#and my music taste isn’t stable enough for this

[anunfortunatekinlist]

Song for each letter of your username

thanks for tagging me @silkencanis ily <3

Alien Blues- Vundabar

Na Na Na (Na Na Na…)- MCR

Uptown Girl- Billy Joel

Night Train- Guns N’ Roses

Friday I’m In Love- The Cure

Oh No- MARINA

Rät- Penelope Scott

THE LONELIEST- Måneskin

Under Pressure- Queen, David Bowie

Never Ending Song- Conan Gray

All The Small Things- blink-182

The Chain- Fleetwood Mac

Engravings- Ethan Bortnick

Kiss the Go-Goat- Ghost

I’m Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket- Pierce The Veil

No Surprises- Radiohead

Lady Stardust- David Bowie

I Can’t Handle Change- Roar

SUPERMODEL- Måneskin

The Queen is Dead- The Smiths

(why the fuck do i have such a long username) and can we ignore how clapped my music taste is.

@lesbianmckinnonn and idk who else, don’t really know anyone on here but i’m curious

[soulofapatrick]

Finding You - Tommy Miller x reader

Summary: Joel; Ellie and Y/N find Jackson and you also end up finding Tommy who doesn’t want to waste a minute continuing where your relationship left off

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: mostly fluff with a little smut near the end (female receiving oral)

Y/N’s POV

"Don't even think about raising your weapons!" A female voice cuts through the pleasant silence and we look up to see a blonde woman up a lookout on the right of the gate, gun pointed at us, "Tell the girls to drop their weapons." 

"Do as she says," Joel tells us, hands up but one still in reach of his gun if needs be. I glance to the left and my heart stops for a second as I think I see a flash of familiar dirty blond hair. 

"They're safe." 

That voice. It can't be. 

"You know them?" The woman lowers her gun, voice still full of distrust. 

The air gets knocked out of my lungs when the gate opens and the voice I haven’t heard in years is joined by his face, “That’s my damn brother.” He hasn’t seen me yet as I’m mostly hidden by Joel’s broad frame. They hug before the brothers part and he speaks again, “Goddamn you’re getting old!” 

“Tommy, this is Ellie and well you’re very familiar with-“ Joel’s cut off mid sentence when Tommy utters my name in a whisper as Joel steps aside to reveal me and Ellie. He's the same except he's grown a beard now and he seems to have grown into his features more. He's a bit rough around the edges but who isn't in this post apocalyptic hell?

"Hi," I breathe, breaking the quiet. Tommy doesn't speak, just opens his arms and it's all I need. I let my gun and bag fall to the muddy floor, ignoring Joel's grumbles as I'm sprinting to Tommy. I throw myself into his welcoming arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders as I bury my face in his neck. 

"Oh love," He coos, a calloused hand carding through my hair while the other hold me up by my waist, “Where have you been?”

It seems to trigger something in me so much so I’m pulling away enough to look at him. Before I really process it I’m slapping him, “Where have I been?! Where did you go?!” 

Tommy doesn’t reply, sea green eyes brightening as he just grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger guiding my lips to his. It’s as if no time has passed, except the slight graze of his beard is a new feeling but his lips… they taste like home and like a time before this. 

“Ahem!” Joel clears his throat and Tommy sets me back on my feet. He picks up my pack, Joel already having grabbed my gun before it gets water damage. 

“Come on, I bet you’re all hungry.” Tommy grabs my hand in his before guiding us past the gate and into Jackson. It’s breath taking, like stepping into the past. There’s electricity and people are going about their days as if there isn’t a threat of the cordyceps outside of the walls. Not a lot seems to have changed except there’s stables, gardens and farm areas from what I can see. 

“Fucking starving!” Ellie replies, pocketing her gun and ignoring the pointed look Joel sends her way, “So you’re the famous Tommy.” 

“Famous huh?” Tommy grins that boyish grin at her and she laughs a little, “I hope just good stuff.” 

“The idiot younger brother who disappeared one night and would radio in every three months or so and the man I would sacrifice myself for,” Ellie begins listing all the things Joel and I have called Tommy, “The man I set to marry; the younger brother; the wilder brother; the love of my life-“ 

“Okay you can shut up now,” Joel speaks gruffly as if feeling my embarrassment because they’re all things I’ve never actually said to Tommy. We were. Heading to engagement territory before he disappeared from the QZ with a bunch of others. 

Tommy doesn’t speak, just grips my hand tighter as he guides us to a bar called the Tipsy Bison. It’s almost overwhelming stepping inside to the busy bar after it being the just the three of us for months. There’s music playing and people are dancing, lively chatter is heard from the bar and people are watching as Tommy leads us to one of the only empty booths. From the looks of it everyone knows this is his booth. I have to remind myself we’re in his town. 

“Beer?” Maria asks as we sit down, Joel and Ellie opposite me and Tommy. 

“Yes please.” Ellie chirps up. 

“Non alcoholic for us two, she’s fourteen.” I interject and Ellie just pouts causing Tommy to chuckle and a smile to tug at the corner of Maria’s lips. 

“Alright, two beers and two non alcoholics coming right up.” She nods before heading for the crowded bar. Tommy doesn’t waste any time pulling me to his chest, holding me close as socially acceptable. I just interlock our fingers, squeezing his hand and letting my head rest back against his shoulder, my eyes slipping shut as I just take in the sounds of life and joy. 

“Hey sweetheart, no falling asleep yet,” Tommy presses a kiss to my temple and I just let out a grumble, turning my face into the crook of his neck because I’m exhausted. I’d rather sleep than eat right now. 

The familiar smell of pizza fills my senses and I’m salivating, debating to take back whether I’d prefer to sleep because opening my eyes we’re greeting by a giant sharing pizza. Ellie’s eyeing it like a starved gazelle and I realise Ellie’s never had pizza before. 

“What is this?” She reaches for a slice, subsequently burning her fingers.

“This, kiddo, is a pizza. One of the best things to be ever invented.” Joel’s loosened up a bit and he actually looks happy and relaxed, much like before the outbreak. I can imagine Sarah sitting where Ellie is and can almost forget there is an apocalypse happening. Sarah would be proud of how far Joel has come since 2013. 

“Dig in before it gets cold,” Tommy’s nudging me and I reach for a slice, groaning as the flavours burst from the first bite having missed the taste of any food other than beef jerky. Oh god it’s orgasmic and I know my sounds have an effect on Tommy because he’s gripping my thigh under the table as if warning me. 

Ellie and Joel are also eating like starved animals, none of us having had pizza since the outbreak or ever in Ellie’s case. 

“We are having more of this shit, like so much more!” Ellie talks around a mouthful and I’d scold her but she just seems too happy. This, I could so get used to this but I can’t help feeling guilty because Sarah should be here too. Ellie and Sarah would get on so well; they’d drive Joel crazy but the soft look he gives Ellie now is the same one he used to give Sarah.

“‘M tired Tommy,” I whine quietly once I’m full, leaning against Tommy again and ready to fall asleep. Ellie’s also yawning, pretending to not be tired even though her eyes are fluttering shut before she shakes her head to wake her up.

“Okay sweetheart,” He shifts me so I have to sit up so he can squeeze past me, “I’ll go get Maria so she can show Joel and Ellie where they’ll be staying.” 

“O-okay.” I reluctantly let his hand go and watch as he disappears into the crowd, only to reappear a few moments later with Maria following. They’re talking and she’s nodding, obviously his right hand woman and it makes me a little jealous honestly. 

“Joel, Ellie if you follow Maria, we’ll come find you in the morning and give you the grand tour of Jackson.” Tommy tell the pair, helping me out of the booth. The cold air wakes me up a little and it’s pleasantly nice as Tommy begins to guide me in the opposite direction to my two companions. 

“Wait!” Ellie’s sprinting over and wrapping her arms tightly around my waist as if I’m going to disappear so I gently pull her away enough to cup her face in my hands and make her look at me. 

“I’ll be here in the morning, I promise.” I tell her, noticing the panic in her eyes as she grips the sleeves of my jacket, “I need you to keep Joel out of trouble for me, damn cowboy attracts it like a magnet don’t he.” She giggles at that, hugging me tightly once more. 

“I’ll throw a fucking sandwich at you if you’re gone tomorrow.” She threatens, throwing me back to the subways station we were camping in near the beginning of the journey. I just laugh and kiss her hair before she scrambles back to follow Joel and Maria. 

“Throw a sandwich?” Tommy raises an eyebrow at me as he captures my hand in his, leading the way to his house. It’s amazing compared to where I’ve been sleeping the last few months, everything looking so loved and homey as we step inside. It’s so Tommy and my heart swells when I see a few photos of us on the mantle piece, a small chuckle escaping my lips at the one of the four of us. Tommy’s giving me a piggyback ride while Joel is covering Sarah’s eyes and we’re all laughing and happy, unaware of our futures. 

“Did you ever find anyone else?” I ask cautiously as Tommy leads me upstairs to his room. It makes him stop in place, turning to look at me with a mixture of hurt and surprise on his face, “Because there was nothing other than you Tommy.” 

“Sweetheart,” He makes me face him when we’re in his bedroom, “It has always been you. I would never date anyone else.” 

“I- I didn’t mean just date…” I say quietly, looking anywhere but him. 

“Darlin’” That southern twang makes me weak at the knees still, “Unless you count my hand as cheating, no, I haven’t been with or thought of anyone else.” 

“Tommy,” I grab his wrist as he goes to get undressed for bed, making him glance back at me with the same soft look he used to give me when I’d call his name when seeing him, “I love you.” 

I’m suddenly being swept off of my feet and thrown on the bed that feels like heaven compared to the forest floor but I don’t get much time to take it in because Tommy’s hovering over me, “You don’t know how long I have waited to hear that.” He growls, marking my neck with open mouthed kissed, “I love you too.” He punctuates every word with a cheeky bite. I feel like they’re going to leave marks and that Tommy knows that from the way he pulls back enough to meet my gaze with that stupid boyish grin that has me melting into his grip. 

“‘M tired,” I rub my eyes, yawning and Tommy kisses my cheek before climbing off me. I follow suit, kicking my boots off then going to unbutton my jeans when Tommy’s hand bat mine away. He crouches in front of me as he pulls my jeans down my legs, the fabric stinging my cold and aching skin but it’s soon placated by gentle and loving kisses. He pushes me to sit back down on the bed by my hips so he can get the jeans off of me before he nudges my legs apart with his nose. I oblige, swallowing as he kisses up my thighs stopping at the edges of my panties before going to do the same the other side. 

I let out a whine because the man knows exactly what he’s doing to me, he can probably see at this point. Oh yeah he definitely knows how turned on I am when teeth graze over the fabric of my slowly soaking panties. He slides his hands up my thighs, fingers playing with the waistband as if giving me time to protest or stop him. Like that’s going to happen. 

Oh fuck! He wastes no time once my panties hit the floor, licking the length of my folds. It sends a jolt through me and my thighs instinctively clamp around his head which has him chuckling and prying them apart again as he heads for my clit. 

“Fuck, Tommy,” A hand finds his hair as he sucks to distract me from the two fingers that are suddenly filling me up. I can’t stop the sounds or the way my back arches as he curls his fingers just right, hitting that bundle of nerves. I’m so sensitive and strung up I’m not going to last very long and Tommy knows it from the way he smiles. The bastard has the audacity to bite my thigh before returning to eating me out like I’ve never been eaten out before, “T-Tommy, fuck… I’m-“

“I know darlin’. I know,” He soothes, his other hand that isn’t currently inside me gripping my waist hard enough to leave a delicious bruise, fingertips digging in. It doesn’t take much more for me to start fluttering around his fingers which he suddenly replaces with his tongue. That alone has me coming undone, edges of my vision whiting out as he guides me through the high. 

“You’re so perfect,” Tommy sits back on his heels, watching me as I try catching my breath as sleep starts to claw its way back into my state of mind. It’s as if he can read my mind because he’s cleaning me up with a shirt that was on the floor before cleaning his own face, “Lemme find you something clean to wear sweetheart.” 

“But you-“ 

“We have all the time in the world,” He shakes his head, holding out an oversized shirt for me to change into. I do just that, relishing in how it smells just like Tommy: hay; gunpowder and something sweet. The combination of the soft bed and Tommy’s body curling around my back has my eyes slipping shut, not failing to hear his quiet whisper, “Never leave me again.” 

[peppertaemint]

So both Jimin and Jisoo debuted albums and they are being heavily criticized for lack of skills. Many people think they aren’t ready or even deserving of solo careers.

I’m curious if you have an opinion about this because you seem like a chill nice person who at the same time isn’t afraid to criticize when needed.

For me the answer is simple: I listen to song, if I like it I keep doing that, maybe I check the choreo, the end.

And I liked both Like crazy(the best title track of a BTS solo album) and Flower(second best BP solo after Jennie’s Solo) so I don’t really care about how good these two are.

Hi Anon,

Thanks for your Ask. I certainly try to remain chill and level-headed.

I think it all comes down to taste and preference. I've enjoyed Jimin's kshow performances because I love the emphasis on dance. His singing has never been particularly great or exciting to me, so I'm not watching for that. On recorded music, his voice is used very well, and there are songs I like him on.

Jisoo's solo I can't comment on because I haven't watched, but again, your enjoyment will be down to what you prefer. Rosé, for instance, is a strong singer. Sometimes I watch her videos from Sea of Hope because they're outstanding. So, I'm interested in her voice. I'm not particularly looking for dance performance video.

For me, someone like Taemin has the whole package. But, there's plenty of people who don't like his voice, despite it being strong and stable. It's all down to taste. This is why I think "fan wars" are pointless. I can hear a kpop performer sing terribly, but if enough people love them and vote for them and buy records, what does my opinion matter?

Things change if we're talking about formal criticism, but that's different from personal opinions and preference. I hope that makes sense.

[crystal-clear-gems]

It’s so easy to believe that things will be okay when you’re holding my hand. When you’re hugging me close and I can feel your arms wrapped tightly around me. The colors are always so vivid, so clear when we’re like this. And the taste and the smells are so strong and so easy to get lost in when you’re kissing me or when my head’s buried in your hair. Every sound is music, no matter how loud or quiet, or high or low, or flat or full or sharp. Everything just seems like it’s overwhelming with such beauty and such clarity.

…But then you let go.

You pull away to go to them, to make their worlds into a wonder while they help you grow your own. And from the outside looking in it’s so wholesome. It’s so nice to see and makes my heart melt. And then I realize, I’m part of this too. And it drops.

Suddenly the world around me turns hazy, monochrome and blending together as nothing seems to stand out. Nothing matters enough to gain my attention and so I’m just stumbling through trying to remember how these maps looked before my tears stained them and erased the markings I needed to find my way. Taste and smell disappears as I eat only to keep what’s left of me alive rather than to enjoy what I’m given. My one tie to faith somehow turns bleak too, as the feelings which hammered against my chest dulls into a faint pulse, and hardly even that.

And I hate that that means I’m addicted to you again, because I promised myself that I would be able to give myself my own colors and just let you provide more saturation and depth should you want to. But the colors that I have for myself are all spent trying to paint a pretty picture for you and them, so when you turn away I have nothing left to enjoy for my own.

I don’t blame you. It’s my own way of working that makes me like this. And I don’t blame myself either because that’s alright. I know it can be beautiful in the right medium as I know it’s left me breathless with awe and pride before.

But this? This isn’t it. I don’t know what it is, and believe me I wish I knew how to make it work. I wish I knew immediately how to adjust it and that I could. But I can’t. The colors just don’t stick and the support just isn’t stable. If I build, it’s built to fall apart. And maybe some others can take that, sculpting like they would in the sand or with cards which are meant to fall over and over and for them to pick back up again.

The only problem is neither of us have that determination to keep restarting. At least, I don’t. I get tired. After the pain of the loss of my work subsides and the anger fades and the disappointment… I have nothing left for it.

Because I already gave it my all. Tried the hardest I could in every way I could. And it just didn’t work.

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 24! For context, see my post “A Project”     under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA   stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Personal Jesus

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6/16/2012                                     mc ex hu

I always get a chuckle when Jukebox references the song the story takes its title from, as he does here. This story though .... it's maybe a little dark, in the current timeline. Religious fundamentalists in government, on the Supreme Court, well. It isn't as entertaining now as it was in 2012. The way our unnamed hacker stopped it is delightful, but ... again, a little bit sci-fi magic-y for me, and the story does remain dark enough that I just can't quite get into it. 4/10 spirals. 

