#and the other character just thinks the rival is hot and amusing

[venusiansim]

i hate when im planning a storyline and i suddenly change a character’s aspiration because of a trope that i would literally die for when that’s not what i was going for

[erosiism]

GENSHIN MEN AND…

prompt: HOW THEY WOULD REACT IF YOU SACRIFICED YOUR LIFE FOR THEM | part two

character(s): childe, ayato [part one is finished, it features diluc & zhongli]

warnings(s): angst ofc—mention of blood, my first post on tumblr so my writing style may be a little icky, inaccuracies since I haven’t looked up genshin lore for a hot minute 

note(s): male reader, second person, present tense, not beta read

AYATO

note(s); you are his fiance

Your marriage alliance is purely for business. Ayato knows that. He’s the head of the Yashiro Commission's Kamisato plan—he’s busy, for god’s sake. He doesn’t want to waste time or beat around the bush: if he is to marry you, the only son of the L/n clan, he will, but he doesn’t want you to expect any pleasantries. He will be cordial and polite enough, but he doesn’t have the time to butter you up. He will mind his own business, and so will you. He is not one for earthly desires. He cares far more for his clan’s prestige and for surviving to play the role of a husband.

“[Name], right?” He smiles at you. You smile back, your posture stiff and your smile fixed painfully on your face. “I’m sure we know what this marriage is intended for.”

Your skin feels tight. “I do.”

“You can go to Thoma should you have any inquiries. My sister will help you too should you need anything.”

You tilt your head. Your tone is straightforward and blunt. “And you?”

“I’ll be busy,” Ayato says politely.

“I understand.”

There: your first conversation had been completely unremarkable and bland. But Ayato had appreciated that you had been straight to the point. You had been completely no nonsense, and Ayato at least, did not feel annoyed. He has too many things on his plate to deal with trivial things like romance: too many rival clans are trying to assassinate him, too many people are trying to destroy his clan. He does his own things, you do too. Occasionally you two meet—it’s just one house, after all, and you two make polite conversation. You make for a rather amusing partner at times, you make him laugh, and with you he feels relaxed.

Sometimes he plays the tricks he plays on Thoma; but it’s almost impressive to see you stomach the strange food he feeds you. You tease him with a rather sweet straight face; in calm tones, you poke fun at him. Ayato forgets that the two of you are married, at times, but there are also the rare times that he’s almost pleased.

Months pass after your encounter. The two of you have lapsed into a routine. Ayato finds that there are times he almost looks forward to the occasions the two of you meet. He starts planning brief instances where he can see you: he starts to finish his work a little quicker so he’ll be able to see you. He lessens your workload so you won’t be tired. He buys trinkets that remind him of you. He starts to reach out to you a lot more. 

He notices you smiling more. You seem pleased, joyful, even at this. 

(“Gosh,” Ayaka tells him once, smiling sweetly. “You two do act like a married couple.”

Married. Ah. Right. Ayato has nearly forgotten.)

One day, as he’s out, he spots a gem the color of your eyes. He spends a decidedly long time looking at it, choosing it carefully, before he tucks it in your pocket. You deserve to have nice things, he thinks to himself. And so he will give it to you. His husband.

But when he returns home, he doesn’t expect to see the sight of you barely breathing, your breaths shuddering, your body limp. Thoma and Ayaka are not in sight. They must have gone out today. And you…

The gem clinks in his pocket as he runs towards you.

“[Name],” Ayato calls for your messily, the words falling over each other as they spill from his mouth, “[Name]!”

The last word is a yell. “[Name], please…who did this to you?”

“Those bastards,” you say weakly, “from…that…clan…they wanted information. They…”

“And you—”

“I didn’t give it to them, if that’s what you were worried about,” you manage to choke out. “I know how important it was to you.”

The information. Right. The scrolls. Right. Important? Perhaps months ago Ayato would have agreed. After all, that was months, almost a year of hard work. But looking at you now, Ayato begged to differ. Here you were, bleeding out, dying, because of him.

You sacrificed yourself. You sacrificed yourself for him.

“I know what this marriage was intended for,” you repeat the words he had told you when you two had first met. His husband. His beloved husband. His darling. “I’ve honored it.”

“No,” Ayato cradles you, feeling as if life escapes your body. Your body is turning cold. “No!”

It’s too late. The gem rolls out of his pocket, and Ayato despairs.

The gem is no longer the color of your beautiful eyes.

It’s bathed in red.

CHILDE

note(s); you are from fatui

There are countless deaths when it comes to Fatui. It has become disturbingly normal. And you are Tartaglia’s subordinate. The eleventh harbinger’s associate. You two hit it off, immediately: you are of similar age, and you have a little brother the same age as Teucer. Or: you had a little brother. He was torn away from you because of your poor living conditions in Snezhnaya. And that was what spurred you on to make a last ditch attempt to join the Fatui to find a purpose somehow; to riddle yourself with work so you cannot think of your brother’s death.

Childe has been nothing but sweet to you so far. You have been seeing two sides of him: the tender, gentle side to him when he talks about Teucer, when he speaks of the little letters he gets from his siblings, or on the occasions he speaks to you. And the other is more wild; more bloodthirsty—and in those instances, you can see the marks that the Abyss has left on him. That uncontrollable urge to ravage everything in sight; to leave it broken and damaged.

Today is no different. The two of you tread the snow as you walk up the mountains. Childe is laughing as he is telling you stories. You listen to him like you always do. Neither of you spot the Ruin Guards. Not even three—by some wretched curse, there are five of them, lumbering behind. And by the time their shadows loom before the two of you, it’s too late.

Childe flinches; you reach out to him in desperation before you see him shift into his Foul Legacy form. 

What rotten luck, you curse to yourself, adrenaline starting to fill in. What kind of stupid thing have we walked into?

You have seen him use it a few times—once against three Ruin Guards. He defeated them without much difficulty—but you had seen the after effects. You had seen the way he had panted for his breath; the way his face had turned pale, the way he had quivered and had grasped onto you and the Traveler for help.

He does the same. There’s still two remaining, and Childe’s still standing. But you see him clutching his head. You think of Teucer. Childe has a family to return to. You have no one. In a way, this action would be the most logical. The most understanding. It will be a sacrifice for Childe and his brother. You know the pain of losing a brother—you don’t want Teucer to go through that again.

“I think I can handle them,” you tell Childe quietly. You don’t have a vision, but you have a delusion you have yet to use. “Go. Rest.”

“[Name],” Childe warns.

“Teucer.” Is the only word you say.

Childe’s eyes widen. He bites his lip. He sees your point—you knew he would. 

“I’ll come back alive,” you promise.

“[Name],” he tries again.

“See you later.” It’s a clear dismissal. 

You push him a little to the side; Childe stumbles away. Then you quickly unleash the delusion you have kept and unsheathe your sword. Childe was the one that taught you how to use a sword—and now you recall his advice as you step to the side. The delusion has potentially lethal consequences. You know that. It’s your first time using it. You know that too. The energy thrums in your fingertips as you start to battle—the crimson lashes out between your teeth and blows start to rain on you.

You think of your brother. It was your lack of strength that caused his death—you can still remember his shouts, his screams—and even now they haunt you. You don’t waver, but your stance and your attacks become sloppy. Useless, you think harshly, useless! I can’t even—

The delusion unleashes more power in your desperation. The ruin guards start to sway and fall. You continue, but now blood is bursting from every crevice, every corner: wounds open, flesh tears away, and your mouth overflows with blood. The ventricles of your heart seem to be pulsing dangerously—the delusion is ripping away your mortality in return for its power. You continue. Your eyes start to tear—

Thuds tell you of the defeat of the guards. You slump in relief. Your feet carried you to Childe, who has collapsed on the ground.

“Childe,” you call weakly. “I…”

The words don’t leave your throat. Your broken stance is not the one that jolts him from his consciousness, but it is the splutter of blood and the horrid gargle your throat make when you start to retch out blood that horrifies him.

“[Name]!” He yells, “[Name]!”

“Let me close my eyes,” you plead. “I’m so tired.”

“No. Let’s—let’s get you to—”

“Please,” you start to beg him. “I think…”

Childe knows better. You will die if you close your eyes. He has to get you help—he can’t let you die. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

He has loved you. He loves you. He adores you.

“You promised me,” Childe starts to whisper brokenly, “you promised me, [Name]. You said you'd come back alive. You said you will…”

The promise is shattered when your head slips from his grasp.

Your first and last promise to him, broken.

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[lesmiix]

fic where hyunju is an actress and her and fem!reader are watching a movie/series she stars in? any genre is okay but my faves are romcom and horrorrr

ONE-SHOT: Script kiss.

Cho Hyun-ju x fem!reader.

Summary: Hyun-ju and you are watching a movie where she plays a kiss scene 🤭 Warnings: None. a/n: Thx so much 4 the request!!!

🤎HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED!🤎

You plop down onto the couch, a bowl of popcorn cradled in your arms like it’s your firstborn, eyes glued to the screen as Netflix loads. Hyunju’s already curled up at the other end, hoodie on, hood up, looking like she’s hiding from the world. Or from herself. Or from the scene about to play in approximately... now.

"There it is!" You squeal, pointing dramatically at the screen. "That’s your entrance!"

"Oh god..." Hyunju mutters, yanking the hoodie further over her face. "Why do you like watching this one so much?"

You grin. "Because you’re hot in it. And also! The part where you trip over the café chair and try to make it look graceful is peak comedy. Oscar-worthy."

"It was method acting!" She protests, peeking out. "The character was flustered and in love!"

"So basically you were just playing yourself when we met?"

Hyunju snorts. "Excuse you, I was way smoother."

"Mhm..." You hum, throwing a piece of popcorn at her. She catches it in her mouth and smirks, cocky for all of three seconds, until her on-screen self suddenly kisses her co-star in a dramatic rain scene.

You pause the movie. Turn slowly to her."

"That kiss."

"Oh no."

"The one you said was ‘just technique'."

"It was technique!" She insists, flailing. "It was all angles and timing and fake rain! Very unsexy! You should’ve seen how cold I was, my nose was running-"

"Sure sure." you cut her off, amused. "You just happened to grab her face like your life depended on it?"

"IT WAS IN THE SCRIPT!"

You cackle as she buries her face in a throw pillow, screaming into the void. Eventually, you press play again and scoot over to rest your head on her shoulder.

"Y’know" You murmur. "If this whole acting thing doesn’t work out, you’d make a great professional kisser."

She side-eyes you. "I don’t think that’s a real job."

"Could be. I’d hire you. And I'm pretty sure I kiss way better than that girl."

Hyunju blushes, the pink in her cheeks rivaling the neon movie lighting flickering across her face.

"Shut up." She mumbles, grinning.

You kiss her lips. "Make me, movie star."

[fluff-writing]

How did the three prime evils felt about the existence of Kurva and Tsenkher?? what was their dynamic :o? Have they once worked together or just fought for who will rule hells??

Also abt Oplutum and Uraleon, how did the archangels felt about them? What was the dynamic, cuz is very interesting to have two more archangels who are just opposites (Death and Creation) so i wonder,,,,,,,,,, -sits and sips tea-

Ohoho.

So. When it comes to Kurva, Mephisto hates him just about as much as he hates Inarius. All he can see when he looks at that little shit is the angel's smug mug staring back at him. It is on-sight if they encounter one another in the wild, and he definitely broke a few mirrors back when Kurves was still forming back in Inarius's cell. Tsenkher he's a little less caustic about, appreciating the other demon's mind and plotting, but also clocks him as the actual threat between the two. (He's wrong there. Gotta watch out for both demons, and while Tens is smarter, Kurves is far more unpredictable.)

Now, Diablo on the other hand...lets just say, can appreciate a good pair of hips. The first time he encountered the brothers he was amused to be dealing with another upstart Lord's attempt at a power-play, and rather easily dealt with their scheming. Up until he was locked in an arena with a very pretty, very friendly incubus. Diablo is not immune to pretty, who knew.

Baal just thinks these two are hilarious. Not a threat to the three, no, but fun all the same. He likes to wind Tsenkher up with the fact that he'll never be a Prime, and never taste Baal's raw strength for himself. He also taunts his little brother with the fact the he and Kurva are not only on a first-name basis, but maybe quite possibly the demon equivalent of friends. What can he say, they bond over having shitty older brothers.

The Primes have never truly worked with the Brothers in any meaningful fashion, and its not likely that they would. Despite Kurva being on decent terms with two outta the three, they are rival powers, and short of consolidating their power or someone submitting to the other, they simply wouldn't be able to work together long enough to actually get anything done. It's the same issues the Primes have with the Lessers; no real trust, plenty of reason to backstab one another, so on and so forth.

Oplutum and Uraleon are a little trickier to answer, since I tossed out their old concepts a while ago. (most of Fluffy lore is now defunct.) They're not Archangels any more, and don't serve on the Council. Oplutum doesn't actually have lore at the moment, and doesn't really exist as a character.

I suppose they would've gotten along as well as any other councilors at the time though. I did like the idea of the Angiris Council not necessarily being a force for good, but something more neutral. Forces of nature almost. The Order to Hell's Chaos.

As of Cantankerous lore, Uraleon exists as the head Architect of Heaven, serving under Malthael. They are best known for spearheading the design and creation of the Silver Spire itself to protect their precious Crystal Arch, and rest of the Silver City after. She also mentored Nepherah when the smith was fresh from the Arch.

Uri still has the hots for Endarius btw, they just aren't responsible for Inarius or Tyrael any more.

[shayminskyforce]

Red General Head Canons:

(A/N: Felt like posting more of my pokemon head canons. So here's mine of the OG character ^^)

Red is a male with he/him pronouns. I also head canon him as Bisexual. Is 18 by Sun and Moon.

Is practically immune to temperature. Whether it be the cold of Mt. Silver, or the hot summers of Alola. His pokemon are immune to the cold as well (well, Lapras is obviously immune).

Pikachu is always by his side. Rarely ever is it in its pokeball.

Is selectively mute. Prefers to only speak if it's absolutely necessary! Only his mom, Green, and his pokemon have heard his voice. His voice is quiet and soft spoken.

Dislikes crowded places and prefers quiet areas. Mostly because of fans and paparazzi.

Loves his pokemon with all his heart! Will 100% spoil them at a given opportunity.

He finds no need to speak when in battle. His pokemon just know what he plans. All through their strong bond.

Has a bit of a poker face, can be a bit hard to read. Though you can tell what he's feeling through subtle gestures. Like a faint smile when he's happy/excited. Or when he pulls his cap over his eyes, meaning he's scared.

Is autistic and is bad at trying to communicate. He'll try to make gestures about what he wants to say. But if they don't understand, he gives up and writes it on a piece of paper.

Carries a notebook and pencil to help with communication.

His friend group is pretty small. Only including Green, Leaf, Gold, Lance, and Lyra. But he's the closest to Green.

Has only left Mt. Silver for his birthday, his mom's birthday, Mother's day, Christmas, and Green's birthday.

Loves his mom very much. Will spend the day with her doing what she wanted to make up for the time he was away.

