from time to time, but usually it’s more torture for him to hold back from sliding into you than it is for you to feel him slipping the tip just past your tight walls before pulling back out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

☆ In general neither of them are exactly loud, but they’re not quiet either. They’ll grunt and pant in your ear, deep, guttural moans that send shivers up your spine.

If you’re topping Nam-gyu (or Thanos) he’s more loud, but he’ll try to bite down on his tongue or bottom lip to contain his whines and whimpers. You’ll have to force a thumb between his teeth if you wanna hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

☆ They’ll occasionally smoke weed or drink before they fuck you because it’s a different kind of high from their usual drugs, and they won’t force you to do it but if you do wanna try they like to shotgun the smoke directly into your mouth and then kiss you. 

It usually starts with Nam-gyu teasing you about your apprehension, then being surprised when you climb onto his lap and ask for a hit. He’ll give Thanos that look, then pull you in by your chin and tell you to open. 

The simple but direct command has you clenching your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

☆ Thanos is about average but he’s thick and veiny (and he’d be uncircumcised hear me out). His dick also curves slightly to the right. That’s ALL I’m saying about him otherwise I won’t shut up. Second more in-depth post later maybe.

Nam-gyu’s isn’t as thick but he’s longer than Thanos, reaching into the deepest parts of you and stretching you out with ease.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

☆ Let’s just say high. They’re both already always horny separately, but together you’ll be lucky to get any sleep.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

☆ Light sleeper Nam-gyu 🤝 Deep sleeper Thanos. Very much self explanatory but Thanos will be out like a light within minutes, meanwhile Nam-gyu likes to wait until you’re both asleep to really get comfortable anyway <3

[howdoyouknowaboutgandalf]

I knew her once.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2k-3k ish

Disclaimer! Apologies for any grammatical errors or repetitive verbiage.

Background (NOT CANON): Bucky is brought back to the Avengers compound after the events of CATWS

Plot summary: Bucky is slowing coming too again, remembering himself, remembering Steve. He feels a strange, magnetic connection to a woman who recently joined the Avengers, Y/n, a super soldier, like Steve and himself. Unbeknownst to him, Steve and the woman know exactly why Bucky feels connected to her.

Based on this anon:

Written in both readers and Bucky’s pov.

*Thoughts are in italics*

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Y/n’s POV

March 1st, 1945

Two months. Two months since Bucky was killed in action. Two months a widow. Two months since I asked Erksine to make me like Steve, to make me useful. What good am I if I let Bucky’s death be for nothing? That's how I ended up on this bomber. Steve is on the radio with a woman, but I only caught a snippet, of Steve saying, “There isn’t going to be a landing.”, and “I’ve gotta put her in the water.”. This is it. This is the end of Schmidt’s plan. If only Bucky could know. Floating in my mind, are Bucky’s last words to me, “I will see you soon, I love you.”. Now I know he was right, I will see him soon. I see the water now. See you soon my love.

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Fall 2014

It has been three years since Steve and Y/n were found in the ice. In the time since then, they have found adjustment to modern times. Both have been recruited to the Avengers, and are living in the compound. Bucky, who Steve found as the Winter soldier, has been brought to the compound is well. When the news was broken to Y/n, she refused to believe it. It took a while, a lot of convincing that it was him, for her to finally accept that it was Bucky. He has been in quarantine while doctors work with him to remember who he is, and it’s established that he is safe to be around. They have decided on a day for him to be integrated with the group, for him to start adjusting; tomorrow.

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Y/n’s pov

After a meeting about Bucky, how to address him, talk to him, and make him feel comfortable, I went to find Steve.

“Steve? Can I talk to you?” He turned around to face me, “Of course. Are you alright?”, he responded. “I’m… okay. I was going to mention something to you, about Bucky.” Steve nodded for me to continue. “I think we should keep me and Bucky’s past from him until he adjusts, and maybe never at all. I think it should be up to him to remember, and if he doesn’t, then we can start over. I know he has seen you, and remembers you, but he doesn’t know me. And truthfully, I don’t know him anymore either. I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring it up.” Steve pauses for a moment, taking in what I said before asking, “Are you sure you can handle that? Pretending you don’t know him?”. It’s not about me, it’s about Bucky. I reminded myself. “Yes. I can.” I say it more to myself than to Steve. “I won’t mention it.”, he seems upset to say it. “Thank you, Steve.”

The next day…

I saw Bucky in passing, on the way to his newly established quarters. I couldn’t bring my eye to really look at him. Steve wants to bring him to us individually, to introduce us to him. I don’t know if I can handle it. Steve told me a few hours ago, so I can only assume my turn is coming. Maybe if I hide out in my room, Steve won’t bring him here, I thought moments before two gentle knocks on my door. “Y/n? May we come in?” Damn it Steve. I said yes anyway. “Stay out here for a minute, okay?”, I hear Steve say quietly. Steve came in the room, pushing the door behind him, “I want you to know what to expect. He hasn’t really spoken to anyone but me today. He mostly nods, but I think he is making progress. Can I go get him now?” I could only nod. Steve turned to the door and stepped outside for a second. I stood up, smoothing my hair, which got a little messy from me pulling on it in my prior stressed state. Soon, they both entered. Steve began to introduce me, “Bucky, this is Y/n. She is enhanced, like we are. But what’s really enhanced is her baking skills”, he chuckled. Bucky’s face remained the same, lips not even twitching. Steve continued talking, but I stopped paying attention to examine the man standing in front of me. He looked like himself, but there was so much about his appearance that was odd to me. The bags under his eyes, is outgrown hair, he was taller than I remember, broader. His demeanor was the most off-putting, unmoving, almost frightened appearance, shy even. That’s not my Bucky, I remember thinking. After Steve had finished his rant, I let out a small, “It’s nice to meet you.”, to which Bucky barely nodded. Then they left the room. All I could do was break down. They had broken him. That wasn’t my husband, my charismatic, confident, happy husband.

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Bucky’s pov

Steve led me away from the woman, Y/n’s, door. There was something about her that was comforting to me, familiar. Steve said it was late, and took me to my room. I lied down in my bed, too soft, I couldn’t sleep. I thought about the woman, how she reminded me of someone.

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A few weeks later

Bucky has started opening up to Steve more, remembering. Natasha has even gotten him to speak to her a little, and she would even call them friends. Y/n has kept her distance. Afraid to be alone with him, to be upset. Bucky still thinks about her often, still perplexed by her.

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Bucky’s pov

It’s evening, and I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Entering the hallway, I hear humming, a pleasant sound, but a tune I didn’t recognize. I turned the corner, and Y/n was there, leaning over the stove.

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Y/n’s pov

I was in the kitchen, making myself a grilled cheese, bland, I know, but it reminds me of simpler times. I heard footsteps, so I looked over my shoulder. It was Bucky. This is the first time I will have been in a room alone with him since he came to live here, since ‘45 even. I couldn’t bring myself to just ignore him. I turned to find him by the sink, filling a glass of water. He was dressed simply, comfortably, in an era of clothes I had never seen him in. It was surreal, and strange. “Hi.”, I said softly. Bucky turned to face me, and I could tell he tried to smile at me, but all he managed was a twitch on the left side of his mouth. “I was making myself some dinner.”, I spoke, and Bucky nodded once in response. “Are you hungry?”, I asked him. Why am I still talking? I thought. Bucky shrugged. Again, I couldn’t stop myself from talking, “Can I make you a sandwich?”. I figured if I asked if he wanted one, he would say no. To my surprise, he shook his head yes. I smiled, “I’ll get to it.” It only took a minute to make, and he just stood quietly by the sink. After I had finished making them, I plated his, and handed it to him. He let out a “thank you” so small I thought I just imagined it. This time, it was my turn to only nod in response. He took his sandwich down the hall, back to his room. I’m making progress.

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Bucky’s pov

I sat on my bed, looking at the empty plate. I still can’t get her out of my head. Who is she? She was kind to me. Something about her is drawing me in. I want to be around her. She makes me feel human.

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Y/n’s pov

It’s been a week since I was in the kitchen with him. Every day since, Bucky has been around. He’s still silent. Sometimes I go to common area, and he just appears. I’m working on interacting with him, treating him normally. I try to only ask him yes or no questions, I don’t want to push him. Today is my day to go downstairs and train with Steve. Maybe I can talk to him about all this, ask about Bucky’s progress.

“Hey Steve.”, I said as I bounded into the gym. I look forward to my days in the gym with Steve. “Good morning.”, he seemed happy to see me too. We started with sparring, which went fine, as usual. Then we moved to the bags, Steve was using one while I took sips from my water. I felt all my questions about Bucky sitting on my tongue. “How is Bucky doing?”, I blurted out. Steve smiled faintly before responding, “He’s doing well. I can see a little bit of his old self slipping through. He seems to have taken well to you.”. What does he mean? I only looked at Steve with a bewildered expression. “He’s been looking for you recently, trying to be around you.”. I asked him if Bucky had told him that. “No,” he replied, “but I know him. Even after everything, he’s still Bucky.”. Tears filled my waterline. He may be Bucky, but he isn’t my husband anymore. Steve noticed I was upset, and came to sit next to on the bench. “He is starting to remember small things from our childhoods. Little details. Not the whole picture, but I think he is getting there. He will remember you. I know he will. And it doesn’t hurt that you look the same as you did 70 years ago.”, Steve finished with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. I wiped the few tears that had run down my face. I need Steve to be right.

I headed up to my room to clean up, maybe grab a book afterwards. On the way, I passed Bucky. And he smiled at me. That beautiful smile I missed so much. I almost stopped in my tracks. But I powered on and I continued to my room.

After showering, I realized how hungry I was, so I headed to the kitchen to scour the pantry. I had been looking for a few minutes. I heard footsteps, familiar ones. Bucky and I were in the kitchen again. “Hey Bucky.”, I said without turning around. He still didn’t say anything. I looked over my shoulder. “Am I in your way?” I asked. He shook his head no. He just kind of stood there by the counter next to the sink. Why is he in here then?

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Bucky’s pov

I don’t know why I’m in here. I heard her humming on the way from her room to the kitchen, and I followed her. I watched her grab a snack. She spoke to me again, “I think I’m going to go to the media room and watch a movie… you are welcome to come and join me.” I smiled at her and nodded. She walked away, to go to were she said. I waited a few minutes, and then I went to find her.