 Only In My Dreams

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6/23/2012                                     mc ff

As a queer gal who was raised Catholic, this story never doesn't give me EMOTIONS. It wasn't fair of Nancy to do that to Lori quite so firmly, but at the same time, I can't entirely fault her motives. But it is all magic, and while influencing dreams is a fascinating form of control, it still isn't quite what does it for me. 7/10 spirals. 

 Angel Eyes

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7/7/2012                                       mc mf md

Jukebox, I need you to know that I hear Miles' "That's right" in a *very* particular tone in my head, because I remember the MCForum arena contest you wrote this story for. That aside, this is a lovely story, remarkably sweet, and while I will never grok Jill's joy in being both exhibitionist and voyeur, it's clear that she, at least, enjoys herself. This is clearly an established trigger, but seeing just how it effects Jill's mind as she sinks into it, as Miles guides her down, is lovely. And the fact that it makes me think of a specific, lovely thing just makes me smile more. 10/10 spirals. 

 She Came In Through the Bathroom Window

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7/14/2012                                     mc mf ff

This is creepy and full of horror and to me, not at all sexy. Especially in an age of a highly-contagious virus. And zombies - of any flavor - just have never done it for me. It's well written, so if that's your jam, you'll likely enjoy it, but it isn't for me. 3/10 spirals. 

 Miles Away

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7/21/2012                                     mc mf md

I normally can really enjoy the "hypnotee is unaware that they're being hypnotised" approach, but something about this one just bothers me. Probably the general tone of it all, seeing how particular I can be on consent vs pushing past a no, etc, which if you've been reading along you know well about me by now. But it's skillfully, subtly done, so A+ to Kurt on his technique, and I do enjoy seeing what's going on in Debbie's head while it happens. 6/10 spirals. 

 We R Who We R

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7/28/2012                                     mc mf ff md

This is a clever concept, overwriting concepts with letters. Though I *do* wonder why he bothered to override the concept of "fuck." that one doesn't quite make sense to me, for all the rest do. Even if I have to guess a little at what letter means what concept. It makes for a seriously good story, though, even if it isn't to my usual tastes. 7/10 spirals. 

 The Long and Winding Road

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8/4/2012                                       mc

Another one of Jukebox's inductions, and it's a really good one. I appreciate the care in this one added to help someone if they're trying to stay unnoticed or whatever, and the image of a journey works really well for me, too. It's an all-around good induction, though like his other ones it feels designed to be recorded rather than read. 8/10 spirals 

 Pop Music

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8/11/2012                                     mc ff ma hu

Ok, but if the drug breaks down on contact with oxygen, how long does it stay stable in the lungs? In the bloodstream? Inquiring biochemists want to know. Otherwise, the story is fine, really, but it it's science-as-magic again, in a way that just misses what I'd enjoy about it. And then I get very distracted by the science because I'm a nerd like that. 6/10 spirals. 

 Zap

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10/6/2012                                     mc mf md

This is a lovely, wonderful, delightful bit of comedy. Oh, sure, it's hot enough, if you like the magic neurosicence gun tropes, leaving someone completely enslaved at the press of a button - and I know some of my readers will. But besides that, the set-up is just entertaining and made me laugh on a day I really needed it. There's so much I enjoy about this story, the characters, the build, all of it.I just kinda wish it felt less like hi-tech magic. 8/10 spirals. 

 I Alone

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2/9/2013                                       mc mf sf

This is sad and melancholy, and also a little hard to read due to the well-justified *odd* language. It follows reasonable rules, and I got used to it after a bit, but it was still a little challenging. I definitely don't see this as all that mind-control heavy, or erotic, and I'm admittely surprised Simon let it onto the Archive to begin with. ??/10 spirals 

[enhaheeseung]

Darling

Pairing : heeseung x reader

Warnings: smut, (obviously) soft/hard dom hee, dirty talk, degradation, cum eating, pacification, oral, deep throating, established relationship. I think that’s it. If there are more, please let me know.

Word count: 1145

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🚨If any of these warnings are offensive or triggering, please do not read. If you are bothered by anything, please let me know privately so I can deal with the matter as quickly as possible. Make sure to read all warnings before proceeding.🚨

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“You really just can’t get enough of this cock can you, darling?” He spoke to you in a low voice.

Of course, you couldn’t reply when he had his huge cock stuffed down your throat.

All you could do was move your head back and forth in an attempt to answer him.

He gripped the back of your head and forced you further down on his cock, making your nose touch his abdomen.

“I already fucked you, and you still need more. little whore just wants all of her holes filled with my cock isn’t that right?” Your eyes rolled back, and you swallowed around him, feeling your spit and his precum trickling down your throat.

“I asked you a question, darling” he yanked you by your hair, pulling you off of him and leaving your mouth empty.

You let out pathetic, desperate whimpers of dissatisfaction.

“Please, put it back inside, please, please,” you begged.

It was music to his ears when you begged for him. It went to his ego and straight down to his cock.

“Such a fucking slut” he smirked at your pathetic state. And you shamelessly clenched around nothing. As you felt wetness dripping down your thighs. When he talked down to you

You reached for his cock again, but he held you in place.

“First, answer my question, and then you get what you want” he held his cock in his other hand and stroked it.

“Yes! I want you to fuck all my holes. I wanna be stuffed full of you,” you moaned in between your words.

He couldn’t be more pleased with your speedy reply. He was just as needy for your mouth as you are his cock. If not more.

He immediately occupied your throat again.

“So good to me” he looked down, watching your lips stretch around his base.

Just then, he had a thought.

“Darling, off your knees” he tried his best to keep his voice stable, but you were driving him crazy.

You gripped his thighs, sucking on him faster, not wanting to pull away from him again.

“O-oh Fuck, s-slow down, I don’t wanna cum just yet” it was only then that you pulled off of him.

“On the bed,” you obeyed. He watched you get on the bed, looking at the wetness between your legs. he subconsciously licked his lips and sucked in a breath.

He felt like the luckiest man on earth when he saw you up against the headboard, waiting patiently for him, with that not so innocent look in your eyes.

He climbed on the bed, sat on his knees in front of you, and rested his hands on the headboard.

His cock was wet and hard, staring you directly in the face and just waiting to be sucked.

“Go ahead, darling, don’t keep me waiting too long.” He ran his fingers through his damp hair.

You gladly wrapped your lips around his girth, moaning when you tasted the salty precum on his tip, and he almost instantly threw his head back, indulging in the feeling of your warm mouth.

“There you go, there you go,” he praised as you wrapped your arms around his waist, rubbing up and down his back.

You focused on the tip transitioning between sucking and licking every now and then.

“My little cockslut,” he groaned.

He thrusts his hips forward, causing you to gag on him. To which you only responded with a moan. The more you gagged, the more pleasure you felt.

He couldn’t get enough of your taut throat and how wet and warm your mouth always was. If he had it his way, he would keep his cock there forever.

“You always look the most beautiful when you suck me off” his grip tightened on the headboard as he felt his high nearing.

He focused on your watering eyes and the wet sounds from you sucking him oh so good, and last but not least, those pretty moans that made that wonderful vibrating sensation on his tip.

He fucked your throat faster, gagging you with each thrust of his hips.

You moved your hand down to massage his balls, and he couldn’t hold back his moans anymore. His sounds made you even wetter. And the bed sheets were now soaked beneath you from your arousal dripping onto them.

“I’m c-cumming, oh god, I’m cumming” he grunted, and you felt his cock pulsing as his balls tightened in your grasp. He dropped his head as he felt his whole body shake from the intense pleasure.

“Mm, so, so good, darling” he slowly started to come down from his orgasm. You kept sucking him, making sure to catch every single drop of his release, coaxing the last bit of cum out of him.

Soon the over sensitivity was too much for him, and you removed your mouth from his shaft with a loud pop.

“Tongue?” He asked, and you knew exactly what he wanted. You stuck out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed it all.

“God, I love you so damn much” he leaned down to your level on the bed, wiping the corner of your lips as he stuck his thumb in his mouth, eating his residual cum off his fingers.

He knew how much you liked it when he did that, and he also knew how much you liked it when he kissed you after you gave him head.

He stared at your lips before his smile appeared.

“Kiss me. I know you want to” you immediately pressed your lips on his, mewling at the idea of him tasting his cum while kissing you.

Your jaw was sore, and your lips felt raw, but it was all worth it. He was worth it.

“Darling, you did such a good job.” He rubbed your cheek lovingly.

You couldn’t hold back your shy smile. It always made you weak in the knees when he praised you.

You felt sleep coming over you, and you let out a tiny yawn while laying back on the bed. He giggled at how cute you looked.

“Tired?” You nodded your head. “Come, he opened his arms and hugged you closer to his body.

“Do you need help falling asleep, darling?” He asked, watching you nibble on your thumb. You had a habit of needing something in your mouth before you could sleep, so you both came up with a solution that worked perfectly.

He gently moved you lower on the bed. You looked up at him for permission. Which he immediately gave,

You placed his now soft cock in your mouth, suckling on it lightly. Soon after, your eyes started to close. With his warm cock resting on your tongue.

He stroked your head gently after you fell asleep.

He dozed off not too long after you but not before whispering a quiet

“Goodnight, darling”

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I know this is super short, but I wanted to post something for my 700 follower special. But I do have something else I’m working hard on right now, and I didn’t want to make this super long, so yeah, I hope you all enjoy this for now even though it’s trash

Sorry for any typos/errors. Sorry for posting this so late I slept for too long oops

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glistening in the light [ ellie williams ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; while a rare sight to see ellie drunk and having a good time at one of the annual dances, it was an even better sight to see her ring glistening in the light

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, mentions of drunkiness + general fluff [ drinks that loosen the tongue, ellie confessing her love to you, sweet moments + kisses ]

the music sounding along the dance hall -- another one of maria’s ways to most moods and celebrate the turn of the season. things around jackson had been going surprisingly well considering the winter that had blown through, bringing more infected through the valley than previous years.

you set your drink down, moving to greet your patrol partner when you catch someone bounding up to you out of the corner of your eye. you turn, smiling as you see ellie stumble your way, dopey smile stretched across her face, “hey, babe.” she greets, cozying right up next to you as your partner quickly takes the hint and excuses themselves.

“hey, yourself. what’s got you in a happy mood?” you question, watching with interest as she picks up your drink from the bar counter, quickly downing the liquid in a matter of seconds -- face scrunching up as the bitter taste of whiskey slide down her throat.

“i’m here with my wife and having a great time!” ellie loudly states, beaming brightly at you. a few patrons quietly laugh to themselves around you, smiling on at the interaction between the two of you. 

you feel your face heat at her words, ducking your gaze down toward you feet. your eyes catching the glint of light bouncing off the silver band wrapped around her left index finger. it was recent, only a few months ago and right as spring had started to bloom around jackson. the ceremony was small, something only a select few were present for, but it was still just as special.

cheering sounded from the floor, pulling your attention to the crowd before another song started over the stereo. ellie perked up at the song, smiling wildly as you jumped in her spot.

“oooo! we should dance!” she exclaims, quickly grasping your hand in hers. pulling you towards the dance floor with the rest of the couples. you eyed her curiously, knowing sober ellie would have quickly turned down the offer to dance. especially, something she considered so upbeat.

she stumbles over her feet a few times, narrowly taking the two of you to the floor if it hadn’t been for your hands holding her steady at the waist. ellie giggles to herself, squeezing your shoulders gently as her way of saying sorry. you merely shake your head, continuing to move her around the dance floor in line with the others.

it isn’t until the song playing over head nears the end, that a hand leaves her hip. traveling up to grasp her left hand, and lifting it just enough for you to place a delicate kiss to the ring wrapped around her finger.

ellie, who had watched the entire scene unfold with wide, bright eyes, gasped softly the second your lips pressed against her knuckles. she gulps, a red tint overtaking her features -- she would deny later that it was due to the alcohol, but you knew better.

you stopped pulling her around, smiling up at her as you dropped her hand back to your shoulder. ellie hesitated a short moment, before leaning forward to press a heated kiss to your lips. cupping your cheeks as your hands gripped at her flannel.

ellie pulled away, out of breath but still smiling bright as she looked on to you with admiration. you gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, nodding over to the bar area, “let’s get you some water.” she readily took your outstretched hand, letting you guide her over to the counter to get a fluid other than alcohol in her system.

she happily took the water, nuzzling into your side after setting the glass on a stable surface. you wrapped your arm around her, smiling as dina made her way over with jesse in tow. ellie quickly lighting up once more as she greeted her friends, who were slightly taken aback at her mood, but quickly fell into conversation with her.

you simple watched them interact. unbeknownst to you, glancing up in her direction with the same look of admiration she had given up earlier.

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[icemankazansky]

I realize that this isn’t quite your area based on your archive fics for Top Gun, but do you have an opinion about Sarah? Honestly anyone who Iceman married sounds like a very interesting person. Iceman being Iceman he must have people lining up around the block, but to be the person he chose back? Damn.

Or if you prefer the sister/niece; what kind of brother/uncle do you think Iceman was? How much was Mav involved? He seemed to be close enough to hug Sarah at least.

I have many areas.

TG:M left us a lot of room on Sarah, which I like a lot, because I don't want there to just be one possible answer. Obviously, I am very much Team Icemav, and I believe that Iceman and Maverick had a lifelong partnership that was both romantic and sexual. They're true love. True, titanium, storybook, forever love.

My initial take on Sarah is that she and Ice have a platonic marriage. Ice wears a wedding ring in the movie, and there are multiple insinuations that he has children (on this point, they could definitely be nieces and nephews, but let's put a pin in that.) My first reaction when I started to process TG:M was that Sarah is aro-ace, and Ice is gay and in love with Maverick. Ice and Sarah love each other, but it's not romantic or sexual for either one of them. Ice would like to be with Maverick, obviously, but Maverick can't stay in one place for long, and he has flings, and maybe Ice wants something more stable. So he meets Sarah, and they become close, and they both want kids and they want a partner who will always be there—companionship—and they can give each other that without any other expectations. They have separate bedrooms. Sarah and the children know Maverick, and they love him; he comes home to Ice when he wants and is able, and Sarah doesn't mind sharing Ice with Maverick, because they want different things from him. And because she loves Maverick like a brother, and because he makes Ice happy.

I agree that Sarah would have to be a helluva woman to attract Ice's attention, and then to be able to handle him and Maverick. I have a headcanon that she's new in town and sees Ice following her, so she does some self-defense move on him and hurts him, or maces him or something, and while he's trying to recover he manages, "You dropped your keys," and holds them out to her.

"You should have announced yourself or something!"

"I did. I guess you didn't hear me. Do you have headphones on?"

She rips them off and stuffs them in her bag.

"No!" Then, gentler, "Do you need a doctor?"

It's the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Poor Sarah had no idea what she was in for lol

I also like the sister angle. It's a popular fanon that Ice has at least one sister, usually an older sister, and I'm very fond of it myself. (My version is Sasha, and she appears in several stories, notably the Wall Series.) It's hard to have a family as an LGBTQ person. It was harder in the '80s. It was almost impossible in the military. Whether Ice had a family of his own or not, I can see him being very close with his nieces and nephews. As we know, he has kind of an icy exterior, but a soft, gooey center. Definitely the cool uncle with the cool job who teaches you about good music, answers your sex ed questions honestly without telling on you, and plays Embarrassing Story tennis with your mother. Endlessly patient helping you do math and science homework when your parents plateau and tell you, "Call your uncle. He's good at this stuff."

Uncle Mav: Also the cool uncle with the cool job. Teaches you how to ride a motorcycle way before it's legal. Has a whole different genre of Embarrassing Stories about Uncle Tommy and your mother, and knows A LOT of hilarious, mostly harmless pranks. Taste in music: suspect, but he lets you taste your first beer—just a sip—when you're 16. You immediately spit it out, and Uncle Tommy laughs and says something in Russian about, "that American piss water." (that one is all @victimofthemusic and I think of it all the time)

When Uncle Tommy gets prescribed medical marijuana for his cancer, you and Uncle Mav teach him how to smoke it. (I also have this headcanon for Ice's kids in Sarah scenario #1.) Uncle Tommy lets Maverick charge $200 worth of Chinese food to his credit card before he remembers he can't eat any of it because of what the radiation has done to his throat. Before you and Mav obliterate $200 of Chinese takeout, Mav makes Uncle Tommy soup.