He misses exploring so was actually really excited when he and Green were invited to Alola.

Afterwards, will probably ask Green to take him to other regions. Even begged him if he had to. It was like he was ten years old again. Excited to see the world.

Gets along with the other members at the Battle Tree. Admires Cynthia's strength, and feels a brotherly bond with Wally (will 100% buy him some candy if he's upset). Is also curious about Elio and Selene. Especially since they tend to zone out a lot.

Thinks that Alolan Raichu is adorable and would love to hug one.

Having isolated himself from the world for 8 years, he is baffled and amazed by Mega Evolution and Z-Moves.

If he ever visited Galar, would 100% have a Gigantamax Pikachu.

He would also love how sparkly his pokemon will be when Terastallized, if he visits Paldea. His favorite would probably be the Tera Ice or Fairy crystals.

Would battle Green with these new ways of battling for both a challenge and fun. He would prefer normal battles over all, but Terastal would be a close second.

His Pikachu sees Green's Eevee as its rival. They would constantly try to outdo each other much to the amusement of their trainers.

Loves to sleep alongside his pokemon. Especially with his Charizard, Snorlax, and Pikachu.

Has thoroughly come up with proper care plans for each of his pokemon. What their preferred tastes are, how to massage them, and proper cleaning and grooming

Really loves it when it snows or rains. Finds it very relaxing.

He also really loves hats. Definitely doesn't have 30 of them.

Likes sour and spicy foods.

(A/N: Hope you liked my head canons for Red. I also have romantic head canons for him if you want to see that. Also feel free to request other pokemon characters if you wish ^^)

[super-unpredictable98]

Much Ado About Nothing (OC X Canon Week 2025)

Cowritten with @mrprettywhenhecries for @theocxcanonweek

Word count: 1,3k | Prompt: Jealous much? | Pairing: Roberto Sobal x Lydia Bellamy

Warning: none

A/n: Beto is a character I've been very into and my partner in crime indulges me like I do for them lol. If anyone is wondering, Roberto Sobral is a protagonist from the Brazilian telenovela Garota do Momento (which apparently it's called She's The One in English). Hope you all fall in love with him a little bit hehe

[Masterlist]

Tony Curtis had just been in Some Like it Hot, he was on top of the world and now he was invited to be Benedick in a new production of Much Ado About Nothing at the Apollo Victoria Theater in London.  

His Beatrice is a promising young actress who just graduated from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, Lydia Bellamy, who chose to keep that stage name despite getting married a couple of months before to Roberto Sobral.  

"Will you pick me up after rehearsals today?" She asked, finishing her tea in the morning.

“Of course,” Beto exclaimed, pausing to press a kiss to her temple as he passed, putting his coffee cup in the sink, the morning newspaper tucked under his arm.

"You haven't been teased for being married to an actress have you?" Lydia asked, a little upset by that thought. "People think that's not a job for family women, but you know that's not true."

"Of course I know that's not true," he said with a frown, setting down his paper and gently rubbing Lydia's arms. "You know I'll always support your dreams and I couldn't be prouder of you," he insisted.

"Thank you, honey," she smiled, giving him a little bag with his lunch. "I packed last night's roast with potatoes for you. I hope you have a good day at work."

"Thank you doll, you're the best," he exclaimed, peeking into the bag before rolling it back up. "Break a leg at rehearsal, babe. I'll see you tonight," he added, catching her round the middle to steal a kiss.

"Thanks, Beto, see you later," Lydia waved as he left.  

She washed the dishes and got her own lunch before leaving to rehearse at the Apollo Victoria for the first time, since they had been using a drama school studio until that moment.

Later that afternoon, Beto leaned back in his chair, raising his arms above his head to stretch. Glancing up at his watch, he gave a start.

"Oh damn, I gotta go pick up Lyds," he grunted, pulling his finished article from the typewriter to deposit on his boss's desk and grabbing his camera bag.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," he called to his coworkers, waving away their teasing comments about his actress wife, barely listening as he hurried for the door.

When he arrived at the theatre, he slipped inside and nodded to the security guard before heading to the auditorium, hoping to catch the tail end of Lydia's rehearsal.

His wife was still performing the dance number to the sound of Sigh No More with the other actors. She didn't even notice when Beto arrived. When the song ended, Tony kissed her, which was on the script... what wasn't on the script was his tongue in her mouth, so she pushed him off.  

"Hey! No! If you ever put that tongue in my mouth again, I'll bite it."

Beto was about to take a seat in the front row when he saw his wife push Tony off her and a wave of jealous anger crashed over him. Before he realized it, he was climbing the steps to the stage two at a time, his face a thunderhead.

"Hey! You! Yeah, you!" he called, striding toward the actor, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he stepped in front of Lydia to face the other man. "You touch my wife like that again and I'll--I'll--" Too enraged to even finish his thought he pushed his rival back.

"It's okay, Beto, calm down..." she put a hand on her husband's chest, worried about what he was capable of doing, but Tony seemed to think everything was pretty amusing.  

"Come on, man... I can't believe you're getting this worked up because of a stage kiss. You do know we'll have to do this every night, right?" He chuckled. "And twice on weekends."

If possible, Beto's face reddened even further, his brown eyes flashing. "Don't play coy," he huffed, standing his ground. "That was more than just a stage kiss and you know it!"

"Your loss, babe, girls would kill for that," he winked.

"You can't be this insecure and married to an actress," Tony scoffed.

"Shut your mouth!" Lydia scolded. "You put your tongue in my mouth and I don't like it!"  

"You violate my wife again and I won't hold back," Beto threatened, squaring his broad shoulders and stepping up to the other man, using the few inches he had on him to glare down at him.

"You can't touch me, big boy," Tony poked his shoulder.  

"Leave him be, don't buy into his taunting," Lydia whispered to her husband. "Let's just go home, alright? Take a deep breath, it's okay."

For a long moment, Beto didn't move, his nostrils flaring as he breathed through his nose. Gritting his teeth, he stared the actor down a second longer before finally taking a step back and letting Lydia pull him away.

"Hey, I'm sorry you had to see that," she murmured as they went back to her dressing room to get her bag. "But don't mind him..."

"How can I not mind that?" Beto demanded, throwing his hands up and pacing the length of her tiny dressing room. "I can understand needing to kiss another man for a scene, but that--that was more than just an innocent stage kiss!" He exclaimed.

"I know, I know... but you saw it, I pushed him off, I didn't want any of that. I only like you, my dear," Lydia smiled softly caressing his blonde hair and his freckled cheek.

He softened slightly, leaning into her touch. "I know--I just--it made my blood boil knowing he thought he could get away with that," he said, his brows furrowing.

"Jealous much?" She chuckled. "I know, my blondie is a feisty one. I think that's very attractive, but I don't want you getting into a fight."

Beto's lips pressed into a line, but he didn't argue. "Well, if he pulls another stunt like that, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself," he huffed.

"I know, but it'll be okay. I'm sure he won't, you are a pretty big guy, nobody would want to get in a fight with you. I think he got the message."

"Yeah, he better remember that, because if you tell me he tries to take advantage of you again, I don't know what I'll do," he grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"The producers wanted me to pretend that I have a real life relationship with him, I shut that down really fast," Lydia chuckled, sitting by his side on the couch.

“They what—?” Beto exclaimed, gaping at her. “Jesus—“ he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I told everyone I'm married, I even told the press. They can't make that work even if they wanted to," Lydia leaned against him.

The tall blonde wrapped his arm around her, tucking her head under his chin. “I love you, Lyds. So much.”

"I love you too," she closed her eyes, just inhaling his comforting scent. "You don't ever need to worry, but I do appreciate you defending me."

“I’ll always defend you, I’m your husband,” Beto murmured, rubbing her back. “Why don’t we get home and put all this behind us?”

"Yeah, that sounds good. I can't wait to have you all to myself," Lydia kissed her husband lovingly.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” he drawled, his lips curving.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Regarding your last post, i would honestly love to see a jealous jade >:'DD

Jade doesn't seem like the type to get jealous easily and can keep himself usually in control.

So, like, imagine Jade heard/saw Miss Raven giving Rollo a Tour (because her generous uncle asked her to do so). Jade would probably find the situation amusing at first and would probably if he had the chance to tease miss raven about it, before he noticed how much time the two would have to spend together (again, explaining/giving a tour takes time). He would act as if he isn’t jealous. Jade would greatly maintain his facade with a smile. Jade would be seething on the inside while glaring holes at Rollo while quietly following them and just happen to stumble upon them wherever they went (What a coincidence!)

Or he would grab Miss Raven (just like in the fanart) and pull her close to him while he would scoff and mock Rollo under his breath. Imagine Rollo and Jade glaring at each other while Miss Raven is in between them.

Once alone, Jade would probably use his crocodile tears, sigh dramatically, or fake a pitiful expression trying to Guilt trip or make Miss Raven feel bad. Saying stuff like how's she's "cheating" on him. 😔

Rest assured, Jade wouldn’t let this incident pass by just like that. Now that he has a "love rival" (besides Rook), he has to step up his advances towards Miss Raven. After all, he can't just let his precious "Prey" escape from his grasp. How amusing Fu fu fu fu.

What do you think...? 👀

[Referencing this post!; the “giving Rollo a tour” premise comes from this fic!]

Actually, I have to confess that Rollo has basically replaced Rook in my “top 3 TWST characters” list… OTL Superior fictional French man/j 😔 L*ona is in that top 3 ranking too—

EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT JEALOUS JADE 💀 I think about what he said he’d do to anyone that betrays him (in book 4)… ngl hot I’m sure he’s patient and meticulous about plotting his revenge though it’s one of his many charm points💕

I’m going to go a little ham with the rot prompt so @w@ I’ll slap it under a cut—

J word just doing his thing, passing as a Normal Student on campus when suddenly he spots his usual target for bullying teasing walking around with a stranger (he knows all the NRC students’ information by heart :)) as part of his information broker duties in Octavinelle). Ah, this must be the representative from NBC—the headmaster was in a tizzy about finding a tour guide for him, according to Azul upon his return from last week’s dorm leader meeting. The poor sap assigned the task? Miss Raven. He chuckles to himself, wondering how she’s faring with it. Should he mess with her? He should, shouldn’t he?

So Jade goes over to introduce himself, shakes Rollo’s hand and everything. He immediately notices him going for the handkerchief, how Rollo masks his expression with it—Jade already knows there’s more to him than meets the eye. He then goes to greet Raven, who is frozen in shock. “Erm… good to see you as well…” she says, trying to stay polite in front of their guest. (“You’re acquainted?” Rollo asks, to which she hurriedly replies he’s a waiter at Azul’s eatery.) Raven’s quick to guide him away, insisting that they’re on a tight schedule (they’re not), just to put distance between them and Jade. A shame he can’t fluster her more, but he’s patient—he can wait. Jade wishes them well and waves… but he doesn’t fail to notice Rollo passing him a stern look before leaving. The feeling the mututal, Jade doesn’t trust him one bit.

As Rollo is being led away, he addresses his tour guide. “That man’s smile was quite the fantastical ruse”. (“Oh, he’s always like that,” Raven says dismissively. “Don’t mind him.”) He scoffs, then asks, “… What is he to you?” to which Raven bashfully changes the subject. This only earns a suspicious glare from Rollo, but he doesn’t press further.

There’s something very offputting about Rollo, Jade just doesn’t know what it is yet. Jade’s a curious merman, so he sets to following the duo investigating for himself. The mild discomfort, unfortunately, only seems to grow the more and more he witnesses of Rollo and Raven. With Jade, she’s always so snippy and defensive—but with Rollo, she’s more encouraging and cheery. More forgiving. Then he catches her holding Rollo’s hand (albeit just to stare at his shiny ring). Sharing her favorite stories. Admiring the flowers. Having lunch. Feeding the birds and singing to them. Such raw, unguarded moments. She’s wary of showing that side of herself to Jade, yet to so easily share it with Rollo… He feels something dark and ugly twisting inside of him. Jealousy.

Jade makes it a point to be petty by “accidentally” interrupting their moments together. They’re just coincidences, he insists. Happenstance. Certainly not well-coordinated efforts to drive a wedge between them. (Jade literally stands between Rollo and Raven, making sure to include Rollo in the conversation so it’s not obvious what his intentions are—to monopolize her attention.) After the third encounter though, Rollo calls Jade out on his bullshit farce (“You honestly believe I would be convinced these encounters are mere coincidences? I am no fool. You’ve been following us around, haven’t you?”), which leads into Jade’s whole fake crying schtick (“I would never do such a heinous thing!! Shikushiku… Rollo-san does not trust me. Such a cruelty toward your peers.”)…

dbsvsjsc)cayDRSt/2egabwkeju788!j THEN MAYBE LIKE. Jade is especially dramatic (because he wants to piss Rollo off) and like lays his head on Raven’s shoulder or in the crook of her neck and pretend-sobs, asking Raven to please comfort him in his time of distress… and Rollo, being a prude, gets all mad about it????? Calling it indecent behavior and how dare he engage in public cuddling— (meanwhile Raven is short circuiting over here—) “J-J-Jade-senpai, p-please remove yourself from me! Y-You’re… you’re too close!! And too big! And heavy!!” she squeals, trying to shove him off (to no avail).

“Ah, it seems Miss Raven too has chosen to reject me,” Jade laments. “Whatever shall I do…? Perhaps I will die of a broken heart and dissipate into mere sea foam.” (“S-Stop being overdramatic! You’re fine…” Again, she tries to pull away, and shoots Rollo an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about this, I didn’t mean for…”) And there it is again—jealousy, now pulsating and hot. A hand shoots out, seizing Raven by the arm and pulling her close to him again. Jade drops the facade, holding her chin in one hand while he regards Rollo with a cold smile. Rollo meets him with a glare. “At last, you show your true colors.”

“Alas, you’ve yet to reveal your own to me.” Jade’s eyes are half-lidded, bemused. “You wear that mask of civility quite well—I cannot help but fret for the safety and wellbeing of my poor, sweet Miss Raven when she is left alone with you.” (Rollo’s eyes narrow at that. “You’re of no real importance to her,” he scoffs. “What a swelled ego you must have to elevate yourself to a higher pedestal. You ought to humble yourself.”)

Rollo steps forward, as if ready to retrieve his tour guide and to be on his merry way with her. Jade’s eyes flash dangerously—but he returns his attention to his captured prey, sharp teeth and warm breath at her ear as a whisper slinks out. “Please permit me to borrow your lips, Miss Raven.” (“H-Huh…? What are you say… NMMMMMMPHGH?!”) And suddenly 🤡 bro’s aggressively kissing her right in front of Rollo, who’s standing there utterly shocked and appalled. She gasps and tears away to catch her breath, to give Jade a piece of her mind for giving her a fright—but here he comes again 💀 this time lightly peppering her face with kisses, (murmuring sweet affirmations inbetween), just to reaaaaaally drive the message home to Rollo.