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Y/n’s pov

I was scrolling through movies after I made myself comfortable on the couch. Within a few minutes of me being in the media room, Bucky walked in. I really hadn’t expected him to, but he walked over and sat on a chair near the couch I was on. “Is this movie okay with you?” I asked after I settled on one. He showed a small smile and a nod. He stayed the whole movie.

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The silent charade of Y/n going about her business and Bucky always being near went on for a few weeks. The others in the compound were starting to notice, but no one mentioned it. Today the team had a weekly meeting, which led to a disagreement between Y/n and Tony. A small dispute, really not a big deal, but both ended up frustrated and quite loud. At some point, they had ended up standing across from each other, pointing and arguing. The whole thing was stupid, and Steve and Nat had just decided to let them duke it out.

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Y/n’s pov

“That whole thing is a terrible idea!” I yelled. Tony had unsurprisingly pissed me off earlier. I will however admit, that I got a little intense today. Tony yelled back at me, “You aren’t in charge! I am!”. This whole interaction had been going on for probably 20 minutes, but with this yell, Tony stepped closer to me to emphasize his point, not aggressively, but Bucky must have seen it differently. After Tony had walked closer to me and waved his hands in frustration, Bucky strode over and stood in between us with his back to me. He said nothing, but naturally, the fight fizzled out. Why did he do that? I was fine. Me and Tony were just taking, really. “You okay Bucky?”, I heard Steve say from across the room. Bucky nodded, and then walked out of the room. After I watched him leave, I said “Um, Steve? Can I talk to you in a bit?”. Steve looked equally confused to me, “Uh, sure.”.

Steve and I walked to my room. “Do you have any idea what that was?” Steve only shrugged. He opened his mouth and promptly closed it. “Can you go check on him maybe?” I was worried about him. “Yeah, I’ll go talk to him.” Steve replied.

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Bucky’s pov

“Buck? You okay?” I heard Steve say from outside my door. Before I responded, Steve opened the door and came in, and sat next to me. “I’m fine.” I replied. “What was that about?”he asked. I thought about it for a minute. “I don’t know. I thought he got to close.” Steve looked at me, “Too close to Y/n?” I nodded. “You wanted to protect her?” Steve started. I shrugged. “She seems so familiar.” I said. “Well of course she does Buck, we all live together.” Steve said, but he sounded almost uncomfortable. “Thats not what I meant. I feel like I’ve met her before this.” He said nothing back. I tried again, “Steve?”. “I don’t know what to tell you Buck.” he finally responded, but he wouldn’t meet my eye line as he said it. “Can you tell me more about her?” I questioned. “Why don’t you ask her?” Steve seemed dismissive. “Maybe I will.”

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A few days had passed, and though he still was always around, he didn’t inquire further about Y/n.

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Y/n’s pov

Bucky sat a few seats down in the media room. It was around dinner time. I was about to get up to make myself something to eat, when I decided to extend an invitation. “Hey, Bucky?” He looked up at me when I said it. “Wanna come eat dinner with me? I feel like cooking for two tonight.” I tried to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, even though to me, it was. Bucky looked at me for a moment, “Okay.” he said. This is only the second time he’s ever uttered a word to me. “Is pasta okay?” I asked him, that was what I had been planning to make anyway. “That sounds good.” he sounded shy. I buffered for a moment, because I couldn’t believe he said a full sentence. I just turned and headed toward the kitchen.

I was close to done with the pasta, and I heard a soft clank behind me. I turned to see Bucky setting down two plates next to each other. I offered to make him dinner, and he set the table. Maybe he is still my Bucky. My mind flashed back to all those years ago, when he set the table while I made dinner.

I plated the meal, and sat down next to him. “Thank you for setting the table.” I told him. “Thank you for dinner.” He replied, quietly. We began eating quietly. After a few minutes. I heard him clear his throat lightly. I looked over at him just before he asked, “Can I ask you a question?”. Shocked, I only nodded for him to go ahead. “How old are you?” What a strange question. “That’s a tricky question actually.”, I replied. He looked at me, and said nothing, like he was waiting for me to continue. So I did, “I was born in 1920. I went down in the bomber with Steve in ‘45. They found me in 2011. So I guess that makes me around 28.” Bucky’s fork hit his plate. He looked deep in thought. “What’s your last name?” Another weird question. I decided to be honest, try to introduce him to the whole truth. “My maiden name? Or my married name?”, I asked back. He looked at me before quickly replying, “Both.”. Here we go. “My maiden name is Y/l/n,” I paused, “and my married name was Barnes.” With that, I felt my face flush and tears burn my eyes. I got up to clear my plate, and walked quietly to my room.

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Bucky’s pov

I was right. I did know her once. It all came to me then. The pieces I was seeing of her, why she seemed familiar. She was my wife.

I needed to talk to Steve.

I was at his door. “Steve. I need to talk to you.”. Steve opened the door. He seemed nervous. “You knew.” I accused him, “why didn’t you tell me?”. Steve didn’t answer the question, he moved on to ask one of his own, “Did you remember?”. I felt my emotions bubbling. Tears started falling from eyes. I nodded at Steve, and he stepped over to allow me into the room. “I remember her. I remember our first date. I remember proposing. I remember the little wedding. But why didn’t you tell me?”, my voice cracked a l little towards the end. Steve looked near tears as well, “She wanted you to remember on your own. She wanted to give you a chance to start over.”

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Y/n’s pov

Why did I tell him that? That is the opposite of what I wanted to happen, how I wanted him to find out. I bawled on my bed for a while after dinner. I lost my husband years ago, only to find out he is alive, but he’s changed. He isn’t mine. Played like a mantra in my head, trying to remind myself and subsequently making me more upset. I was standing over my sink, splashing my face with cold water in attempts to calm down when I head a knock on my door. I went to open it without thinking about how much of a wreck I looked. It was Bucky. I couldn’t open my mouth to speak. He did in my stead, “I remember you.”. The tears started again. Looking at his tear stained cheeks, I resumed crying, hard. I stepped aside to sit on the edge of my bed, leaving the door open. I felt the bed dip beside me before I heard his voice again, “I remember missing you.”. I glanced over at him to see him crying again too. “I remember loving you.”. After he said that, a broken sob fell from my lips. I had nothing to say. I reached over, and gently took his right hand. We sat for a while, sniffling, tears still falling. Bucky was the first to speak, “I don’t want to start over.”. I smiled, wide, an ugly thing, all teeth and red cheeks and watery eyes. I finally had words. “I want to be your wife. And whatever that means for us now.” I leaned over and placed soft kiss on his cheek. He turned to me after that, taking his hand out of mine. His flesh hand cradled my jaw, a featherlight touch, his thumb lightly caressing my skin. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine, soft, a peck. He leaned back only an inch to say, “I want to be your husband.”.

He is my Bucky.

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Please request more!!!

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for someone whos about to have a lot of time on their hands what would you recommend as top oasis gigs to watch (excluding knebworth, corestates, the whiskey, wembley as obvious ones) as you guys seem to have seen a lot of them

YESSSS what a glorious request! we've been training our whole lives 13 months for this moment. gonna take this opportunity to make a general rec list for anyone who might be interested, so pls forgive the inclusion of ones you've already mentioned.

(DISCLAIMER btw that some of these shows were filmed by an audience member with a heinous 90s camcorder, so prepare yourself to endure and eventually enjoy some potato quality recordings. the proshot ones aren't usually much better tbh. accept it, embrace it, love it.)

VITAL OASIS GIG WATCHING (an inexhaustive primer)

knebworth [night one] [night two]. self explanatory. if you haven't seen knebworth idek what to tell you. god tier. they weren't just sipping the good juice this weekend they were chugging it in a competitive keg stand. HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend watching both nights ofc but if you only watch one, make it the second. they pop off juuuust a little harder, the vibes are flawless, and also liam's wearing patsy's huge white sweater because he's a fashion queen he supposedly forgot to pack enough clothes for the weekend <3 <3 <3

g-mex, 1997. this is the show that made me fall crazy in love with bhn. it's the sweatiest liam's ever been and that's saying a LOT. contains this classic moment of liam tenderly toweling the sweat from noel's face between songs. liam's vocals on don't go away literally drove bal to tears.

wembley night one, 2000. let's not speak of night two, but night one was unbelievably good, they both looked the hottest they've ever looked, and noel was flirting haaaardcore with someone (sara???) sidestage/in the audience between songs the whole time.

maine road night one, 1996. both nights are superb and should definitely be watched, but if we're narrowing it down to one or the other, night one contains liam teasing noel about dedicating wonderwall to meg and noel retorting that liam's just peeved bc it's not for him. which could mean nothing.

earl's court, 1995. of "we had sex last night" + afterparty kissing fame. also liam does (for, as far as we know, the first and only time ever) octopus's garden during whatever, which is sooooo important.

corestates, 1996, aka drunk philly. theeee gig of all time in our opinion. an absolute disaster from start to finish 😍. they roll onstage so drunk they can barely walk, much less remember how any of the songs go, and it only gets better from there. not necessarily recommending this one for beginners bc it's more fun if you're familiar with all the songs/interpreting mancunian slurring/their normal onstage behaviour so that the true insanity of what transpires can hit you in full. you may already be familiar with liam getting scared by noel's woos, giving noel a kiss between songs, or noel playing guitar on his knees to liam's utter delight, but every single minute of this show contains something equally as ridiculous, hilarious, and endearing. best viewed with friends imo. and very important to remember that it took place a mere three weeks after knebworth lmao.

radio city music hall, 2000. this one's solid in general but it's included here largely bc noel is high as absolute fuck and basically having sex with his guitar the entire show. particularly during gas panic.

the white room, 1995. competes with g-mex for liam sweatiness factor. everyone here is thirsty beyond belief, most of all the camera operator and editing team. from the general aura it seems likely liam and noel were in the middle of a furious fucking fight immediately beforehand. liam's entire existence in this one defies description. it's less than half an hour, so well worth a quick watch.

glastonbury, 1994. can only find this incomplete version online, so it's also less than half an hour. classic for a reason! liam is so cute in his preppy little sweater with the buttondown collar underneath that andy, who was there with ride at the time, imprinted on it immediately and recalled it years later. mood.

jools holland, 2000. absolute thirst trap of a show. features liam reminding everyone to wear a condom. 👍

nyc hammerstein, 1997. fun fact, any proshot film release of fade in-out from this era features the dubbed audio from this gig, because it's just that fucking good. plus liam's wearing a very silly newsboy cap.

lille, 1997. aka drunk france. very charming, very fun, less chaotic than drunk philly but contains some excellent groping, and liam falling over 🥰.

barrowlands, 2001. really fucking great. noel looks like this. (can't find the full show on youtube but bilibili.com is your best friend when it comes to locating slightly obscure gigs and interviews. let's all say thank you to chinese fans, who work harder than god.)

nippon budokan, 1998. noel does the most astonishing acoustic set you've ever heard in your life, including this unbelievable setting sun/fade in-out combo that will change your brain chemistry fundamentally.

manchester, 2005. despite liam's truly hideous ensemble and the generally evil vibes, this is a solid one. one of the few later years ones we've been able to bring ourselves to watch tbh. contains An Incident that compelled me to make this.

live by the sea, 1995. excellent all around and it feels unreal to have such good footage from so early. liam is unspeakably beautiful, and they get the football score delivered to them halfway through the gig bc they're embarrassing nerds.