Wow, this went some places! Thank you for the question! I am working on what is turning out to be a longer than anticipated TG to TGM Icemav story that involves Sarah scenario #1, so keep an eye out for that if you're interested.

[kangtaebins]

hi, I’m just curious—why do you like taebin? I also like them but would like to hear your thoughts! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

Oh man, anon you opened Pandora’s Box 💀

Well ok so here’s a long-winded description:

Back in 2020, when my friend started to get me into TXT, the first person I took notice of in performances and videos was Taehyun (and Yeonjun but I digress). I took notice of his vocal ability and his stage presence. He stood out among the rest to me when it came to the way he danced, the facial expressions he made, and his overall energy about performing.

But as I learned their names and attached the faces to the names, I found myself most attracted to Soobin. Truly the way I remembered their names was from scrolling through their twitter photos- and we all know that Soobin has a lot (lmao).

I started to watch more content and listen to more of their b-sides and found that I related to Soobin as a person a lot. I found it interesting that he’s the only member in the group that’s labeled introverted via his MBTI. Seeing how calm he is, seeing how he’s very go with the flow, how he is as a leader, everything was so interesting to me.

He’s different than most leaders. He doesn’t lead from a place of strictness and structure as the forefront (not that there isn’t structure, it’s just not his main priority all of the time as some others). He really knows all of his members so well. He knows the things they like and don’t like, he knows their little quirks and how they respond to certain behaviors. He leads from a place of care. He wants to make sure than everyone is aware that they’re doing well (with the addition of some friendly banter), and that they know that they’re free to provide as much input as they want. Seeing how he criticized himself for the way he leads made me feel sad. I don’t know if he thought that because he isn’t super authoritative that he doesn’t make a good leader,, but if that’s the case then he stands corrected. The members have openly expressed how great he is with them and how much he means to them. They wouldn’t have it any other way, and I found it really admirable.

Soobin and I are both rather quiet individuals, until we’re around our best friends. When he’s around the members, he can get quite hyper and rowdy sometimes. But generally, he observes and joins in on the fun but still maintains his stable energy. He radiates a warmth and comfortability that I noticed most in his VLIVES. He’s just such a genuine person, you can tell that his kindness is real. His compassion for others and his openness about society and willingness to learn new things is such a wonderful quality. (Not to mention, great music taste).

I find his clumsiness cute, like a giant toddler unaware of their surroundings at times. I mean honestly who wouldn’t find him cute, the man is objectively attractive. His lil round nose, his soft bone structure, being as tall as a damn tree, need I go on? He’s handsome AND respectful AND talented? An all rounder for sure. Let him rap in the next cb !!

Hes so cute in general like his dimples and his smile and laugh and uGh. Hes such a sweet soul I can’t express that enough.

The way he likes to bake 🥺 and take care of plants.

Not to mention- hes a Sagittarius sun with a Pisces moon, and I’m a Pisces sun with a Sagittarius moon…

Which all of the above along with many others are the reasons that I love Soobin so much.

Now as for Taehyun- maaaaaan. I’m so attracted to that man fr it’s like,, not even funny anymore bsbdjdjfk

In so many ways too like- his eyes? Stunning. His dimples, his smile, the way his eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, the way he scrunches his nose, the way he carries himself, it’s all so easy on the eyes I can’t lie,, like y’all know exactly what I’m saying too you can’t deny how attractive his energy is.

His voice is so unique in the way that it changes depending on what he’s singing, while at the same time being completely distinctive amongst the rest. I could pick his voice out among a lineup of 50 other vocalists so easily. He’s able to work with all genres and styles.

His cover of “idontwannabeyouanymore” shows his falsetto in a beautiful relaxed way. His cover of “Over And Over Again” shows how beautifully he can sing a ballad with the passion and emotion it requires. “0X1 = LOVESONG” shared his voice to us in a way we hadn’t heard it before, rough and gritty- yet still structured. He can belt, he has a beautiful falsetto, his lower register is so calming (e.g. PS5). When he sings, he sings every word with intent. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.

Now back to what I was saying earlier about stage presence and dance ability. Taehyun is my personal favorite dancer in TXT,, and let me tell you why.

All of them are great dancers no doubt, but Taehyun? He puts a little extra something in each dance he does. The way he moves is fluid, but he always hits every beat. He treats every move with the same importance as the previous one. He keeps the same energy and passion throughout the entire song (even while singing on top of it). I admire the way he dances,, my eyes always always drift to him in their dance practices and I don’t think people express appreciation for his dance abilities enough. Its always vocals, which yes of course- but don’t sleep on his dancing guys.

As for him as a person,, I adore him. He’s so fucking funny. He’s got a quick wit that is just so effortless. Not everyone can do that. He’s a bit sarcastic, can easily laugh at himself, etc. On top of that, the man is so intelligent. Like we talk about how smart he is a lot but like truly he’s so smart it’s wild. The way his mind works is so interesting to me. He’s so quick, he’s a master at problem solving and finding solutions when theres obstacles in front of him. You see it a lot in games that require mental strength, he always gets done fast and does it correctly. When the others are struggling to find an answer he steps in and has it within seconds. I’m like damn bitch save some brain for the rest of us.

I feel like he’d stay up late and talk about society and conspiracies if you initiated it. Bc truly he’s so self aware and aware of his surroundings.

He’s also quiet, but not in an introverted way- it’s in an observant way. It’s also in a “If I don’t have anything of value to say I don’t think it’s necessary to talk yet,” kind of way. But that being said, he also gets hyper around the others. I adore his little screeches and noises that he makes when he’s excited :( Don’t get me started on how adorable his laugh is either- and dabbing when he sneezes.

This is getting so long jfc..

Im convinced he and I have the same music taste too bc that man is such a girl group stan (Soobin too!). Seeing him dance to Twice, Brave Girls, LE SSERAFIM, etc. I’m like aaaaa! His love for Chungha- me too. Him being a SHINee ult?? ME TOO. Im like wow I feel seen.

Last but not least, the way he interacts with us. The way they all interact with us but specifically Taehyun rn. He says we’re his best friends,, seeing him cry over MOAs comments on the Blue Hour Comeback Show with Yeonjun really tore me up to be honest. He was really touched by the comment about youth. The Troye Sivan quote, that he then sang in an interview and connects us to. He is our youth, and we are his. We mean as much to them as they mean to us and he’s very vocal about it.

Taebin as a friendship? Lovely. They’ve both talked about how Soobin goes to Taehyun when he has concerns. Taehyun is a good listener and an objective source most of the time I feel like. But the fact that Soobin goes to him really says a lot considering they’ve said he doesn’t really go to anyone. They’re really close. Ill spare you another long paragraph but at the end of the day, they’re brothers.

I hope this answers your question! Though considering the length I don’t see how it couldn’t 💀

[fluffyydumplings]

Dear Bangtan,

I remember how we have met four years ago.. not an accurate number, but does that matter?.. Because when I met them that wonderful spring four years ago, it was like a missing piece of who I was was finally secured. No, they’re not my missing piece - they helped me find my missing piece. To me, they’re the lining of a puzzle - there to guide me to completion..

I was going through a hard time then, my world wasn’t just falling apart - there was no world for me to be in. I was lost, I was out of this world.. I was wandering somewhere in outer space, and I didn’t want to get back to the world I knew.. I just wanted to float away and be dust cluttering on my window’s surface.

That wonderful spring that I had met them.. It wasn’t even spring.. In fact, spring isn’t a season that exists where I am from. Spring is one of those things that people attach to the back of paper cards and poems, because they associate it with joy and happiness as a whole. That’s how they made me feel.

They tapped on the shoulder of the absent-minded me, and I felt whole - in a way I have never before.

It’s been a wonderful year, not all butterflies and flowers sauntering across rivers beautiful. But.. leaves sauntering across jagged rocks, not knowing where they’ll land - yet never throwing away hope regardless of whether they’ve ended up in a ditch or an abysmal abyss of nothing (it’s that kind of beautiful..)

I remember how February began, although my memory is foggy.. It was hobi’s birthday.. When I think of Hobi, I think of joy. Like- how can someone be filled with so much joy and love? Hobi reminds me that although the world is filled with so much shit, joy and love (no matter how people say otherwise) gets you places.. It might not make the world a better place, but Hobi’s joy and love sure did mould my world into a better one - a stable, loving and hopeful one. He’s a friend that brings you more than enough euphoria to live on, a shoulder you can lean on.

Then it was Yoongi’s birthday.. Yoongi.. I love cats, and I love Yoongi ever so much. When I think of Yoongi, I feel warmth - not the type that evades your window at 6:12 in the morning. The type that leaves you soothed and covered in a cordial sense of safety and tenderness. Yoongi makes me feel understood, because- he’s just that understanding of a person. And I’m not going to lie, we’re similar people. Not to the point where we are identical to one another. But, just in a sense that we’re people with ideas parallel to one another. Taste in music, thoughts, the whatnots.. He’s a friend that will always be by your side, always there to listen and try to bring you the littlest itty bits of happiness - a little bit is everything though.

Then June hit, that festa video made me cry - I will not lie. Not because I was scared of the uncertainty of what the break would lead to - but because, I was in a way.. in pain for them.. to hear Namjoon say that they’ve lost their message.. to see them in that type of pain, fear of disappointing us.. That hurt me.. It hurts me to see them in pain, no matter how dramatic that sounds.. It hurts me to see them in pain..

September 1st, Jungkook’s birthday.. That little bunny.. Ever so precious.. You know, he’s so good at everything. Not effortlessly though. He’s such a hard-working little fellow. Because even if you’re good, it doesn't hurt to still try your best. He makes me want to live my life with lots and lots of passion. And in general, Jungkook’s a soft-hearted little bun - never leaving anyone behind, and always remembering to reassure others. He’s a friend that you can banter around with and is always there to remind you to do what makes you happy - a person that feels as though you’ve known them for your entire life..

September 12th, Namjoon’s birthday.. Clumsly and not-so-little Koala bear.. When I look at plants I think of Joonie.. Because they’re so similar - plans and Joonie.. Maybe, that’s why he likes them so much.. I guess Bangtan is comparable to plants.. Joonie being the leaves and roots of the plant, and the rest of them flowers that as he has said so himself once: ‘They make up for what I am missing.’ He anchors them into the ground, bring in nutrients, make food.. He protects them. Them as flowers help pollinate, fertilise, and disperse - together, they thrive that way. He’s comfort as a person, and I mean what I say. He’s a friend that is willing to sit with you in light and hold your hand in moments of darkness.

October.. Jimin’s birthday.. Although the little man might not think his birthday is all that much special. He’s the most precious human I have ever gotten to know. One look into those crystal eyes of his, and one second of hearing his beautiful laughter - and you realise how much of a precious being he is. I don't think I can describe Jiminiee well enough. The only way to put it is. Little man (although he would detest for me to refer to him as so), I don’t have to hug you to know that you for sure give the warmest hugs. He’s a friend that you can hear lullabies skipping away from his lips, a friend that will never allow you to be left behind.

December 4th, all though it hasn’t come yet.. Jin.. Where in my life will I ever find a man like him. The one to lose sleep for games, the one to laugh in the face of adversity, yet a very clever clever one.. Always always trying to make people happy with his terrible jokes, that silly silly man. Like- no one has made me cackle more than he ever has. What can I say, he’s one in a million yet so familiar to me.. How many times have I come home sad and watched a video of him acting silly, jumping around and falling asleep with a smile on my face.. Too many to recall.. And in many ways, his mind just amuses me.. Like, what do you mean you just solved that puzzle everyone else was struggling to solve? Like- what do you mean you made a deal with the Yoongo man and tricked everyone, and then won? He’s a friend that is filled with surprises and is like a basket filled with a variety of sour gummies (his favourite) - he makes you giggle, chortle and he makes you sob and bawl all at the same time.

December 30th.. Again.. It’s only October.. Taehyung.. People argue on whether he’s a bear or a tiger.. I say he’s a little bit of both. A tiger with the head of a bear? I remember Namjoon or Jin (I can’t quite remember clearly) saying: ‘This kid’s weird..’ Followed by something to do with saying ho ho all of a sudden. Tae’s weird, but that’s what makes him unique. Weird people (like myself included) we’re the real deal. Tae’s weirdness is what makes me so deeply enamoured with him. He thinks outside of the box all of the time, loves the people close to him dearly. He’s a friend that will switch from talking about a wallet making his butt uneven to how beautiful the stars are - a form of solace weeping through the air the same way the jazz he listens to does.

“Making people feel understood and happy, is one of the things I like doing most.. I love learning about people.. Because, if we put our differences aside.. We’re all the same.. Humans with dreams, hopes and so much more than what the world has labelled us as. I’m not the brightest star in the universe, but I am willing to lend my light to every single person who needs it if it means they’ll be a little bit happier.. ‘Equality begins with you and me’ - equal sign, Jhope. As in, we’re all weird in a way.. not capable in a way… We’re all different.. Strange.. Bizzare.. Mind-baffling.. If we put that aside though, we would see that we’re all capable, and fantastic in one way or another,” as I have said to a friend before.. That’s the person that they’ve helped me into becoming..

I’ll always be here, waiting for you... Take care, my loves… my forever comforts.. Till we see each other again.. The day you return is the day I shall meet you with open arms, a little different from what I was the year before and the one before that.. But still the same in many ways..

In you, I trust. Stay healthy, happy and well.. Our Bangtan. With all my heart, I love you so much

[1engele]

daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 8. solo

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[warnings: underage drinking, smoking, weed, near death experience?, crying]

"never have i dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul." — You leave the roof late in the night. Sal had gotten up and retreated into his apartment a little while earlier—but you'd decided to stay and make sure he didn't come back there.

Three days pass. They all consist of fleeting glances and irresolute tension. Things remain the same with the group dynamic, except for between you and Sal. Neither of you seem to know how to continue from that conversation on the roof. No one else notices, though. They'd never suspected anything from the beginning, it seems.

The beginning of your involvement with Sal involved a little bit of buildup and then a snap which resulted in a sexual encounter (or two).

Now it was a bit different. Now things were a little less lighthearted.

It's a Saturday—you'd planned to spend it inside as usual. That's until your phone starts ringing.

You flip your phone open, read over the contact, and answer the call.

"Hi, Ash."

"Y/N," she starts. You hear the excitement to continue in her voice. "There's a party tonight."

"Oh?" You get up from your seat on your bed.

"Some stoner Larry has connections with invited him and said to bring friends. He wants to bring us—save for Todd. He doesn't do parties."

"Wait," your eyebrows furrow. "Me?"

"Yeah!" She says from the other end of the line. "It'll be fun. Cmon."

You bite your lip nervously, anxiety knotting in your stomach. "I don't know. I've never really.."

Ashley is momentarily silent on the other line. She must be contemplating what to say to convince you. "Sal's coming too. Parties aren't necessarily his thing, either—so maybe you guys could try it out together?"

You open your mouth and then promptly close it. Something inside of you suddenly really wanted to go to this party. "Um... alright. Okay."

"Cool! What're you gonna wear?"

You look toward the drawer that contained your clothes and bit your lip. "Not sure yet. I'll update you on that."

"Okay, don't forget to text me! See you at eight."

The call declined from the other line. The phone that held the phone to your ear slipped into your lap. You pressed your lips together and tried to ignore the familiar feeling of sickening nausea and anxiety.

You don't rush yourself on getting ready for the party, because the time you're due to be done won't be for a while.

You take your time with the hours you have. You shower, take your time on eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss—and finally decide on what you'll wear.

You decide on a square neck white cropped tank with short sleeves and your nicest pair of light blue, slightly washed out jeans. You slid on your favorite, sort of chunky white sneakers over white socks.

It isn't long after you finish when Ashley calls and informs you she's arrived at the apartments and Larry and Sal have already joined her out in the car. You give yourself a once-over in the mirror and then leave the apartment.

Your mother was nowhere to be found. She's either at work or drinking with her coworkers.

Once you've opened the door and climbed into the Ford Fiesta, you immediately realize your predicament—Sal is the only person in the backseat with you.

The drive there is decently long and painfully tense. Neither you nor Sal know how to speak to each other, so no words are exchanged beneath the heavy metal music emitting from the radio.

When you finally arrive at the party, it's recognizably crowded, drunken teenagers are flowing from the front door, in and out, and there's a good amount on the lawn. The newest radio hit is playing on a considerably loud speaker, and the vibrations are notable even from a distance.

"Woah," Larry says, staring at the house as Ashley pulls onto the side of the road. "Didn't realize he was so popular."