Speaking of Rollo, he points a shaky finger at Jade and starts firing off ALL the bad words in his lexicon (harlot, degenerate, pervert, freak…!!). Jade smirks, considering it a victory to both unnerve Rollo as well as making it clear what his relationship with “the tour guide” really is. Unfortunately for Jade, Raven’s annoyed with him, beating her small fists against his chest and pouting. He laughs and ruffles her hair fondly in spite of her protests. There’s her shyness, her cute vulnerable side. All for him, none for Rolloz

I’m not sure where it would go from here honestly 💦 but!! I do think that once Jade leaves the scene and Rollo and Raven have a moment with just the two of them, Rollo calms down from his outrage. “That odious man stole a kiss without obtaining proper consent. He has harmed you.” The disdain in his words is palpable. What follows, however, is more uncertain—Rollo’s not very good at being comforting. “… Are you alright?“ “Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she stammers, though she’s still embarrassed knowing that he had been a witness to Jade’s… possessiveness. Without realizing it, Raven’s fingers drift to her mouth, where the ghost of an eel’s lips linger. Rollo’s eyes follow, and they heat with an intense, unknown emotion.

“… Come here,” he orders. (Raven does.) Rollo wets his handkerchief using water drawn from the courtyard’s well, then sponges her face off with it. You’d think he’d aggressively scrub her down to be thorough and to fully expunge the merman cooties but no—he’s surprisingly gentle. “There. I’m afraid that is the best I can do for now. You should wash your face well tonight to ensure you are clean and free of… him.”

“Earlier, I asked what that man is to you. From your reaction, I had suspected him a beau—but no self-respecting person would act so shamelessly, nor disregard the wishes of their partner. Alas, that is how mages are: wicked and selfish to their very cores.” Rollo sighs as he wrings his handkerchief. “… If you ever find yourself becoming frustrated with his behavior, you need only seek my counsel. While it’s true that you live among mages, it’s clear that they’ve poisoned your mind. Perhaps it is possible to dispel that miasma and to guide you on a more righteous path. Renounce Night Raven College and its teachings. Revert to your natural state, free of magic. Come to me.”

(I’m delusional)

OH BUT AS SoON AS RORO’S OUT OF THE piCTURe (ie back at NBC) YOU BET YOUR ASS J WoRD’S COMINGBACK 😭 Crocodile tears out on full display to guilt trip and to milk Miss Raven for her pity… “Shikushiku… Miss Raven, I believe I’ve said that you’ve gone and broken my heart. What will you do to compensate me for it, hmm? I do believe I am owed at least one date—no, make that two. After all, you did cheat on me with Rollo-san.” (“It wasn’t a date…! I had no choice but to serve as his guide!! Besides, it’s not a crime to spend time with other people.”) They settle back into their usual pattern of bickering, but every so often Jade will catch her scribbling away on stationary (who is it addressed to?) which reinvigorates his suspicions. Well, he supposes that Rollo can’t become too intimate with her since he’s all the way in the City of Flowers. However, Jade will remain cautious now that he’s aware of Rollo’s presence.

NOT J WORD BEING CLINGY POSt-ROLLO VISIT… Not like, being whiny but more like stepping it up with acts of service (like offering to walk her to and from class, brewing her tea, etc) 🤢 Gotta ensnare her heart while Rollo isn’t physically around… Bro’s probably also going to be checking with the mailman ghost to see if Raven’s continuing letter correspondence with Rollo… He’s going to sabotage their communication—

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

Who are you?

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Genre : I'm not sure myself???

Tw : none

Pairing : Kei Kaname & Haruka Kiyomine x male reader (platonic)

Characters : you, Kei Kaname, Haruka Kiyomine

Story : !! Kei and Haruka is coming to your school?!?

The baseball field buzzed with energy, and your hands tingled around the grip of your bat. Today’s game was against Kei and Haru’s team, and even though they were the toughest rivals in the league, you couldn’t shake the thrill that came with facing them. Over the past few seasons, you’d gone head-to-head with them so many times that you’d lost count.

And even if you lost every time, you didn’t care. To you, Kei and Haruka weren’t just competitors—they were friends, the kind of friends who remembered your name, knew your quirks, and never minded your fanboying.

Leaning back on the bench, you let your mind drift to a memory from last season, right after your first big match together.

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It had been a hot day. Your team had just finished their game against Kei and Haruka, and though you’d lost, you were too pumped up to feel anything but pride. After all, you’d nearly caught up by the ninth inning, and you’d managed to score against Haru's infamous pitches.

As you sat on the grass catching your breath, Kei wandered over, arms crossed and that signature smirk on his face.

“Not bad,” he said, nudging you with the toe of his cleat. “Didn’t think you’d keep up like that.”

Grinning, you swatted at the air dismissively. “I know, right? I almost had you both there at the end!”

Kei rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he held out a hand, and you clasped it, letting him haul you to your feet.

“Hey, Kei-chan,” you said, only half-jokingly. “Next time, I’m taking you down for real.”

Kei blinked, clearly caught off-guard. “Kei-chan?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You know most people call me ‘Kei-kun.’”

You shrugged, giving him a lopsided grin. “Yeah, well, I’m not most people.”

Kei scoffed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Fine. Don’t come crying when I embarrass you next time, (Name)-chan.”

The two of you laughed, the rivalry somehow deepening into something comfortable, something that felt less like enemies and more like a team.

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The next season, things got even closer. By now, you and Kei had developed a routine. After every game, win or lose, you’d meet by the benches and recap the highlights, teasing each other over every slip-up and every lucky break.

One particularly tough match had ended with both of you gasping for air while getting off the field, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Kei shook his head, pretending to be disappointed.

“Seriously, (Name)-chan you’re still trying that same trick pitch against me?” Kei grinned, popping his knuckles. “When are you gonna learn that I’ve got you all figured out?”

You smirked, giving him a light shove on the shoulder. “I’ll keep trying it until I get it past you. Besides, you should be honored I save my best moves just for you.”

“Aw, is that so?” Kei’s voice dropped into a mockingly sentimental tone. “I’m touched. Really. Haru-chan, you hear that? Our rival’s got a crush on me.”

Haruka, who’d just walked up with a water bottle, rolled his eyes but smirked. “Right, because that would make *so much* sense. You realize he’s just going to make you look bad, right?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, probably. But he’ll remember me.”

Haruka chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Trust me, Kei already does.”

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One day, you decided to mess with Kei a little. You’d just wrapped up another practice game, and Kei was stretching his arms when you called out, “Oi, Kei-kun!”

Kei turned, a surprised look crossing his face as he blinked, like he’d missed something. “What... did I do something wrong?” he asked, a slight frown settling in as he looked you up and down.

You burst out laughing. “Nah, I just wanted to see how you’d react. You looked so lost for a second!”

Kei punched you in the arm lightly. “Jerk. Don’t do that again.”

You both laughed, and Haruka joined you, rolling her eyes. “You two are idiots, you know that?”

You all knew it was true, but that didn’t matter. The friendship you’d built from all those matches felt like something solid, something you could carry with you, no matter who won or lost.

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Back in the present, you snap out of your memories as you head for the bathroom before the game. The quiet there is a welcome break from the stadium noise, and you splash some water on your face, nerves settling as you lean over the sink.

The door opens, and Kei and Haruka walk in, chatting quietly between themselves. Kei is smiling, but it looks… off. The way he holds himself feels distant, as if there’s something strange in his familiar, easygoing demeanor.

Curious, you call out, “Kei-kun?” You aren’t sure why you choose that honorific—maybe you just want to see if Kei notices.

Kei turns around, a strange brightness in his eyes. “Oh! Hi! Didn’t think I’d see you here.” His voice is a little too cheerful, a hollow note in the tone that makes your stomach tighten.

It’s all wrong. The usual tone in his voice isn’t there, replaced by something weird, something that doesn’t feel like him at all.

Your hand tightens around your bat, an instinctive unease rising within you. “You… who the hell are you?” The words came out before you could stop yourself, your bat raised and pointed at him in an instinctive, defensive stance.

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Attractiveness

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

"Not to sound narcissistic, but I find other me quite...attractive. It's not just the looks, it's also his attitude and how he holds himself. It's enticing. And when his composure crumbles? I find it endearingly amusing. Also, he cleans up really well, I'll give him that."

Personality

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible

"Other me is...many things. Some good and some bad. The odd nature of our relationship doesn't help with the latter, I must say. We can get on each other's nerves and at times he is stubborn and frustrating. However, I admire his charisma and intelligence, and he can be a wonderful company. Also, he's bossy. And he thinks that he can use that on me, which is frankly hilarious."

Level of friendship

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend

"As undefined as our relationship is, I think I can safely say that we are friends. Good friends, even. After all, we can understand and relate to each other more than anyone ever could, for obvious reasons. After all, isn't mutual understanding the perfect foundation of a solid friendship?"

First impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

"I never made it a mystery that at first I was wary of him. He is me, after all. I would have been a fool not to be. And his know-it-all act got on my nerves, just as his unprompted flirting. Yet, I could already tell that we would get along, once found the right balance. And I was right, of course."

Current impression of them

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them

"As I said, we're good friends. He mostly earned my trust. And we make a good team. We help each other work towards our shared goals and also with managing our respective Citadels. I've never had a real partner. It's...refreshing. I'm certain that we'll achieve a lot, together."

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attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that (she just wouldn't use these words) / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

"Harry is attractive, it's not really something debatable," she mused, though yes, there was an amused smirk on her features. But her words were true. He was smart and quick witted. He cared. And he had good looks. So all in all? That added up to some highly attractive qualities. And really, had she not yet made it clear she was attracted to him. She'd have to try harder.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

"I enjoy his company. I think he has things he's passionate about and whilst I can't say I understand everything, I could listen to him all day," she remarked, quite certain of her words. "He's determined. I think maybe... maybe he can get focused too much on work. He can get stuck on something. But I don't think it's always a bad thing. He just strives to do more. I like him. I think he's smart and kind, I enjoy speaking with him and being around him."

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that (not really the words she'd use)/ hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

"I wouldn't say no. I mean, absolutely." She wasn't going to lie about this. She thought him attractive. She trusted him. She enjoyed his company and they had fun together. Wanda wanted what (who) she wanted, and that was Harry. Why not have more fun together?

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

"Absolutely we're friends," she remarked with amusement. There was PROBABLY a better term, right? All the same... "Of course we are. I enjoy being around him. I like talking to him, and I like listening to him talk. I feel there's so much more I could know about him but it's nice to go at our own pace and learn as we go along, I think."

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

"Well, I'd more heard of Oscorp than him. I suppose he gets that a lot. There's a fair bit of reputation there - but not actually something I kept up to date with. More I'd hear bits and pieces now and then." She knew a lot of people judged her on her Scarlet Witch exploits, and people had to judge him based on work and professional reputation. That could sometimes say a lot, but not everything. "I suppose there was a curiosity when I first actually met him. I thought we got along well, honestly."

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

"I think he's amazing. I genuinely enjoy his company. I think he's intelligent and bright. He can make me laugh, and relax around him - which not everyone can do. I like the feeling of being comfortable with him. And I trust him. I'm happy to tell him things, and I know he's listening. Maybe he doesn't understand everything I go through, like I don't understand everything in his life. But we try. And I guess there's a lot I don't know. I don't mind him being secretive about work... I can't tell him everything either. But sometimes-- I don't know. I like him. A LOT." And would happily tell anyone that, though perhaps he didn't need that sort of gossip going around.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

pretty please

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summary : over the past few weeks, you're stressed out so bad but when you're with Eddie, you've been thinking a lot of wild thoughts, you want him to ease your mind

word count : not too long and not too short hehe just right

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM! reader, language, unprotected sex (you do better wrap it up okay?), manhandling, I added a character named Marian who is a bitch but her and reader became allies at the end, Eddie is (24), reader is (23)

what to expect : smut (at the end hehe) and fluff 🤭

note to reader : it's my first time to write something ✨spicy✨ but I hope I did good writing it :))

author note : it would be nice to listen to the song first hahaha this is where the idea comes from 👇🏻

This past few weeks makes you feel nauseated

You have bad days before but not like this, this one is the most infuriating and it upsets you a lot

You don't know why, you can't understand why is this happening to you

on the way for work, you spilled your morning coffee over your white blouse

"Ah- shit!" you shake your hand off at the hot liquid almost burning off your skin as you run back at the house to clean yourself up and change your top

And your boss is returning your fashion sketches as she says "it looks like the ones that we already did before, try something new and different"

You restrain annoying groan because you worked all up day and night for all those potraits that she needed to see for the next fashion show this coming weekend

You don't have any ideas in the moment and that irritates you so bad because you're never like this before, you always have visions just sitting there waiting for it to come alive

Is it because of the stress? Are you working too hard? maybe.... you need a break for a while

You just sigh and lean back at your chair and throw the papers at your desk

Marian, your rival at work, you can feel her eyes on you

and you glance at her flashing a fake smile and roll your eyes at her.....

She's enjoying this so much, she hates you since the day when the boss always asking you for ideas

Marian isn't bad at all, her sketches are great, she has the talent, only if she wasn't so bitchy, you could be friends

"Rough day, huh?" She says as she leans down on the top of your desk grinning the way you looked so fucked up

"Oh- fuck off, Marian- leave me alone" you hiss at her

She hates the way you're so perfect at everything you do, the first year of you working she thought you will probably messed up at the fashion world because it's no joke but you're so experienced and you're so natural with it- she envies you and you even got promoted at work because of the designs that you worked on have been always out of stock ever since the fashion show people we're raving about the clothes that is coming from you

And your boss, is always crediting and thanking you and it warms your heart, you're grateful that you have a very genuine boss who is not afraid to uplift others working for her despite she's the owner of the fashion brand....

she also have this bitterness towards of you being the girlfriend of Eddie Munson

Corroded Coffin, one of the biggest and famous rockbands in Hawkins Indiana

It amuses you everytime when your co-worker friends talks about whenever you're with Eddie

Marian is giving glares at you like it's illegal for you to date Eddie

He is a gentleman, respectful, caring and the man you always wanted and dreamed of, he is so perfect just like you

She's jealous, it's obvious, yeah, you can't stand her but sometimes you feel bad for her

"Seems like our favorite and wonderful savior of this fashion company is running out of ideas" she smirks

You glare at her "I wish your desk is place on the far side of the room so I won't get to see your bitchy face and your bitch voice!" you huffed and cross your arms

"The feeling is mutual- I didn't asked to sit right next to y- you whore" Marion rolls her eyes as she plops back to her chair

"Whore? really?" you lean back against your chair

"Uh huh, yes you are!"

Your face crumpled up in confusion and you can see in her eyes that are now flaring with annoyance because you don't care about her remarks and she despises the way you can't seem to get under your skin

you don't really care about it and that angers her

You can't contain your laughter so you bursted it out in front of her

She presses her lips and shakes her head at you

You know exactly why she's doing this to you- she's just projecting her own insecurities to you that's why you don't really mind it

"Just because I'm dating a metalhead doesn't mean that I am a whore, Marian" you scoff and laugh incredulously

You pushed yourself back to your desk and proceed for the boss has asked you to do

You're with Eddie since you we're teenagers, you met him during your highschools days

He is being held back from his school year the first time you've met him but ever since you came into his life, he changed for you and it really inspires him to be better and he did and you're so proud of him

Wayne loved you so much, he is so happy with his nephew and for you too

Marian is eyeing on your ringed finger

"So you're going to marry him?"

