#but I should still keep my options open. I think I’m up against 10 other people for the reporter position

[bich-the-moss]

Aogh ?!

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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Bring Me Home: Arc 2 Part 10

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Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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The sun was high in the sky when Tim stirred the next morning. He and Bart were the only ones still in the guest room; Cassie and Conner must’ve gotten up already.

Bart had an arm tossed over his torso and his head was shoved into the pillow inches from Tim’s. No way to extricate himself without waking his friend, so he let his eyes close again. It was a long night and they deserved a lie-in.

But it was not to be. Moments later, the door banged open and Conner was there.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!” he called out. “Breakfast is ready!”

Bart grumbled into the pillow and Tim nudged him with his elbow. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, “Don’t think we’re gonna be given a choice, Bart.”

“But, Rooob,” Bart complained, “you’re comfy.”

Tim yawned. Cassie ran into the room and jumped on the base of the bed.

“Come on, guys! It’s almost noon!”

“That early?” asked Tim. “I changed my mind. Give us another hour.” He covered his eyes with his arm and tried to roll over without displacing Bart’s arm. Bart pulled him closer.

“You’ve gotten like twenty calls from Bruce, Tim. You might want to answer them.”

Shit, Bruce. Tim missed morning check in and Bruce must be panicking. He grumbled and pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard. “B’s a worrywart.”

“Dick’s called a few times too,” added Cassie.

“They’re both worrywarts.” Tim yawned and held out his hand, and Conner passed over his phone.

Bart sat up next to him with his own grumbles and rested his head on Tim’s shoulder so he could see the screen as well.

Conner had only been slightly exaggerating. Ten new calls from Bruce, three from Dick, and one from Alfred. His texts, on the other hand…

Tim opened the group chat and sent a message.

Tim: We’re fine. Just had a late night and needed to sleep in.

After a moment’s hesitation, he added,

Tim: Return will be delayed by a few days. Will give ETA when I have more information.

Immediately, he received an incoming call from Bruce. Bart laughed against his cheek.

“No way am I sticking around for a bat interrogation. Kon, you mentioned breakfast? Are the Drs Fenton around?”

“Nope, they’re gone,” said Cassie.

Tim answered the call as Bart pushed off the bed. He and Cassie left discussing breakfast options.

“Hey, B,” said Tim as soon as the call connected.

“Report, Robin. What happened? Why’d you miss check-in?”

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to. Stayed up late catching up with my friend and then overslept this morning. Everything’s fine.” Tim expertly ignored Conner’s raised eyebrow. Why did everyone make such a big deal about lying to Batman?

“Hn.” Shit, that was Bruce’s I’m-not-sure-I-should-believe-you ‘Hn.’

Tim let the silence drag on. If he got too defensive, Bruce would absolutely know he was lying through his teeth.

“You just overslept?”

“Yep. Stayed up late playing a video game. It had to do with ghosts.” And sprinkle in just a bit of truth.

“Set an alarm for tomorrow. Do not miss any further check ins. When will you be returning? I need to arrange attendance with your school.” Bruce was clearly not happy.

“It’ll probably be a few more days. I’ll give you an update on this evening’s check-in. After Danny gets back from school.”

“I want all your homework completed by the time you return to Gotham, Tim.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you need help with transportation?”

“Nah. Conner’s agreed to take me back.” Not that he had asked. He looked up at Conner and raised an eyebrow in question.

Conner rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly and nodded. Tim grinned back and gave him a thumbs up.

“Very well. Is his phone working yet?”

“Uh, let me ask.” Tim looked up to Conner. “Is your phone working yet?”

Conner shook his head. “Nah, they weren’t able to get to it. But Cassie’s and Bart’s are.”

Tim relayed the information to Bruce who merely hummed. “Very well. Your next check in will occur before nine PM, Tim.”

“You’ve got it, B. Talk to you then!” Before Bruce could ask any more questions or begin to doubt his lies, Tim ended the call.

“Dude, I can’t believe how easily you lie to him.”

Tim shrugged. “I don’t get why people think it’s such a big deal. You just have to know what he’d expect and play into that. So long as he doesn’t learn Danny is also a superhero, this’ll be easy. And my chats with Danny are so encrypted not even Bruce will be able to hack them.”

Conner just shook his head. “Whatever you say. Now, come on downstairs. Cassie and I’ve been listening to the news and we’ll give you the rundown on what’s going on.”

“Where are our hosts anyway?” asked Tim as he followed Conner through the house.

“They went to Danny’s school to give an assembly on ghost safety and help implement some new security protocols for the students.”

“Danny’s not gonna like that.”

On the way down the stairs, Tim heard the voice of a newscaster.

“…why Phantom has hidden his connection to the Justice League. Perhaps we were too quick to judge him a menace. Though the Fentons still insist that all ghosts are merely posthumous consciousness implanted on ectoplasm and evil. I suppose we will just have to see. Either way, the combined work of Phantom and the Teen Titans has appeared to scare away the invasion last night. Due to their hard work, no casualties occurred, however the city did suffer hundreds of thousands in property damage.”