You all exit the Ford Fiesta and cross the road. You cringe as you watch someone vomit onto the grass, and another person ripping from a bong in the wide open.

Smoke flies into your face and your eyes as you enter the home. You cough, waving a hand as you blindly follow after your friends.

Eventually, the four of you find yourself on two couches directly facing each other. You on one, Larry and Ashley on the other. Sal is stood to the side.

Larry materializes a bottle of Fireball that you guessed he stole from someone on the way in, opens the cap with his teeth, and takes several gulps.

"Where did you get that?" Ashley laughs over the music, pulling the sleeves of her lavender sweater over her hands.

"Stole it," he looks to Sal and directs the bottle toward him. "Want some?"

"Sure," Sal replies, to your surprise—taking it from Larry's grasp and walking away and in your direction.

"You're drinking that?" You ask him, testing the waters.

"No, actually," you watch Sal round to the other side of the couch to linger behind you. "I'm limiting him. He'll thank me later."

Once he's out of your field of vision, you tip your head back and gaze up at him—your perspective on him being upside down. Your gaze zeroes in on the bottle of Fireball he's clutching in his hand.

"Hey," you say, meeting his eyes. "Give me some."

It was time to give him that excuse—the excuse to break the ice.

He leans in a bit, gesturing toward you with the bottle. "You want it?"

A grin pulls at your glossed lips. Instead of reaching for the bottle, you open your mouth and tilt your chin up.

Sal looks on for a moment but laughs once he realizes what you want. Everyone else at the couches seem decently distracted with each other and the overall environment—so he doesn't seem to worry about it too much.

He reaches his hand around and towards your neck, gripping your jaw in his fingers and holding you firmly. You feel his cold rings press into your skin when he tips your head further back just a bit—and then steadily pours a shot-amount of Fireball into your mouth with his other hand.

Sal stops at the right time, looks on as you pull back and sit up, and cautiously watches the back of your head as you assumedly swallow the whisky. But when you turn a bit in your seat to peer at him over your shoulder, you're holding your mouth closed and pressing a closed fist to your lips while soundlessly giggling.

"What?" He laughs, a hand moving to the top of the couch. He leans in a bit. "Can you not swallow it?"

Your shoulders shake slightly as you continue to laugh. You shake your head up and down.

"Do you need to spit it out?" Sal asks, his tone warming into concern.

You shake your head from side to side. You meet his eyes and swallow, gasping as the liquid slides down your throat and burns all the way down. You cough, the flavor of cinnamon and what tasted like Big Red gum overloaded your senses.

"God," you breathe out, giggling all the while. The alcohol is gross but you're feeling good. "It's not great."

"Yeah, that's why I'm holding Larry off, so he won't be puking his guts out later."

You look up to the boy, who's sat on the arm of the couch opposite to you. He's busy talking to some equally stoned guy, so you can't manage to catch his eye—but you catch Ashley's.

She had this look of astonishment on her face.

Had she been watching what happened? When Sal poured Fireball in your mouth?

Your face grew hot thinking about it.

Sal wanders away from you again, and you find yourself drinking more than you should. Eventually, your rationality disappears.

It's been a few hours and Sal hasn't seen you for a while. So when he hears about a girl wearing a white crop top walking across the roof of the house, he feels like he's going to vomit.

It takes him a record time of 6 seconds to get out of the door and onto the lawn. Upon looking up at the roof, his suspicions are confirmed. He shoulders past multiple people to place himself near the front of the crowd and gazes up in horror.

"Sal!" You yell, gesturing toward him with something between a wave and a point. "I'd recognize that hair anywhere!"

Multiple heads within the crowd turn away from you and towards him. He puts aside his social anxiety and the wave of unease that washes over his body and tries to focus on you. "Please come down," he rushes out, raising his voice just enough for it to be audible over the crowd.

You laugh like he's told a hilarious joke and he quickly realizes his mistake. That's the worst thing he could've told your intoxicated self. You move toward the edge of the roof, shaky and uncoordinated. "You want me to jump?"

"No!" He exclaims, his hands flying up, fingers splayed. "No. Don't do that!"

"Holy shit!" He hears Larry shout from somewhere closer to the front door of the house. Sal guesses he's just now catching wind of the current situation. Moments after, both of his brunette friends are at his side.

"What the hell is going on?!" Ashley yells, verdant eyes glued to the sight before them.

You lost your balance once again, but this time a bit worse—your foot catching on a shingle on the roof and effectively knocking the red solo cup out of your hand. It dropped onto the downward slope of the roof and the liquor inside of it spilled down the side.

Whenever Sal witnessed the toe of your white sneaker catch onto that shingle, he felt as though his very soul had been ripped from his body. Immediately after he watched you regain your footing and stable yourself, though—his heartbeat calmed to a steadier pace.

"I'm going up there," he stated beneath the chatter.

Both Ashley and Larry's heads whipped toward him.

"You'll kill yourself!" Larry exclaims incredulously. Ashley opens her mouth to assumedly second Larry's statement, but Sal cuts her off by walking away.

"Not before she does," he mutters, pushing his way through the density of bodies and forcing his way through the front door. His senses are disoriented like he's been submerged beneath water as the volume of the music scratched at his eardrums and pulsed the innards of his skull. Adrenaline courses through his blood like a drug whilst he shoulders past both mindlessly drunk and carelessly high teenagers.

Sal doesn't spare them a second glance, but their unconcern does remain in his mind. The fact that they're continuing their lives while he feels as though something that's growing into something of importance in his is about to be taken from him... it's mind-numbing.

He's never been an optimistic person, he's always tried to view things in the way they're most likely to happen—and all that's beneath that two-story house is a long drop and concrete. If you fall, you'll break your head open and you'll die.

He finally makes it to the stairs. He makes a break for it then, tripping over his own feet multiple times. Anything could happen in this amount of time, and he knew no one else was going to help him.

Sal's thoughts grow more and more disordered as he navigates the dark halls of the house. The music seems to have only grown louder, the deafening mixture of guitar and drums taunting him.

He remembers the window on the outside of the house. Sal estimates which room it would be, locates it, and approaches the door. He turns the knob, but it doesn't fully rotate.

The door is locked from the inside. Of course. Who would have a party and leave the bedroom unlocked so people could fuck all over your comforter?

He bites out a curse only he hears and prepares himself to force the door open.

Sal grabs the doorknob tightly, prepares himself, and rams the side of his body into the wood. He doesn't even feel the pain, just does it again, and again.

He goes until that half of his body is numb.

The door finally budges, and he wastes no time entering the room. He doesn't hesitate when he reaches the double-hung window he'd been seeking. He grips it at the bottom and pulls it up and open, clenching his teeth together painfully.

Sal stares out at the vastness of the night, the golden streetlights, and how they shine down on the crowd of people below him. They all seem to be looking at the same place, up, but not at him—and he can only swallow thickly.

Carefully, Sal moves to sit on the windowsill, gripping what was above him tightly, his legs outside. He then ducks to leave the room and shivers as cool air hits the front of his neck.

He starts walking the roof, steadily—like his life depends on it. Because.. it does.

Or yours. Yours depends on it.

"Y/N!" Sal calls as he finally reaches a point where you're in his line of sight. Momentarily, he's worried he'd scared you. But you turn your head, meet his eyes, and smile. Despite that, your face spells fear all over it. Something must have sobered you up a bit while he'd been inside.

"I'm going to come to you. Do not walk towards me!"

You blink lazily, because you were drunk, and nodded. You shivered, hugging yourself. It didn't seem to do much, though. Your arms were bare.

"Fuck," he breathes, gazing down at the fall that could await him if he misstepped and immediately reverted his gaze. Blood rushes between his ears as he steadily makes his way towards you.

"Please don't fall!" You suddenly exclaim, your hair tussling in the breeze. A strand blows over your face, so you quickly raise a hand to move it back in place.

He looks up from his feet and stares you in the eyes. "I won't," he affirms, you and himself, continuing across the roof. "Just stay put, okay?"

It doesn't take long to get over to you. He's mostly sober, so it isn't hard on that part. What's difficult is calming his steady heart.

He's not scared of falling. Not necessarily scared of injury or death. But he is scared of not making it to you.

Once he's at an arms reach of your shaking form, he reaches out a hand, palm facing the darkness of the sky.

You seem to read his mind, slowly grabbing his hand. Sal maneuvers your joint hands to where your palms press together and your fingers are interlaced. He doesn't know if it's the blood rushing through his ears or the distance from the ground, but it's as if everything below becomes very quiet.

You meet his gaze, your pretty eyes glossy with tears. The eyeliner you were wearing had just begun to collect beneath your lower lash line.

He squeezes your hand and leads you to be in front of him.

It's not long after that that he's gotten you off of the roof. Sal watches you slip through the open window before turning toward the density of people beneath him on the ground. He breathes in as he catches both Larry and Ashley's eyes—he can't read their expressions, but he wouldn't be surprised if there was shock written all over it—and then ducks back into the window.

As soon as the window is shut and it meets the windowsill once more, Sal whips his head toward you. "Y/N-"

Before he'd saw your face, and the language of your body as you were sat on the edge of the bed, he was going to scold you, and then go downstairs and find you some water and sober you up—all of that falls down the drain when he sees the stream of tears falling down your face. Every time you blink, more drop—quickly staining your cheeks with black makeup.

"Oh," he breathes, suddenly speechless. "Y/N-"

You attempt at taking a breath in, it seems—but it's a failure because it hitches and turns into a shoulder-shaking sob.

"I'm sorry," you cry, roughly dragging the tips of your fingers beneath your eyes. This only smears the running mascara further. "I'm just drunk."

Sal momentarily feels like breaking down in tears himself, that's how much this entire ordeal stressed him out. He approaches your trembling body and crouches down in front of you.

"Hey," he says, softly. "It doesn't matter whether or not you're intoxicated. Your feelings still matter, okay?"

You sniffle, still attempting to wipe your tears away, and reluctantly nod. "I'm sorry," you try again.

He places his hands on your knees and squeezes them firmly. "It's okay."

You jerk into a sob, leaning forward and pressing the side of your face on his shoulder. You slowly tuck your arms beneath his and cross them over the expanse of his back, palms flat on each shoulder blade. The convulsive gasps were hard to stop, making it hard to breathe.

Sal breathed out softly against the prosthetic, raising his arms and encasing them around your torso.

He didn't wonder about the reason for your tears. Assuming things wouldn't help you anymore.

"I don't know why I did that," you whisper, quieting yourself to swallow your saliva. "Maybe I do. I think I was trying to prove something to myself."

He finds himself holding you tighter, your chest pressed to his, feeling your heartbeat through the fabric that separated you both—oddly enough, even at this moment, it reminds him of that night in the car. You had been even closer to him then, though.

"It was stupid," you murmured. "Why would I do that, after what we had talked about last night?"

"What if we jumped together?" he remembers saying.

"Some things can't be explained," he replies earnestly. "You don't need to know why you did what you did. It was stupid, though. I'd probably walk across the roof of a two-story house for you again, but.."

You pull back and meet his eyes, your face wet. The majority of your makeup had been cried off and your lipgloss had been smudged.

You must've sensed his examination, breaking the visual contact and sniffling. "I know I look ridiculous right now."

Sal smiles. He knows she can't see it, but maybe she'll hear it. "I don't think so," he murmurs, looking off to the side. "I think that's a bathroom. You can clean up in there if you want."

You follow his gaze and then return your eyes to his and laugh a bit. You still sound drunk, he notes. Obviously. He'd poured a good amount of Fireball into your mouth and watched you drink plenty of other things.

"Feels kinda weird using a stranger's bathroom," you laugh, your breath hitching from the earlier crying.

Sal rolls his eyes humorously, gripping your knees tighter as he pulls himself off of the floor. "The guy who lives here is Larry's friend—and a stoner. I doubt he'd mind. And if he does get mad, I'll take responsibility for it. I forced that door through, anyway.."

Your gaze swivels toward the door, which is not shut but mostly closed. When he glances to where you're looking, he notices it seems a bit.. crooked.

He inwardly cringes. "I'll pay for it. Come on."

Sal follows you into the bathroom. You seem reluctant to enter first, so he does, opening the door and reaching to the side to turn the lights on. They do what they're supposed to—eventually. They're momentarily unresponsive before becoming alive—the illumination brightening the room with a dull yellow hue.

You step onto the tile and began to search for whatever it was you needed. You kneeled at one of the cabinets below the sink, opened it, and ducked your head lower.

"Oh!" You exclaim quietly, reaching in and pulling out two things. A bottle of half-empty makeup remover and a bag of some cotton rounds.

"Maybe he has a girlfriend?" He hears you say to yourself, standing up, nudging the cabinet closed with your foot, and placing the things you found beside the sink.

Sal reaches over and closes the door. He'd rather not have to witness the sight of some drunkards wandering in and fooling around on the bed.

"Lock it," you say. "I'd rather no one- no one see me like this."

His hand was already on the doorknob, so he just reaches down a bit and locks the door.

He watches you struggle a bit with the bag of cotton rounds, trying but failing to open it, so he reaches forward and delicately plucks it out of your grasp.

Sal slides the makeup remover over and pats the place on the counter it was previously. "Sit."

You peer into his eyes inquisitively but waste no time hoisting yourself up and onto the cold surface.

After that, he plucks the bottle of makeup remover off of the counter and douses the cotton round in the liquid. He reaches forward from the distance that your knees created between the both of you, but you spread your thighs and press the heel of your shoe into his lower back, pulling him in so he's between your legs.

Sal doesn't see it suggestively, because you're drunk—but he's glad you asked him to lock the door because, with his luck, Larry or Ashley would find their way into the bathroom and get all of the wrong ideas.

The firmness just beneath his navel presses into the edge of the counter as he cups one side of your face and began wiping away at the eyeliner and mascara and everything it messed up.

"Thank you," you say sweetly, blinking at him with appreciation in your eyes. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"

He remembers a silhouette. Her back was turned to him, golden hair cascading just past her shoulder blades. He remembers blue eyes that looked a lot like his own staring into a mirror, a hand which adorned a wedding ring wiping away makeup from the day.

"Read it on the label of the bottle," he replies, meeting your eyes and looking away.

As he's finishing up, he hears a rapping of knuckles against the locked door. He tosses the used cotton rounds into a trash bin in the corner and then locks eyes with you curiously.

"Occupied," he calls out, still looking at you. The knocking only gets louder, which makes you laugh.

"He said it's occupied!" You yell over the unintelligible music downstairs, your words breaking into a giggle. You press your knees against his waist, and he doesn't even realize it when his hands meet your thighs.

The knocking ceases, fading into a voice. "Is that you guys in there?"

Fucking Larry. Speak of the goddamn devil—that's what he would've said if he'd come knocking sooner.

The both of you seem to be thinking the same thing, locking eyes in terror. You quickly get off of the counter, and Sal unlocks the door and swings it open.

Sure enough, he's standing there—in all of his glory and highness. Larry blinks, the whites of his glossy eyes tinted red. He looks between the both of you before speaking. "Why were.."

"I had to pee," You choose to deadpan.

Sal feels himself grow even paler than he already is. "I came in.. after.. that."

Larry intakes a mouthful of whatever is in the red solo cup he's holding in his tan, lanky fingers, and swallows thickly. "Okay," he croaks, instinctively cringing as the alcohol passed through his chest. He gestured the cup toward you. "Uh..crazy stunt you pulled up there, huh?"

Sal saw your face shift in his peripheral vision. "Huge lapse of judgment," you reply.

"Nobody could tell who you were, so don't worry about that," the brunette smiles a bit. He returns his attention to Sal. "They've started playing country," sure enough, Sal hears the sound of a banjo from the speakers downstairs, effectively punctuating Larry's statement.

"Yeah.." Larry mumbles, sipping his drink and looking up and through his eyebrows. "Ash said to come find you guys so we can leave."

It doesn't take much, after that.

As you're leaving, Larry pulls the door open and furrows his brow at the condition of the hinges. "Wow. How old is this thing?" He mumbles.

Sal hears you snort.

The three of you descend the stairs, skirting past countless teenagers standing on the steps drinking or smoking. Sal makes the mistake of letting you fall behind and feels you stumble and smack him in the back. It's easy to steady himself, quickly gripping the railing—but he's concerned about you, so he turns around.

A guy with a cigarette balancing in his teeth is eying you with frustration pulling at his features. His gaze pulls from your face and down your body absentmindedly.