You stopped at what you're doing and look over your ringed finger, a smile grows on your lips

"Yeah? why?"

"Y'all probably going to end up in divorce after-

"You know what- let's just work, okay?" You cut her off before she can finish her sentence

yeah, no wonder why you're so frazzled up this past few weeks

It's because of the Engagement Party

Maybe, you're anxious or this is just overwhelming and mixed emotions at the same time

It's been 3 in a half hours since you're tapping your pencil on the desk with your hand resting on the bottom of your chin

You're squinting at the paper in front of you- deciding if you can do something about it but nothing, literally nothing else come to mind

you push yourself backwards and looked over at Marian's desk

She's having her lunch right now and you looked over the sketches that are scattered on her desk

You got used that Marian isn't really organized at her stuff but she does the job

You picked it up and you admire her work and a lightbulb comes to your head

This is what the boss wants, so you give it to her, and she did liked it, now problem solved

You still give the fashion sketches that your boss told you to do it again but this time it's much more adequate than the first submission, it's unique

Marian on her way towards her desk while still drinking her last ounce of her coffee

She's been fumbling around her desk looking for her sketch that she did

While you're fixing your things on the way home you pushed back your chair and you say

"Go, see the boss" you say while you swing your bag over your shoulder

"What?" she responds not looking at you, she opened every drawer- it's not in there

"I said, go see the boss"

"Why?"

"Just go, you're going to love it" you grinned

Marian draw her brows together in confusion but she follows you anyways giving you a last look and you gave her a thumbs up

You leaned over the doorframe and the boss praises Marian sketches as she announced it would be her designs that will be shown this weekend

Marian eyes goes wide as she looks back at you

"I told you so, see you tomorrow!" You waved bye at the boss

"Wait!"

You turned around "What's up?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Give her my sketches?"

"It's because I loved it and I figured out it maybe the boss will like it and she did, right? aren't you excited?"

"I-I don't understand"

You chuckled "I can't wait to see your designs at the fashion show!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Marian, I'm not here for competition alright? I know we don't get along but when I see an opportunity I'm not going to waste it"

It's the first time you see her genuinely smile at you

"Take care, now" you turn away from her

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations on your engagement." She sheepishly saids

"Thank you, see you around!"

You drove your way on the house and parked the car on the garage, Eddie is already in there, waiting for you

You closed the door and you screamed as you enter inside, Eddie carried you with a satisfied look on his face

"Ahh! Eddie, my god, you scared me!" You say as you puts back up on your feet

"I just missed my girl" he says with a smirk

"Missed me? We've been living together for 5 years?!"

"Well, it's because I love you so much and I want you in my arms already, if only I can stick myself onto you so wherever you go I'm always there" he says with the classic Eddie Munson mannerisms

Eddie never fails to make you feel pretty and loved, he's been always been so verbal about it ever since and that's why you're so grateful for him

"You want to stick yourself around me?"

"I will with no hesitations"

"Aww, my fianceé is so clingy"

"Finally, my dream girl is going to be my wife, I couldn't believe it"

You snorted and you blushed "you always make my day better"

He suddenly grows concern, he knows you too well

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just another wrath day at work" you say as you sat down on the couch and sigh with a small smile

"Is it Marian again?"

"Yeah- but I think she's growing on me and her too"

He is shocked and he just stares at you with no word coming out from his mouth

You giggled "I kinda helped her at work today since I don't know what happened to me from the past few weeks, I can't draw and I think any ideas for the designs and it stresses me out so much" you groaned and throw your head back at the couch

Eddie just loves to listen to you and look at you like it was the old times, he had growth of course, he even became more mature but he still the same Eddie that you always adored

You turned around to see that he is already staring at you with loving eyes "and I spilled my coffee over my blouse this morning"

He winces at it "for my observation, I think you need to chill for a moment, you know- have some fun!"

You stare at the window for a second and you say "I think you're right"

"I'm always right" He winks at you

He opens his arms for an embrace and you wrap yourself around him

"I know you're so dedicated to this job, I just don't like it when you're taking yourself too hard, sweetheart" he says while he run his fingers through your hair

"I'm just nervous"

"About what?"

"Our engagement party?"

He pulls back to look at you "you're nervous about our engagement party?!"

"I-I get it you don't like it when my anxiety wins at me but in my guess I'm having mixed emotions but I'm excited and happy as you do, I just don't want anything bad happening tomorrow"

He smiles down at you "we're going to have the best wedding ever, I know it"

You beamed at him "I love you, Eddie"

"I love you too, darling"

It's 7am and the party starts at 10am

The alarm clock just burns your ears and you angrily groan and you put your arms around Eddie and bury yourself on his chest

Eddie just wraps over you and you're locked in his embrace, legs are tangled to each other

You and Eddie are always been like this- it's crazy like nothing ever changed, you just continue to love each other just the same

You can't even comprehend that it's been 5 years and now he is going to be your husband- you're so blessed sometimes you think that you don't deserve it

"Y/N?" he opens his eyes, he's avoiding the sunrise peeking out the window

"hmm?" you ask sleepily

"We might be late for the party" god- you always loved his morning voice, it's so rasp

You groaned more "I- I wanna snuggle some more"

"Sweetheart, you don't want them to see us underdressed and unprepared?!" He tries to get up and he chuckles to your action pulling him back from the bed not wanting to open your eyes

"i promise- I'll give you all the best cuddles later, okay? baby?" he says patting your cheek to wake up

You open your eyes and there he is- chocolate button eyes looking down at you with a giddy smile on his face

"hmph" you roll your eyes at him as you finally set him free from your grip and you stretch out in the bed

Your shirt ride up and didn't miss the eyes of your fianceé while licking his lips in the process

You smirk "I want a kiss"

You don't have to ask him twice as he clash his lips into yours

You throw your hands around him while his hand goes over your stomach and your thighs

You locked him again by your legs pulling him down more to you and he groaned as he slides his tongue on your mouth and you moaned

He deepens the kiss as he touched your breasts, you make out with each other for awhile not until the alarm clock rings again and Eddie had enough of it as he smacks it down on the ground and you laughed

Of course, he never lets you to do shower, alone

While you finished cooking up some breakfast

The dress that you always wanted finally came

You quickly unwrapped it and you say "Oh no"

Eddie almost tripped down rushing towards you "W-What happened?"

"it's the one that I wanted but it's the wrong color"

"It's dark blue, it will still looked good on you"

"But I want it to be maroon" you pout

You sigh as you sat down and he does the same

"Why is this happening to me"

"Everything will be alright, Y/N" he says as he kisses your forehead

you smiled at him but you're frustrated with your dress

While you and Eddie are getting ready and finishing touches at the decoration, you can hear almost everyone is coming at your house

Steve, Robin, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, El, and Argyle came

Steve and Eddie talked to each other and you overheard Steve is so proud of Eddie outselling album copies when back then he's just playing at the Hideout and look where he is now, he finally made a name for himself and his band and the best part that he has you

Dustin and others are in college and even though all of them are young adults but they still act like the same and you couldn't help but feel so emotional about it, you missed being with them

Even Eddie's bandmates Gareth and Jeff, while reminiscing the memories that you have with them, they're both jokesters and so mischievous but nevertheless you both love them and you have the best bond with them back in high school

Wayne and your mom arrived and you can feel the energy towards your mom she's so happy for you

Joyce, Karen, Nancy and Jonathan are the first ones to congratulate you

After lunch with everyone, you excused yourself for a few minutes

You rushed through your bedroom with Eddie

You closed the door and you released a deep breath

You flinched when you heard a sudden knock

"Y/N? darling? are you there?" You sigh of relief- it's just Eddie- and you twist the doorknob open

"is everything alright?" He says as he enters the room locking the doorknob behind

"I'm nervous that's all" you slightly chuckle

He closes the door "you can just sit down here for awhile, if you want"

"N-No, I'll be fine- I'll come back there"

You loved the way he checks on you- to see if you're okay- the moment when you feel anxious but you can't help but hate the way he leaves you unattended.... you want him to stay with you

Before he can turned around to go inside, you stop him by holding his hand

He turn himself around, with his puzzled expression

"What is it?"

"I-I missed you and I need your love" you blurted out

He blinks and he smirks "Oh"

You stare at him and you have to admit that he looks so handsome and that his presence is enough to make you wet

"You cleaned up so nice" you compliment him

"Why, Thank you my sweet thing" he says as he kisses your knuckles

"You're so pretty, Eddie" you say to him as you walk towards to him closer you twirl his hair over your finger

His eyes suddenly goes darker, he knows exactly why you're doing this right now

"Tell me, what you're thinking about?" as if he can read your mind

"You're turning me on"

"Y-you what?!"

"Just you Eddie- you're turning me on right now"

"My, my look who's clingy now" he shows you a smug face that you always hated ever since but you always loved his smile you just dislike it because it's true, if he's clingy, you're more clingy

You roll your eyes at him as you move away from him

He tuts as he reaches out to grab your hand

"You didn't answer my question, honey"

You run down your hands over his body and he shivers at your touch "I'm having wild thoughts, would help me you help me out, please?"

Before you know it- he throws you down on the bed and you gasped and laughed at the sudden action

He removes his coat and crawls down at you and he slams his lips into yours

You wanted this and you can feel he is smirking through the kiss

He unzips your dress and pull the strap down and he buries his face on your breasts, it tickles you and you giggled

You remove your dress completely leaving you only with your underwear

Eddie admires you from top to bottom, half-naked, and you get so flustered by it and you turn your head on the side

He holds your face to make you look at him "What do you want, Sweetheart?"

"Every single night, I need you hands on me"

"yeah? and?" He asks keeping his eyes on you while he removes his tie and he does it so aggressively and you shudder at the sight of it

"When your kisses climb, you give me sweet relief"

He hums in responds and smirks at you

"You always make me feel so pretty, I want you and I need you to help me out, please?"

He leans down at you "Say that again, and I'll give you what you want"

"Pretty please?"

He kisses you so passionately, you love his soft lips and you mewled at his hard clothed dick at your clothed pussy

He moves down on your neck and nips at it and you whimper at his touch, marking you as his

He tugs your underwear and plays with it and he rips it off and you gasped he loves to caught you off guard

"Oh, my baby, look at you, why didn't you say something earlier?" He looks at you in awe while your pussy is dripping wet

He carefully put his ringed finger on your wet folds and you moan at the sensation and he grunts how tight you are

"E-Eddie- I need you please"

"Sweetheart- I have to prepare you before I-"

You hold his hand "pretty please, Eddie please!" you whisper-shouted

"Alright, okay, fuck-" he removes his pants and boxers and drags you at the edge of the bed and you squealed

"I need you to look at me, okay?"

You nod at him

"Tell me if it hurts I will stop"

"Okay"

He is still so gentle and caring for you as if you haven't done this for over dozen times already when you're both in college back then

He places himself directly onto your pussy and pushes himself in it slowly

You both moaned at the feeling

"a-ah- shit" you say as you throw your head back

He is so big and you look down you can see he is inches away disappearing filling you up completely and your chest rises up and down heavily

"....E-Eddie" you say while you hold his chest

"W-What is it?" He asks he is struggling to keep his eyes open

"You can m-move" you say the moment he reaches down to your sweet spot, you moaned

He hold your back and put your arms around his neck "Come baby, I want you to ride me"

You straddle yourself up to him while you legs are now wobbling at the euphoric rising up to your senses

He pulls in and out and he brushes away your hair out of your face

You show him a sickly smile, that's enough to roll his eyes "You're taking me so well"

"Oh, darling if you smile at me like that I won't last long"

"D-Don't stop, Eddie, it feels so good"

He pounds you so hard that you can suppress your moans any longer

Thankfully, there's a loud music outside of the room

You completely forgotten that you're having an engagement party

He paces faster and faster and you just whimper and moan as you cling onto him and bury yourself on his crook of his neck

Eddie holds on to you and gripping your waist and back that would leave marks and you don't mind it- you love the marks that he always leaves on you

You place both of your hands over his shoulder as you bounce at him up and down and ride him

"o-Oh motherfucker-" he curses out at the sensation

"Damn, baby you look so beautiful like this"

"The only ride that I want is you" you say as you eye him up and down with a hunger in your eyes

Eddie's became more lustful as he kisses your lips again- deeper and deeper as you follow his pace

You pulled back at each other so breathless and the room is filled nothing but moans and moans

You grip on him tighter and he knows it that you're almost there

"Are you close, baby?"

"Y-yeah, oh- Eddie please go more faster- fuck!"

"Eddie-"

"Yes?"

"Come inside of me, please"

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes I-I want it"

"Goddamn it, sweetheart"

You screamed his name and arched your back

You both came undone as you slowly ride him, you're both breathing heavily as you embrace him and you both fall back at the end

He moaned "Wow"

You breathlessly giggled "I love you so much"

"You're so hot while riding me, I love you the most"

You caressed his head and he hums

"You can't wait for the honeymoon, huh?" He wiggle his brows at you

"Shut up, Eddie" you scoffed but can't contain the smile on your face

Eddie gets up and removes himself off to you and he smirks at your legs shaking and you blushed at him

He wears his boxers and he cleans you up first, taking care of you nicely and there's so much fondness in his eyes and yours too

He helps you get up with your dress and you retouched your smudged makeup while he's brushing your hair

You and Eddie both giggled suspiciously of what you both just did

You both can't help each other and you make out again before leaving the room

"Eddie!" You giggled

"What?" He pulled back from the kiss

"the guests might be wondering where we are!" You exclaimed

"And so what?" He will never ever get tired of touching you all the time and your pussy clenches again at his overwhelming touch

"You're going to mess up my makeup again!" You say as you push him back and you turned around reaching out at the doorknob

He ignores you, as he put his hand under dress playing with your clit

You gasped "Holy- shit- Eddie!"

He smirks behind your back and you arched your back and giving him more skin to kiss your neck

Both of you pulled back into reality when you suddenly heard a loud bang on the door

You laughed and cover your mouth and Eddie grunted annoyingly as he unlock and swings the door open

"Y/N, Eddie? Are you-" it's Steve

You waved at him shyly and Eddie raises his brows

Of course he knows what happened he is not dumb- as he smirks at Eddie slightly

"Uh- Everybody is looking for the both of you they're been waiting for the um- speech?"

Eddie clasps his hands together "Oh, right uh- yup"

Steve nods and he walks away

Eddie lets you go outside first and he intertwined his hands into yours while coming down the stairs

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think i found my inspiration"

He grins at you "Seriously?"