Cassie passed him a bowl of cereal and selection of protein bars. “We heeded your warning about cooking, so you’re stuck with a cold breakfast of stuff Kon and I picked up at the store.”

“Thanks.” Tim took it and started eating. “So what do we know?”

“The ghosts seem to have disappeared,” said Cassie. “But I don’t know if I trust it. They could be hanging around invisible or possessing people. The Fentons left for Danny’s school about half an hour ago and according to the news, the mayor will be there as well.”

“We’re hoping that’ll be broadcasted as well,” added Conner. “Considering how many times the mayor said he’d be at the school this morning when he was giving his press conference, I feel like he’ll want it publicized as much as possible.”

Tim nodded. “At least by publicly associating with him, our presence seems to have helped Danny’s reputation as a hero in the town. He’s been struggling with that.”

Bart snorted. “Wonder why. His parents love his alter ego so much.”

On the TV, the newscaster said, “Now, let’s switch to our correspondent live in Casper High!”

“Looks like it’s starting! Think we’ll see Danny in the crowd?” asked Bart.

Tim shrugged and moved until he was sitting right in front of the TV, eating mechanically as the mayor proved he was only there for the photo-op.

At least until the assembly was interrupted when a giant humanoid-wolf creature attacked. “Shit,” said Tim as he tried to call Danny.

Who of course didn’t pick up.

“I’ll go see if there’s anything we can do to help!” said Bart who was gone before Tim could agree or disagree.

Five minutes later, his phone rang. He set it to speaker before answering. “What’s going on?”

“The wolf escaped, but Danny wants us to stay put. His parents will be returning soon and he doesn’t want us to raise any suspicions. Since this time it’s only one ghost, he should be able to handle it.”

Tim ground his teeth. “Fine. But tell him to keep us in the loop.”

“Will do!”

The call disconnected. And a minute later, he had a new group message.

Danny: Hey, Tim. I’ve added Sam and Tuck to a group chat to keep you up to date at Bart’s request.

Tim let out a breath and added Cassie, Bart, and Conner.

Tim: I’ve added my friends to make it even easier Tucker: Tell Conner I’ll work on his phone as soon as school’s over Tim: He says thanks

And then Bart was back.

Tim sighed. “So I guess we’re sitting tight until the Drs Fenton return. I feel blind right now.”

Cassie sat next to him and bumped their shoulders. “We’ll figure this one out just like we have all the ones before.”

Conner sandwiched him on the other side. “Yep. And the Fentons don’t seem like the type to hide information. They’ll tell us everything we want to know.”

“You’re both right. We’ll fix this and be home before we know it.”

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here's the stupid fucking murder-suicide wip enjoy. or don't

tw: murder suicide. obviously. if there's a gore scale and 1 is a trigger warning, 7 is "your eyes drip down your face", and 10 is 777, this is probably 6? if that makes any sense to you. or 7 ig idk

also solar eclipse li lon

also also i may or may not reuse part of this in an ao3 thing so if you see this on my ao3 don't get mad it's ok that's why i'm posting it here

That night, at the exact time of too late, Heart opens his door without permission and slips into Mind’s bed as if it’s his own.

Casually, Heart presses his lips to Mind’s neck. “(You want this, right?)”

Mind should say no, but that would be one of the worst lies Mind has ever told. 

“[Yes.]” Somehow he can keep the “please,” trapped in his mouth, but the word still sounds like a plea.

Heart doesn’t hesitate before he bites. That sentence sums up Heart as a whole - Mind would think, if he were capable of thinking much at all.

“[Why do you want this?]” Why do you want me? After everything I’ve done?

Heart just hums. His mouth is occupied.

When Heart lifts his head, Mind’s color on his lips, he responds. “(I’m a violent person.)”

“[That doesn’t mean you have to do this.]”

Heart drops his head back down to the junction of Mind’s neck and shoulder. “(What if I’m just hungry, if you want an explanation so much?)”

“[Why do you want me?]” Mind immediately regrets the question. It was genuine, so genuine it scalds.

Heart sighs. “(Listen, there are some emotions that can’t be explained, and some things you are never meant to know, and this is both.)”

“[Try for me.]”

“(There was never any option, with you. I could never have not loved you if I had tried. We will live together until we die together.)” Heart tilted Mind’s head forward. “(Kiss me?)”

Heart’s lips were just as soft on Mind’s as they were on Mind’s neck. Mind could taste nothing but his blood. It was appropriate, for Heart. Exactly as he would’ve imagined.

“(Do you love me?)”

“[It’s as you said. There was never any other option.]”

“(Do you want to die?)”

Mind hesitates. “[Of course not.]” He needs to be sure about this. One of them needs to want life, after all. 

Would his death be pretty? It would be, if Heart did it. Blood pouring down like rain from the sky, like something natural, something right. Heart’s love and its endpoint. All of a sudden, Mind’s mouth is dry. [All of a sudden. Has he never lied awake and wished to learn how to tie a rope? Has he never made chocolate milk for Heart expecting the other to summon his gun without even wiping away the remnant of it?]

“(That’s a shame.)”