Rock in Rio 2001. extremely solid gig, with an absolutely stunning noel solo during gas panic that builds and builds and builds...

this is only a small handful of the amazing shows out there that can and should be watched, but quite honestly you can't miss with oasis gigs. we have yet to find a single one that doesn't contain some kind of weird horniness, particularly exquisite song performance, or mindshatteringly cute moment. it's well worth just looking up "oasis live [year]" and choosing one at random. (tread carefully with anything after 2002 though lol, shit tends to get miserable.)

godspeed, happy watching!

[sl6tmeout]

NEW YORK [h.s]

part one

A/n: This is going to be a 2-part story, also, this is inspired by the song 'girl in new york' by Nessa Barrett. Sort of.. I think idek, I was listening to it, and I thought of a little plot, I guess.

Summary: Y/n, an up-and-coming artist, and Harry Styles have a no-strings-attached arrangement, but Y/n’s feelings start to complicate things after Harry is seen with a new girl in New York. At the VMAs, they run into each other, and Y/n tries to move on by meeting someone new, but her feelings for Harry are hard to shake.

Warnings: Slight mention of smut, romantic tension, and cursing (if there's anymore I should add, LMK!)

Masterlist

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It was just hookups— that’s what they agreed on. But the more it happened, the more Y/n felt the emptiness settle in when Harry left without a second thought. She forced herself to ignore it, unwilling to let that ache steal the few hours of sleep she desperately needed.

Still, no matter how hard she tried to push it to the back of her mind, it lingered. The feeling of him—the warmth of his touch, the way he unraveled her every night—was impossible to forget.

His head would rest in the crook of her neck, his breath warm but meaningless. His arms would slide beneath her shoulders, holding her in a way that felt intimate—but wasn’t. His hips would move against hers in a rhythm that would have her seeing stars, one that sent her mind reeling and her body craving more, even when she told herself it didn’t matter.

“Only I could make you feel this good," he would whisper against her ear, his voice low and certain. A quiet whimper would escape her lips—instinctive, uncontrollable. But it hadn’t mattered. None of it had.

And when it was over, when the warmth faded and the space beside her was empty again, she reminded herself—this was all it was supposed to be.

She thought about sleeping with other guys, maybe as a way to forget Harry, but no matter how hard she tried, her mind always wandered back to him. It wasn’t just the physical attraction—it was the way he made her feel when they were together.

They’re both very busy people in the industry. Harry and his other bandmates were very popular in the light; on the other hand, Y/n was underground. If you know her, you know. As so they put it that way.

“You know, I hate these award shows. They always make me so jittery.” Y/n’s best friend, Sophie, spoke up, which caused Y/n to jump out of her thoughts that she was trapped in. She looked over at Sophie, who was looking at herself in the body-length mirror.

“Please, don’t lie to yourself now,” Y/n told her, and Sophie smirked, turning around to meet her eyes. “Yeah, you're right,” Sophie chuckled, “But I know you hate it. I mean you do now since you know…” Y/n shakes her head, she knows exactly what Sophie is trying to imply here. And Y/n doesn’t want to talk about that subject right now.

“No Y/n come on, you never want to talk about it. Maybe that’s what we need to do— you’ll feel better, plus I don’t even know your thoughts on it.” She begged. Y/n pursed her lips and let out a breath before standing up from her hotel bed and walking over to the table that held their makeup products.

“Okay, he was seen in New York with some new girl, so what? Maybe they’re—”

“They are not friends, Y/n Come on now!” Sophie let out a laugh at her friend, watching her touch up her makeup one last time. Sophie couldn’t believe that her friend could be this delusional. “They went in a taxi together, alone.”

“You hear that correctly? Alone, and where did they end up? Oh yeah! The hotel he was staying in,” She states. Y/n looks down at the makeup product she is holding. Rolling her eyes, she knows her friend is right, and it hurts her even though she and Harry have nothing serious going on between them.

Y/n knew that every time two people intertwine themselves with each other, one will eventually fall. And she knew that she was going to be the one to fall. She hates herself for it because she knows Harry wants nothing serious.

It’s what they agreed on in the first place, hookups. Nothing more.

“Please don’t let this be the thing that ruins your mood for the night,” Sophie sighed, walking up to her and gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re going to be just fine in there. That new artist award is waiting to be in your hands."

Y/n smiles, turning around to face her friend. Sophie always knows the right thing to say all the time, and that’s what Y/n loves the most about her. “And I swear Y/n, if I catch you talking to him— twirling your hair and shit I will kick your ass,”

“And I will do it in front of him,” Sophie told her in a very stern tone, pointing a finger at her. Y/n let out a laugh and shook her head.

“If management wants me to talk to him plus his bandmates, I have no choice,” Y/n told her friend, to which she responded by rolling her eyes.

“Whatever, well, actually if you do, you would be the best friend and get me Niall’s number.” She winks.

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“Y/N OVER HERE!”

“Y/N LOOK OVER HERE!”

“AT THE CAMERA Y/N, THE CAMERA—”

Paparazzi, Y/n hates them. But at award shows like this one, the VMA’s, she has no choice but to tolerate them and get her picture taken.

Nothing but shouts of her name as she entered the red carpet, flashes from the cameras were everywhere, blinding her a bit, but she’s grown so used to it with all the training, that it didn’t bother her anymore.

She posed and posed and posed, interview after interview after interview.

Most questions were about her new album that she had just dropped this year and how she felt about being nominated for new artist. She felt thrilled, but of course, many other artists were clearly above her— so she didn’t have her hopes high.

One interviewer, a young woman with a glint of mischief in her eyes, asked a question that completely caught Y/n off guard.

“I know you and Harry Styles have a bit of history together. Are you planning to see him during the show tonight?”

Y/n froze. Her heart skipped a beat. Harry’s name hanging in the air was enough to knock the breath from her chest. The flashes of cameras around her seemed to fade into the background as she processed the question. She hadn’t been prepared for this. For all the rehearsed answers, this was the one topic she hadn't anticipated.

Y/n flashed a practiced smile at the interviewer, the nerves simmering beneath the surface. "Harry and I? We’re just friends," She said, her voice steady, but her words felt like they came out of instinct rather than truth. "I did hear that he and his bandmates were nominated for Best Band, though. I’m really proud of them."

She tried her hardest to sound composed, but in reality, she was uncertain. The question had thrown her off more than she cared to admit. She knew how people liked to spin stories, and no matter how hard she tried, no one was going to believe that there had been nothing between her and Harry. They’d already written their narrative, and she was just a small part of it.

A quick thank you was said from Y/n as the small interview was done. as she turned around, She wasn’t expecting a group of five boys standing in a line on the red carpet in front of her; many flashes from the paparazzi were in their direction.

Her eyes couldn’t help but land on a certain brown curly-haired boy, the way he stood for the cameras with a slight smile on his face, what he was wearing, and how his hair was styled. Y/n was starstrucked.

She was supposed to move on to the next interviewer, but she just couldn’t bring her legs forward. She thought she probably looked stupid, but no one paid attention to her; everyone around her was busy, hollering for the band that had just arrived.

When their eyes met, an unwelcome flutter twisted in her stomach, leaving her unsteady and unsettled. She quickly looked away, moving on to the next person who would ask her boring questions she had already answered before.

Only moments had passed, yet Y/n already felt drained. She wanted to leave—but the award show hadn’t even begun. Every so often, she stole glances at Harry, only to find him already watching her.

As they stared at each other, Y/n could already feel the tension between them, and she kept telling herself to ignore it.

Ignore, ignore, ignore.

She convinced herself with Sophie that she was officially done. Which meant she was not going to talk to him, and she was not going to hook up with him anymore.

The hookups are over.

“Alright, Y/n, let’s head into the arena,” her manager said, guiding her toward the backstage entrance.

The area buzzed with activity—staff members darted past her in every direction, their swift movements only heightening her anxiety. Each hurried step felt like it carried her further into a whirlwind she wasn’t quite ready for.

Y/n weaved through the maze of backstage hallways, her manager leading the way as the air buzzed with urgency. Crew members rushed past, their headsets crackling with last-minute instructions. The scent of hairspray and freshly steamed fabric clung to the air, mixing with the distant echo of the crowd beyond the curtains.

She passed dressing rooms with open doors, catching glimpses of artists doing final touch-ups in the mirror, their faces set in focused anticipation. Technicians adjusted microphone packs, stylists fussed over outfits, and security guards stood like statues at every corner.

As she neared the entrance to the arena, the distant rumble of excited voices grew louder. The flashing lights from the stage bled through the edges of the heavy curtains, casting dancing shadows along the floor. Then, as she stepped through, the full scale of the VMAs hit her—blinding lights, a sea of cameras, and the electric hum of a night that was just beginning.

“Deep breaths, Y/n, this will all be over soon,” Her manager tried to calm her nerves with her soft-spoken words, but it just didn’t help.

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Commercial break— Y/n finally stood up from where she had been sitting and quickly made her way toward the bathroom. As she passed by other pop stars, she offered brief hellos before hurrying on. The moment she spotted the nearest bathroom, a wave of relief washed over her at the thought of some solitude in a bathroom stall.

“Y/n.”

That voice— she froze in her tracks. No, not now, she thought, her heart sinking. She knew exactly who it was behind her, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. “Look, I know things have been strange. We haven’t spoken in a few weeks, and—”

“I don’t think this is the right place to talk,” she interrupted, turning to face him. He wore a black floral print shirt; the shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the collar, just enough to tease a glimpse of his chest that Y/n’s eyes couldn’t help but land on, the shirt was also paired with tight black jeans, black chelsea boots.