You chortled "Yes"

"I'm glad, just say the word, sweetheart- I will get you of the stress in no time"

"Pretty Please?" You say innocently as you bat your eyes at him

"Sure thing, my darling, anything for you" he says as he kisses your cheek with loud MWAH

you giggled and everyone cheered for you and you and Eddie looked at each other filled with gratitude and appreciation

"Pretty Please?" you voice echoes in Eddie's mind as he want to hear your sweet voice forever

[bengiyo]

My School President Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

I'm so glad to be back with this show. Thankfully we took a break at what felt like the end of an act. I'm still not over the pinky clasp from the last episode, and am very excited to see where the acknowledged attraction takes these boys next. Also, I really like Sound as a character, and hope he causes more complications.

Ah, a jaded school counselor. Time to think about the future and face the reality that your dream job might not be attainable or give you the life you want.

I like this opening scene. It's very stylish. Placing all of the students in the same framing reinforces the common experience for all of the characters. It's easy to see how a counselor ends up feeling this way, when you watch so many students' lives take a different turn.

Also, Mark Pakin is really good.

Poor Gun. He was having a lot of fun with his friends and staring into the middle distance, but now he has to accept that maybe they're not as committed to music as him.

I'm still floored by the opening song being a torch passed down to this club about how they have each other's backs. It's still affecting me this week.

It's a bit subtle, but I like the way Gemini is playing Tinn as more relaxed about approaching Gun now. Fourth does a good job responding so quickly to it as if it's a matter of fact now. They're a solid pair.

Gun didn't ask, but I want to know what Tinn is interested in as a profession.

Time to revive the #they are literally always flirting tag

The mom's collapsed is executed really well here. The boys are just flirting as they do before the jarring crash behind them. As with all major life events, they happen suddenly and without warning.

She collapses like this all the time? What the hell??

Of course Tinn is going to offer to help his prospective boyfriend and hopefully-future mother-in-law. Gun's little appreciative smile is all the reward our simp needs.

Tinn's characterization is so consistent. He's at his best, bravest, and most endearing when he's helping. Gun is getting a bit nervous, so Tinn suggests a practice dish. Gun gets nervous about how good it is, so Tinn just takes a big bite. Gun is clearly enamored as a result.

Oh ho! Our first signs of mild jealousy and possessiveness from Gun. He was very polite about telling those girls to back off. Kaojao (SCOY) would be proud.

Again, Tinn is finally comfortable enough with Gun that he's only amused when Gun clings to him when the lights went off, and is able to teasingly deflect about how much devotion he's shown.

Ah, the answer to my question: Despite his hardworking nature, Tinn doesn't know what he wants for himself.

Gun loves his mom so much. It's lovely.

Oh no. Looks like the shop isn't doing so well. Gun's whole world is cracking apart.

Hey, Fourth is also pretty good. It felt like that was the first time he's said he'd cut our Hot Wave aloud, and we could see his heart break immediately.

Win's clicks on the controller don't match any gameplay I recognize. (I'm just being silly. I know he's acting.)

Our best boy Tiwson is gonna keep us focused on the prize.

I love Gun's mom. She absolutely knows that Tinn likes Gun, and is only nudging enough to make sure Gun doesn't give up on himself for her. We stan.

I am obsessed with Tinn's jogging outfit. Did they intentionally put him in almost-lesbian-flag colors?

The BL Juice has made its appearance.

Oh it's been a good minute since I've seen a piggyback ride.

Tiwson is going to fix this entire band. Now Por is getting a push.

Yes, boys, let's flirt over a fake interview.

RAP OF WAR CONTEST. Love this energy.

Sometimes you need a rival to make you determined enough to push past your stage fright. Curious where Win and Sound end up.

Is Tinn is a GMM office?? LOL

Oh, Tinn is lying to his mom now. I will remember this seed for later.

This producer looks a little bit like Alanis Morissette. Too bad she has to disappoint our boys.

His name is Winny Da Pooh. I'm going to ascend.

Sound isn't a total ass. Look at him saving Win and giving him a shove.

Oh no the sunshine boy is breaking down. It's always sad, but it really is one of the best parts of any drama.

Business Administration? Baby boy, no.

That's right, Mom. Rebuild your son with the power of music.

It's like Au watched Rainbow Prince and was PISSED that The Philippines beat them to a musical. I'm absolutely here for the whole cast singing. Love that we got the band back together.

But also, I wanted to hear Winny Da Pooh rap.

This show's comedic timing is genuinely funny. "I can put my mind at ease..." Into Gun running screaming into the room. Perfect.

Ah good. Gun now finally understands Tinn's motivations. Not an episode 5 kiss, but close to it on the moving forward phase.

[justsasuke]

This just in: Suigetsu is Sasuke’s natural friend type not Naruto.

Ok I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately (mostly because I’ve found that when writing AU’s or stories Suigetsu tends to end up as Sasuke’s BFF/main man/childhood friend and not Naruto, which is what might be expected by some) and without getting into too much personality theory I’ve come up with a few bullet points that cover the main reasons why I think Suigetsu is a better match personality-wise as a friend for our fav. dark haired dude. **Disclaimer that Sasuke and Suigetsu’s dynamic as friends is my preferred dynamic in friendship to begin with so these thoughts are going to reflect what I think of as healthy or desirable in a friendship.

You may hear more on this later because as I’ve said; this has been on my mind a lot.  But until then here’s what I have so far:

relationship isn’t founded in need to be better than the other person

neither are dependent on each other (i.e. each can function 100% without the other person and neither of them are overly fixated on being in a friendship)

both share 2 braincells and it’s funny when they’re together (see shippuden ep. 115.  yes I know this is a filler.  yes I still think it’s A+ work as far as character depiction goes)

I’ve said this before but Sasuke and Suigetsu are both wicked smart and crazy stupid and somehow it seems to balance out between them.  Where Sasuke is oblivious, Suigetsu is in-the-know and vice versa.  Because of that they have this sort of synergy that just works. It ebbs and flows and keeps things running smoothly.   What’s really cool is their chakra types reflect the contrast but also the balance in a yin-yang sort of way.

their entire character set-up is as team mates not rivals.  This ultimately is because of the writing and is meta but still very indicative of their personalities and how they play off of each other.

they both have the same dry rather ironic sense of humor (bonus: they actually find each other amusing)

re-iterating point one but Suigetsu doesn’t care if Sasuke is extremely talented at something and Sasuke also doesn’t care if Suigetsu is good at something.  This is important because it means they aren’t trying to outdo the other person, which ends up giving both of them room to grow into their own full potential unhindered. (obv. they’d want each other to do well I’m just saying they don’t feel diminished in the other’s successes) 

both recognize the individual value of each other and their skill sets

respects each others’ feelings and where they’re at in life (Sasuke didn’t force Suigetsu to join his team, and Suigetsu respects Sasuke’s feelings about not killing people--even if it’s just in front of him)

I mean who doesn’t love “my friend is hot so I’m going to exploit it mwahahaha” and *completely oblivious* solidarity?

[thecameronchronicles]

The Debt~Part Ten

TW: Language and smut; dominance and submission, derogatory language and mentions of alcohol and drugs (all overage, however). I do not own any characters but ask that you do not publish this fanfiction without my permission on any other platform. Please and thank you. 

SUMMARY: You decided to call on some ‘old friends’ for some help to take down Ward, only to uncover that the one who needs the most convincing will take a special kind of persuasion…

Word Count: 3200

The Debt: Part Ten

“Absolutely not…” John B’s voice was firm yet kind, even still, your attempts to remain polite did nothing to keep your expression from forming into a scowl. 

“Come on!” You began to whine, “You owe me…” You intrigued him with your answer, a scoff leaving his full lips, as your words also managed to pull the attention of two other pogues, Kiara and Pope, who hesitated the construction of their s’mores to offer their undivided attention to you. 

“You’re comparing being the getaway driver for a weed run to blackmailing one of the most dangerous people in all of the outer banks?” He reminded you, seemingly speaking the words aloud more to question your sanity than for validation for himself. As you answered with a nod, you couldn’t help but notice JJ climb out of the hot tub stationed just out of view to where you had positioned yourself, his hat spun backwards to keep his golden trusses from his face while he pulled a beer to his lips, remaining amused by the entire interaction. 

“Ward deserves this for everything he’s done!” The passion came through more desperately than what you had intended, yet you remained unapologetic through your outburst as you were aware you were well warranted for what you had to endure just on this night alone. 

“I think you’ve been drinking a bit too much of the ‘kook juice’...” JJ attempted to lighten the clearly dense mood while Kiara shot him a look of disagreement before leaning forward to you with her elbows supported on the bends of her knees. 

“What exactly IS your plan?” She questioned, immediately skeptical. 

“That’s what I kind of need some help with. But I know I just need to get into his office alone for a bit…find something to use against him. I’m sure the narcissist keeps some ledger or something-maybe a file on his computer…”

“So what exactly do you want from us? We don’t really run in the same crowds…” Pope interjected, toying with the torn fringe of his chair while awaiting your answer. 

“Because JJ has worked almost every place between The Cut and Figure Eight…Kiara can walk around unnoticed, and Pope-well, let’s be honest, he’s smarter than all of us put together…And John B, you have a way of convincing people…being a distraction maybe…”

“Well now you’re just flirting, cupcake…” JJ winked as the  sound of ruffled terrain at your back sent your expression to shift once realizing Rafe was now behind you. You didn’t even have to run for confirmation as their reactions in accompaniment to his strong cologne had done this for you.

“What the hell is HE doing here?!” John B summoned an answer from you as everyone now stood on their feet as if either prepared to run or defend their homestead, all while you pulled your own hands up in surrender. 

“We need your help-”

“WE?” JJ was not only surprised by this confession but also clearly upset, maybe even a tad jealous as he scowled at Rafe, who was almost sheepishly at your back before being rivaled. He would mend his insecurity by wrapping his arm around the curve of your back, as if staking some sort of claim, as this simple touch managed to set you on fire. His shamelessness in such an innocuous touch was somehow erotic as he was unabashed to possess you in every and any way he could-finding peace in your presence. 

“I really thought you were smarter than this…” Pope critiqued with guilt, retiring into The Chateau, followed by Kiara, as both of them looked back to you one final time as if to verify what was witnessed between you and Rafe. Although easy on the eyes as a unified couple, you could not be any more different; oil and vinegar that somehow managed to make it work-or at least were naive enough to believe you could. 

“Come on, baby…” Rafe attempted to pull you back to the direction of his waiting truck as you fought his grip and remained in place. 

“Look…I know how this sounds okay and I’m not stupid to ignore the risk. But people like Ward deserve this-'' JJ's eyes flashed to Rafe as if silently referencing him by the use of your own words-to which he was ignored by you as you continued your rant. 

“He got you fired from every job after you dated Sarah in high school-” You looked to John B, who still pined for the middle Cameron sibling, a torch burning synonymous to the fire behind his eyes at the mere mention of her name. 

“And he was the reason your dad couldn’t get a job anywhere in either of the Carolinas-” You explained to JJ, who turned his head away to conceal how your words affected him. 

“He got Hayward’s blacklisted from every party after Pope beat Sarah out of being Valedictorian and went out of his way to tarnish The Wreck, almost making them go bankrupt, after Kiara stood up against him for being hypocritical and an ‘environmental sadist’, if I can remember her words correctly…” The entire group silenced as they took in the depth of your words. 

“And that is what he’s done in public!” Your chest clenched at the thoughts regarding Rafe, fueling your ambition once again. 

“He has this influence over too many people-I’ve seen it for years and just thought it was because his name was behind half of the businesses and buildings, but it’s because everyone is terrified of him! But if we do this…You took a step closer to the remaining pogues as you continued, “We could ask for ANYTHING…No more shitty shifts for Kie…no more college for Pope-”

“Come on, we all know he’s thriving there.” JJ muttered as he was ignored once again as you looked back to John B. 

“No more side jobs just to make ends meet, no more being stuck here, no more being controlled by him and people like him.” Rafe shuffled uncomfortably, well aware he was among those you spoke of, yet he was silent as he understood it was well deserved to have this spoken about him. 

“Even IF we considered it…I don’t trust HIM-” John B responded as Rafe let out a heavy exhale, hands folding in his pockets. 

“Maybe you should wait back in the car?” You hinted towards him as he wouldn’t even allow you to finish your request before he challenged you. 

“I’m not leaving you here with THEM…” 

“Don’t worry, we’d take REAL good care of her.” JJ spoke somewhere between coquettish and vulgar, pushing for Rafe to reveal his true feelings of those from the wrong side of the tracks.

 “Maybe she’s trading up-” His consistent need to be borderline flirtatious, even seductive, is simply what made JJ Maybank who he was. It was the same way Pope was academic, Kiara was motivated in rebellion, and John B was the voice of reason behind the majority of their plans. But now, his expression was darker than how you’d usually witness-almost protective…

“Enough! Haven’t you ever heard the phrase, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’?” JJ looked at you with annoyed confusion as John B bowed his head into a slow nod. 

“What the hell does that mean?” JJ pushed for a further definition as you released a fatigued breath. 

“We have something in common…a hatred for him…But we need your help.” John B and JJ looked between one another before looking back at you, teetering on that line between being convinced and being indifferent. 

“He has hurt everyone at one point or another and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance to do it again, okay? This is our chance to make him accountable for it…”

“By being as bad as him?” Kiara suddenly returned, a shadow now wrapped around what was once a bikini clad molasses hued physique. 

“If not for the morale of it…then how about a cut?” Rafe narrowed his eyes at your back with the comment of a detail not discussed between the two of you. 

“One million each?” The space was made silent by your offer. The hot tub bubbling in abandon, the string lights sporadic through the trees above, even the bugs harmonizing beneath the untrimmed grass wasn’t enough of a distraction to your words. But Rafe’s voice would be the one to speak first as he lowered towards your ear. 

“How much are you planning to ask for exactly?”

“Ten.” You answered, dividing it unfairly between the group while offering you and Rafe a larger portion as you had no alternatives where Pope had his academia and Kiara had her family. You and Rafe only had each other and you needed a fresh start away from Ward to be able to remain that way. 

“There IS a lot of student debt…” Pope added, emerging from the shadows. 

“No more shifts at the wreck…a LOT of charities that could be put towards…” Both Pope and Kiara now looked to the remaining two who had yet to comment. 

“No more charters…”

“No more fixing kook’s cars for half the pay…” JJ remarked, slowly nodding his head. 

“I’m in.” Everyone now looked at him in disbelief with your expression lying as the exception while your lips curved to a grin of approval. 

“I’ve seen him make shady ass dealings at the club and arguments with people who I haven't seen since…so…to get him out of my hair AND the benefit of a bit of-'' He began to rub his fingers together to symbolize cash. 

“It WOULD mean my parents wouldn't have to worry about spring break season being their best out of the year…” Kiara continued aloud as Pope would finalize his idea, “Like I said…no student debt…” They now all looked to John B. 

“Well then…” He spoke your name with a soft tone of annoyance that was synonymous between siblings, as he lifted his beer in initiation. 

“I suppose we better talk strategy-Any ideas?” The space drew quiet.

“I can make a distraction…” JJ spoke proudly while playing with his lighter as Kiara quickly forced it closed as if acting the part of a parent he was perpetually denied, even in his early twenties. 