Heart lies down and Mind encircles his arms around him.

“(‘Cause I want to. Wouldn’t it be great? Don’t you want to die with me? I can bite you open until you’re unrecognizable. Or you could take out your knife, plunge it into my heart. It’d be great.)” Heart’s words run together, manic. Unhealthy.

“[Do you think it’d be pretty?]” 

And Mind enables him. Because he itches for it. Now that Heart mentions it, it’s as if something Mind had never noticed was there has been opened. Mind never should’ve started imagining his death, never should’ve started wanting it more than anything he’s ever wanted before, never should’ve-

He can’t stop. Heart has whittled a hole in him. It isn’t big. Mind shouldn’t even notice it. But it’s there, and everything Mind is is spilling out. Mind widens the hole, anticipation rising in his gut. To lose himself. To die. To stick his hand in.

Has some wire been crossed in his brain? Why is Mind like this?

Heart hums agreement against him. “(Summon your knife. Please. Cut me open.)”

Ruin me, Juno. Please. Please. Please-

Mind summons his knife. Heart is already ruining him.

To widen the hole. 

“[Do you want me to tear through your hoodie, or-]”

Heart lifts his hoodie and throws it.

“(Are you actually going to. Kill me.)”

“[We’ll see. Unless you don’t want me to?]”

Heart pauses, perhaps really, actually considering the idea. 

“(It’s not like there’s much to live for here anyway.)”

Mind presses the tip of the knife to Heart’s chest, the skin tearing open easier than it should, avoiding ruminating on Heart’s sentence.

Heart relaxes under him. “(Do you think Soul will be mad?)”

Mind laughs. It strikes him this is going to be one of his last laughs. In spite of that, or maybe because of it, he smiles, purposefully. “[He might be glad. It’s finally an excuse to kill himself.]”

“(…God, we’re fucked up, aren’t we?)”

Mind sticks his hand into Heart’s wound, opening it further. Blood seeps into every one of his joints, he can tell by the way his hand isn’t quite following his whims, unable to open or close properly. 

Still, Mind flexes it. He is going to get into Heart’s ribcage. He will pry away each rib, until it’s just him and the culmination of all Heart is. And, well - 

Is Mind happy, really, about killing Heart? He should be.

[Mind wants to harmonize their tones-]

Mind is happy. Somewhat. He wants to cover his hands with Heart’s blood.

“[This is always how it was going to end up.]” 

Mind is the only one speaking. Even now, Heart is pathetic, unable to string a sentence together. 

There’s something to be made of how only now he appreciates how utterly useless Heart is at living. There is always something to be made of everything. Can’t Mind just irrationally enjoy his crime scene?

He doesn’t even have to consider Heart’s death, because he will be dying right after, so it isn’t important. It isn’t.

Mind drags his hand out, painstakingly. Heart’s wings twitch as if to curl in, to protect himself from the fate he brought on. 

Without reason, he tastes Heart’s blood. It’s iron and warm and real and more than he deserves.

They were always destined to die. This is one of the better ways to go.

Mind can be irrational, this once. 

Heart’s wings are soft. They stain so easily, like this was meant to be. Heart whimpers, his feathers shifting as if he’s trying to both run away and lean in closer. 

“[Do you like this, Juno?]”

“(I-)” Heart’s voice breaks, and he doesn’t restart. The syllable just hangs there, like vindication. 

Mind pulls Heart close. Blood seeps into his shirt. “[You know I love you, right?]”

Heart hums agreement, wiping at his eyes as if he could cry. “(I love you too.)”

All Mind can hear is Heart’s ragged breathing. Mind loves Heart.

This is all he could want.

Mind digs into Heart’s wound, still holding onto him. 

Heart shakes as Mind snaps away his ribs. Touching flesh that should never have been exposed.

Heart’s pulse thrums through his body. His breath quickens, like he’s having a panic attack.

Mind shushes him, running through his curls, bloodying them. Imagine if they were simply dyeing each other’s hair, right now.

Mind laughs because there isn’t anything else he can do.

For someone who can’t, Heart sounds awfully like he’s crying, like tears are running down his face and he just can’t stop himself, just can’t shut himself up, like it’s all too much for him.

As Mind invades more and more of his ribcage, he whines like he’s about to break down crying, like there’s nothing else he can do, like a dog.

It’s beautiful.

“[Are you sure?]”

Heart nods.

“[Say it.]”

“(Yes.)”

Mind finds Heart’s heart and cradles it in his hand, lifting it from Heart’s chest, gently. 

Something oddly like despair joins the thrill in his chest.

Mind doesn’t want to kill himself. He wants Heart to touch him in the same way he has touched Heart.

“[Juno. Summon your gun for me.]”

Heart does so, pressing it to Mind’s temple without needing to be told.

Heart tries to laugh, but it comes out without any mirth at all. “(On the count of three?)”

“[One, two-]”

Heart fires.