"Watch it," he murmurs.

"Sorry," you breathe, jerking your head away and meeting Sal's eyes worriedly. Keep walking, you express in the hues of your eyes.

Sal reaches forward and interlaces your fingers with his as he'd done on the roof. He makes a show of it, too—so the guy with the cigarette sees the rings on both of his hands. Sal gives him a distinct look when they lock eyes, rolls his jaw, and lets you lead him down the stairs, instead of the other way around.

By the time you're all nearly shot from weaving through the multitude of sweaty bodies and navigating through plumes of smoke thicker than fog, the three of you find Ashley petting what he'd assume is the host's dog.

No one questions it.

"You good to drive?" Larry asks, placing his cup on a nearby surface.

"Oh, yeah," she rises from her crouch beside the dog. The animal walks away, his golden tail wagging excitedly at the next person who would give him pets. "A gross sip of something put me off of drinking tonight a while earlier. And, uh.. the whole roof thing dried me out."

You sigh. "I'm sorry about that. It sobered me up, too."

She shakes her head, a wispy strand of light brown hair falling over her face. "It was stupid, yes, and I hope you don't do it again, but all that matters now is that you're safe."

Ashley blinks kind green eyes at you and smiles, reaching forward, taking your hand, and leading you away. Sal hears you laugh and follow after her as both of you head for the front door.

He turns to look at Larry once he loses sight of both of you in the crowd. He examines Sal with bleary dark eyes and looks as though he's about to say something, but he doesn't get to.

Even over the blaring country music, Sal hears a yell and then some fearful shouting. He whips around toward the sounds, which were toward the front of the house.

Red and blue flashing lights shine through the windows.

"Shit!"

"Ah, fuck," Larry groaned, nimbly wrapping his fingers around Sal's wrist and dragging him into the density of the panicked crowd. "Did you see where they went?"

Sal shakes his head. "No," he knows you're intoxicated. Panic settles in. He chews his lip, his eyes desperately scamming for a girl wearing a white top squared at the neck—you. "Y/N's had a lot to drink, Larry. If the police-"

"Don't worry about the Five-O, let's worry about the girls," Larry replies absentmindedly, keeping his firm hold on Sal.

"They must've gone to the Ford," Sal shouts over the music, which, for some reason, is still playing. "We were leaving anyway. I'm sure they're in the car."

Larry releases Sal and motions toward the back of the house. "There's a back door. I'll text Ashley and tell her to drive down the block and we can meet them on foot."

It was an agreeable plan. Waltzing out of the house and walking straight up to the car wouldn't be wise.

Larry does what he'd said he'd do. Turns out, Sal was right, they had made it to the car moments before the police had rolled up. Ashley informed him it was two squad cars and four officers. Seemed like overkill for a house party—but he wouldn't know. He didn't do this often.

When Larry was on the phone, Sal was very tempted to ask about Y/N, but refrained.

On the way to the back door, they crossed through the kitchen. Larry snatched an unopened bottle of alcohol of a brand Sal didn't recognize and carried it along with him for the road.

As soon as they made it out of the house, they both made a break for it, running between houses and into multiple different backyards on their way.

They slowed down once they were at a measurable distance from the party, gasping for air. Sal panted against the prosthetic, placing his hands on his knees and slowing his gasps into slow breaths, attempting to calm his racing heart.

They stood on the side of the road, the music in the distance (albeit a lot quieter) still pounding into the night.

Sal lowered himself down onto the curb. Larry joined him, raising the bottle he'd chose to bring with him to his mouth, and opened the steel cap with his teeth. He spits it onto the road and gestures it toward Sal.

"Bottoms up," he said, bringing it to his lips and taking several gulps.

Sal rolled his eyes playfully, eyebrows rising as Ashley's Ford Fiesta cruised down the road and slowed to a stop in front of them. He stood up from the curb and pulled Larry off of it as well.

They entered the car, sliding into the backseat. Larry continued to down the beer he'd found as Ashley turned around in her seat.

"The night's still young," she says. "Any ideas of what we could do?"

It's really not. Sal's a bit disoriented so he doesn't know what time it is but he wouldn't be surprised if it was 3 AM.

You then turn around in the passenger seat and grin mischievously. "Let's go to the lake."

Oh, great.

[bestofbucky]

The Reason (2/2)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, FLUFF!

Summary: Part 2 to The Signal.

A/N: I hope you all like it! Also feel free to submit requests, prompts, anything you want in my asks. (That kind of rhymed haha)!

Bucky almost wished that Helen hadn’t turned up. Maybe then he could have accepted your fate. You could have drifted off peacefully, instead of surrounded by all this chaos. 

The whole two hours on the quinjet he didn’t move, didn’t speak, just kept his eyes on the floor in front of him while doctors and nurses fought to keep you alive just three feet away. He blocked out their words, not wanting to hear what was happening, what was going wrong.

When they landed, you were wheeled away leaving Bucky and the other Avengers to sit in the waiting room. It wasn’t your average uncomfortable seats, too clean, sickly green walls, hospital waiting room. This was a SHIELD base so, due to the fact that agents would frequently be getting fatally injured, the waiting rooms had been given a makeover. Instead of having one big room there were lots of smaller ones, giving loved ones the privacy they needed. 

Looking around, Bucky could see how the room could be soothing for someone. There were a plethora comfortable places to sit or lie down and a stash of blankets and pillows in the far corner. He spotted a diffuser, and smelt the lavender fragrance it was emitting into the room.

The Avengers all spread out, none of them brave enough to talk. The only sounds filling the room were occasional sniffles, instrumental music flowing from the speakers and the low hiss of the diffuser.

Bucky couldn’t sit still, the repetitive music intended to calm the listener was doing the opposite. He could smell the lavender and all it was doing was reminding him of the baths you two would take together after grueling missions. His foot starts bouncing up and down as the music becomes the only thing he can hear and the smell attacks his nostrils.

He tries to focus on something else. Anything else, but his mind just keeps drifting back to you. The smell of your hair, the taste of your lips, the soothing touch of your hands. He wants to make it stop. He can’t make it stop. It’s too much.

He stands up abruptly, shocking a few people near him and stomps out the room. He finds himself laser focused on the wall ahead of him as if it’s the reason this is happening to you. He lands a hard punch. It’s the wall’s fault you got hurt. It’s the wall’s fault because it didn’t protect you. It’s the wall’s fault because it has done so many horrible things in the past and this is just the universe paying the wall back for all of it. The wall doesn’t deserve to be happy, he lands another punch to prove his point.

Exhaustion causes Bucky to collapse to the ground, his chest heaving as he holds his head in his hands and rests his elbows on his knees. His head is spinning and he tries to focus on his breathing to calm himself down. The only noise he can hear is the wheezing of his breath as he sucks in air at an erratic pace. 

Suddenly Steve is in front of him. He places his hands on the sides of Bucky’s face forcing him to look at him. Steve’s hands quickly become wet with tears but he doesn’t care. He only cares about calming his closest friend down. He speaks reassuring words and eventually Bucky manages to get his breathing under control and the world comes back into focus.

Bucky looks up into Steve’s eyes, which are red and puffy. He doesn’t even want to think about what his own look like. Steve pulls him into a hug and they stay holding each other as Bucky sobs into his chest. They eventually pull apart and Steve moves to sit next to Bucky, both leaning against the wall. They stay in silence, Steve knows that if Bucky wanted to say something he would. 

They sit there together until they spot Helen Cho heading into the waiting room. Gathering up the courage Bucky stands up, wiping at his face to get rid of any tears still left over. He glances at the wall, the two huge dents staring right back at him like a pair of eyes, but before his mind can tumble down the slope of self deprecating thoughts, Steve places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and guides him to the waiting room.

Stepping into the room, Bucky's eyes quickly fall to Helen. He notices her unkempt hair, the slouch in her shoulders and the slight drag of her feet as she walks to the edge of the room. He starts to wonder if Helen is feeling grief because you didn’t make it or exhaustion from the hours of extreme care you have been under.

Helen knows that there are assassins in the room, trained to pick up on micro-expressions and body language so she decides to get right to the point. “She is alive and stable.” 

Collective sighs are heard around the room. Tears fall from Wanda’s eyes just from the sheer relief that you are ok.

“She lost a lot of blood and was bleeding internally. We had to take the shrapnel out, treat the internal bleeding and then close the wound. Due to the size of the wound we inserted a drain to prevent infection. It will be kept in for a minimum of two days depending on how well it heals. We need to keep her here to monitor her recovery.” Helen explains to the room. “You can go and see her whenever you’re ready but she’s still under from the anesthesia.” 

After giving the directions to the room you’re in she excuses herself. Most likely heading somewhere to rest, understandably so.

The Avengers all make their way out of the room, Tony being the last out and mumbling something to Steve. He nods and turns to Bucky.

“We’re all going to make our way up to check on her, you can come with us or you can go take a shower and change so you can stay with her until she wakes up. Completely up to you.” Steve explains.

“I’ll go clean up, just please don’t leave her alone. I’ll be really quick.” There is still fear in Bucky’s eyes so Steve reassures him they will all stay with her until he gets there. 

Bucky makes his way to the quinjet to grab a change of clothes and then heads to a private room. He showers as quick as he can, he just wants to see you, to hold you in his arms and be near you. He rushes to your room but hesitates when he reaches the door.

He is like a deer in headlights, he wants so badly to go inside and see that you are ok but something is stopping him. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Suddenly the door is opening, he quickly retreats.

“Bucky?” It’s Tony, he walks out and closes the door behind him. Bucky just stares, trying not to let the tears that are gathering in his eyes fall down onto his cheeks. Tony takes a few steps closer.

“How is she?” Bucky hesitantly asks.

“She is alive.” Tony sighs, he can’t lie to Bucky. “It isn’t going to be easy, when you walk in there. She doesn’t look like herself and it might be shocking, but she needs you. She needs you to be there at her side when she wakes up. Can you do that for her?” Tony places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and eventually Bucky nods.

Tony guides him to the door but takes a few steps back when they get there. It needs to be Bucky’s decision to go in, he can’t be forced in. He places his hand on the handle and slowly pushes the door open.

Walking into the room his eyes scan over your body. Tony was right, you don’t look like yourself. He panics a little because you don’t really appear to be alive, your body is so still, but he settles when he sees you are hooked up to a heart monitor and it is steadily beeping. He has never seen you so vulnerable and weak and it breaks his heart. He is brought out of his trance by the sound of the door closing, indicating all the Avengers had left the room. It was now just the two of you and all the machines and tubes you were connected to. 

He walks over and takes a seat by your head afraid at first to go near you, but every so often he shuffles the chair closer and closer until he is right next to the bed. His hand inches towards yours, retracting when he feels how cold your hand is but eventually he holds it with both of his hands, bringing it gently up to his lips. 

He stays holding your hand but tiredness hits him like a truck. It wasn’t just the kind of tiredness you felt in your eyes, no he felt it everywhere, his bones, his muscles but also his mind. He felt like his brain had been working overtime, processing everything that had happened, he wanted nothing more than to just let himself slip into a deep sleep.

He rests his head on the edge of the bed, telling himself he is only resting his eyes, he wanted to be awake when you woke up but he couldn’t stop sleep from taking over. Stealing his consciousness from him like a petty thief. 

You could feel your senses start to come back online. Your ears filled with the sound of consistent beeping, it was annoying but also slightly relaxing, the speed and pitch of each beep gradually hypnotising you. You shift your focus, you hear a low grumbling sound. It only lasts a few seconds and then it goes quiet. Then you hear it again, and again. Snoring.

You blink your eyes open and you’re greeted with a plain white ceiling, not very interesting at all. You continue to hear the grumbling sound so you decide to sit yourself up a bit to find the source. That was not a good idea, the movement sent shooting pains from your side up and down your body and you hiss at the pain. The grumbling stops with a weird grunt and you feel movement by the side of the bed.

“Doll? Are you awake?” The brown haired man comes into your view, his sleepy face showing the happiness he holds to see you are awake. 

You go to speak but your voice is scratchy and just comes out as an undecipherable croak. You start to get distressed that you can’t speak. 

“You’re ok doll. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky soothes you, stroking his hand over your hair.

Once you have calmed down Bucky presses the button for assistance and goes to fill up a plastic cup of water. 

You take the cup from him, deliberately brushing his hand with yours. You hold on to one of his hands and slowly bring it to your lips. His entire body relaxes and he smiles down at you.

You point to the back of your head and then to the cup of water and he seems to understand. He places his hand at the back of your head helping you lift your head, supporting all your weight with his hand so you don’t have to strain your neck. You raise the cup up to your lips and take small sips, the water instantly refreshing your dry mouth and throat.

The nurses come in and do all the checks they need to, everything is looking as good as it should. Once they have all left you look back to Bucky who has taken his place back in the chair by the side of your bed. You reach your hand out and he takes it, holding it as if it was the rarest jewel on earth. 

“Thank you.” You manage to croak out. Bucky opens his mouth to argue but quickly closes it when he sees the look on your face.

“You’re welcome doll.” He smiles back at you. “You should get some rest.” His smile is replaced by a caring frown which makes you chuckle slightly.

“Sleep with me?” You give him your best puppy eyes which only makes the creases in his forehead more prominent.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admits sheepishly.

“They put me in a double bed for a reason.” It still hurts to talk so you hope that he isn’t going to need anymore convincing. You smile when he gets up and helps you shift to one side of the bed. He very carefully slides in next to you, his arms gently wrap around you as he tries to avoid everything that is attached to you and be as far away as possible from your wound.

You can feel his body is still tense so you squeeze his hand and gently rub circles on the back. Letting out a sigh of contentment you close your eyes, allowing sleep to sweep you away. 

Bucky was not so lucky, he loved having you in his arms but he was terrified to move in case he hurt you in any way. He just listened to the sound of your slow breathing which eventually lulled him into sleep.

You were both woken up by the nurses entering the room, saying they had to do their regular checks. Bucky slipped out from the bed to give them room, heading to the bathroom to give you some privacy. 

He stared into the mirror, the events that have taken place clear in the sag of his skin and the puffiness of his eyes. Sighing, he splashed some cold water on his face before drying off and heading out of the bathroom. 

The nurses had left and you were sitting up in bed, still to one side leaving room for Bucky. Again, he very carefully took his place next to you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders the other hand resting on your thigh.

He leans over to you and kisses you on the cheek. The words you both want to speak hang heavy in the air above your heads. 

“Bucky I-”  “Doll-”

You both chuckle at the awkwardness. “You go first.” Bucky encourages you with a smile.

“When we were out there, you told me not to say something.” You pause to gather your thoughts but Bucky takes this as an invitation to speak.

“I am so sorry. I never should have taken that away from you, I just didn’t think I could handle it if those words came out of your mouth.” His words fall out of his mouth in a jumbled mess but you understand.

“You knew what I was going to say?” You ask and he nods.

“You told me not to say it. To hold onto it as a reason to fight for survival. You don’t realise it already was my reason to fight. You, James Buchanan Barnes, are my reason to live.” You look up at him, a few tears falling down your cheeks but you notice he is the same.

“I love you Bucky.” 

“I love you doll.” 

His smile is the biggest you have ever seen. His happiness beams out of his body and lights up the room. He reaches a hand up to your cheek to wipe away the tears. Leaning in slowly he presses his lips to yours. In that kiss you feel his emotion, the unspoken words that don’t need to be shared because the kiss is saying everything it needs to. In that kiss you are transported to another world, a heaven but in that kiss you are brought home. 

Pulling away for breath you are both glowing, basking in each other’s love and the comfort in brings. 

“Say it again.” Bucky asks you.

“I love you Bucky.” 

“Again.” You are both laughing now.

“I love you Bucky.” Before he has the chance to ask you again you cup his cheek with one hand, the hand on your good side. You pull him closer to you and press kisses all over his face whispering ‘i love you’s in between each kiss.

Both your chuckles fill the room, replacing the atmosphere of sickness with one of joy and love. In that moment you felt like Bucky’s love could completely heal you. 

That day all the avengers came to see you, bringing flowers and gifts. There were tears shed but they were happy tears. Tears showing how grateful you all are to have your little family, to have endless love and support surrounding you. The only time Bucky left your side was when he had to, but as soon as he could he was right back next to you, kissing everywhere he could reach. 

That night you fall asleep in Bucky's arms knowing this is where you will be for the rest of your life. Your mornings will start with Bucky because he is the reason you smile when you wake up. Your evenings will end with Bucky because it’s his touch that can soothe you off to sleep. You want to be with Bucky forever because he is the reason you live.