He looks good—

Y/n glances back up to his face, he walks a few steps closer to her. He looked confused as his mouth was slightly opened, Y/n wasn’t sure if he had said something.

“Um—” 

“I said, we are staying at the same hotel, we can talk there?” He must have taken the hint that she was distracted by his appearance, as a smirk started to form on his lips.

She swallows the lump in her throat, nodding.

She quickly turned around, rushing into the bathroom and leaving him standing in the hallway. She locks herself in the big stall and lets out a breath, one she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her legs felt like jelly as she paced around the stall. She wasn’t expecting an interaction with him, and she didn’t expect him to approach her.

She mentally cursed herself for feeling this type of way when seeing and talking to him— she hated the fact that she told herself that it wouldn't happen.

"Fuck, I should've just walked away," She palms her forehead.

Now, she had no choice but to engage with him in a conversation at the hotel; she didn’t even know he was also staying there.

When she managed to pull herself together, she made her way back to the arena. Putting on a professional persona for the public, she conversed with plenty of other artists and producers. Her manager would guide her to certain artists to have her introduce herself.

When she spots Harry amongst the crowd, he is also conversing with people— chatting and laughing.

“Y/n, this is Eilliot Hayes, an up-and-coming pop star— like you!” Y/n’s eyes met with piercing blue ones, his tousled blonde hair fell around his face, his hand extending out towards her which makees her looks down. She tilts her head back up with a bright smile and reaches her hand out to shake his.

“Hi! Nice to finally meet you. I always hear you on the radio— you’re amazing,” He tells her. She flashes him a smile, ushering out a thank you before he continues, “I would love to get to know you, if you’re down for that, of course.”

Maybe this is a sign.

She tells herself, she thought this is what's needed to get rid of those feelings that weren't supposed to be there.

"I would love to get to know you too," she said, keeping the smile on her face. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, looking down at it before muttering a quick— "If you don't mind me asking for your number."

He handed his phone out for her to take, and she took it into her hands glancing down at it, the number pad on the screen of the phone she was holding lit up her face.

She taps the screen of his phone, putting each digit of her number before handing it back out to him, "It was nice to meet you, Eilliot— I hope to hear from you soon."

She sends him another bright smile before turning around to head back to her seat. Right on cue, the award show picks up again.

"And we're back, folks!" The host shouted, their voice full of excitement, practically vibrating with the buzz of the room. "You didn’t think we’d leave you hanging, did you?" The crowd cheered, a wave of anticipation sweeping through the venue. "We’ve got more unforgettable moments coming your way tonight, so don’t even think about touching that remote!"

With a grin, the host gestured toward the stage, where the night’s next big moment was about to unfold. "Let's keep this party rolling — it’s the VMAs, baby!"

Y/n’s gaze drifted over the crowd until it met a familiar pair of green eyes. A knot tightened in her stomach as she caught the look on his face—confusion, laced with something unspoken. He hid it well, but she knew better.

Tearing her eyes away, she focused on the presenters announcing the nominees for Best Pop Video.

With a quiet sigh, she straightened her posture, bracing herself for whatever awaited her at the hotel later that night.

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[overthinking about blorbo follows] [quasi-spoiler for uts s2 e3] look okay so here's the thing. shen yi is an insanely gifted classically trained painter who now lbr spends most of his working life sketching holdup mugshots off of grainy cctv footage, an occupation that at this point for him has to be boringly straightforward. maybe once in a while there's a cool serial murderer and he gets to come up with a way to reconstruct an entire person's body from one molar, or invent some new shrimp colors or something. then he goes home and paints his fucking heart out all night and for what, who is seeing it? who is seeing him? (and don't say du cheng bc i love him but we all know he probably wears black because he's red-green color blind.) so here he is, showing his canvases in a little group exhibition and trolling quietly amongst the clueless spectators, and no one even knows who he is because he's not showing up at the gallery opening in a suit du qing poured him into, clutching a glass of room-temperature champagne. instead here's someone standing the correct distance away from the canvas and you can practically hear shen yi's invisible antennae go sproing. idek who this charismatic pointy-faced guy is yet, maybe he's under the skin's answer to sheev palpatine but the point is, no one who can see what shen yi is doing talks to him about his work. so when weasel man says "he's a genius" and shen yi gives that tiny smile that's so frail it's almost invisible— he gave that smile one time before in s1, remember? when du cheng says "it could be that shen yi is wrong—but that's impossible, so we're crossing that one out." it's a beautiful little character note from tan jianci bc very likely shen yi isn't even aware he's doing it. maybe he's even telling himself "oh please how dare this guy, who does he think he is, clement greenberg"—shen yi who literally set fire to his ambition in the service of honing a moral compass so ruthless and unbending you could set greenwich mean time by it. but somewhere down in there, always—inside any person who chooses a life devoted to making things—is the desire for those made things to be seen.

who was the last person who said "he's a genius" not about his police work but about his painting? the last person who looked carefully at all of his values, hues, lines, shapes, gestural movements, mark-making, brushstrokes, depth of field, play of light, and really saw what he was doing, enough to be critical of it? when you're a working artist and someone sees you well enough to critique you intelligently? the pleasure is breathtaking, frankly on a spectrum with the erotic. (you could also argue he's smiling ruefully at the declaration that the painter's having become a cop is what ruined his work; when shen yi possibly thinks: you know nothing, it opened up everything for me. but i'm not so sure about that. because did it? has it? do we know that?) tl;dr weasel man is holding out an opened box of fresh turkish delight and it remains to be seen whether shen yi is going to faceplant into it. but i for one could not blame him. it is exhausting to have an enormous part of your psyche be all but completely invisible for years on end.

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tged webtoon ep 174 spoilers and thoughts that i'm actually kinda happy about but there's just a little bit more that i wish we got to see this ep but possibly maybe itll show up later,,, maybe,,, i hope,,, and more below the cut

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BEFORE WE BEGIN. WOW. HI ALICIA. WOW!!! WOW!!! SIRENS!!! HOLY BINGLE! GOOD MORNING YUOR HIGHNESS UR GORGEOUS. HELLO!!! WOW. YES. ANYTHING YOU SAY MA'AM. YES MY QUEEN OF COURSE ANYTHING YOU SAY

SHE'S GOT ABS AND MUSCLE SHE'S TONED AND HER LEGS R STRONG AND WOW. WOW GOOD MORNING HI. YES. THANK YOU KHS THANK YOU IM,,, WOW,,, I LOVE STRONG WOMEN,,, BEAUTIFUL!!!

ok back to the ep LMFAOO

it seems i kiiinda misunderstood what was happening last ep, everyone relevant to the railroad construction is in the time bubble it's just that javier isn't going up to the mountains with lloyd,,, i see!!!

"i wanna go to him and make sure he's safe" ooogh,,, oh javier,,, u love him sm,,,, ooohhhh

tbh at first i was like, a lil confused that javier didn't go up to check on lloyd esp since javier is so willing to do anything to protect lloyd. its clear too that he knows abt lloyd's heart freezing,,, though i suppose at the same time, javier trusts lloyd's word so much that when the noble says he'll be fine, javier accepts it as he always has,,, either way his desire to run to protect lloyd and his willingness to trust that lloyd will be okay are both very sweet,,, the mutual trust always makes me so happy,,,,,,, ohhh javier ilysm,,,,,,

i am glad then that alicia went up to go check on him and that javier is reassured by this!!! look at his smile ooohhh hehehee

i think choosing to have javier trust his queen instead of sowing conflict btwn the two is rlly nice, tho mostly bc i am biased bc i tend to prefer sweet reliability over infighting,,, he trusts her to take care of lloyd the way javier would take care of lloyd,,, (is this alillovier propaganda? perchance,,, /lh)

it makes so much sense that they'd be on the same wavelength n get along,,, two peas in a pod,,, powerful and clever and oh so loyal to the person that they've come to admire, respect, and love,,, the person that's saved them time and time again,,, heehee,,, truly the besties of all time!!! red and blue!!! i love it a lot!!!

and now for lloyd,,, hehe

i need it to be known that the moment i saw this panel, lloyd wearing alicia's sweater, i yelled and kicked and nearly cried. very loudly. what the hell. THATS SO?? THATS SO. IDEK

still forever thinking abt how javier is always the first one to his mind they truly r the duo ever,,, regardless of whether theyre platonic or romantic they're literally each other's number ones and the first ones they turn to im so. thats so. ghhh my heart,,, (ALSO HI ALICIA)

his stupid face,,, HIS PANELS THIS EP WERE SO SO FUNNY AND SO SO CUTE,,, i love u,,, HE JUST LOOKS SO SHOCKED AAAAHHH SO CUTE,,, wide-eyed and dumbfounded . lloyd i love u

the gags this ep were fucking amazing too HAHA i didnt add it above but the bit where alicia was like "lol next ur gonna tell me he's the demon king" and then just turns and oh hi theres demons LMFAOOO THAT WAS GOOD

AND THESE TOO SO SO SILLY i love when they're silly like this,,, goofy ass inchworm,,, its not helping u beat the bug allegations buddy,,, ily

LIKE THIS FUCKING GRABBING BIT I CACKLED SO FUCKING LOUD HAHAHAHAHAA AND LLOYD ROLLING AWAY GOD THEYRE SO FUNNY I LOVE THEM

and then she shared her mana w him,,, the little smile she gives and LLOYD BLUSHING BACK IM SO. THATS SO CUTE. HE LOOKS SO CUTE. THIS IS SO SWEET,,, AHHH,,, AAAHHHH CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

though smth to note here, i am quite confused as to why javier's mana is suddenly rejected when he tries to absorb it? but alicia's works just fine? and javier has shared mana with lloyd before, my mutual reminded me of the namaran wall arc where siluria and javier both help lloyd with absorbing the hell knight,,, however the fact that javier's mana components have yet to break the law of causality during this arc, aka he wasnt a grandmaster yet. maybe bc of his status as a grandmaster now, where he has the same otherworldy mana lloyd does, that makes it not possible to properly absorb the mana?