[escargot4free00]

Tonight was one of the few  times I’ve walked alone in the streets on Paris since my arrival as it gets dark/is dark. After a heavily emotional day, saying goodbye to my best friend who I won’t see in a year, and cleaning the house for hours finding copious spider dens and dealing with water problems amongst other things, being exhausted and anxious almost to my wits ends. I tried to keep my cool the entire day. As I decided to trek to the other side of Paris, to stay my brothers’ house, I find that I’m locked out, with two heavy bags and having forgotten to eat dinner. I am so hungry, but the closest supermarket closed 5 minutes earlier. So I take my bags and walk to the next supermarket, with 10 minutes to spare before all the grocery stores would be shut. It’s still light outside and im walking as super paced as I possibly can to make it in time. Each street I walk down is crevice filled with men, who blatantly stare and talk at me as if I was a kind of prey. I don’t think I saw one woman out on the street. On the corner of the supermarket as I approach the sliding doors, three boys are playing soccer, and one of them keeps staring me up and down up and down, until he charges at me with his entire body weight with the ball, throwing himself on top of me so as to literally assert his physical dominance. He bows me kisses and tries to brush his weight against me again but I quickly bolt between the supermarket doors. The only woman I see walking around is a homeless woman who I have seen around. She didn’t make eye contact with anyone. As I get to the counter the man at the checkout creepily winks at me. I had to instantly look down from the overwhelming discomfort and shudders in my spine. He suddenly holds up a bag of chips that I had taken and begins yelling « did you rip this open « . I say no of course not - like ,,,, no I didn’t rip the fucking chip packet before buying it and giving it to him at the fucking checkout. Why would I do that. He signals for the security guard who towers over me. He tells him to take me to the cameras to check for whether I opened the chip packet on screen. I am literally on the verge of a full breakdown as he’s just yelling at me, swiping between screens showing sections of the supermarket. I repeat myself over and over that I didn’t rip the fcking packet open, that would make absolutely no sense, I was paying for it either way! They keep me there until they decide they're ready to stop giving a fuck. Just making sure I have just enough exposure to enough people, humiliated and in tears. They shove the packet into my chest and say they’re closing so I have to now pay. They tell me not to come back but then give me a smile and a wink as I leave. At this point I’m genuinely depleted, im so tired. I walk a 10 minute longer route so I don’t have to face the men through the smaller streets. On my alternative route, with 2% on my phone, I receive 4 different men at different points blatantly yelling at me, telling me I should go home with them, asking for a kiss, telling me not to walk so fast and asking why I don’t look at them. 

I’ve genuinely never felt myself get to the point of completely defencelessness in the presence of men. But when we have no options but to cop it or bare the potential dangers of reciprocating and verbalising your discomfort and anger, then we’re essentially just fucked. 

[angeldarkrose]

I was happy. I had my life. I finally started living after being addicted to pills for a while. I found myself. I could smile without a back thought saying to die. But that’s gone. All because someone couldn’t send a full message asking to be friends. Knowing everything. Knowing all about my abuse, how my past was used against me, knowing about the addiction, knowing about my self-harm it still happened? But it wasn’t supposed to hurt me? I’m still so confused by that. I opened up to people I thought were real about things that are very harmful to mental health. But turns out it was all fake. Now? Now everything is so different. I can’t look into a mirror and have a real smile or like the way I look. I can’t get a friend request without think that the person isn’t real. I’m still trying to gain the weight I lost back from first whole situation. Knowing damn well I lost someone to death, they faked it. Full on faked it but yet it wasn’t supposed to hurt me. I tempted my life twice back in october and they knew. But still continued to keep going. I can’t go out anymore. The only thoughts in my head the last month have been how much longer. How can I do this without actually leaving the ones I love. Why do I still have to wake up. What did I do to deserve it. The hobby I once loved of skating has become a chore. I can’t skate more than a mile without being drained. I used to do 17!! I’ve begged for help but nothing has been done. So, I gave up and due to the hurt I gained an attitude. I’ve been alone my entire life basically and this added to it. Everyone I used to live with hates me or uses me. Siblings? No longer speak. Parents? Two of them ignore me or tell me that it’s over and I should just leave it alone. But I can’t. The other when I bring it up tries to tell me about his job as if it’s the same thing. I have nobody here with me. I wake up and clean the house. I cook breakfast. I write. I make lunch. I do the dishes and take a nap. I get up and cook dinner then go back to bed. I live with 4 people but see nobody daily. They all have their groups. All because of an unsent message. I just want to smile again. I want to laugh and for it to be real. I want to feel loved. But I haven’t in so long. Not real love anyway. I don’t even want to be here anymore but leaving isn’t an option. It fails every time and I have no idea what else to do. My shoulders are heavy. My heart is heavy. I fully gave up my coping mechanism. Everything is hidden or gone. I hide blades too now. I talk shit to myself daily. I deserve everything that has happened to me. I don’t deserve happiness. I put up this happy front in public if I can go now. I push around the cart and laugh. Make jokes about the stuffed animals and toys. But in my head all I can think of is what if they don’t know this is the last laugh they’ll have from me. I’m told I’m one of the earths greatest gifts and I deserve everything good. But why do the people who tell me that do the exact opposite, I don’t understand it. I’m done. I’m at my limit I just want to know what else is fake. Is everything back to nornal now? Nothing will be for me now. I have therapy again and more medication. We’ll see it if works. Doubt it will. But oh well. Nobody cares. I miss that orange bottle. My best friend right there. I fought so hard just to fall back down. I gave so many chances. I gave the evil the pathway. Treated them like friends because little did I know that’s who they truly were. But not friends at all in any sense. I just want this all to be forgotten but I can’t. I truly can’t. I don’t like it. Everything I knew the past year was a lie. How do you just go away from that. How do you move on? Today is 10 months without the person I loved the most and it doesn’t get easier either. I’m just so done.