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[scandeniall]

story of us

pairing: suna x reader

the story of ur relationship <3; alternatively (more) dating sunarin headcanons but this time is somewhat of an order and talks good and bad 2K+ worth lol

a/n: i had more planned but half of these have been sitting in my notes for months and its kinda fucking long already bc he lives rent free!!!

warnings: uh the usual aged up (in ur 20s time skip type beat), language, yeah

Meeting

Now when y’all met suna was not looking to love at all. That man was just living his life and so where you. The two of you pretty much meet through komori. You’re a friend and it’s his birthday so him and a few of his friends go out for drinks bc why not. Young hot pretty financially stable v-ball players. Nah no ones there for any type of hookups literally just there celebrating a great guy.

They rent out a section at a relatively nice bar tbh. Not the cheapest and you can actually hear conversation. But also not a super expensive one where the patrons are middle aged with jazz music and the occasional track to relive “youth.” Komori’s a sweetie and will come outside to get you when you text that you’re there. You’ve met washio and ofc sakusa Before so you greet them casually then you turn and there’s Suna and a few others you haven’t met.

That greeting isn’t anything special I promise. Just “hey I’m so and so” and vice versa. It’s one of those meetings where you just think “he’s cute” but it’s such a fleeting thought. Y’all don’t even really talk that first night tbh. At the next practice Suna mentions offhandedly that he didn’t know komori was dating someone and komori is like: huh? Yeah sorry. I love (Y/N) and all but were just friends. Suna just shrugs not really caring to be honest until Komori just asks what did he think of you.

“Don’t really remember much man. Seemed cool though” he didn’t think he’d really see you again. Yeah you were close enough to have been at Komori’s birthday but if that was his first time ever meeting you, he figured you weren’t from around there are present very much. Yeah he was wrong.

Suddenly you were on Komori’s snap story more often, or maybe he’d just been noticing more. Too bad he couldn’t even remember your name 💀. Then it turned into you occasionally popping up where he was. He’d been told your name at least 5 times already but wouldn’t remember it the next day. Whenever he’d see you again he’d get a strained look like: “what is this mf name again” just laugh and tell him again bby.

That changed at some random house party by another mutual friend you two apparently had? You two were the only people just around the fire pit trying to catch some warmth in the chilly night. He’s probably just on his phone head bobbing his head to the muffled music from inside. And you’re just like “remember my name yet?” All jokingly. This sparks the tiniest bit of interest in him and he lets out a low chuckle and just admits “not at all.” I also feel like this is the first time he really looks at you and he’s like 🤨, wait you’re actually kinda cute.

That night y’all just kinda talk and vibe. The conversation comes easy as you two jump back and forth from talking about the music playing to sneakers which he brings up to stuff that you like. He’s actually really easy to talk to. So easy that u can forget about him not remembering your name despite meeting several times. You mention that you’d hung around komori before while they were gaming and that he seemed pretty cool. That leads him to asking “how do you know him anyways?”

“I used to date Sakusa”

Mentally he’s just like— ‘yeah I’m not getting involved in this. Time to go.’ Until you just start laughing.

“I’m kidding. He’s not really my type. We met after being paired together for a project in school.”

The two of you spend quite a bit of time just talking that night until you are joined again by some friends and it’s deadass like y’all weren’t just talking for almost an hour straight.

Getting Together

The process of getting together is like a cat and mouse game. You two start getting closer than friends and then something happens and you’re not talking for weeks. Whether it be life just getting busy, and then someone ending up on some random tinder date or so be it. Definitely one of those things were somehow someway y’all end up just hanging on one of your couches watching a movie. At some point there’s definitely a hint of sexual tension but neither of y’all act on it (later on you find on his finsta that he used to post several “i wont you 😔” memes  Folks can’t tell if hes joking or not (hes not))

You probably gotta tell that man you like him so if that ain’t you I’m sorry. Y’all not dating 😹. It’s something casual, y’all going to pick up some snacks for a movie night and why this mf keep looking at you out the side of his eyes instead of the road. You def texting the groupchat asking if you should confess. They tell you to boss up and just do it baby.

You literally end up confessing in that parking lot. Like right when he shuts the car off and starts swinging his keys on his finger and you kinda just blurt “I like you. Like like you.” He just kinda nods before his eyes widen. “Wait are you fr?” Like no you’re joking tf. It gets a lil awkward so you just go to get out the car and he’s like “I like like you too.”

I definitely don’t think either of you ever officially asked the other out it’s just at some point the understanding that you two are a couple. Like when you’re hanging out just you two hes more touchy, and then y’all start kissing and holding hands at some point. Then when you’re with friends he almost exclusively sits next to you and your friends notice the whispers in one another’s ears at the loud bar that seem just a hint too intimate for ppl who are just friends. Then y’all start arriving and leaving places together and people just at some point get the message (it’s later confirmed by you tweeting some shit like: I hate Rin why is that mf my boyfriend)

As far as anniversaries y’all draw straws to pick a day in the ballpark of the time y’all both think you became official. That’s the day you stick with even if it’s not true.

Relationship Flaws

A fault in the relationship is sunas kinda poor communication when it comes to things that matter. How he feels. Arguments. Love sure as hell don’t come east with anyone but when your partner won’t let you in? Yeah that’s like hell. That’s something you struggle with. And then on your end, it’s the impatience with him not letting you in. You try to wrongfully rush it.

 There’s definitely been arguments that stem from him just being upset about something unrelated to the relationship then coming to you for comfort without actually telling you what’s wrong. He kinda just wants to lay with his head on his chest but at some point that’s not enough. Y’all are in a relationship and should be able to talk about your bad days too.

You’re not innocent in this issue either because sometimes it comes off too pushy. Yes it’s from a place of care but sometimes that silent comfort is necessary. The walls will break in due time and y’all both know that deep in the back of your minds But then there’s a part that’s like— yeah we can’t let this become the norm

“Rin, can you please talk to me”

He will have literally told you “whatever” and that he “can’t deal with this rn” several times as he just shrugs and is like yeah “I’m gonna just go home. I’ll text you later” with an awkward ass pat on your shoulder if it really ruined his mood. If he’s leaving before he gets super upset and uncomfortable just some half assed kiss in your cheek

Another thing is I feel like he could be passive aggressive and let’s be real other folks doing it causes you to do it to. Y’all probably drag eachother on your finstas where you can both see it lol

But when it comes to making up he cracks first and apologizes when he started it. Or as y’all get more comfy with communication. If it’s not anything major he’ll just hit you with a text like “I’m bored come hang”

More Relationship Things

I feel like he love/hates driving. Likes the ride not always driving though. So if you ever proposed a late night drive he’d be down (if you offer to drive). He does let y’all take his car though. He reclines the seat pretty far back. Alternates between just closing his eyes vibing w/ the music or kinda just looking at you (he the type of bf that makes u nervous no matter how long y’all been together)The way he looks at you makes you nervous cause that man is fine as hell and you can just feel his eyes on you.

He films you on Snapchat and sends the video to you like “you look hot”

If he’s not ‘resting his eyes’ he’s mumbling along to the music because he has the aux. if y’all music tastes are different he occasionally throws in something you really like bc he likes how you perk up at one of your fav songs

Moving on. Y’all dap eachother up after s3x because it’s “modern romance” (boy stfu). You two came up with a sex playlist together and it’s on both of your phones. Sometimes one of you will add a troll song that the other doesn’t know and put it in the lineup. (Stole my heart by 1D has definitely played before and you were practically in tears laughing at his reaction. That was one of those songs he was like ‘yeah alright i think we’re done).

At some point you two develop your own handshake and it’s cute. Whenever either of you have to travel without the other that’s always the last thing you do before you leave eachother. There’s vids of your friends daring y’all to do your elaborate ass handshake drunk and doesn’t matter what’s in your system, you both know it like the back of your hand.

I think he values quality time a lot so there’s so many nights where you’re both just chilling in his room just doing your own things. He could just be at his desk watching some game highlights and you’re just doing hw on his bed with your own earbuds in work all spread out and he’s content. He’s also attentive so if he calculates that you’ve been working too long he’ll just take ur earbud like “hey let’s go get something to eat.”

People definitely think he’s the lazy one in the relationship but it’s 100% not true. Like stated above, he’s very attentive and can pretty much gauge how you’re feeling in the blink of an eye. He knows when you need alone time but won’t go without reassuring you that he’s here whenever you’re ready. When you do just need him he’s there without a second thought. If you’re more touchy he’ll have your head in his lap his arm running up and down your as you tell him what’s wrong. He knows when to joke about a minor inconvenience and over the course of your relationship knows when to cut the jokes and be serious with you.

He’d never admit it but he knows your coffee order by heart (he keeps up his image my asking wtf do you get everytime. Just let him LOL). He the type to peek at what you plan on wearing and ‘accidentally’ color coordinate then pull some shit like “why are you copying me”

Y’all def shit talk together. See someone doing something completely out of pocket in public— straight to ur phones you go (pack it up shade room). To the public it just looks like you aren’t paying any attention to one another on your dates but y’all are. Just over the phone so u don’t piss off ur target 😌

Y’all are very comfy in your relationship that you just say stuff. Y’all don’t even think.

“Rin, what if i crashed us in this car rn 😹”

“Do it. Might be fun”

When you two finally move in together it’s almost like how your relationship starts. Slowly more and more spares of stuff for you end up at his. He does sorta make the move near the end of your lease and is just like “you’re here more than me anyways.” (hes nervous but swears he’s not. Bby you’re literally shaking). Him moving you in is like hell. This mf takes sooooo long to help with boxes. Picks up 1 then sits for like 15 minutes. You ask for help the first few times and he’s just like “I got you” while continuing to scroll his phone.

Sleepy Shoulder kisses in the mornings. Only form a greeting you get but it’s ok

this is like my 100th dating suna hc and im still going this is SICK. it was so hard to not drop old refs bc i still believe in them 100% yes i do!!!!

[chalkrevelations]

Huh.

Well, this is not the next episode reaction you were expecting, but a while back, in the middle of the night, while I was ready to cry from working on a pharmacology paper, out of nowhere, Youtube threw up Street Dance of China S3 Ep1 at me. And yeah. I am, admittedly, f’kn weak for a dance show. (There are enough SYTYCD episode reax on my old Livejournal that I feel there’s no point denying this.)

So – no, actually, wait. FIRST of all, I do NOT believe the “towel vote” we ended up being given for the opening routines from the four captains. That was the most blatant bit of bullshit chicanery I’ve seen in my LIFE, and I say this as a person with a ton of SYTYCD episode reax on my old Livejournal, and I also say this not because Wang Yibo ended up last (well, not entirely), but because I saw Wallace Chung’s routine. As someone closer in age to him than to the other three captains, I have to give him props for trying, but come on, man. The critique that Yibo got from random contestants – if the subtitles are to be believed, so I realize this needs a grain of salt - basically boiled down to “it was too good for the stage lighting.” :hands: Also, I saw your face at the reveal, Wallace, and you were as shocked as I was. No way you got more towels/votes than Wang Yibo. Not unless there’s some super wild undercurrent of nostalgia propping you up, which, I guess could happen, because literally all I know about pop culture in China, current or otherwise, is filtered through Tumblr and Youtube, both notoriously suspect, but … anyway. There’s got to be a TON of behind-the-scenes manipulation going on for Yibo to be rock-bottom with last pick of teams but then also to end up with THAT pool of possibles. Are you kidding me with this?

ANYWAY, what I wanted to say is that I actually really like Wang Yibo here, and it’s not just because he’s the only captain I have even a sliver of familiarity with, and it’s not just because Lan Wangji was banging Wei Wuxian. I do realize all of this is influenced by whatever edit they’ve decided to give a particular captain or contestant, but I’m impressed with the way Yibo immediately starts team building by getting his group into a warmup, getting them dancing together, getting them dancing with him before they have to worry about dancing for him. (I mean, come on, Jackson Wang. The way to get people to stop being nervous is not to say “Stop being nervous! It will make you fuck up!”) The way Yibo immediately recognized and responded to his group’s concerns about that one dude copying someone else’s routine probably also bought him a lot of return investment. He’s dressed to work it, in his sweats and his flannel (what IS that fake-leather TAC vest and random leg holster-looking thing, Jackson Wang?). He’s convincing me he really loves to dance, he can’t hold still while he watches the contestants, he’s wandering over into other captains’ turf when it sounds like there’s a dancer performing who he might like to see, he’s being the best Yibo he can be, and I’m grooving along, wind in my hair, totally down for this ride. He’s also adorable at the beginning when all the other captains are like, my goal for this season is to slaughter the competition and dance on their graves! And he’s like, well, I’d like to … make some friends? And learn some new stuff? I don’t know if the perpetual Humble Student schtick is natural or persona, or whether it’s general or specific to dancing, but it’s working for you, my dude. This is also made better (read: ironic), by the fact that it’s immediately before the towel reveal, when he flips over to utter disbelief and gets all sulky for a while over the “fact” that his dance routine got the least votes.

Also, OH WAIT. This is where that clip of Yibo dancing with his crew ALL OVER HIM came from that I saw floating around a few months ago, isn’t it? You’re telling me those guys had never danced together before and had like, three minutes to throw together that routine? I’m even more impressed than before. Meanwhile, the towels symbolize courage and challenge, Mr. Emcee? OK, fine, cheesy reality show blah blah whatever. Can we get to the dancing now?

I’m going to put the rest of this behind a cut, because it got super long, because it turns out, when you watch in 5-minute increments, it takes two and a half weeks to get through a single episode, but you actually can see and have opinions on all 5,328 contestants, plus every single one of the captains’ battles. Meanwhile, I’m trying to convince myself this is not going to be another series of episode reactions, but 1) I do have the benefit of not having a ton of hometown media giving me a next-day play-by-play, so even though this is six months old, everything’s a surprise; 2) I am, admittedly, f’kn weak for a dance show; and 3) it’s easy to watch in 5-minute increments between researching drug interactions in hypothetical hypertensive patients with stable ischemic heart disease, erectile dysfunction, and seasonal allergies. So, I guess we’ll see. It’ll be slow going, though, because I don’t ever have two and half hours to sit down and watch an ep cover-to-cover – if it happens, it will likely keep happening in 5-minute increments. Meanwhile, there is a metric shit-ton of nattering below the cut, so caveat lector. No, seriously, I kept adding to this little by little until it became a monster. Hashtag long post (remorseful).

OK, I am generally out of my depth here, as this is not at all my area of dance not-really-expertise, but some reactions:

Team Wang Yibo: I can see why he didn’t want to choose between Colin and Dian Men – Colin might have been a touch better technically and a better showman, but Dian Men didn’t seem to have a single wasted move – but, also, my dude. Yibo. You maybe should look a little bit less stunned and overwhelmed by the mere presence of Colin, it’s giving me ideas about your taste in men. Continuing with the powerhouses, I probably shouldn’t even attempt to critique Klash, but I did feel like he was a bit stiff in some of his footwork; that final V kick, though, shit, that’s what having that kind of upper-body strength is for. Bouboo … I mean, excellent flexibility and control, of course, but mainly I’m just terribly amused that Yibo got last pick of teams but somehow ended up with the guy who’s literal world champion, and who’s just as useful for getting into the other captains’ heads – without even trying – as he is for his talent. And then there’s a montage of Yibo giving out towel after towel after towel, and my dude, you cannot keep up this pace. There are still too many dancers to see, and you don’t have that many towels. AAANNNND Towel Battle #1 (See Footnote 1).