“If my dad sees anyone of you, he’s going to know something is going on-” Rafe added, the cool timbre of his tone sending volts of electricity down your spine as it allowed you a sense of serenity to be reminded of how he stood in support at your back, despite how crazy this all seemed. 

“What if I distracted him?” Kiara offered as JJ winced. 

“Not a chance in hell, Kie.”

“What if I did?” The words left your lips before you could stop them as Rafe was suddenly at your side, your wrist in his grasp. 

“Fuck no!”

“If anyone else tries to get close to him, he’ll know-you just said it-”

“YOU’RE not an option.” You paused for a moment, touched by his worry, but deciding the lesser of two evils was the way to go for an overall success of this loose forming plan. 

“The jerk from tonight said it…he is going to let everyone have a chance with me-” The pogues looked at one another in cold silence, exchanging glances that validated their reasons for helping you. 

“Not happening!” Rafe chimed, shaking his head and carrying his fingers to his temples for half a second, before returning his grip to you. 

“This was a mistake…get your ass in the truck-” Before you could even attempt a rebuttal, he was already slipping into the driver’s side of the vehicle, waiting for you. 

“Whatever we can do to help, we will…” John B added as you had been abandoned by Rafe, feeling his eyes blazing into you from only a few meters that somehow felt contradicting in both breathing down your neck and being completely out of sight. 

“But we all have to be on the same page for this to work-no loose ends…And Rafe…he’s dangerous-”

“I know. But…if you can’t do it for him…”

“We’ve got you.” JJ validated. “But he gives one crooked look and-” JJ suddenly produced a gun as Kiara quickly corrected his recklessness as you moved into the direction of the truck and they made their way inside the chateau. 

“Rafe-” You began, prepared to either grovel or scream at him if it would get him to see your point as your freedom was so close you could nearly taste it. 

“Don’t-don’t give me those fucking puppy dog eyes, okay?” He looked at you for the first time in pure anger, nothing soft lightening those usual sapphire irises. 

“I mean it! This isn’t some game or some joke! I shouldn't have agreed to it for even a second! We’re leaving-” But with the attempt he made to draw the stick shift in reverse, you collected the keys in your palm. The shift of any compassion on his face draining to your thievery, you spoke before he could further his aggression towards you. 

“I want a life with you, Rafe…Or at least a chance at one…You know we can never have that. You are his son, he isn’t going to just let you leave-”

“You’d be surprised.” He muttered as you reached for him, only to feel him pull away from you. It was then that you realized you wouldn’t persuade him with words. Instead, you knew what was needed to lead him into further convincing. 

“Rafe…” You leaned into his side, hand riding up his thigh, as his eyes collected towards you with attention but remaining annoyance. But even in your name spoken beneath his breathless warning, you were too devoted in your own task to care of the repercussions of disobeying him or the eyes of any nearby. 

“This is how it could be…” You teased, “All these little moments we’d have…Without having to be at dinners and fundraisers…So much time that I could make you feel good…” His hand wrapped dominantly around your wrist. 

“Not likely, sweetheart. Not even those naughtly little hands can-”

“I wasn’t thinking about my hands…” Your fingers gingerly pulled him from his pants, exposing his erection to the unkind air around you. 

“You didn't get enough earlier?” He countered, eyes darting to your lips as you wrapped your hand slowly around him, bringing the sensation of skin-to-skin to set him alight with a breath interrupted by your touch. 

“I never do…” His hand suddenly took hold of your hair, wrapping it as it knew well with his makeshift ponytail made of his thick fingers. 

“If you do this right now…I don’t care who the fuck sees you, yeah? You’re gonna keep going until you make me come-” You slowly nodded as his second hand moved to your jaw. “And you don’t get to…no touching yourself or writhing in your seat,” He pulled your hair back further, thumb now brushing your bottom lip until returning to this hold. 

“You only get to come when I touch you-”

“Yes.” You released your agreement on your exhale. 

“Then convince me, baby…” His eyes followed you as your gaze remained as locked as you could before your angle made this impossible. But in what was lost for sight was mended by feel as you captivated him within your mouth at a tender pace. You took time to romanticize his cock, adorning each inch concealing every vein, until you would choke on his extension. 

“Take it.” He ordered as you nodded, relaxing your throat once being familiarized with him once again, pushing beyond your limit. Once you were comfortable enough with your nails eating into his bare thighs, orchestrated by his grip in your hair that needed little guidance from you having learned precisely how he liked to be pleased, you bobbed in the perfect combination of sucking and teasing while twisting his base.

“So good.” he praised between clenched teeth before you began to lower to his full extensions of his groin, toying with him. 

“Deeper.” He commanded, raising his hips as he chuckled once feeling your tears dampen his thigh. 

“Crying already, baby?” You were silent but thoroughly motivated as his fingers wrapped within your hair intensified once again, this time holding you in your gag, before finally lifting you for a breath. 

“You look so fucking pretty around my cock…”

“I want you to come, Rafe…I want to make you come-” His eyes danced over your expression for a moment, taking in the details he was responsible for; the gloss over your swollen lips, the tears on your cheeks, the desperation of fresh air. It was as if you were a new wonder of the world revealed just for him. 

“I want to make you feel good-” But suddenly, he left the vehicle, leaving you to watch him round to your side of the car. Without the chance to question him, you were pulled to the ground and bent over the seat. 

“I thought you said-”

“I need to know you want me-” His hands were frenzied over your clothes, removing only what was necessary for penetration, before he teased his dripping cock throughout your soaked folds. 

“I always want you…” You groaned as you felt him smirk over your shoulder. 

“Prove it to me again, sweetheart.” Immediately thrusting his depth into you, you clutched the seat before you, a victim to his relentless thrusts. The way his fingers ate into your hips was euphoric in accompaniment to the moans that only endorsed you to ignore the pain caused by him having stretched you out once again.

“Come with me-”

“But you said-'' You tried for clarification as he pulled you against him enough to where one hand came beneath your shirt, shameless to your pebbled nipple as the other slipped over your clit. 

“Don’t fucking question me or I won’t let you come.” You bit the insides of your lips to keep them sealed. 

“I don’t care if Maybank or anyone else from here to Figure Eight hears you, I want everyone- JJ, John B, Pope-the asshole from tonight to know…I just want to come inside you-” The fear of what this could potentially mean in terms of negligent contraception, a larger portion of your mind craved to please him. With the pill already scheduled to be taken the next morning, you nodded in agreement. 

“I want you to-”

“To WHAT?” He probed your lower lips, now lifting his secondary hand to your neck to hold you in place. 

“I want you to come inside me, Rafe!”

“Louder baby, I can’t hear you over my own pulse-”

“Fuck!” You only managed to utter at the cusp of your orgasm as he folded you back over the seat, continuing to fondle your sensitive clit through your climax as he found his own a few seconds later. 

“Shit baby, you’re gonna make me come!” The sporadic jolts expelling him into you, sent him in a mix of grunts, groans,and curses, before he turned you to face him. 

“Okay…” He spoke with lust blown eyes that held the ability to hold the grounds of convincing you for a ‘round two’, technical round three if totaled for the night, as you heaved before him, pleasantly numb in your over-stimulation of your husband yet again. 

“But we do this MY way…”

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Over & Over

Pairing: Pornstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Pornstar!Female Reader

Summary: You’re an up-and-coming adult film star secretly eager to work with the popular Bucky Barnes, and with just the right connections, your paths cross much sooner than later.

Warnings: Adult themes. Smut 18+ (unprotected sex, vaginal penetration and instructional fingering, oral [male & female receiving], size kink, spit & cum play, a smudge of male dominance), dirty talk and language.

Disclaimer: I don’t know how the porn industry works; this was just written for fun.

Title Inspiration: “Over & Over” by Smallpools

A/N: After doping up on strong painkillers wasn’t enough, I thought releasing endorphins would help ease my headache, so once again watching porn inspired another fic. Idk. I’m a mess. Enjoy!

Slipping on your oversized sunglasses, you walk along the rectangular outline of the hotel’s lavish pool, to one of the vacant lounge chairs next to the redheaded goddess, whose wings you were taken under and could gratefully call a close friend. You hadn’t known a single soul when you packed up and moved west to Los Angeles at 18, but you knew you were destined for more than what your humdrum life back at home could offer.

The porn industry wasn’t your first choice at a career in entertainment, but the starving profession wasn’t paying the bills fast enough. You weren’t going to survive in L.A. another year juggling to pay for tuition and stay enrolled in acting school from the income of working menial jobs and booking small gigs. However, one minor role as an extra in a one-night stand sex scene of a TV show, you catch the eye of the multitalented adult film actress Natasha Romanoff.

It was pure coincidence she was also casted, playing a bigger role, of the same episode, but she saw more in you in your less than 15 seconds of fame than most casting agents did before offering you a chance to shadow her. You knew she looked familiar and you were no stranger to watching porn, but when you’re as down on your luck as you were, you went all in and soon enough countless scenes now under your belt within a year, you’re porn’s best female newcomer.

“There’s this year’s Best New Starlet!” Natasha proclaims loudly for almost everyone around to hear.

Lucky for you, the shades conceal the roll of your eyes at her comment as you kick off your flip-flops and remove the thin cover up to reveal your skimpy bikini. You dare look over at her in time to catch her mocking reaction, jaw dropped from your attitude.

“After all I’ve done for you,” she says, placing a hand to her heart, feigning hurt.

The pair of you laugh at your nonsense and after she helps you with applying the appropriate amount of sun care protection, you recline in your seats and attempt to soak up some sun. It was a much-needed break with the long stressful week of the award show now behind everyone. Your hard work had paid off and after all you did learn from the best.

Your predecessor before you, Natasha was also a former Best New Starlet, and now is a household name in pornography. She didn’t welcome a lot of people into her inner circle, but she had plans to one day direct and knew she had to find the next big thing before anyone else to take her place.

“Hello, ladies,” comes from the voice of this year’s Director of the Year and other close friend Wanda Maximoff.

“Hey Wanda,” you greet her by sitting up to give her a proper hug.

You met her through her twin brother, Pietro, who happened to be your first co-star and was very welcoming and caring to you. The twins took care of you during your first few months starting out. Much like Natasha did for you, you help her administer the same amount of sunscreen on her body.

“Congrats on your achievement,” she says wholeheartedly, looking over her shoulder at you as you finish up on her back, and even under the heat of the sun, she could still see the blush creep up on your face.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Natasha comments casually, to which Wanda nods enthusiastically, only speeding up the process of the rose tints on your cheeks to spread all over your face. They were your biggest fans and supporters; you were so happy you could make them proud.

“I owe it all to the queen herself,” you say, downplaying your achievement and turning the attention to your mentor in Natasha. She scoffs at that and teases you about just taking the damn compliment. You put in the work; it was all you.

“Seriously, you deserved it,” Wanda says honestly, and you finally accept the praise.

“So, what’s next for miss Director of the Year?” Natasha asks leaning on a propped elbow, body facing towards you and Wanda.

“Well, I managed to finally book Bucky Barnes in an upcoming project…” she starts out, but the moment you heard his name slip from her lips, the rest almost didn’t matter.

Bucky Barnes was somewhat of a legend. There wasn’t a model or director that didn’t want to work with him. The man was downright gifted in every aspect and his work speaks for itself. Before you broke onto the scene, you’d gotten off to his videos, and only dreamed of one day starring in a scene with him, but you were still new to this world.

As a promising star, you had a long way to go and tons of plots, positions and people to still experience, so landing a role with someone like Bucky Barnes wasn’t entirely written in your plans any time soon. Then again, your first girl-on-girl scene was with your mentor herself, so anything could happen, right?

“I just haven’t found my girl yet,” was the next thing you pick up Wanda say the moment your head comes back from the clouds, “...I have all this momentum now that I want this to blow everyone away, especially Stark.”

Tony Stark was her rival. It was a friendly competition amongst friends. You hadn’t gotten the chance to work for him yet. He was a playful character and had directed some of the best adult films out there, Wanda just happened to be the better of the two this year…

“Sorry, I’m retired,” Natasha reminds her and repositions herself on her back.

“Fuck you,” Wanda says playfully to which Natasha responds with a finger in the air before she clarifies, “I was hinting at this year’s Best New Starlet…” and slyly looking in your directly.

“Me?” You ask incredulously. Your head can’t even start processing that you’re finally getting the opportunity to work with Bucky.

Wanda rolls her eyes at your obliviousness, “no, last year’s Best New Starlet. Hell no! Of course, you!” You respond in the same manner as your mentor, who is more than amused at you also following her lead, and flip Wanda off. Wanda snatches your hand to bring it away from her face, “I’m serious!”

“I-I don’t know, Wan,” a part of you is a little scared that you’re not going to be able to keep up with someone as established and with the star power as Bucky, “...like you said, you have all this momentum behind you. I don’t want to fuck this scene up because I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” Natasha pipes up on the other side of you. “This is the perfect role for you!” She sees the questionable look on your face and sighs before explaining. “You’re a fresh face and rising star! People are lining up to book you, Stark included.”

“Nat is right. You’re a hot commodity now! I need someone who is a little inexperienced to mix with someone that is,” Wanda further explains her premise, “let him take the lead, but at your pace. I need it to be raw and passionate. People love that shit!” They were right, he had all the experience, and you were a fresh loveable face. It was the perfect combination.

You remain quiet for several seconds before Natasha rats you out, “and don’t even try to act like you don’t want to work with Barnes. This is your fantasy come to life.” Way to throw you under the bus like that…

There’s no denying your goal to work with him. He’d been in this business much longer than you had, you didn’t think your paths would ever cross on a set, but the opportunity couldn’t have presented itself in a more perfect point in your career.

The room is very pristine. White walls with a king size bed, also adorned in white sheets, fluffy pillows scattered at the top, minimal furniture around to make it look realistic, and the lighting was just right. Wanda had received a hefty budget after her recognition that’s for sure.

“Alright, girly, let’s get you on the bed!” Wanda happily directs.

You nod silently, remove your footwear and plop down on the center of the large mattress. You decide to leave your legs sprawled on one side of your body, settling on a bashful position. It’s not hard for you because although you agreed to do this and have done several scenes, internally, you’re freaking the fuck out. Unbeknownst to you, it’s all part of your charm; the innocence you somehow still radiated was an all too endearing quality and actually sexy.

Even your attire was pretty modest, opting for a more casual look with black leggings and a tight long sleeve that accentuates your figure and shows off the right amount of cleavage. It was something that you could easily wear out in public, which again was a part of your brand in being as natural as possible, but come the right circumstances, when it was time to roll you could turn on the right switch.

“We’ll start off like a typical casting interview before we bring Bucky in and then we’ll go from there. Sounds good?” She runs down the plan with you, fixing a few strands of flyaway hairs on your head before back away from the bed. With a thumbs up and a smile from you, she starts recording.

“Welcome, Best New Starlet of the Year!” Wanda greets from behind the camera.

“Hi,” you politely reply with your signature sweet smile and a wave to the screen.