[kimoralov3]

Peace and Quiet

Requested by: Anonymous Word Count: 2187 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x reader Warnings: swearing, the avengers working against pietro and the reader, i don't remember what pronouns i used for the reader so maybe fem reader maybe nb reader???, clint in the vents, i will put sambucky anywhere i can, there's lying if that bothers you, and i imagine that pietro and wanda still have their accents, also wanda and pietro being siblings

Living with at least 10 people was enough of a headache.

Dating with this amount of people constantly around? Even bigger headache.

Secretly dating one of those 10 people with the other 9 people around, one of whom is his sister? That’s a full blown fucking headache.

One that you and your boyfriend— Pietro Maximoff— were currently living. 

The two of you and Steve had just gotten home from a mission, so you were free for the next week or so after you filled out all your paperwork. You and Pietro decided that this would be the perfect time for a date.

What the two of you didn’t take into account was the fact that there was always someone bothering the two of you.

You were getting ready in your room— you and Pietro were going to sneak onto the rooftop for a small picnic— when you were interrupted by a soft knocking on your door. You groaned, already dreading who and what could be on the other side. “Who is it?” You yelled, using your powers to open the door. 

Steve peeks his head in before walking in all the way. “Hey Y/N, are you finished with your mission reports? I need them before the day is over.”

“Oh yeah, I’m finished. They’re on my nightstand.” You said as you looked at him through the vanity mirror. You watch as he grabs the small stack of papers and then turns to face you. “Anything else you need?”

“No, that’s all; thank you. Are you going on a date or something?” He asks, finally taking in the fact that your hair was done and you were applying makeup.

Shit, I need to think of a lie. “Oh, no. There’s this uh, there’s this art exhibit that I’ve been meaning to check out.” You try to keep your voice even as you apply your mascara. 

Steve hums and nods. “Oh, cool. I didn’t know that you liked art. Anyways, have fun! Don’t stay out too late.” Steve said as he walks out the door. You let out a sigh of relief when the door gently slams short, glad that Steve believed your lies. 

Your phone chimed, pulling your attention back to reality. It was a text from Pietro, telling you that he was getting ready at the moment. You replied telling him that you were going up to the roof. You give yourself a quick once over before grabbing your phone and walking out the door. 

As you neared the common room, you heard two voices arguing about something. Once you got closer you discovered it was Sam and Bucky, arguing about another stupid topic. 

“Look man, all I’m saying is that if you keep staring at people like you hate them, no one is going to want to be friends with you.” Sam said simply. He and Bucky were sitting on the couch, Sam’s legs in Bucky’s lap with Bucky rubbing them. 

“I don’t need any more friends; I’m perfectly fine with the number of friends I have right now.” Bucky said grumpily. Sam scoffed, shaking his head. As he did so he noticed you walking by.

“Hey Y/N, come here really quick! We have something we need to ask you.” He says as he waves you over. You stop in your tracks, silently cursing yourself for walking through the common room. You walked over to the couch, standing behind the couch and looking down at them. 

“I actually don’t have a question.” Bucky mumbled to himself.

Sam ignored Bucky, his full attention on you. “Don’t you think Bucky should make some friends? Y’know, some that he doesn’t work with.”

You look between the two of them, weighing your options. If you agree with Sam, you might have to listen to more of them arguing and possibly be late to your date with Pietro. If you agree with Bucky, the same thing might happen but possibly longer, meaning that you will definitely be late to your date. Guess I’ll have to take my chances. “I mean it would definitely be nice to have friends that you don’t work with, but it’s not technically needed. Plus the more friends the two of you have the more people y’all gotta invite to your wedding.”

They both seem to think about that last point, looking at each other before mumbling something about you being right. “Also where are you going? You’re never all dressed up like this.” Bucky asks as he looks you up and down.

“If you were anyone else I’d be offended,” You said, causing Bucky to roll his eyes playfully. “And if you must know, I’m going to go see an art exhibit.” It was best that you kept the same lie, it meant a lesser chance of being caught.

Bucky gave you a suspicious glance before dropping it. Sam didn’t seem to find a problem with your lie, so he wished you well before going back to talking with Bucky about their wedding. 

You quickly walked off, hoping that no one else would bother you in your journey to the rooftop. 

—

Pietro threw his phone onto the bed, rushing to his closet to find something to wear. He had to work quickly in order to make sure no one bothered him before his date.