Team Jackson Wang: I do like Gai Gai, although that may be influenced by the fact she’s working in the twilight area between hip-hop and contemporary that I have more familiarity with - but also, I suspect she’s pretty good in her genre. I thought Xiao Jie was inconsistent and didn’t stick the landing on his initial attempt, so I have to give you that hesitation, Jackson, even though you’ve somehow ended up the villain in my inner narrative for this show, for no particular reason I can yet discern. Maybe it’s that you’re the direct competition for Yibo’s team in the towel battles. Good enough. Anyway, Xiao Jie definitely stepped up his game for the battle with Bingo, so I can kind of see why both of them got a towel, but we’re not even halfway through this, and most of y’all are giving away towels like you have an endless supply. Yang Kai is a fucking menace with fantastic musicality, and I’m just gonna say it and take the fallout - I think he gave a better performance first time out of the gate than any of Yibo’s powerhouses did. Whatever power Klash has got, whatever skill Bouboo has got, Yang Kai feels more explosive and engaging, at least in these initial showings. He’s going to be one to beat, I’d hug him too, if he was on my team and was going to help me WIN. Yibo’s probably lucky that happened during his little stroll over to check out the competition, so that he can see they’re definitely competitive and be prepared for it. Also, Jackson, I have to admit - that face you made when Chao really kicked in? That was the same face I made, because wt actual f, you have a literal secret weapon – secret because he CAME FROM NOWHERE and NO ONE EVEN KNOWS him, how is that even possible, how did he get that good – fluid, creative, controlled, incredible musicality - without anyone having any idea who he even is? And then there’s a montage of Jackson just giving out towel after towel after towel, and my dude, you need to slow down. You can’t just be like, “THEY LOVE DANCE WITH ALL OF THEIR WHOLE HEARTS!!!!1111!!!!11!” I get it, but everyone there loves dance with all of their whole hearts, and there are not enough towels to send all of them on to the next round. ANNNND, Towel Battle #1 (See Footnote 1).

Team Lay Zhang: lol at how diplomatic you’re being, Lay Zhang – your team’s fierce roar startled you, OK. At this point, I suspect you’re the street most likely to have a knife fight break out before this is all over. I do like Alex, I think he’s got a lot of interesting, super-clean details in his moves, and he’s engaging - I cannot BELIEVE you made him battle that dude whose moves were so mushy, Lay Zhang, it leaves me doubting your ability to judge this thing. At first I thought maybe you were just looking for an excuse because you wanted to see Alex freestyle, but then you actually said something about both dancers being equal, and my estimation of you plummeted, and also sadly, my sound dropped out for the actual battle, including the part where the clearly inferior dancer fell over and then accidentally POPPED ALEX ONE IN THE EYE, and I TOLD YOU SO. I do agree it’s a good idea to make dancers in the same genre do some battling, so you can kind of plan out your towels and put together a team with broad strengths, instead of giving out towels like you’re making it rain for the first 20 contestants, and then you have 1,375 more people to get through, with 3 towels left, as EVERYONE ELSE seems to be doing, so it’s nice that at least one of you guys is thinking – if not actually acting - strategically. That was clearly not even a contest, though, GIVE ALEX HIS TOWEL and send him to the next round. Xiao Bao is hilarious, with his concern that his team captain, who’s into krump, which is “beating,” isn’t going to appreciate his waacking, which is “slapping.” I also don’t know a whole lot about waacking, so thanks for the primer, Xiao Bao, and don’t worry, your performance is just as engaging for those of us who don’t know what we’re watching as you are generally. You deserve that towel for your ability to interact with and engage your audience, alone. Lingo is a good solid performance, although he’s got his team captain strategizing edited over some of it, and here’s the thing: we are 1:56:00 into this, at this point, with another half hour to go, and all of you are starting to disappear into the sea of dancers who are very good at what you do, but at generally the same level? Anyway, Lingo, I approve of your ability to interact with your audience (read: your captain) to ensure engagement, too, so keep that up. Annnd, we actually haven’t seen that much of you guys, but it’s time for Towel Battle #2 (See Footnote 2).

Team Wallace Chung: I’m glad Su Lian Ya insisted on performing, I thought she started off slow but warmed up, and that ending was creepily fantastic and had me spontaneously grinning at the screen in delight. Then we lose sight of this group for a really long time, actually. We go back to find Wallace putting through a couple of urban dancers who we barely see, but who apparently claim to have some choreography experience, and he really likes that. TI shows up, and they’re solid, but honestly, not as good in this performance as they were in some of the stock footage the show threw up to introduce them, but Wallace remains super-excited about the idea of choreography and sends at least choreographer Zhang Jiang Peng through to the next round. And then, we really haven’t seen that much of you guys, either, which maybe doesn’t bode well, but it’s time for Towel Battle #2 (See Footnote 2).

FOOTNOTE 1, aka TOWEL BATTLE ONE, Team Yibo vs. Team Jackson, 3V3 freestyle: First of all, I have to say, I love Yibo - Mr. I Just Wanna Make Some Friends And Have Some Fun - being all, “I have three crappy white towels I’m stuck with for coming in last place that I can’t use to send dancers to the next round and that I DO NOT DESERVE, and I am getting BACK the colorful towels that ARE RIGHTFULLY MINE. I am coming for whoever is in my way.” Team Yibo is Bouboo, Klash, Dian Men, and OK, given what we’ve seen so far, that’s the safe choice, but honestly, I think we’re just taking some things for granted right now, and I’m not sure they actually have given the best performances so far. Yeah, I said it. Team Jackson is Yang Kai, Chao, and Xiao Jie, and … ok, on that last one, I think you probably could have substituted Bingo, but all right. Yang Kai is a definite yes. Chao will be great if he can stay out of his own head and not psych himself out, but given what we’ve seen so far, he’s an obvious pick. First round, Yang Kai vs. Klash, and Yang Kai is still a fucking menace, with super lines. Klash definitely stepped up his game for the battle, and I can’t get over the upper body strength he’s got, to get that kind of airy bounce in his moves, but to be honest, I can’t even be mad the first round went to Yang Kai and Team Jackson. Second round, Yang Kai is still … y’all, the beautiful lines from this guy in his poses, I can’t get over them, but I think he doesn’t have the stamina, his footwork is getting sloppy. Bouboo also steps up his game for an actual battle, his fluidity and control is amazing, and yeah, round to Team Yibo. Round three, Xiao Jie gives it a decent effort, but the polish isn’t there; meanwhile Bouboo is still in champion mode, and I was kind of surprised this was a split vote and went to another round. Xiao Jie absolutely surprised me, coming back stronger on his second try, although I suppose a more familiar genre helped, but Bouboo continues in champion mode. Round four, Chao looks like he’s going to throw up right before he steps out there, and then as soon as the music starts, it’s like, he doesn’t even think. The music just moves him. I feel like his dance vocabulary is more limited than Bouboo’s, though, and Bouboo’s flow is amazing at this point, so I feel like the judges just want to drag this out and see more dancing when we go to one more round. Strong effort all around, but yeah, round four and two towels to Team Yibo. I can’t really complain about that. I do feel like Yibo’s powerhouses have been holding back until now, though, and I’m not sure how I feel about THAT.

FOOTNOTE 2, aka TOWEL BATTLE TWO, Team Zhang vs. Team Wallace, 3V3 w/ captain: lol, Team Zhang really wants someone to pick the Sailor Moon song because they know Xiao Bao and his waacking will tear it up. Anyway, Team Zhang includes Lingo and Xiao Bao, who does not get his Sailor Moon song and continues to be hilarious in his disbelief about being chosen to participate in this battle, when he’s not looking almost as sick as Chao from Team Jackson before HIS performance. Team Wallace includes Su Lian Ya – and honestly, despite how I’m getting ready to bag on him for the entire rest of this battle recap, I like that Wallace put one of his female dancers up there for the battle - and some dude named Ba that they haven’t given us any footage of, up ‘til now, at least that I can remember and who I … don’t even know has been formally given a towel and sent on to the next round, yet? Oh wait, he must have, because there’s talk in the pause for choreography about somehow using the towels during the battle. Wallace relies on Su Lian Ya and Zhang Jiang Peng to choose Ba, and then Ba ends up choreographing a lot of the performance, at least from the edit we see. I continue to feel you may be in over your head, Wallace. This feeling … is not assuaged by your performance in the first round, which is fine, but not really up to the level of almost anyone whose name I’ve bolded so far in this entire recap. Also, using the towels was a cute idea, but it doesn’t translate well, and Team Wallace has a lot of wasted time throwing the towels around instead of actually. You know. Dancing. Lingo gets a credible solo during Team Zhang’s performance, and even though Xiao Bao is clearly lost during a good bit of his backup dancer duties, he manages not to throw up, which – given this team’s general skill level – should be enough to give them the first round, EXCEPT SOMEHOW Team Wallace gets the point from the judges, who then try to justify this inexplicable decision by saying Team Wallace had better interaction, I guess because of the hot mess with throwing the towels around, but adding that Team Zhang was more scattered, which what? More scattered than the hot mess with the towels? I’m not buying this. I can’t tell if they’re propping up Wallace or fucking with Lay Zhang’s head, but I’m having bad acid flashbacks to the many and varied ways dance show judges will try to gaslight you, telling you that things you just saw with your very own eyes did not actually happen when it’s right there! On camera! Visible, despite whatever edit bs you’re pulling! ANYWAY, they’re definitely managing to fuck with not only Lay Zhang’s head, but Xiao Bao’s, and Xiao Bao still doesn’t seem to have his choreography down, but they manage to pull it together enough to take the second round, which to be honest is kind of a muddled mess on everyone’s part. The only one who really stands out to me on this go’round is Su Lian Ya, but OK, Team Zhang might have had it slightly more together as a unit. And then, yeah, OK, I think they were fucking with Lay Zhang’s head, because we then find out that, holy shit, the song the show powers-that-be chose for the tie-breaking third round is that gd Sailor Moon song, and we can all see the writing on the wall. Poor Team Wallace is no match for Xiao Bao, who frankly, carries this entire round on his shoulders without breaking a sweat and barely needs any backup dancers to do it. There’s some ridiculously dramatic reveal of scoring, with the judges dragging out their decisions like this was any actual contest - I’m beginning to suspect that some of them grew up with Wallace Chung posters on their bedroom walls - but finally, round and towel to Team Zhang.

Cut to a little bit of Next Time On, and wow, the first two-and-a-half-hour episode is over, and we aren’t finished with the initial round yet. It’s gonna be Christmas before I make it halfway through this season.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Cil and Von pls???

Funny enough, that's what @bi-julius-caesar wanted for their birthday! The exact prompt they asked for was 'Von humiliating Cil in front of Kohga and Sooga and Cil tries to hate fuck him but ends up getting fucked instead'. So, hope both of ya'll like it!

"With pleasure, Master Kohga."

Kohga loved having beefcakes to do what he said. And Cil was one of the many who were eager to obey. Like a show pony, he was eager to perform. In this case, he insisted on having him go head to head with Sooga. Not with weapons, but with their bodies, and bodies alone. Master Kohga was frisky today, it seemed. He watched angrily as Kohga held Sooga’s face, cooing in such a sugary sweet voice. The words fell on deaf words, lost in his frustration. Then he looked at him, and made a 'come here' motion with his finger. Cil damn near skipped over, but kept his proper form.

"I don't want you to go easy on him, understand? He needs to earn his prize."

"Understood. But pray tell, what IS the prize?"

Kohga thought about it for a second, before Cil saw that smirk of his (well not really SAW, but he felt it).

"Tell you what. Winner gets a kiss."

"...any kiss?"

"Eh what the hell, why not? Sure."

Oh he was going to murder him. Cil nodded, holding onto Kohga’s hand in his own, as a sign of respect.

"It shall be done, my Master. He will have to pry this trophy from my cold, lifeless corpse."

And he meant it. He doubt Kohga would let their match get that far, but if it came down to it, he absolutely would. Anything for that kiss he needed oh so badly. For that kiss he deserved. He stepped in front of Sooga, and drew his blade. He double checked his hair in the reflection of the blade, before digging it into the floor. Sooga followed suit, both blades wedging into the wooden floors.

"I appreciate your seriousness, Cil. You and I both know that we strive to please our Master."

"Of course. He deserves nothing but the best. As in, me."

Sooga huffed. Good, he was getting under his skin. Cil stretched for a moment (maybe showing off a bit for Kohga), making sure his body was ready. Sooga followed suit, before nodding. He was ready.

"You recall the rules."

"No weapons, no yiga special techniques. Just our body's strength, and our wits. And of course, mask stays on. On our Master's mark, if he may grace us."

Kohga loved this part, they could tell. He was about to start, when Von joined him, clearly excited.

"Aye my BOYS! Master Kohga, I can watch right?"

"Long as you don't interfere again."

"Oh. Right. Sorry. Shutting up right after this-good luck guys!"

He gave them a thumbs up, and Cil rolled his eyes. Ugh. Ever supportive, Von was. Kohga helped himself to a drink, before sitting up in his chair.

"On three. One. Two. Three!"

Cil was so motivated by the idea of getting his prize, he leapt for it first, bringing his fist down right into Sooga’s chest. Sooga got pushed back a bit, but didn't hesitate to grab Cil's arm, yanking him into a nasty headbutt. It was a cheap move, unlike him honestly. It was weird, until he heard Kohga holler behind them. It was a show for their master, not effiencity. Oh the cheek. He felt himself snarl at such a cheap trick.

"Oh you kiss ass!"

"You're just upset that he prefers looking at me."

Cil grit his teeth, before he dove for him in essentially a tackle. These little sprawling sessions were really just 'beat the shit out of someone until they're either unresponsive, or quit'. So tackling, although it was a bit barbaric, was pretty acceptable. Given how loud Von swore, it was quite a spectacle as well. He kept himself on top of him, starting to bring his fists down onto him. He aimed for his chest, his shoulders, even his head. Sooga kept trying to block, and Cil was happy he did.

"That's it, give me more of you to hurt!"

He wanted to bruise him. Wanted to walk away from this in absolute shame. Like a wounded street dog. He clasped his hands together, about to bring the combined force of his fists, when he was suddenly forced onto his back. Sooga had damn strong legs, and he often used them to his advantage.

"Your fury shall be the end of you, Cil."

He grabbed him by his head, about to slam it onto the floor, when he was interrupted by a very loud, VERY annoying Von.

"COME O N CIL, YOU GOT THIS BUDDY!"

It was annoying, and just the distraction he needed. He brought his fist up to his stomach, giving him just enough time to squirm out of his grasp. He managed to get Sooga’s head in his arms, in a headlock if you will. Sooga squirmed so adorably, he could pop his head like a cherry.

"That's it. Thrash. I'll crush your head like a fucking egg. I could watch the blood trickle down your ears as I make your brain mush. Or you could give up, and I could claim my prize. The one I d-"

He didn't get to finish. See, there was an issue with Von being both of their friends. He never picked a side, and always wanted things to be even. So, of course, it was his turn to help Sooga.

"SOOGA PULL HIS HAIR."

"NO WAIT-"

Too late. Sooga had reached up, dug his fingers into his hair, and pulled. It undid all the hard work it took to get it looking so pretty, and it made Cil moan. Loudly. He had just pulled it so hard, his blood was already pumping- it just happened. The cheers from everyone watching suddenly became a confused silence, and Cil hated that when he looked down, Sooga was obviously very uncomfortable. Cil let go of him, and turned to look at Von. Good. He knew he was in more shit than a horse stable.

He walked away, grabbing his blade on the way out. A foot soldier, their little referee, cocked his head to the side.

"Is this a forfeit?"

"...yes. Unfortunately, I yield."

He tucked his sword away, and as he walked out of the arena, and grabbed Von by his shoulder. Once they were out of the ring, and into Cil's room, Von FINALLY started to panic, hands up in defense.

"Cil don't be mad I didn't think you were gonna-"

"You made him ruin my hair. You made him humiliate me in public,"

Cil stepped towards him, slowly, and Von stepped back, clearly trying to get away from him. He made it a good distance away, before his back was against a wall. Cil put his hand up, keeping Von trapped. He wasn't going anywhere, they both knew it.

"You made everyone realize WE do things together. You made me come off as some sort of whore. You not only brought shame to me and me and our Master, but you made me LOSE. I deserved that prize. But thanks to you, I lost. LOOK AT ME."

Cil grabbed him by his throat, and listening to his choked up words of protest were music to his ears.

"I'm going to make you regret having a voice. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to use you until I decide I'm not fucking mad at you anymore."

He threw Von onto his bed, crawled on top of him, and just when he was about to peel those clothes off, Von coiled some of his hair in his hand, and pulled. Like a a horse, he turned docile under his hand, suddenly not feeling so angry. Von laughed, pushing their masks aside, just enough to reveal their mouths. Never enough for their faces.

"Aye...so angry and so bitter, buddy. Easy does it. I know how you get when you don't get what you want. Come here. I'll give you a kiss."

Was it Kohga? Absolutely not. But after getting all riled up from a fight, he'd take it. He pressed his lips against his, swearing under his breath. Him and and Von have had a few...choice encounters, so this wasn't new. But Cil still hated it. There was still that shame, that bitter taste of defeat, not getting who he wanted. And Von knew it. It was silent, yet obvious. Yet, Von acted as if that awkwardness didn't exist. Cil sighed. He was still angry, but his cock was taking away some of that stress.