These scenes start off with a small interview recounting your tale into the porn industry leading up to your recent achievement and even delving a bit into your personal life before the topic changes to your co-star.

“So, how excited are you to work with Bucky today?”

No matter how hard you practiced at keeping a straight poker face, that was something you were unable to master from Natasha, and the blush couldn’t be contained.

Fidgeting at the hem of your top, you open and close your mouth, trying to find the right words. You’re overly flustered at the thought of Bucky and he wasn’t even in front of you yet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and ruin the atmosphere. Wanda mouths words of advice from where she sat in the director’s chair, “be honest.”

“Um, I’m...nervous,” you say truthfully.

“Nervous?” She questions, urging you to elaborate.

“Yeah, he’s Bucky Barnes! He’s hot and he’s got so much experience. I’m kind of scared I’ll be boring,” you finish explaining and hope to God that Natasha doesn’t kill you afterwards, or with that answer let Wanda down, but the smile on her face sends you a wave of assurance.

Maybe you could do this...

Earlier that day, Bucky had already recorded his little opening scene. Wanda had called him to report on set before you were scheduled to arrive.

On the contrary, Bucky was also a tab bit anxious to work with you. He’d seen some of your work and more so heard about your talent from his own best friend, Steve Rogers.

He didn’t deny it, he was very much attracted to you and he wanted a chance to work with you too. Bucky wasn’t a jealous person, which made working in the porn industry easy for him, but when he had to hear Steve recount his scenes with you, he couldn’t help but want to sock his own childhood friend. He didn’t of course, but the rage was evident and his other friend, Sam Wilson, took some sick pleasure in teasing him over it. In fact, the eccentric personality of the trio of friends, decided to tag along with Bucky to introduce himself to you and get under his skin a little more.

“What’s going on in that nasty head of yours?” Sam poked at Bucky as they made their way over to Wanda, who was by the camera setup going over a script with another stagehand. When Bucky doesn’t respond, it provokes Sam even more, “no way, you’re nervous!”

Bucky sighs fed up with dealing with the anxiety brewing ever since he found out he was going to star in this film with you. “Shut the fuck up, will you? Of course, I’m nervous,” he says, trying to remain calm.

“Dude, you’ve slept with some of the hottest people in the world and millions of people have seen you naked. Why is one girl any different?” Sam wonders.

“I don’t know, ok. She just seems so down-to-earth and normal?” Bucky attempts to explain. You were real. His work was just that, it was a work, and he was afraid that it would be different with you. He could say he was almost intimidated by you.

“Yeah, as if I don’t have to hear that enough from Rogers…” Sam chimed in. Steve had nothing but high praise for your performance. In fact, his testimony helped expose you a little further. He was an honorable performer and a respected one, so they took his word on you. “Maybe, I’ll be her next co-star,” and just like that Sam ruined a moment.

“God, I hate you,” was the last thing exchanged between the two friends as they finally reached Wanda. She warned Sam to behave and gave Bucky a quick rundown before instructing him to hop on the bed.

Bucky’s interview starts a little differently than yours. Having already been a more established performer than yourself, no one needed his background story. The only thing Wanda wanted out of him was his plans and opinion on you.

“Well, I don’t know too much about her, personally speaking...but everyone seems to love her,” Bucky’s answer was a bit bland for Wanda.

“She’s a great person to work with,” she comments and that’s a tactic most directors used to get talent to keep talking.

“That’s what Steve keeps saying,” he says with somewhat of an awkward light laugh. He could see Sam facepalming next to Wanda at that lame answer.

“Yeah, you don’t win best female newcomer for nothing,” Wanda points out. If anyone was the lucky one here, it was Bucky. He was climbing up in age and you were the next big thing. You were the real star of this film not Bucky. She was counting more on you to deliver than him.

“That’s right. She’s a very talented performer,” Bucky says, and this small comment opens up a can of worms for Wanda to build up on.

“Oh, so you’ve seen some of her work?” Bam! He was caught.

Bucky’s mouth starts twitching slightly and Wanda and Sam are smirking from their spots as they watch the gears in Bucky’s mind start turning faster trying to think of something. The only piece of advice Wanda gives is “be honest.”

He sighs, the jig was up. Smooth Bucky Barnes was caught red-handed, “yeah, I’ve watched some scenes. I’ve seen her in person a few times too…”

“Wait,” Wanda interrupts him abruptly. She knew you were attracted to Bucky, but never knew of any encounters between you two, “when did you meet her?”

“I haven’t,” Bucky starts, which causes a look of mass confusion on Wanda’s face before he follows up, “formally. I haven’t met her formally, but I’ve seen her at a few parties and at the award show...I was just nervous to walk up to her,” the words just kept flowing out of his mouth and he inwardly cringed at how awkward he might’ve sounded.

Sam was amused by his embarrassment, but Wanda was pleased with this result. Bucky was good at what he did and that included him trying to play it cool, which he did well on screen, sometimes.

“You know she was actually thrilled to find out she would be working with you,” Wanda said, stretching the truth. The truth was, you hadn’t verbally confessed that, at least not yet.

“Really?” Bucky asks all too hopeful, his mood noticeably perking up.

“Yup! Ever since she won Best New Starlet of the Year, people have been lining up to book her, but she chose this project. You were the deal breaker, Barnes,” she fabricated and hoped this all worked out for you two in the end.

“Wow, who would’ve thought this has-been still had it in him?” He jokes at himself. His humility would get the best of him in every situation.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself! You didn’t win Best Male Performer of the Year again for nothing!” Wanda says and then steers the interview to a close.

After wrapping up Bucky’s scene, he’s allowed to stay in another room with a monitor. At first, he thinks it’s to help him prep for the scene, but to his surprise it’s a live feed of your interview and he starts clinging onto your every word. Enthralled by your journey, work ethic and he gets flustered all over again hearing you talk about your equal eagerness to work with him.

“You know, if anyone is the lucky one in this situation, it’s Barnes,” Wanda reminds as your interview comes to an end.

“Right,” you sarcastically remark.

“Are you ready for us to bring Bucky in?” She asks.

“It’s now or never,” you reply. 

You watch the doorknob twist and the door open to slowly reveal Bucky. Where do you even start with him? He just looked like the total package. His gaze immediately on yours. As he makes his way towards the bed you’re still sitting on, when his knee comes in contact to the edge, you maneuver your body in his direction, sit up on your knees to meet him halfway and welcome him in a hug.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he says when you pull apart. The both of you don’t break away completely. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck, his hands placed just above your waist, you can feel his fingers that slipped under the fabric rub your skin.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you respond, giving him a genuine smile and can’t help but stare at his pretty face. You had to remind yourself he’s just another guy, except he wasn’t. You didn’t know how he felt, but you wanted this, wanted him. You also don’t know if you’ll ever work him again after today, so he was going to get the real you.

A small, subtle clearing of someone’s throat shatters the staring contest between you and Bucky causing you both to sheepishly break away from the other, not realizing you’d both allowed dreaded dead airtime to pass by. You scoot over to make room for him next to you on the bed. After he pulls his footwear off, he sits cross legged in front of you, you have one leg tucked in and the other extended in front.

Bucky’s not entirely oblivious. He not only witnessed you backstage reveal you were actually nervous to work with him, he could feel it, so at an attempt to help ease both your nerves, he places a hand on your shin and absentmindedly run his hand up and down the fabric, fingers sometimes stopping to mess with the cuff of your leggings and at the skin of your ankle, while he listened to you speak.

He congratulated you on your achievement as you did with him, both a blushing mess before diving into different topics like traveling and other interests.

Wanda stood proudly behind the camera watching the scene unfold. Everything was so candid and real between you and Bucky, the chemistry was clearly evident, she didn’t foresee there would be much directing on her part today, which was going to make her job easy.

“Wanda said you were excited to work with me,” Bucky teases, wanting to see if what you said was just for the cameras or if it was really true, but also, he found out he liked to see you get all hot and bothered in more than one way.

Your jaw drops and you look directly into the camera, breaking the fourth wall, calling out to Wanda. You playfully chastise and curse at her for revealing your secret. She tells you it was going to come out anyways, and while that was true, you’d hoped it was later and much after you’ve slept with him, hoping it doesn’t ruin the shoot, but Bucky assures you that it’s actually a flattering to hear or in his words, “assuring” for someone like him.

“Are you kidding?” You say, lightly shoving him back, “you’re like a legend! Of course, I was excited! I’m surprised you agreed to work with a rookie like me!” Now that the cat was out of the bag, you might as well own up to your secret.

“Everyone wants to work with you,” he makes clear, leaning in closer. Fuck, he didn’t even need to initiate foreplay because with the way he was looking at you right now, you could come swear you’d come undone for him in an instant.

“Oh really?” You challenge, your body gravitating like a magnet towards his.

“Yup, Steve wouldn’t shut up about you and even Sam said he can’t wait to someday work with you,” he said, voice slowly dropping in decibels and his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Did he?” You ask, but you don’t really care about Sam as your eyes look dead into Bucky’s blue ones, swirling into a darker shade full of deep want and desire.

“Yeah, but let’s see if he still wants to try to outdo me after I’m done with you,” he whispers, finally closing the gap between your lips in a sweet kiss. It was about as sweet as it could last because after just one taste of your lips, he was a starved man, hungry for more. You tried your best to match his pace and the kiss turned sloppy very quick.

You moaned at the pressure of his lips pressed roughly against yours, and you do your best to keep up, but you’re already finding yourself short of breath. However, the more you try to pull back to regain some oxygen, the more he’s unwilling to part as he grasps your face in both hands to keep you still, so you lightly squeeze at his biceps as a warning in hope he gets the message.

Lucky for you, he does and lets up. He’s also noticeably breathless, his warm breath fanning against your kiss-swollen lips, his forehead resting against yours. Bucky’s hands are still on your face.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, and you let out a small chuckle at the sincerity. He was cute.

You take his hands in yours and bring them back down to begin undressing him starting by helping him slip his shirt over his head, the fashionable dog tags around his neck clank as it slaps against his toned chest, you let him keep them on though.

Bucky sits up on his knees as he watches you settle on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, hands getting ready to work on his lower half. He patiently watches as you unbuckle his belt, pop the button of his jeans off, and drag the zipper down.

With his pants hanging loose off his hips, you begin to plant soft kisses along his navel down the defined lines that lead to his cock. Each contact of your lips sends a ghostly tingle and the blood to rush even quicker down his lower region. The imprint of his endowed member doesn’t leave much to your imagination, you can already see the stain where the tip is through his tight boxer briefs. It gives you a little boost of confidence knowing you’d caused this and would get to take care of it.

You hook your fingers into the undergarment and tug them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face causing you to jolt back a little and a smile to spread across Bucky’s.

Your clumsiness was also a part of your charm. It wasn’t on purpose, you were still learning after all, and that’s what made it so unique and fun to work with you. Your partners just felt a real, genuine connection, citing it felt less choreographed and of a porno with you.

A little embarrassed about that move, you’d watched what he can do with that cock, but nothing could’ve prepared you for it face-to-face. You don’t waste any time on getting your hands on him and wrap your fingers around his half-hard cock and start pumping him sensually.

He’s hot and soft in your hands before getting gradually heavy. The look in your eyes grows more predatory as you watch him grow and feel him getting harder with each pump causing more and more pre-cum to ooze out. You spread it all over the head of his cock with your thumb then daring to look up at him, hoping he was indeed enjoying your work, before you pucker your lips and kiss at the crown. Bucky curses when he sees your lips shining, coated in his pre-cum, with a string connecting you to his cock.

You gather the fluid up in your hand before spreading it all over his length, when it’s not enough you start not only pumping him faster, but also licking up and down, from the base to the tip, hoping to effectively slick him up. The way your tongue scrapes along over Bucky’s sensitive flesh stirs him up. Your other hand joins in to fondle with his neglected balls, massaging and pulling at them in the right moments, sometimes you travel a little south and take them in your mouth. It all but drives Bucky wild and it’s confirmed with each swear that leaves his mouth.

Bucky wants nothing more than to lodge himself deep in your throat, but he remembers he needs to go at your pace, and once you’re broken in a little more, you could follow his, so he’ll bide his time for now and watch you work.

When you’re ready to take him in, you regain his attention and he watches you slowly take in his inches down your mouth, stopping halfway before your wide-open mouth hollows out. Your full mouth immediately waters around him and it doesn’t take long before you’re a drooling mess all over his cock. You pull back torturously slow, looking back down watching his cock reappear and loving the way it disappears back in, and especially how it feels when it drags through your mouth, taking note of the veins and unique ridges.

“Don’t be like that, doll,” he says, wiping some of the hair away from your face, “come on and show me why they don’t stop talking about you,” he coaxes, now gathering some of your locks in his hand to completely give you both a clear view. He tries his best to not take the lead, but you don’t disappoint as your mouth works faster on him. The gagging and sucking, mixed with Bucky’s moans of pleasure soon become the soundtrack.

You’d gradually take him more and more in, close to deep throating him, and you’re just ready to let up, but he can’t help it and before your last round, he holds your head in place.

“Don’t quit now, baby,” he encourages you, placing his other hand on the back of your head, keeping you still and carefully starts to thrust his hips, urging you to take him all the way, “...that’s it, you can do it, you can take it,” he releases a big sigh feeling the tip of your nose bump his lower abdomen. The moisture builds up in the inner corner of your eyes and you do your best to mind your breathing and not choke.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but shout when he feels your throat contract around him. You just looked so divine, mouth full of his cock. He keeps you there for a few seconds, before releasing his hold, and you immediately pull back, drool dribbles down your chin, and you’re desperate for oxygen to return back into your system. He grabs your face by your chin forcing you to look up at him.

He uses his fingers to scoop up some of the mixed fluids of his arousal and your saliva at your chin before presenting it in front of you. You easily read his mind, look up at him with big, watery eyes, and take his coated digits in your abused mouth sucking the juices clean off him. 

He growls and commends you, “...such a good girl.” When he slips his fingers out of your mouth, a small pop could faintly be heard, he gently yanks at your hair, craning your head back further, it’s almost painful but you don’t care, “do it again,” he demands.

You bite your lip and reposition yourself. Bucky settles in a more comfortable position on his back, completely rid of his pants and underwear, his legs spread open for you to lie between them. Before you get back to the job, you slip your tight top off, all-natural breasts spilling out and on display for him. His cock twitches at the sight and he lets his head fall back when he’s once more fully encased in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

When he finally starts begging you to let up, you pull back slowly pumping him and watch his every move, the rise of his chest as it heaves from the activity, the way he runs his hands over his face. He’s absolutely stunned by your performance so far.

“On your back,” he says, and you do as he commands, and forget who is supposed to really be in charge. He yanks your leggings and panties all the way down, chucking them behind him somewhere in the corner of the room.

“You’re so sexy,” he compliments, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, hands getting their fill. His body dips, lips latching onto your breasts, kissing at the skin and sucking on each nipple before they make their way up the juncture of your neck and claim your lips again.