“Pietro, did you take my— what are you doing?” Wanda asked as she barged into Pietro’s room. Pietro jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion. 

“Geez, do you knock? What are you trying to blame me for stealing now, hm?” He asked as he buttoned up his shirt and turned to face his younger sister.

“I was going to ask you if you stole one of my pens again, but never mind that now. Where are you going all dressed up like this?” Wanda asked as she gestured to how Pietro was dressed and that his hair was styled.

“I’m going out somewhere. Why does it matter?” Pietro asked as he gave himself a final one over. Wanda scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Pietro, I’ve known you your whole life; I know when you’re lying about something. Who are you going on a date with?” She asked. Pietro groaned, hating how she was always right. But this wasn’t just his secret to tell, so he was gonna keep it for as long as possible.

“I’m not going on a date; just going out by myself. Why, is there a problem I don’t know about?” He asked as he turned around to face his twin. 

Wanda narrowed her eyes, seemingly judging her brother more than usual before sighing and shaking her head. “Fine, forget it. I’ll be in the kitchen when you get home.”

Pietro gave a hum of acknowledgment, watching as his sister walked out of the room. He waited a few moments to make sure she wasn’t waiting outside his room before he started making his way to the elevator. 

However, luck was not on his side, seeing as Clint dropped out of the vents in front of him, startling him to the other side of the room. “What the fuck, Clint? What were you doing in the vents?”

“Hiding from Stark. He’s trying to do something to my arrows; don’t know what because I wasn’t really listening.” Clint said with a shrug. 

“Well next time you jump down from the vents, please do it when there is no one around.” Pietro said as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Clint waved a dismissive hand at Pietro. “What are you all dressed up for? Do you have a date or something?”

“No, I just felt like going out by myself tonight.” Pietro stated.

Luckily Clint didn’t push, nodding his head and giving Pietro a pat on the shoulder as he walked by and muttering “Have fun.” Pietro watched as Clint walked down the hall before quickly pressing the button to open the elevator and stepping in. 

But once again Lady Luck was working against him because Steve Rogers stepped into the elevator right before it closed. Please, for the sake of my sanity do not start a conversation. I just want to go on my date with Y/N without anyone bothering me.

“Oh, hey Pietro. You going somewhere?” Steve asked once he noticed the man standing next to him. 

“Yeah, I was just planning to hang out by myself today.” If I have to say that sentence again today, I’m going to explode.

“Are you sure you’re hanging out by yourself? You seem like you’re dressed up for a date or something.” 

“Everyone keeps telling me that— can’t I just dress up to be by myself? I don’t always want to go on dates!” Pietro exclaimed. Steve just looked at him, surprised by his outburst. “Sorry, just annoyed about having to repeat myself all day.”

“It’s fine. Have fun while you’re out. Oh, and don’t forget to complete your mission reports before the end of the day.” Steve said as the two of them arrived at his floor.

“Will do!” Pietro called after Steve as he walked out of the elevator and went down the hallway. Once the doors closed he let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall. This day was very troubling.

—

When Pietro finally made it up to the rooftop, you were there laying in the sun. Seeing you made him forget all the stress he had accumulated on his way up here, him smiling as he laid next to you. The movement made you open your eyes and look over, a smile breaking out on your face once you realized who it was. “What took you so long?”

Pietro groaned, thinking about all the people he had run into while trying to get to the rooftop. “Wanda came in my room bothering me about something, Clint scared the shit out of me, Steve got in the elevator with me— the usual interruptions.” He said as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Ugh, tell me about it. Steve came asking about the mission reports and I had to help Sam and Bucky settle some argument. Dating in secret in this place is like trying to navigate a field of bombs.” You said as you laced your fingers together. Pietro chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Don’t worry, princess. Soon enough they’ll gain enough sense to realize when to leave people alone.” You hummed at that, doubting that that would happen. 

“Highly doubtful. They wouldn’t stop even if they knew we were together. In fact, that might prompt them to bother us more.” You joked. Pietro laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. When do you think we should tell them?” 

You thought about it for a moment. There were no explicit rules against dating within the team, so that should be fine. And most of the team members would probably be ok with it— although you weren’t so sure how your best friend would feel about you dating her brother without telling her. But you knew overall that it wouldn’t be a terrible thing if the Avengers found out that the two of you were together romantically. 

“I mean, we don’t have to tell them. We could just stop hiding it; y’know, like show that we’re together without having to have that awkward conversation. Plus it’ll be fun to see who takes the longest to figure it out.” 

“Mm, I love having a girlfriend as smart and wonderful as you. What did I do to deserve you?” He asked softly as he looked down at you affectionately. 

“I don’t know, but you should be very glad to have me.” You whispered. Pietro’s smile grew wider as he leaned down, connecting your lips with his.

—

“Nat, what are you watching?” Steve asked. He had been walking by when he caught Natasha looking at the security cameras.

“Pietro and Y/N are on a date— aren’t they just so cute?” Nat asked as she turned the computer screen to face the man. Steve gave her a confused look before taking a step closer.