"You're a pest. And I'm still angry."

"You're always angry. Now come on, clothes off."

He waited till Von let go of his hair, before he sat up, removing everything but his mask. Von gave a loud, headache inducing whistle.

"Dunno why you had to strip, you could've just flexed this off, god damn."

Cil was about to insult him for such mindless flattery, when Von held his cock in his fingers. He toyed with the tip with his thumb, watching as Cil melted on top of him. Cil huffed in his face, annoyed still.

"You shouldn't make me feel good. But you know what I need."

"I've known a few cocks, my guy, they more or less need the same thing. But yours is the cutest!"

"Not this again..."

Cil smacked his mask with his hand, groaning. Von laughed, clearly finding it funny.

"I'm sorry but it's such a cute lil cock! It's like a wittle itty bitty carrot! You know how sometimes it doesn't grow right but you love it anyway because its special?"

"I'm going to kill you. I'm going to hang your corpse on-"

He was silenced when Von scooted down, and put his cock past his lips. He stiffened up for a minute, before relaxing, digging his fingers through Von's mop of hair.

"Ugh. So messy. Your stupid hair. You should let me fix it properly. If I have to hold it while I use your mouth, it should at least not look sloppy."

"Aw, is that a date?"

Von looked up at him; kissing at his tip. Cil scoffed, pushing himself back into his mouth. Much better use of his lips than the constant smart mouth.

"It isn't. It's a standard that I want...met."

He could tell Von knew. He was already getting close. That's what fighting did to a true yiga. Made them aroused, eager for more. Von peeled away, watching as the little cock ached for more.

"Well I want MY dick to meet that ass, so on your front, princess."

"I grow weary of that nickname."

He complied however, trading Von spots. He laid on his stomach, letting Von apread his ass, and rub his thumb over his asshole.

"But you're SUCH a pillow princess! You lay there, pushing against me and waiting for me to help you cum. And you look pretty too. Nice hair, a damn nice back. You take care of yourself, I REALLY can't believe you don't get fucked more often. Think its the attitude. But I like it."

Cil grabbed onto one of the pillows, tensing once Von dragged his tongue against his asshole.

"Don't....say that while you're doing such things. It's...v...vile."

It was gross. He kissed the same lips that kissed his asshole, and he loved it. Von's tongue moved in little circles, drool cascading down and meeting his aching cock. Von chuckled, pulling away after a second.

"You just mad because it's not Kohga saying it. Ease up big guy, you're gonna get what's comin' to you."

He was about to bark at him, recalling why he was mad to begin with, when he felt goosebumps at his skin. Right. Von was...well equipped, unlike himself. It felt good grinding against him.

"Just...ugh. Be silent and put it in already."

"Such a grumpy wumpykins. Fine."

He leaned down to kiss his jaw, before he adjusted his clothes, and pressed his bare cock against his ass. Cil tried not to, but he found himself pressing against against him, body needing SOMEONE to touch him.

"You remember the rule."

"Right right, finish on the ass, not inside, and tell you so you act like you don't like it- I know I know."

Cil didn't want to admit that he wanted him to just fuck him already. But thankfully, Von let him get away with that one, and pushed his cock inside his ass. He held him still, as his size was STILL a bit much for him. He groaned as his body tried to accommodate, trying not to tear open the pillow in his hands.

"SLOWLY, you fucking moblin."

"This IS slow, you just don't get fucked enough to be used to it."

He was going to back talk further, when Von grabbed some more of his hair, giving it a gentle pull as he started to slowly roll into his ass.

"I...oooh...mmmph."

He hated the sounds he made when he felt stuffed. But it felt so...good. Von chuckled, hand roaming from his hip, up his back.

"That's it. You've got no dick, and ass is pancake flat, but when you finally get tamed...damn you sound so pretty. You like it when you get a good stretch, eh?"

"I DESERVE a cock. The fact that it's yours is unfortunate."

"Sharp tongue for a man with a thick dick in his ass. Lemme taste it."

He laid on him again, pressing his lips against his, and letting his tongue roam over his. Von knew he hated kissing so much, but this time he was grateful, as it helped keep his moans muffled, if only slightly. They sat there for a moment, sweat glistening off their bodies and swears filling the air. Then Von started to move properly. He started to buck his hips into his, balls smacking against his own as their hips bucked together.

"Shit Von...You’re throbbing inside of me. It's shameful."

"Funny way of saying you really like my dick. It's fine, I like this ass of yours. Looks good when you're taking it. Don't think I've fucked someone so big and delicate."

"I'm NOT deli-"

He was cut off when Von yanked his hair, starting to pound into his ass.

"Not delicate? Look at you fumblin' over yourself as I fuck that ass like a toy. My cute, baby dicked princess~"

He couldn’t even scold him. His vision was too hazy, his mouth was too busy biting into the pillow. It felt just. So good, letting this man use him to please his cock.

"I'm gonna fucking cum. I'm gonna bust a FAT fucking nut because of you. Come on, let's see what kinda load those little balls of yours can give me."

Cil was the first to cum, whining loudly once he finally hit that peak. He sat there in his mess of sweat and cum, before Von joined him. He pulled his pretty hair, pulling out just in time to cum on his ass, and on his back. Von still kept moving, albeit much slower, snearing his thick cream in between his cheeks. Von grumbled against his sudden mouth full of feathers.

"They're...not small."

"Size of chickaloo tree nuts. But I love 'em anyway, princess."

Von finally got off of him, laying right next to him. Cil sat there, trying to recover. He silently listened as Von lit up one of his cigarettes, helping himself to a nice smoke, blowing rings into the air. Cil inhaled, before slowly exhaling.

"Why I insist on entertaining you, I have no clue."

"Because I got a fat dick. And I'm funny as hell."

"Funny looking, you mean."

Cil didn't move as he shifted his gaze to meet his. Von grinned, taking another puff, before leaning over and smacking his ass. Least, what was supposed to be his ass.

"Ha! After all this time, my guy still got jokes! I love it! Good to see I took a...load off."

"Stop."

"Even though it was very HARD."

"VON."

Von grinned like the idiot he was. Cil hated to admit it to himself but...well. he did get the gold medal, but silver was just as good. For now.

[slygirl666]

Call me your love

The beginning

Fred Weasley x Lestrange!reader 

historical au: 1800′s 

warnings: none for this chapter, will eventually be an 18+ story. probably not historically accurate, I kinda don't care 

will most likely be on Wattpad too (might change the name please help me with it)

An eight year old Y/N Lestrange walked with her mother to their carriage. It was a rare time she was allowed out of the manor. They had stopped in a dress shop because Lady Lestrange needed to get Y/N a dress that was appropriate for a funeral.

The Funeral of the Mr. and Mrs. Potter, a well respected wealthy family. Though Y/N didn’t know them she did know that they were dear to cousin Sirius’ heart. So dear that their nine year old boy was left in his care.

Sirius had invited his own family seeing how the potters didn’t have any living.

Y/N sat as still as possible while an older lady took measurements of her and her mother looked at materials.

When Y/N had gotten back into her proper clothes she sat patiently waiting for her mother to finish. She played with the pendant that fell over her dress.

When her mother was finished she walked out to the busy streets of london she felt a hand on her wrist as she was pulled away from her mother.

She was pulled behind a shop where she was met with the dirty face of a young boy slightly older than her whose smile spelled trouble.

“Do you have money, miss?” the boy whispered almost ashamed. His eyes not meeting hers. She took a moment to take in his appearance. His trousers had holes in them, he was barefoot on the dirt street, his bright orange hair had dusty areas in it.

“No I don't,” Y/N almost felt bad for him. She looked for something to give him before reaching for her necklace. “Why do you need the money, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“My family has none, miss, see I have six siblings,” his hazel eyes finally met your tears in them with a hint of shame. “We might starve if my brothers and I don’t find away to get money for them.”

So Y/N Lestrange made the decision to unclasp the necklace and put it in his hand, “sell it, it can get you a few galleons.”

“I’ll never forget this, miss I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.

Y/N finally hears the distant yell of her mother, “i have to go.”

She walked off and the little redhead boy knew he would never see her again.

***ten years later***

An eighteen year old Y/N sat in a carriage with her cousin Sirius Black and the boy Harry Potter as the view of the Lestrange manor became smaller with each turn of the wheel.  

Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange had died of an illness that went undetected until it was too late.

Y/N sat silently in the seat of the carriage, her parents weren’t the most loving. She was mostly raised by a nanny, rather than being educated she was encouraged to do more ladylike activities like needle point and music. But they were her parents, her  blood.

Her aunt Andromeda had married poor and was disowned so she could not live with her, her aunt Narcissa’s husband was much too busy a man for another child to be around.

Her cousin Sirius said he had more than enough room for her to stay, with a cousin she didn’t know hours away from her childhood.

Sirius had fallen asleep an hour into the ride, Harry Potter finally spoke. “Miss Lestrange, I know it isn’t much but I do understand. Living with Sirius is an interesting time yes but I do hope we can be friends.”

“That would be nice and given the circumstances of our situation why don’t you call me Y/N” she tried her best to smile.

“Only if you agree to calling me Harry.” he smiled.

The two sat for the other hour of the trip with polite conversation between the two of them.

When the carriage came to a halt the redhead man came down to open the doors, Sirius laughed. “We aren’t normally so formal but we are trying to make a good impression here.”

Sirius waved his hand in the direction of the tall stocky man with his red hair tied lowly behind him. “This is Charlie Weasley, he is our driver, when he is not doing that he can be found in the farm.”

“Goodday, miss Lestrange it is exciting to meet you,” he helped her out by hand.

“That is very kind of you to say.” she smiled as she walked off with her cousin.

Sirius opened the door to Grimwald manner and yelled out, “Ginniveria!”

A thin girl in a simple dress that went to her calf walked in. she looked to be around your age which excited you. “yes Sirius, and you know it's Ginny.”

Y/N was startled at the lack of formality, but eased as Sirius laughed and apologized. “This is Ginny Weasley, she does a lot of the house keeping, she will be showing you around.”

Sirius dismissed himself as Harry said he must be off to study, nodding shyly to Ginny.

“Well miss Lestrange, I can show you around, your room is prepared, but the boys will be bringing your stuff up so we can see the grounds.”

Y/N followed the excited girl as she spewed facts about what was in the house and her family. She learned that all the weasleys but two worked in the house, her mother was the cook, her father repaired around the house with the youngest of her  brothers, two of them worked the stables and Charlie took care of the farm animals.

To Y/N it seemed like a lot of people doing so many things.

When they reached the stables Ginny called out for her brothers, “Fredrick, George!”

That's when all of a sudden a young man with bright red hair appeared behind them spooking his sister and Y/N in the process. Ginny hit him with her arm, “fredric you absolute pr-”

“No no sister,” he tisked at her, “we have to make a good first impression don't we?”

He gave her a wink she scoffed, “cause you're doing so well aren't you?”

“Feisty, ain't she?” she took her hand bringing it to his lips eyes locking with hers. “Frederick weasley Miss Lestrange, Happy to meet you.”

“Well Frederick. I do enjoy horses and think you will be seeing me quite a bit.”

“I'll look forward to it,” something in his hazel eyes was awfully familiar though she couldn’t quitte place why.  Ginny grabbed her wrist pulling her back to the house.

Ginny led Y/N to her room, multiple trunks containing her entire life were there. “Could you help me unpack?”

“Yes miss,” she smiled, opening one of them expertly making her way around the room. “You know other than my mother who hardly counts, I’m never around other girls. I do hope we can be friends.”

The thought of making friends with a girl who worked for her would have scandalized Y/N’s mother. But she had never had any friends her own age other than her cousin, “I think I’d like that, call me Y/N please.”

Ginny smiled and continued helping her unpack, Y/N looked around the room, some one had put flowers on the dresser that she recognized from the field outside. Y/N smiled knowing Ginny placed them there.

“I should go help Mum set up for supper, I’ll come get you beforehand.” Ginny walked out closing the door, it was funny she had only just arrived today and they treated her so warmly.

Y/N moved to the chest that she knew carried her more casual dresses moving to take off her heavily layered dress.

That in itself took a good amount of time, after redressing she moved to the vanity beginning to take out the intricate pins and overly done curls, running a brush through them. Struggling to put it up.

With a knock at the door Ginny entered the room. “Do you want some help?”

Y/N nodded letting Ginny take the brush before putting delicate braids on either side of her hair tying it back with a grey ribbon.

They walked together to the dining room. Y/N was surprised to see the large family of redheads also sitting at the large dining table. She knew her parents would hate it, she smiled to herself. Her cousin was so kind to the people who work for them she almost wondered why.

But she sat happily joining them for supper.

* * *

Waking up in a room that wasn’t her own was a strange feeling, Ginny opened the room's curtains before getting a simple shirt and long skirt for her to wear.

“You’ll be joining Harry in his studies today,” she made the bed as Y/N got out of it. “Your afternoon is free.”

“But i-”

“Hurry now, breakfast will be finished in a minute.” Ginny helped her get into her skirts, getting as Y/N buttoned up her shirt to the neck. Putting her hair back into a subtle half up style.

The two girls went down the stairs chatting. Like the night before the Weasley family was at the breakfast table.

Harry and the youngest Weasley boy were having a conversation, the twins, Frederick and George, recalled laughing at the expense of Charlie Who seemed annoyed. While Molly, Sirius and Aurther had a quiet conversation. Ginny sat next to one of the twins leaving an open space on the edge of the table. Y/N sat eating her breakfast quietly just observing the odd way everyone interacted.

“Miss Lestrange, how did you settle in on your first night?” one of the twins turned his attention to her. Taking a sip of her tea noticing the sudden silence.

“My first night was well,” she smiled at him sweatley. “You all have been very inviting, I’m grateful for that.”

“And your room?” Sirius smiled at her.

“It’s lovely, Ginny has lovely taste.” she laughed, winking at the redhead girl.

There was a knock at the door. Ginny excused herself to answer the door.  Behind ginny a tall man with dusty hair and a scared face walked in.

The adults greeted him with a warm ‘remus’ but the weasley kids and Harry called out ‘mr.Lupin.’

He smiled at everyone greeting them by name, “you must be miss Lestrange, i'm the tutor you will be working with.”

You hesitated before thinking better of telling everyone one about your education status.

When the Weasleys began to excuse themselves you spoke up, “cousin, may I have a word?”

“Of course Y/N what seems to be the problem,” sirius looked concerned as he set his tea down.

“Well, you see my mother was a bit old fashioned when it came to where a woman should stand in society,” you started as Sirius nodded. “They did not let my nanny educate me past basic reading, enough to write a simple letter even. I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to keep up with Harry.”

“Yes, I can see where that is a genuine concern,” he smiled warmly. “If you would like I could look to find you a different tutor willing to work at your speed. I would use Remus but Harry's studies take a lot of his time and he has other students.”

“That would be wonderful, cousin sirius,” you smiled sweetly to him.

“Y/N, given the fact we are family you could call me just Sirius.” you felt a wave of relief wash through you.

That's when Ginny ran back into the dining room, “Mum needs me to pick up more fruits from the store. May Charlie and I go?”

“Of course Ginny, Y/N why don’t you go see the town with Ginny,” you looked taken aback. To go into town unsupervised. “Charlie will be with the two of you.”

“We can go to mrs.Kranes,” Ginny turned her attention to Sirius. “Y/N doesn't really have any simple dresses.”

“That's great Ginny,” You watched as Sirius pulled out a key and unlocked a box. He pulled out a coin pouch handing it to you. “Enough for two dresses for you, and one for Ginny if she would like something.”

Ginny grabbed your hand pulling you outside to the farm, “Charles!”

The closer we got to the more we could hear the Squeal and heavy breathing of a pig, “what’s wrong Gin?”

“We have to go get things for mum from the town.” her voice flattered seeing charlie hold a small piglet. “Ask Fred, He shouldn’t be too busy and he knows how the carriage works.”

“All right charlie, tell us when the litter is born.” Ginny turned to the door leading you to the stables.

“Freddie!” you took note that Ginny really liked yelling when she called for her brothers. “Charlie said you were the driver while May was having her baby’s.”

Both twins walked out of stalls across from each other. “Okay, where are we going?”

“Nice try George,” Ginny smiled to the one on the right. “Fred get ready we'll be ready in an hour.”

Ginny once again pulled you back to the manor.