alternatively, javier technically is never fated to die/be transformed in the original story, whereas lloyd should be dead and alicia should be tainted with dark magic, so bc the two of them have warped their fates at the moment, it works? and javier's doesnt bc he's technically not? idk if that makes any sense,,, i was told by my mutual that javier has shared mana with lloyd a lot in the novel before, so i'm not sure why they made this change! i hope they expand on it a lil in the future,,,

also, while i'm yapping here, i like that alicia is straightforward abt what she likes abt lloyd, but i wish they got to have a longer conversation than this,,, like this is a good start but it didn't really go anywhere (besides some really wonderful panels of lloyd but i mean like, narrative-wise lol)

as i mentioned in my last liveblog, alicia and suho share a lot more common experiences than they probably realize! and i think if they got a chance to talk about that, talking about their past circumstances, how they became who they are now, and just more in general on what led alicia to fall for lloyd besides what he's capable of,,, this ship would actually sail pretty well, yknow?

unfortunately though with the pacing of the manhwa and i guess just their episode length requirements in general, it makes sense that they couldn't get to that,,, i just wish it happened,,, maybe in snippets in future episodes? but seeing as we're getting pretty close to the end afaik, the chances are slim

i mainly love llovier but i also really love alilloyd, and i think alilloyd as a whole would have a much better leg to stand on if they actually talked about their experiences and had more instances of saving each other, of supporting each other, the way javier does with lloyd. it's too few and too far between for alicia and lloyd, so it feels like it's flatter than what it could be, y'know?

a part of me hopes that they did get to do that in the novel, but from what i recall hearing, alilloyd didn't have a strong leg in the novel either,,, i distantly recall someone telling me that the manhwa is actually doing alilloyd stronger justice than the novel did (i may be misremembering tho so don't quote me on that lol), and seeing as the manhwa's interpretation of alilloyd is so few and far between as is,,,, it makes me worried that the novel never actually got to touch upon how their relationship evolves (if im wrong, please correct me!!!)

i just want them to do well,,, they're super cute,,, please,,, ueueueue

anyway,,, this leads us to probably my FAVORITE panel of this week,,, this one of lloyd completely flushed EEE EHEHEHHEHEHEHHEE

SO SO SO SO CUTE. I YELPED WHEN I SAW THIS,,, I LOVE THAT ALICIA FALLS FIRST AND THEN LLOYD FALLS SO MUCH HARDER THAT'S FUCKING ADORABLE. methinks it's like that with javier too. lloyd falling and tripping up over realizing someone has romantic affection for him is probably one of my favorite things EVER. that's adorable. I LOVE HIM AAAHHH CUTE CUTE CUTE

one last thing to mention is just that,,, it seems like theres a mage messing w the weather conditions up in the mountains and i aaaam a lil worried that itll kickstart fate for alicia,,,, esp considering we,,, havent seen worthroad in a while. whatever that guys name was,,, what if its him and he's gonna fuck everything up!?? im really worried for them,,, please be okay,,,

and that's all for this week! i really REALLY enjoyed this episode,,, the panels and art were so so good, and while there were some things i wished would happen i think it was still really good overall, it gave me a lot to talk about! the gags were balanced and their interactions were so fun,,, yay!

i'll see yall next time,,, im so excited to see whats next,,,!!!!!

[sl-ut]

even more streamer!ellie hcs

part one | part two

ellie is not at all embarrassed to admit that a large portion of her own fame was largely due to her connection to y/n

like ofc she was already fairly popular on twitch but its not like the average person who didn't watch streams would recognize her

she ends up making a new priv instagram bc she gains like 50k new followers in a month

she only has like maybe 100 followers on the new one and basically just posts random photo dumps, family photos, and especially the literal cutest and/or horrendous photos of her gf

posts a LOT on her ig stories on both accounts

her main pfp is deffffff some screenshot that she took of their happy little sim family or like their little minecraft guys standing side by side lol

ik i said before that she loves playing like the sims w her gf on stream, but she also LOVES playing roblox together

starting drama in dress to impress, causing havoc in bloxburg, making friends and enemies galore in tdi

her avatar is definitely so dumb like its probably the hamster or squirrel or like the most basic ass starter avatar with a shirt that has her gfs face on it

and her username is def like "y/nstan420" or something

when she's streaming alone she's more focused and serious (but still her silly little self) but when she's with others, esppppp if her gf is on with her, she defffff gives weston koury vibes like im actually giggling at this so hard

they both make tiktoks of each other

y/n once did the "watch my gf for me" trend and she came back to find ellie holding the phone and ranting about something so random like she was probably explaining her favourite theory about how the dinosaurs went extinct or something about planets and space idek

ellie doesn't really follow trends as often, instead just posting videos of her scaring her gf or pranking her or maybe even like mukbangs or something

loves to post fit checks before they go out to do literally anything

also likes to lipsync to dirty audios

the video always ends as she's about to get smacked upside the head

idk if i ever actually gave much backstory???? but here we go anyways lol

i think we've established that y/n is an up-and-coming actress

they met through a friend of dina's, who was a costume designer on the set of y/n's first big film

dina visited her friend on set on the last day of filming and she ended up getting an invite to the cast/crew party that night

jesse was tooooo busy to hang out with his bombshell gf ig???? so ellie got to go with her

she already knew who y/n was since she was starting to gain popularity and was immediately adopted by lesbian twitter

she was so nervous when she clocked her on the other side of the room

spent the whole night shuffling around the room to gain the courage to go talk to her

also spent all of that time trying to come off like the coolest chillest most confident masc ever like she wasn't constantly wiping the sweat from her palms lmaoooo

she finally was forced to lay on the moves when y/n came over to join in on the convo with her castmates

ellie made her laugh and vice versa

she shocked herself when she offered to grab another drink from the kitchen "for the pretty lady"

she immediately considered throwing herself off of the impossibly high deck

was even more shocked when the girl only laughed and hopped up to join her, fingers curling into her bicep

she totally wasn't flexing the whole time

dina was wandering around looking for her, way too drunk to be there much later considering that it was almost 2 am and had to work a ten hour shift tmr :(((

she didn't have much luck bc she never thought to check the upstairs guest bathroom

ellie constantly be fighting them uhaul lesbian rumours

but she actually was ready to upheave her entire life to follow y/n around the world

reposts any and all posts of her gf on her story

adds little hearts and stars and little taglines that earn her a scolding

like that one time she wore a tight-fitting corset on the red carpet that had the girls lifted to the heavens

she captioned it "i <3 my gf('s boobs)"

fights with haters in her gf's comment section

wears her gf's merch

omg the way she SCRUMPT when she saw the paparazzi pic of her girl wearing ellie's merch out on a random thursday

they hadn't even made it official yet

flirts with her gf in random comment sections lol

like y/n comments on dina's selfie and ellie is instantly replying to her

"u come here often?"

they have def been caught in compromising positions soooo many times

like by their friends, cast and crew members on set, y/n's manager, even the paps

ellie felt so boss when tmz posted a pic of her pressing her gf against the wall outside of the club they'd gone to on ellie's bday

els had her tongue down her gfs throat and both of her hands jammed up the front of her top, very clearly grasping and squeezing her breasts

they got a stern talking to from y/n's pr team but ellie actually didn't care

she def has phantom dick disorder in literally all aspects of her life

lets not forget that this version of ellie does not have experience in fighting and has not lived through an apocalypse so she's contextually less tough than normal ellie

but that doesn't stop her from mouthing off to assholes three times her size

don't get me wrong, she can hold her own and still works out on occasion, but she fr looks like a chihuahua barking at pitbulls when she gets yapping

speaking of, stoned!ellie absolutely loves when her gf be yapping

i love the dynamic of ellie doing a chat stream w her gf where ellie's got her in her lap, leaning back with droopy eyes and a dopey smile, still giving her gf all of her attention while her gf ends up being more of a "alert and yappy" stoned and is rambling about strangely philosophical topics and answering questions in chat

ellie is just sitting there just giggling and when her gf turns to her she just goes "ur so smart baby" and "u look so pretty rn"

omg omg omg i luv this pairing im never gonna stop writing them like

bonus: this is the vibe of the ck campaign i mentioned in the last part

[wannabekook]

Where Do We Go From Here?

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Pairing: John B Routledge x Kook!Reader Requested?: yes Warnings: tiny bit of angst, cannon events/semi cannon events(idek if that should be a warning) Word Count: 2.3k Proofread?: no A/N: Okay, I feel like I didn't do this fic the justice it deserved. Also apologize for taking so long to put this out I haven't been feeling all too great. I should be posting Good Graces 4 sometime next week. My requests are closed but you can still ask to be on my taglist. This is my reblogs, follow to see what I be reading. :)

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I watched as John B got up from the stump he was sitting on, walking over to the water. I sat for a moment before following him. Once by his side I look over to the left of me before looking at him, a miniscule frown on my face.

“We’re together, right?” I asked calmly as I stared at his face, causing him to glance at me for a second before looking back towards the water.

“Yeah.” He spoke quickly as he cleared his throat. I nod softly as I look to the ground before looking back at him.

“So that means we always tell each other the truth.” I say matter of factly earning a look of almost shock from John B before he looked away again, tensing his jaw.

“(Y/N), I am telling the truth.” He said flatly, I tilted my head back as I pursed my lips. Leaning on my back foot, giving him an almost disbelieving look. He finally turns to me in a defensive manner.

“What you think I’m.. I’m lying?” He asked defensively as he shook his head, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Is that what you think? No, I…” “No, no, it’s just…” We both started to say at the same time, stuttering for a moment before he allowed me to continue talking. Looking away from him with a small sigh before continuing.

“The story that you told us isn’t really adding up.” I looked around for a moment before looking back at him. He let out a small sigh as he looked away, trying not to roll his eyes.

“You guys get the Twinkie and you go off to Charleston without telling anyone, and I’m just trying to understand why. If there’s anything that you can’t tell the others, you can tell me.” I spoke gently, concern laced in my voice as we both looked at each other. My eyes swirled with emotion as I stared into his hazel eyes.

“Mmm.” He hummed out with a curt nod as he looked away once again.

“Look, look at me. What happened?” I grabbed his head gently, running my hands down to the holding onto his neck. “You’ve just been acting so off since your dad got back.” I asked as I patted his neck, squeezing softly as I talked.

“What happened?” He asked flatly.

“Yes, John B. It’s me. I’m on your side.” I spoke hastily, trying to convey how desperate I am to get him to understand that I am here for him.

“Okay, (Y/N), you know what happened?.”  He spoke sternly as he grabbed my wrists pulling my hands off of him. “My dad came back.” He looked towards Big John as he pointed before looking back at me with raised eyebrows. “ And he’s trying to help all of us.” He spoke matter of factly.