The screen was focused on the rooftop security cameras, which showed Y/N and Pietro laying on a blanket. They were all cuddled up together, and they seemed really happy together. They were talking about something, but the audio was off so Natasha and Steve couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Wow, I never would’ve expected them to be together. They actually make a really cute couple.” He said as he looked at the screen.

Natasha scoffed in disbelief. “Really? They’ve made it so obvious. There are hearts in their eyes every time they look at each other.” She said as she leaned against the desk.

“Hm. Well now that I think about it, they were both acting weird earlier but I didn’t think much of it.” Steve said as he scratched his head.

Natasha shook her head, patting Steve on the back. “Oh, Steve. This is why I go on the spy missions and not you.”

[nachoscheesy]

Tumblr Revival

Tl;dr

Tumblr has a large interconnected community of artists and content creators, and should focus on its strengths and what it does right. Instead of trying to compete for space against Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Tumblr should focus on empowering its community and giving that community the tools to develop the site's unparalleled uniqueness.

Tumblr is the crossroads of the internet, with a monthly user traffic of 300 million it is the perfect space for artists, content creators, and small businesses to grow their following without having to fight for a seat at the table against companies with huge budgets.

Hi, I go by Nacho here on tumblr, and I'm sure as many of us on tumblr have noticed, the (hell)site is kinda going downhill. Tumblr was bought by Automattic in fall of 2019, and I am sure they have the best intentions to help tumblr stay afloat. However, I think it's time the community took a more deliberate approach to how tumblr is handled, and hopefully Automattic and @staff will hear us out. I think I have a solid solution to tumblrs money issues, that will help both the site and empower its online communities.

First and foremost, I am not involved with Tumblr or Automattic. I am just a simple blog trying to help out a place that I've been on since 2010, and I would hate to see it die here around 2023.

So, let's get to the root of the problem on tumblr right now. That being money, tumblr is currently costing more money that it produces, as we've seen with its 97% drop in value from 1.1 billion dollar sale to being sold at around 3 million dollars.

So the first thing that must be improved before anything else can be improved on tumblr is how much money they're bringing in a month. I don't think folks on tumblr hate monetization as much as we all collectively say we do, I think the issue is that most advertisers are completely disconnected from the groups they are trying to advertise to on here. Tumblr comprises roughly 65% millennials and 30% gen-z, the two generations that advertisers seem to have the hardest time advertising to for a myriad of reasons. The main one being that they don't fully understand what we want, and sometimes just don't listen to what we are saying.

Lets look at how tumblr makes its money, Tumblr has four main revenue sources,

Ads by sponsored posts

Display ads through video posts

Sponsored Day ads or banner ads

“Premium Themes”

I'll go into depth on all of these and how tumblr could make potential changes to improve their revenue anywhere from three to six months after it implements some or ideally all of these changes.

First tumblr ads and sponsored posts, these changes are going to be contingent on tumblr allowing its users to share, like, and comment on ads much like all other media sites currently allow. Or at least giving advertisers the ability to turn that on or off as a function.

The average tumblr post gets reblogged 14 times, that number increases significantly if the ad is engaging and actually caters to the communities wants and needs. My reasoning for giving users the ability to reblog ads is to increase user engagement while maintaining their current ad vetting process and all of the nonsensical ads that are run on tumblr 90% of the time.

The other reason for allowing tumblr users to share and comment on ads, or have it be an option for advertisers to turn on or off as they'd like, is that the appeal of tumblr is the ability to propagate and obsess over the most niche things (i.e OSHA.)

All the while allowing content that gets shared all over the internet bubble up to the top through the collective hand of the tumblr community. Along with this tumblr has no way for small users to share their own products or services, every single major site has a way for users to advertise their pages or products through the site.

Tumblr is a content machine that creates imagery and memes that get shared all the time across the internet, so the ability to share and curate its own ads is paramount to improving advertising and user engagement on tumblr.

My proposal here is for tumblr to expand its advertising capabilities to all users, while charging a flat rate fee to advertise on tumblr, with additional charges for popular tags or trending tags. Tumblr currently has no self service advertising system much like Facebook does for example. Where facebook charges a daily rate on cost-per-click(CPC) or cost-per-thousand(CPM)

Charging a flat rate fee at a rate of a day, week, month, or quarterly basis with variances in prices based on the lease term and what the advertisers would want to have their ads show up on certain tags. This would open up the doors for small businesses that don't want to advertise on places like facebook, twitter, or google with their complicated CPM and CPC models. Also bringing in more small locally owned businesses with the added value of less competition for ad space on tumblr.

This would also take some of the weight from tumblrs own advertising staff from having to explain a convoluted system to potential advertisers. Creating a simplified model with the the advent of tumblrs own infrastructure able to get a single post to a large variety of users. Where the current ad model uses a “shotgun” method to hit as many people as possible, the tumblr model could encourage advertisers to curate a more personalized and intimate experience that tumblr users would love.

Why not just advertise elsewhere? Tumblr still in fact gets over 300 million views a month as of June 2021 (Statosta), and the added benefit for users to be able to like, share, and interact with ads would allow ads that the community enjoys to be talked about more. Giving advertisers more honest feedback about their ads while increasing their SEO’s.