You feel his tongue run along your bottom lip, and they part to grant him full access. You barely notice how he takes a hold of one of your hands, he pulls his face away to bring the hand in his grasp up to your face, using your fingers to trace the outline of your lips. You see him inaudibly instruct you to open your mouth, you do as you’re told.

“That’s right get those fingers nice and wet,” he coaxes you to suck on your own digits until he deems you ready for the next move. When he finally does pull your fingers out from your mouth, he extends your arm, ghosting them just over your pussy.

“Play with that clit,” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice. Your pussy was begging for any kind of attention. You let your wet fingers roll over the bundle of nerves, puffs of breath escape your body as you’re finally attending to your own needs.

Bucky sits back and watches you intently, fascinated by your every move. He instructs you to close your eyes and listen to his voice, instructing you to go slow at first, “does that feel good?” the only reply he gets is a fast nod, “yeah? Make yourself feel good...that’s it,” his words only encourage your fingers to soon work faster, “let me hear how good it feels,” he demands, and you moan and whine like the true pornstar you are, your circular motions speed up, the lewd noises egg him on and soon enough he wants a taste.

“Let me help you out,” and you feel the bed shift a bit, “spread those wet lips for me,” he requests. You use both hands to invite him into your wet, glistening hole. You pick your head up to see his face buried between your thighs, you watch just long enough until each broad lick up and down your pussy sends you close to the edge.

He no longer needs the support of your hands, and they find purchase in his dark, fluffy hair as he starts sucking on your clit and tonguing your folds. At first, you’re doing a good job keeping your legs apart to accommodate him, but it gets harder and harder for them to not clamp around his head, with every nudge the tip of his nose makes at your clit and it doesn’t help your case when he inserts a finger inside you. With a good curl, his finger scratches dangerously close to your sweet spot, causing your legs to start quivering.

The sudden hitch in your breathing catches his attention, and Bucky tests the waters more by digging in deeper and curling in further. He notices the increasing agitation and knows he’s found the trigger.

“Bucky,” you whine, hoping he doesn’t push you over just yet. You want to last longer, and so you reluctantly attempt to scoot back further away, but the sudden strong grip  he has around your leg locks you in place. You pick your head back up and find Bucky’s eyes trained on you. You see the stoic look in his eyes laced with determination. Oh no, he wanted you to come now. You feel a hum from his full mouth, only pushing you further.  

“Don’t hold back,” he says against your pussy, “let go,” and the gruff in his voice, vibrating against you, his thick digits still curled deep inside you, you can’t hold back the floodgates from bursting any longer.

He laps up your arousal as you desperately try to regain composure. He really pulled one out of you, proving he was as every bit good as he put out and you’re not even close to the end of this scene.  

“Come here,” he says, getting back on his knees and pulling you up by your arms so you’re in an up-right sitting position once again, but with Bucky still towering over you, “open up.”

You comply and open your mouth wide, tongue out, not understanding his motive, and you’re met with full surprise when he spits in your mouth, a firm grip on your face, he holds you still.

“Don’t swallow,” he gravely warns. You feel and probably look stupid not knowing what he wants you to do with your mouth open wide and full of his spit mingling with your arousal, just trying to keep it all contained. Bucky was testing your patience and obedience and you passed every test so far. You were just the right amount of submissive, absolutely perfect.

You can feel his hard cock pressing up against your sensitive pussy, it slides up between your folds and the base rests on top of your mound. “Drool it out...on my cock,” he instructs. Oh. He guides your gaze down between your bodies, you purse your lips, and both watch as the liquid cascades down onto his erect member. He uses it to lube himself up before he pushes you down to lie flat on your back.

Bucky slowly but easily slips inside your wet channel but notices your slight struggle. He was big, and he gets it. The way your eyes are tightly shut, hands pulling at the sheets, you struggle to breath and your walls cruelly grip him tight. Normally, he’d just pound away until his partner got used to him, but he didn’t want to do that with you. He wanted you to enjoy feeling him.

He tries to help you relax by rubbing your thighs a little with soothing motions, when they fall limp on either side, he leans down, you feel the cool metal of his dog tags against your heated skin, his weight sort of comforting on yours, and arms entrapping your head. He lovingly calls out your name, and your eyes flutter open, your attention refocusing on him.

“We’ll go at your pace, alright?” he assures you. You curse yourself for allowing your heart to swell at his concern, but you nod giving him permission to move slowly. Your whimpers soon transition into pleasurable moans, the more your body begins to adjust to his.

“Damn, you’re so tight. You’ve never been stretched out like this by anyone before have you?” he dares ask, once he sees it’s a safe playing field once more, his hips moving slow, his cock sliding in and out of you. You attempt at a laugh between your ragged breathing and the intense sensation coursing through you.

“No,” you respond and kiss at his chin, the light stubble pricking your soft lips, “you’re so big.” You feel his cock twitch inside and you want to curse yourself again at the comment that unintentionally riles him up because he was nestled close to your spot again. Fuck, he could reach just the right depth in you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you don’t want to go slow anymore. Fuck Wanda and this movie, you wanted all of Bucky now, “please fuck me,” you resort to begging. He inwardly growls and his hips start snapping forward, thrusts growing hard and uncalculated. You just lie there and allow him to use your pussy for his pleasure.

Bucky’s movements falter a bit in this position, so he steers both your bodies on their sides, still facing each other, he slings your leg high up over his hips, and resumes his task. His cock glides right back in your pussy and the new angle causes you to yelp and walls to clench around him.

“You feel so good,” his voice riddled with so much lust as he brings your body closer to his with a hand behind, full of your plushest asset. Your head rests on the bicep of his other arm that was underneath it.

Bucky’s expressive eyes ask you if you're close, and the more your walls continue to grip him, he starts begging for you to come with him. “I’m gonna cum,” he warns, giving up and letting you take the rest of the lead.

“Yeah?” you huff out, your fingers digging into the side of his hips, “you want to cum inside me?” You know he does; you can feel and see it written all over him, but you want to just poke at him like he had with you, “I want you to...I want all your cum inside me, Bucky,” and you wanted him to cum hard, deep inside, “fill my tight pussy up, please,” you plead.

With one more jab of his hips, your back arches and head is thrown back, you can’t help but let out a scream as your orgasm rips right through you like it’s never before. Bucky’s body on the other hand caves into yours, feeling almost paralyzed as your tight walls hold him in place and all he can do is bury his face into the sweaty skin of your neck.

His mouth hangs open, a plethora of profanities coming out of him, and he waits for his cock to finish spewing ropes of his hot, thick cum into you. Your walls can’t help but to involuntarily contract in small aftershocks, especially when he’s still coming.

Bucky continues to moan as he does as you hoped, he came hard and deep inside you. When you’ve both finally come down from the high, it’s silent, and even though you’d both long forgotten you were on a set with multiple people watching you two, they were also quiet, completely taken back by the performance.

Incoherent cries come out of each of you, when Bucky agonizingly pulls his cock out. For the most part you’re able to keep him inside, but he’d proven to come so much some of it seeps out and runs down in streak fashion along your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

In your last act, as your gazes meet each other again, your fingers dip inside your soaked cunt and coat them. Hypnotized by you, Bucky watches as you greedily suck off his essence from your digits, and you evoke a small hum in his favor at the taste bursting in your mouth.  

Bucky bites at his bottom lip, trying to not lose it again. When your hand disappears, he tenderly wipes the matted hair away from your face, smoothing your hair back before pulling your body close again, swooping your lips for a deep kiss.

“Shit, you’re good,” he admits, when he pulls away, effectively breaking the blissful silence. You bust out in a fit of giggles beside him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He’s not sure what he’s feeling, but it’s not something you’re supposed to feel towards your co-star, especially in the porn industry.    

He smiles at you, basking in your afterglow and all he knows is that he wants to feel this high with you over and over, so he decides to risk it all, “I hope this doesn’t ruin the moment, but can I take you out some time?”

You try your best to read him, wondering if he was just still in the heat of the moment. Either he’s really good or he’s being sincere, you can’t tell and you’re hoping you’re not overthinking it, but his eyes, this whole time, were what gave him away. He performed with them and he definitely spoke through them.

Before you could accept and give him a definite answer, you’re both brought back to reality, “we’re still rolling here!” Wanda reminds.

A/N: Thank the pain meds for this. I think I effectively used up my vacation days the right way, won’t you agree? Likes, reblogs and comments/emojis are appreciated! 

[butterfly--empress]

BnHA...Rant...Sort of...

I was trying to wait until the series finished but I feel like adding two cents worth of salt right now.

I won’t say, BnHA is terrible, but it hasn’t been really all that great either. I still enjoy it and it’s still fun to have the show replay in the background while i’m doing something else when bored. It’s also fun to see people’s reactions to the show.

However, I can’t help but feel like the story has lost some of the mojo it had in the beginning. 

Again, I don’t claim to know or think I know better than Hori what he ultimately decides to do or how he wants to go about writing his own story.

But IMHO, it really feels like he wanted to have his cake and eat it too with the overall conflict in his story and it feels jarring if not very satisfying. We know this because even before I got into the series, this fandom seemed already split. 

I mean, fandom is going to fandom but the general criticisms (ones not salty that their fanon headcanons didn’t come true) I have seen is the handling of certain characters and story arcs. 

Which I have to agree with in some regard.

What I mean by ‘Have his cake and eat it too’

Horikoshi on one hand seems like he wants to tell a deep complex compelling story, at the same time, writing the typical battle shounen that isn’t meant to be that deep. 

And I think this is what frustrates people. I personally don’t mind if BnHA was ‘deep, dark complex, etc’ but I also don’t mind it being a run of the mill shounen either. It could have easily been both but I personally think the author fails to deliver on this honestly. 

IMHO, I think this is one of those moments where the author should have stuck to one and tried not to do so much. 

I say this because Hori introduces heavy topics, in the very beginning for our main protagonist’s origin story but then those issues are never brought up again, and if they are, they are treated as non issues (or comedic gags that if one can’t remove the bullying Izuku suffered under Bakugou, just comes off in bad taste). 

You can’t have it both ways. If Hori wanted the ‘rivalry’ between Izuku and Katsuki to be treated as your typical rivalry in every other shounen, he shouldn’t have even introduced their relationship the way he had. (Katsuki could have still been an asshole character/rival without the bullying). 

This is why on one hand: There’s people who don’t think the relationship between Katsuki and Izuku is all that serious, while you have people who thinks the opposite is true and are rightfully upset/frustrated that there’s no pay off to be had even now as far as current manga chapter 342. Because the author couldn’t be assed to stick to a writing conviction without waffling around with his own characters and arcs, despite him deciding along the way to change his mind. (There’s also the hot topic that because of his favoritism of Bakugou, the story falls weak on expanding on other characters that in all honesty, desperately needed the character development. But good well rounded character development can also go flat too when you already start out with a large cast of characters, it gets worse when an author starts to favor one or two characters outside of the main character, when the story has no reason for the ‘writer’s pet’ to even be present, this is even worse still when said character(s) are written to getaway with things that the narrative established they shouldn’t getaway with). 

This is the reason why I personally do not like any of the villains at all. 

Except for All For One, that fucker amuses me to no end and I think I only like him because Hori has not yet tried to woobify him like he did the rest. 

Hori introduces grey morality, which is fine. I like grey morality, I even enjoy characters, protagonists and villains alike when they’re showered in grey morality and are humans with flaws. 

The problem for me is again, Hori tries to throw in shades of grey but still writes in black and white.

In other words; He wants to have it both ways. You can’t tell me Hero society is corrupt and the villains might have a point, when you aren’t really showing me this is in fact true. While no society is not without its flaws. BnHA has only shown me:

A) Regardless of their reasons, regardless of things like quirk discrimination (especially when the author fails to address this as a societal problem/treats it as a non issue) Heroes are still shown to be inherently good and society doesn’t seem all that corrupt.

B) With the argument of maybe Stain’s reasons, your not showing me much of anything the LoV wants to do to change society. All I get from them is they want to destroy it because unfortunate tragic backstories. *shrugs* It’s rather weak.

‘Everyone has a sudden tragic backstory’ is not enough to get me invested in what Tomura and the LoV are doing. They had already annoyed me, (but when they were just shown to be villains who enjoyed being villains that was okay) but this need to make them all of a sudden sympathetic is jarring to me when I have yet to see anything from them in all of the 300+ plus chapters that would imply they can feel things like, remorse, guilt, empathy, or even compassion for anyone, outside of their little group. Or even the willingness to change for the better. (See, Gentle Criminal and La Brava)

They are not vigilantes, they aren’t ‘well intentioned extremists’ with moral ambiguity. So the eventual redemption/atonement this story is trying to force me to accept is not going to have a good pay off. It just seems wholly uncharacteristic to all of a sudden have Deku/the young heroes redeem the LoV, after all the destruction they caused and is shown to actually impact these characters. 

So, Like Gran Torino said: Fuck them kids. 

This is worse when you factor in, with the exception of Endeavor, (whose not a corrupt hero, he’s just a shitty father/husband but he’s damn good at his job, REGARDLESS OF HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HIM) where is the corruption? And I’m going to stop you right here if you try to come at me about stuff that happens in the Vigilante manga. I should not have to go read a separate story (written by another person mind you with Hori’s blessing btw) that explains how corrupted Hero society really is (if it’s even brought up at all in that series).

The moral ambiguity of Hero society should have came up I’ll say fuck, if not season 1 at least with the later half of season two, especially when we had the Stain fight. This would have been a good time to start to introduce the HPSC as this corrupt gov agency which would have really shown that okay, maybe Stain isn’t some hypocritical raving lunatic that’s a cold blooded murderer, he has a point and maybe we can really say, the corruption of hero society led to him turning out the way he did.

We also should have gotten more ambiguous heroes to really balance out this whole moral conflict. 

Waiting this late in the story to try to make these things matter feels like weak writing. It’s not going to have as much as an impact as say the All For One vs All Might fight did for me. While I have confidence Hori will pull off memorable fight scenes for the final showdown (because he’s really great at that and I cannot wait to see what he does) unfortunately, the story’s end isn’t going to be as great as I think it could be or was meant to be (unless he does something to make me eat my fucking words and I will gladly eat my words) but as it’s looking now, I really doubt it. 

I have the same issue with the UA traitor subplot. I don’t have a problem it waited this late to be revealed. But it feels like a cheap ‘shock moment’ with no pay off. If this subplot was sprinkled throughout the story as something that’s serious, or even at one point had the students start questioning if there’s really a traitor. Only to come out with nothing, then I think this reveal would have been more impactful but that’s just me. 

In conclusion: BnHA is a story that might have started out being more than your typical shounen but in the end turn out to be a typical shounen to the surprise of no one and to the frustration of many. (unless BnHA was your first rodeo into anime/manga than I feel for you).

TL:DR version, if you’re not going to stick to your writing convictions to delve deeply into mature subject matters, when your focus is just writing a simple cool fighting action story about good vs evil, maybe...don’t delve too deeply into moral ambiguity and introducing mature subject matters in your story when you decide to not treat them with the nuance and maturity they rightfully deserve. (No matter how much you change your mind along the way in writing a story.)

That’s all I sayin.