“Uh-huh.” I replied softly as I followed his words, lips parted as I took in his words.

“And meanwhile, your dad tried to kill you.” He started causing me to let out a soft gasp “And I’m sorry that you can’t deal with that.” He spoke softly as I looked away. Tears welled in my eyes as I licked my lips, sniffling.  

“Am I wrong?” He asked in a flat voice. I licked the back of my teeth as I tried to keep my breathing steady so my tears didn’t fall.

“Well, then call me when you wanna tell the truth.” I exhaled as I walked away from him.

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I let out a soft sigh as I stared out at the water on an abandoned pier, remembering the last conversation I had with John B. Tears welling in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath, sniffling as I replayed it over and over in my head. 

‘How could you say something like that to someone you love?’ I thought to myself as I sniffled again, wiping at the tears on my face as I closed my eyes. 

He wasn’t wrong though, my dad did try to kill me after I found out he was still alive. Which truly hurt since I saw him blow up on his boat. That memory will definitely stick with me for the rest of my life. What he didn’t mention but I know he implied it was the fact that I now have nothing. No house to go to and no money since I’ve given up my Kook card to be a Pogue. Which I am now almost regretting. Finding that it was worthless to sit there and risk my life for John B if he was going to be like this.

I haven’t spoken to him since, afraid of what would happen if I tried to go to talk to him again. I didn’t want to lose him but I also didn’t want to face him. I tried going to Kie for a place to stay but her parents were being dicks about it. Tried going JJ only to find an eviction notice plastered on his front door and him nowhere to be seen. I didn’t even bother Pope since Cleo is staying with him. That’s how I found myself with Topper that same day, letting out a groan as I remember that encounter.

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“You look a little thirsty. If you want there’s beers right there. You can grab a drink.” He said in a teasing tone, pointing towards the cooler. I smiled softly at him as I grabbed a beer out of the cooler. 

“Never thought I’d be a beer cooler vagrant. That’s embarrassing.” I sighed out as I leaned against the edge of his boat, cracking open the beer with a small smile on my face.

“Yeah, I thought you were more into, like, high-end heists now. Like robbing trains, you know?” He smirked softly as he kept looking from me to the water. Grimacing softly as I shook my head at him.

“Sorry.” I apologize softly.

“Which… No judgment. Um..” He said matter of factly with a small shake of his head as he laughed softly

“I wouldn’t blame you if you.” I smiled, returning the soft laugh as I looked towards the water.

“Listen, I know your back’s against it right now,” He started, concern laced in his tone. “And I can drop you at your house and talk to your brother on your behalf or not.” He suggested as I immediately shook my head.

“No, absolutely not.” I sighed out.

“All right, okay.” He licked his lips, eyes focused on the water in front of him. “Um, yeah, where are you staying right now?” He asked softly.

“Um…” I mumbled out as I brushed some hair out of my face, looking away.

“I’m…I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to be up in your business or anything.” He stuttered out as I just shook my head. “Look, I know you have a boyfriend, and, um, I have a… I have a girlfriend now.” He said excitedly as I took a sip of my beer, almost choking on it. 

“You have a girlfriend?” I asked, trying to keep an even tone

“Yeah.” He nodded with a smile on his face “You’re surprised?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Of course you do.” I sighed out softly “Who?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Um, you know, Elena.” He said casually as he looked at me with a small nod.

“Reedy?” I asked in disbelief with a slight laugh.

“What, you don’t like her?” He asked in a teasing tone as he looked me up and down.

“No, it’s just… I don’t know.” I sighed out raising a hand and shaking it softly before turning to fully face it. “It’s just when we were together, she was just always like up your ass. It was just weird to me, and..” I laughed out with a shake of my head getting cut off by Topper who had a slight smirk on his face.

“Oh, you’re jealous.” He asked in a teasing way as he gestured to me.

“I’m not jealous!” I said defensively as I shook my head at him.

“You’re jealous. No, it’s fine. I get it.” He sighed out as I continued to deny it.

“She would just linger. She was just always ready to pounce or something.” I sighed out as I stood, gesturing a pounce.

“Well, you left and broke up with me, so..” He stated with a huff of a laugh as he shook his head.

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The soft ding of my phone pulled me out of the memory as I looked down to see who texted me, Kiara. Letting out a soft sigh as I opened my phone to see what she had said. 

Kie: Parents’ party starts in an hour. Figured, I’d remind you.

Me: Alright thank you, I’ll start getting ready. I’ll see you in a bit.

I stood up from the edge of the pier I was on, grabbing my purple cruiser bike as I hopped on it going back to Topper’s pool house to change for the party. Grateful that Topper is allowing me to stay there. After about half an hour of getting ready and making sure I look perfect, I make the short trip over to the party. 

Standing next to Kiara as her parents did their speech, a smile on my face as she walked towards them after her father finished speaking.

“Psst (Y/N)” I heard someone whisper loudly behind me, immediately turning around to see John B with a goofy grin on his face. He makes his way towards me, I look around for a moment before slightly running over towards him, a smile on my face. Once we’re in front of each other he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. I let out a soft sigh of relief as I wrapped my arms around him as well. 

“Long time no see.”” He said softly as I put my hand on the back of his head.

“Hi.” I breathed out, panic filled my eyes before I shut them gently.

“Hey, come here. Come here, follow me.” He urged out as he pulled away, looking at me with longing.

“What are you doing here?” I asked softly as I held his hand, allowing him to pull me away. 

“I have so much I have to tell you.” He spoke softly as he squeezed my hands. Stopping at a table. I looked up to him through my lashes, shaking my head softly.

“I have so much I have to tell you.” I repeated back softly, hurt laced in my voice.

“(Y/N)...I’m sorry..I’m so sorry.” He stuttered out with a frown, shaking his head “For the way I talked to you at the Chateau, for lying about El Dorado, for not being there for you when you needed me.” He spoke softly, his tone positively filled with genuine regret. I squeezed his hands softly as I shook my head softly as I turned away from him.

“It’s fine. I’m sure your dad probably didn’t want you to say anything.” I said dejected as I kept my gaze down as I spoke before looking at him.

“No, no. Hey.” He furrowed his eyebrows softly as he moved a hand to caress my jaw. “I messed up. I missed you.” He stroked his thumb against my cheek before pulling me into a hug.

“Missed you too.” I spoke quietly as I sighed out as I pulled away from him. 

“Hey, look. We gotta get out of here. We gotta go. Come on.” He spoke hurriedly as he grabbed my hand again, trying to pull me along with him. I pulled away from him, going back towards the table.

“No, wait.” I mumbled as I brought my hand to my face, John B immediately back by my side, eyes filled with concern.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on?” He asked softly as he put a hand on my back. I looked up at him, panic and uncertainty swirling in my eyes. I sighed out softly as I kept my gaze on the table.

“I have something to tell you.” I whispered as I closed my eyes, he only rubbed my back gently, waiting for me to continue. “I saw Topper.” I muttered softly, his hand stopping its motion before pulling off of me quickly, almost in disgust.

“You did what?” He spoke in a calm manner.

“I didn’t know where else to go after our fight..” I sniffled as I shook my head. “I didn’t sleep with him, I promise. I..I just needed a place to stay.” I say softly as John B just stares at the side of my face with his jaw clenched

“I..I thought you just didn’t want me around anymore.” I admit softly “And I thought you would’ve been angry if I came back around.” I sniffled again as tears well in my eyes. The expression on John B’s face softens as he realizes just how much pain he put me through over the past few days. Without a word he pulls me into his chest as he cradles my head.

“I’m so so so sorry (Y/N)” He spoke into my hair, as he planted a kiss to the top of my head. A soft sob escapes my lips as I wrap my arms around him as I bury my head further against his chest.

“I promise to never put you through that again.” He vowed as before pulling away to look at my face. His hands came up to cup my cheeks, wiping them away with a soft smile on his face. “I love you so much (Y/N).” He said softly as he searched my eyes.

“I love you too, John B, so much.” I breathed out softly with a small nod. 

Without warning he put his lips against mine, pulling me into a soft tender kiss. Pouring his entire heart out as I eagerly returned the kiss, a smile on my lips as he pulled away.

“Wherever we go from here, I promise you, I will always be by your side. I won’t ever make you second guess a single thing.” He promised tenderly as his hands came back to cup my cheeks. Relief flooding my body as I nodded at him, a loving smile on my face.

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Taglist: @wearemadeofstardust0 @pillowprincess4him @mirellef2001

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[throatgoat4u]

hello, hello, hello, hello to all my lovely people out there. i wanna start of by saying happy valentines to every single one of you. whether you're single, in a relationship, or have just broken up, i hope you all enjoy this amazing day of love and share it with their loved ones.

today's not just about a romantic partner, but to people who you just love. tell your family how much you love and appreciate them for all they've done for you and if that's not an option, share your gratitude with your friends or people who have constantly been there for you and have made you feel loved.

do something kind for someone. give them a hug, write them a letter, compliment them, whatever. you don't have to make some big gesture or go all out, just let someone know you appreciate them.

but most importantly, make sure you love yourself. self love is just as, if not more, important than anything else. how are you supposed to put in your time and effort in loving someone else if you can't do that for yourself? so whether you want to go out and spoil yourself or stay in and take a nice bath and watch movies, make sure you're putting your love for yourself first.

but, loving yourself isn't just about spa days and self care (but like that shit's like amazing so like i definitely recommend a nice everything shower if you're not doing anything today.....) it's also about speaking to yourself kindly, forgiving yourself for past mistakes, and acknowledging that you deserve just as much love as everyone else on this amazing day!

now, that being said, i'm gonna spread all my love to some of the most amazing people on this app! (this is where my formality ends, trust 🤞)

@onevison. i literally love you so much omg. you are one of the nicest people ever and you're actually so creative with your aus. i love talking to you and always enjoy when we chat. i love you!

@freshloveee. you're so so so good at writing and genuinely one of my favorite writers on this app. you're honestly so sweet and kind. i love you!

@chrepsi. you're genuinely one of the funniest people on this app, i cannot. i love your vibe and your music taste is just so ugh. you're so cool. i love you!

@muwapsturniolo. so you're literally amazing?!?! like you're so gorgeous and funny and such an amazing writer. idek how many times i've reread your shit but it's too many to count. anywho..... when's the next album coming out sza????? i love you!

@leoslaboratory. i just binge read your fics last night btw. you're fucking amazing and i love everything you do. dealer!chris is amazing and i absolutely love it. your fics for black history month are eating btw. i love you!

@phone4pills. so so so cool. you're theme is so cool, you're fics are so cool, you are so cool. i'm genuinely sooo happy anytime i've seen that you've posted a new fic or something and am always looking forward to when you write more. i love you!

@mattscoquette. you're just sooooo like awesome. i love everything you write and i love scrolling through watching you answer asks cause you're so funny. i'm still heartbroken over a change of heart (and the fact that you've ruined that song for me 💔). also like petition to bring back my man perv!matt. he doesn't get the love he deserve. anyways, when i was lurking here, i would always stalk your page and you were the first person i found on sturniolo tumblr. you were genuinely such an inspiration for me and one of the biggest reasons i started posting what i write. i love you!

@thenickgirl. you're my favorite nick girl out there. i love how you write for him and give him the attention he absolutely deserves. just cause he's gay doesn't mean we should leave him out guys 😞💔. you're such an amazing writer and you're so funny. i love you!

@t0riiiis. you're literally like so relatable and i feel like i can always talk to you without getting bored. you're there for me and you've shown your love for me countless times and i cannot even begin to say how much it means to me. i love you!

@oopsiedaisydeer. i'm sooo happy that we're like friends now because you're such a nice and cool person. you're an amazing writer and i love when i see updates on your ponyo au. you're so sweet and show me so much support on literally everything. i love you!

@bernardsbendystraws. dare i say that you're the mother of sturniolo tumblr?!?! you're genuinely such and amazing and funny person and make the tumblr fandom a much better place. i love how during that whole pedo scandal, you were there for absolutely every single person and were so helpful in the whole ordeal. you aren't scared of what anyone says about you and you're so confident, it's so admirable (this also goes for @muwapsturniolo, cause if i recall correctly she called her workplace or something like that which is honestly a boss ass move). your writing is also just amazing and never disappoints. you're like a breath of fresh air (that sounded better in my head but it's okay). i love you!

and i've saved the best for last, @snoopychris. idek what to say. like i'm being serious. i love you so much and you're my absolute favorite person on here. i love being able to talk to you everyday and ik you'll be there to listen without judgement. you're so funny (and a bit odd) and i love you for it. you're genuinely like a big sister to me in a way and i just feel like talking to you makes my day. whether it's about an au or just yapping (or saying some weird shit about chris) it always makes my day just so much better. i literally trust you soooo much even if we’ve only known each other for a short time. like when i say i trust you, i mean like i TRUST you. atp, i trust you enough to know what my face looks like, my actual name, and other personal info. like genuinely i feel so comfortable talking to you and you never fail to make me happy! you're such a fun person and so creative. also you're writing?!?! i literally love it. i love you 🧠!

obviously there are so many other people who i absolutely love, adore, and cherish with my whole heart, but these people stick out to me! anyways, i love you guys so much and am so thankful for everyone's constant support. i'm so happy with all the new friends i've made on this app and am looking forward to making many many many more! with lots of love...

toodles sluts :)

(i felt it was necessary to bring back sluts for this post...)

also the fact that i actually wrote that shit at the top from my heart impresses me….. like what?!?!

also one last note, if there’s some misspelled words or i’m just repeating myself like an idiot, please note that its still early and even tho i woke up over an hour ago, im still like half asleep

[bbitess]

goth and metal prt 1-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)

brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry

warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism

(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)

thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)

Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.

As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.

“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”

the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”

“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.

“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”

oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.” the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.

oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,

(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)

“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”

(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)

he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so she swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as Y/N inched closer to his face.

“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.

Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.

Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”

“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”

“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.

Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.

oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.

after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.

“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” Y/N says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.

later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.

she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.

when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.

“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”

she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”

oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.

she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.

the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.

oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”

Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”

she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.

he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. she felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”

oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.

oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.

oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.

then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds. “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”

oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.

part 2 here

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

The Way That Lovers Do.

(i’m on my period and feeling a bit sad, but i was on tik tok and saw this lovely video of this couple and they looked so in love while sitting at this table ^. it inspired me to get out of my writing slump) sorry if the story is a bit unorganized, i was struggling on what to write.

it was your second date with him. he was a very sweet guy. usually, people say that opposites attract and they do, but really we look for the similarities.

when you two talk to each other it was like gazing into a whole different world. for example, his career was totally different from yours, and the stories that he would tell you about his job would be shocking enough to make your jaw drop. he was so eager to talk while you were intent with listening. you had no problem with this, he even made to effort to listen to you (which is different from your ex’s).

he was a little shy and so we’re you, being that it was your second date with him, it’s expected to feel this way. yet, his nervousness only propelled him to go on nervous rambles and very detailed stories. and like mentioned before, you throughly enjoyed them.

6:45 pm

he pulls up to your house, you swear that time was moving quicker than it usually did. so when you hear the door bell ring, you’re rushing to fit things in your tiny bag, making sure you’ve got everything you needed. ‘gum, phone, lip gloss, perfume, keys, wallet,’ you quickly check off while rushing down the stairs. the sun was setting, leaving a nice warm glow around him when you opened your front door.

“hi.. hello” he repeats nervously as if you didn’t hear him the first time.

“hello” you smile back at him. he stares at you almost as if he’s in a daze, and you stare back reciprocating the same look. he looks very very good. his style is a tad bit different from yours, color wise. you guys both made the effort to dress up on your second date. A complete contrast from your first date where you guys were dressed down (because y’all painted in the park 🤭) .

“uh, you look very very beautiful,” he says as he reaches out for your hand. “thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you smile again, looking him up and down, while giving him your hand. he smiles really hard and mumbles a thank you, while he closes your door.

when you guys reach the car, he opens the door for you like a princess, waving his hand in front in a way how chauffeurs (idek bro😭) do in fairytales. when you get inside you see him quickly walk to the drivers side and you try to reach over the console to open his door as well.

7:20 pm

upon arriving to the restaurant, you both walk in hand in hand. the smell of fresh bread and soft jazz giving you a warm welcome, the lights dimly lit and the evening sun helping light up the restaurant.

“this place is nice,” you say to him. “i’m glad you like it, i took some of my coworkers here a little while ago, it was nice and the food was good,” he replies. “they serve french cuisine here, so i figure that it would be romantic”. you smile at him and you can tell he starts to get nervous. “cause you know, like, France, heh.. Eiffel tower—,” you start to rub your thumb over his hand to calm him a little “i understand,” you laugh.

“so what did you try the last time you were here,” you ask, as you guys get settled in your seats.

“we’ll, this place is very well known for their soufflés, so last time i got the salmon and asparagus soufflé i believe.”

“hmm, i might try that”

9:05 pm

the night is going beautifully. after you both ate you decided to talk for a while. while you tell him about your drama at work, or the latest trend you saw on tick tok, he would be heavily engaged. he would keep deep eye contact with you and would have a through response and/or interesting opinions. Not only that but he was a good listener.

when you first met him, you were a bit thrown off by him. considering that you didn’t know him well enough, it was so easy to come up with assumption about him based on how he looked and what people around him said about him. but after your first date with him, you found yourself a lot more eager to learn about him, and so was he about you.

so when he starts to share his stories about his day, and he shows how he was listening to you by relating his stories to yours, or even brining up similar topics, you find yourself smiling at him (the wine isn’t helping either).

so as the night grew longer, and the conversations became deeper. you found that you guys are much alike. and although you guys are different in many ways, the main thing you have in common is you hope you guys can love each other the way that lovers do.

—

Kageyama, suga, asahi, kita (but i feel like he’s a bit more direct), goshiki, Aone, sakusa (i feel he’s a bit more direct too), Aaron T, Aaron Z, (maybe) Robaire, Iida, miguel o’hara (he wouldn’t be stuttering, but he’d be shy, i feel like he’s lowkey corny.. jus a lil bit) peter b. parker, miles (BUT LIKE OF AGE/ NO ALCOHOL!!)

[starsval]

you're losing me

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus giving you mixed signals. based on you're losing me by taylor swift.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: idek if i like this but i'll just post it. thanks to @myriadmoons for helping me write this, ily<3

Stop, you’re losin’ me

“you’re so pretty” he’s practically on top of you, although the common room is empty. he’s touching your face, your hair, your hands. he sees you’re getting flustered and continues. “you don’t understand how pretty you are”

“remus” you wince, trying to get away from his hold.

“what, babe?” he says, almost mocking you.

“stop” you insist.

“stop what?” he hides in your neck, and you can feel the smirk growing on his face when your hand goes to his hair.

“this” he doesn’t seem to care, because he distances from you, puts his hand on the back of your neck, leaning in to kiss you.

when he pulls away, he leans his forehead on yours, and for a moment, it seems like he’s going to confess, like he’s going to say the three words you’re waiting for. 

but he doesn’t,

instead, he pulls away when he hears your friends walking in, he sits back on the couch, away from you, and starts reading like nothing happened.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

you were sitting next to him, watching him lie on the infirmary bed, just like every month. 

"babe, stop doing that" you don't know when he woke up, you just know that his hand is on yours so you stop biting your nails. you immediately get up, grabbing his face so you can look at it. 

"how are you feeling?" he smiles, staring at your eyes. if only he could see the storms in them. 

"good" he replies as he grabs your waist, moving you to lie next to him. 

and you stay like that for a while, talking about nothing in particular, his hands on you all the time. 

once he feels better he gets up, slowly gathering his things. you walk him to the door, but you don't get out. 

"i think i'll stay here for a bit, i'm feeling sick" you look at him, and there's a bit of confusion in his eyes. 

"oh, okay" that's the last thing he says before leaving. 

Stop, you’re losin’ me

the next time he sees you, you're both at a party, and your friends aren't there yet. so he approaches you, takes a sip from your cup and puts his arms around you. 

"hi" he smiles. 

"hi" you smile back. 

"i love your outfit" he stares at it. 

"thanks" 

"i could show you how much i love it in my room thought" he smirks when you blush. 

"stop"

"okay" he replies, but he hugs you tighter. 

and you stay like that for a bit, but when he sees lily walking towards you he completely pulls away, and he disappears before you can say something. 

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're running down the hallway

And you know what they all say

"You don't know what you got until it's gone"

when you walk out of the common room, he doesn't know whether to follow you or not. he stares at the now cold spot next to him, but he's not sure if he should follow you. 

when he sees you, you're drying your face. and he stares at the redness of them. 

"love, are you okay?" he sits next to you, on the hallway floor. 

"yes" he sighs, taking one of your hands in his. 

"if you need anything, i'm here, you know?" he explains, not staring at you. 

"i know" 

neither of you talk for a while, you staring at the wall in front of you, him staring at your hand on his. 

"i'm sorry that my pain is a burden" 

"your pain could never be an imposition" he assures you. 

"stop" 

"it's true, i mean it"

he says, but as soon as someone calls him from the end of the hallway, he gets up. 

"i'm sorry, i have to leave"

and you know you shouldn't care, you know you shouldn't go to his dorm later that day so you can go study together, you know you should just ignore him. but you go anyway. 

"you're going to study with mrs. moony?" you hear sirius ask remus, from outside the room. 

"stop fucking calling her mrs. moony, she's not my wife" you hear remus spat at sirius, and you think that you might just leave, that you don't want to listen to the whole conversation. 

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" sirius doesn't know you're there, but he's still offended. 

"she's just following me all the time, asking me if she can help me, she's just a people pleaser, like i would marry her" and that's when you decide that it's enough, that you don't want to keep listening, that you don't want to see him anymore. 

and he waits, he waits for you in the library, where you were supposed to meet. he waits until curfew. he waits until the next morning, when you're supposed to sit next to him during breakfast. he waits in class, where you're supposed to sit next to him. 

but you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone. 

Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party (You're losing me)

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

he approaches you again while you're choosing something to drink. 

"i like your outfit" he smiles. 

"stop" you walk away from him, making him frown. 

"what? 

"you're losing me"

“what? c’mon, talk to me”

he follows you out of the party, to talk, he said, but when you want to, he doesn't listen. instead, he takes your cup out of your hand. 

"stop ignoring me!" you say when he starts looking around. 

"i'm not!" but then he looks at a couple who just walked out of the common room. 

"i'm the best thing at this party"

you're losing me

he doesn't talk, he just stares at you, that's when you feel the tears filling your eyes. 

"and i wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser" you chuckle, tears running down your face. "who only wanted you to see her"

you wait for him to say something, to apologize, to take his words back, to react, but he just stares at you. 

"Do something, babe, say something" (Say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (You're losing me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing" (I got nothing)

"To believe, unless you're choosing me"

"do something, babe, say something" you insist, but he just looks at the floor. "lose something, risk something"

you're losing me

"chose something, love, i got nothing" you tell him, waiting for him to do something. 

to believe, unless you're choosing me

[cultkinkcoven]

had a very very strange dream with Lucifer and Archangel Jophiel last night.

I was in some kind of grassy field, it kinda looked like a park with crows flying and milling about. In the ground was this huge cutout in the grass in the shape of a triangle. In the triangle were two lit candles, one black and one white, and a little cauldron full of water. Beside the cauldron were tea leaves.

So I step into the triangle and sit there. Not sure what to do. But the park is really nice, the sun is out and the wind is very warm and cozy. So I just chill there for a bit.

Then Jophiel randomly appears wearing white robes. He sits in the circle and puts down some cups, brews some tea in the cauldron. He doesn’t say anything, so I’m like “uh? hey? long time no see”

He hands me a cup and then says something like “I liked your theory but you got a few things wrong”

and I immediately knew what he was talking about. Yesterday I made a post about a conversation Lucifer and I had about the war of heaven and hell and the fall. So I was intrigued. What did i get wrong?

Before he has the opportunity to speak Lucifer appears, and he also in the triangle. Now each of us occupy each of its corners. Surprising because I don’t think I’ve ever seen the two together in the same scene like this.

and he says something like “I thought it was very good! Angels are perfectionists, they get hung up on every little detail.”

and Jophiel replies “well the devil is in the details”

and then there is an awkward kind of silence, before Jophiel stands up and says he’s departing.

And Lucifer stands too, agreeing and saying that he and I have business to attend to as well. And i’m confused.

He picks me up in his arms and before I can realize we’re somewhere totally different. His throne room office, but his desk is gone.

And then someone else enters the room. They were a shadowy figure that my eyes couldn’t really understand.

and this “person” starts talking to Lucifer, saying something like:

“O, shining one, we head your command. But your muts must be held on a tighter leash. She shares mistruths and confuses your disciples with arrogance. How dare she share your secret gnosis with strangers on the internet? I plead you punish her as deserved”

They spoke with deep anger. They were furious.

and I’m like??????????

is this dude talking about me???? Did he refer to me as a mut??? And also??????? is he misgendering me rn???? I was so confused dude.

And the entire time this guy is speaking Lucifer is looking at me. Until after a while of him ranting he puts up his hand and the dude shuts up.

Then Lucifer extends his hand to me and I walk over to him.

then he says “I want you to see this.”

He had a short monologue here, to this thing, and I can’t remember entirely what he said. But the bottom line was “you have a lot of audacity. He is none of your concern. “

And then he stands up and like

obliterates the dude. Like there was just a really bright flash and then the dude was gone.

He sits back down, and has me sit on his lap, petting me.

and then??? he’s like “Do you ever consider priesthood?”

and I remember very distinctly saying “no” right before the dream ended or ??? idk maybe I just don’t remember the rest

I presume????? that was his way of saying fuck the haters but that was a really strange way to go about it

idek

[hermitsdump]

I'm going to try to list my jjk crushes in order of when they began (wish I took notes on that) and try to see whether my demi/aroace ass has a type.

I welcome you to judge me for this idc man

the spirits that absorbed Sukuna's finger were so fine. originally thought I'd get into jjk for the curses and why are jjk men so thirsted after when the curses??

Hanami was probably the first actual crush? I mean w depth and fic ideas etc

Utahime is most realistically my type. if she were real I would have the most soul crushing crush on her so I'm glad she's fictional

but if we're judging by looks?? idk he's kind of the most attractive man in jjk tbh (a lot of "jjk men" are not men to me lmfao)

that one scene in JJK0 where Geto absorbs the curse from that girl... made me fall for him so hard that I spent months spinning theories on how Geto did nothing wrong and now I fullheartedly believe that Geto is innocent and pure and it is Toji's worms fault. all roads lead to kenjaku

after eventually forgiving him for hurting my son Yuuji... yeah this one was intense lmfaooooo I was down bad for Choso for a long time.

fell for this idiot stupid hard after... begrudgingly writing him into my first jjk fic bc it was necessary for the plot. and then realized how relatable we are. how perfect it would be to have a roommate w the same level of photophobia. I think we'd be rly compatible but I often get the ick from source material but then I fold again while reading or writing fics and he's been my #1 crush sometimes too so idek man. blue eyes fkn scare me but if he covers them we can make it work

sukuna my beloved.... maybe the biggest crush of my fkn life I dunno tho. far too much to say here so I digress.

accidentally fell for Eiso too tho. I forget why I was writing something I think? the tongue thing gives me the ick bc I cannot stand mouth noises but otherwise I love him idek

idek what my deal is but I have something for judgeman. can't wait for them to be animated. it's like. my favorite tattoo lmfaooooo (since judgeman hasn't been animated yet I'm saving my last gif for juzo)

preserving bones etc and customizing dead things into furniture and accessibility aids that are comfortable and look nice?? he's so passionate about his interest and puts so much love into the work he does. maybe can't see the forest from the trees bc of it but we can work on that.

[hiemaldesirae]

AU where *Vox* is the one who disappears for 7 years, and ALL of Hell suffers for it. The remaining 2 Vees end up with their souls contracted to Alastor, Carmilla and Zestial have to become allies and join forces-most overlords do by the time Vox comes back there ARE no solo Overlords left, except technically Rosie and Alastor but even they are 'allies' in the loosest sense. Everyone else is paired up and it all because of the madness of Radio Demon at the disappearance of his muse. He's shacked up inside of The Vees Tower, taking over Vox's floor as his own, adding a radio tower to the side of it.

And then, 7 years after his disappearance, Vox reappears and joins Charlie Morningstar at her hotel for rehabilitation of sinners of all things, with Angel Dust as her first client, and--

The very foundations of Hell shake.

OHHH this one is fun. yesyesyes im so onboard with this one!!! i think about swap aus very fondly no matter how many times i see premises where vox and al get their storylines swapped ill ALWAYS eat it up.

okay so i do have some questions i want to get over with first. did al and vox breakup before the whole. (waves hands) seven year leave thing. like did they fight before he left because that brings a wholly different dynamic to the table rather than 'oh vox just disappeared one day', which in fairness i can see driving alastor crazy in a much different way, but also if they'd fought beforehand and alastor had expected to see vox back with the vees the day after or something, only to find him missing with no one aware of where he was... hoo boy. and also- does alastor take over the entertainment district here? like, he's got val and velvette as contracted souls, so do they stop running the district because they can no longer hold the respect of those they were once under and just do menial tasks under al's servitude, or is there a completely different dynamic here that ive passed over?

anyway with that over with... (bashes my head into the wall) YES I NEED THIS. ohmuy god. the aus where vox is sponsoring the hazbin hotel because of a deal he made with lucifer or something have been haunting my head for weeks upon end and i cant help but imagine something similar here- i can just imagine how pissed alastor would be to learn of the fact that vox was back and didnt even think to go and SHOW HIMSELF to him first??? vox was HIS. his muse, his rival, his stupid, stupid picture box- and he went off to make a deal with that bright-faced, stupid little princess of hell? instead of going back to alastor? no, no, no, that cant do, absolutely not, VALENTINO, you have to get your oblivious little employee under control before i rip out both your throats-- anyway. i imagine al probably hates intearcting with either of the vees but he does to make sure theyre not dead or trying to kill him (its all for voxs sake. he wouldn't be glad to return and find his friends slaughtered, after all.)

sorry i dont really have any other thoughts to addonto this (theres a reason why i havent written/drawn a swap au with them and its because ive no idea how the story would change given all the different nuances that we dont yet know... so. yeah) except maybe that alastor would probably be pissed as hell at the attention vox gets when he returns- because he was a celebrity figure before he was gone, too, and his return is like the equivalent to a comeback on princess diana's revenge dress level. instead of being pissed that other sinners are paying attention to vox in a 'they should be looking at me' kind of way though he's more pissed in a 'no one should look at him except for me' kind of way which really weirds charlie vaggie and angel out who are kinda just going like... 'are you sure about that guy man' and vox just shrugs like 'well last time i was face to face with him we had a really bitter breakup fight so idek if hes sure about me tbh'