Also small businesses that can't compete with the vetting processes that are used on other sites, would have a better chance of developing their business and increasing their clientele on tumblr whose core demographics are approximately 60% millennial and 35% gen-z. This core demographic does in fact care about being able to shop at local stores, or even a store across the US that is trying to drum up its own online sales.

These ads could be placed inline on the tumblr dash while moving other sponsored ads to the right of the site on desktop, but making them alternate on mobile between user ads and sponsored ads.

Second, the display ads should be changed to allow tumblr users to share and further interact with ads to generate more user engagement, incentivizing more businesses and companies to build their brand status on tumblr. Tumblr has a good model for creating short diaries or daily vlogs for companies that wish to show off their products on social media. This includes smaller businesses and vlogers that want to post videos or tutorials of themselves on their blog.

Tumblr is a good site for user engagement with a pool of creative potential for anyone wanting to gauge the desire for a particular subject or piece of media, maybe even an upcoming show. Having the ability to share and comment on sponsored ads would also help advertisers by allowing them to get more bang for their buck with a considerable uptick on how users engage with that content.

Third, tumblrs sponsor day ads and banner ads are inexpensive and should be highlighted as a selling point over their competitors. Tumblr 24-hour banner ads are considerably more affordable for businesses when compared to places like twitter with their 200k price point. For the same amount of money on tumblr a business could have their company at the top of the dashboard or app for 8 whole days. Much longer and much better than the competition.

Keeping this price fixed, with a change in the price CPC is still a much more lucrative and attractive selling point than any of the competition on the internet today. I know this might not be exactly what tumblr wants to hear when it is hemorrhaging money right now, but let's look at the cost for these 24 hour daily ads and banner ads. If tumblr hypes up the price point on these ads they could see a significant rise in advertisers considering the lack of competition on tumblr and past success stories of companies who did advertise on tumblr.

At the same time larger advertisers should be encouraged to make engaging ads and blogs on tumblr that will make people want to actually go to their blogs, that then link to an external site or page. Not ads that instantly try to force you to go to some other site, by rewarding or offering special discounts for people who find a special code or something off of the actual blog. Or even for giving the same code to everyone who reblogs a certain post made by the advertiser.

Seems too good to be true? Look at “Asos” back in 2015 when they held a shirt design competition on their tumblr blog. Where they had 900 submissions, four of which were picked, and were sold out of the user generated shirts in 10 hours.

This is not the only case however, but FX ran their own campaign for the show “Man Seeking Woman” where they saw a 2.8% increase in user engagement, 86% increase in their tumblr followers, and they actually saved money through advertising on tumblr.

All this leads me to believe that tumblr actually was and continues to be the best place for brands, small businesses, and artists to develop themselves through genuine user engagement.

Finally, the “premium themes” that are available on tumblr that allow for unparalleled customizations that you hardly find elsewhere on the internet anymore. Tumblrs ability to take a variety of media sources, as well as having an unparalleled level of customization, user interconnectivity, and a vibrant artistic scene shows that it is ripe with potential.

Tumblr could still use its post+ feature, but in the same way that Discord uses its subscription service. For cosmetic changes that can be added modularly to the site or individual blogs for an additional monthly fee. In conjunction with partnering with community artists to bring small cosmetic additions to individual blogs, while paying the content creator and tumblr taking a small portion of the profits over a certain amount.

To be completely honest this is probably the hardest portion of this entire pitch to make changes to in a shorter period of time, considering all the testing and “under the hood” changes that must be made. However, I think that implementing this as well as the other changes I have proposed will bring back more foot traffic to tumblr as well as increase its revenue and profitability.

In closing, I am simply working with whatever information I was able to find online and a good amount of time invested on my part to do this. I think tumblr has a ton of potential still to return as a force for good for the communities that exist and want a change from what the internet has become. Time and time again when any company or public entity dies it was because it did not change and refused to adapt and innovate, oftentimes not at the hands of the people working everyday to keep the site running. Instead at the hands of people who dont see the value in what has fallen in their laps.

If you agree and think this is something that can be done, please reblog this post and follow me for more updates. If I don't hear back or this does not gain any traction by the end of the year, then tumblr can go to its inevitable end. I will be here sinking with the ship.

@support @engineering @music @wip @changes @photomatt

[helliontherapscallion]

Adrenaline Junkie

Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Ages (oldest to youngest):

Philza- 32

Technoblade- 17 

Wilbur- 17

(Y/N)- 16

Tommy- 14

Pairing: platonic!sbi x winged!sibling!reader

Warnings: near death experiences, mentions of depression, OOC sbi (this is my first time writing about them)

Summary: Philza finds out about your little “habit”

Word count: 1,962

You grinned as you flew through the air with your feathers glinting in the low sunlight. You absolutely loved the feeling of freedom you got whenever you flew. It always gave you a sense of calm when you needed a break from your family. You loved them of course, but you needed a break once and a while; you often felt drained if you didn’t take some time to yourself. The cold air rushed past you as you continued to flap your wings to keep you in the air. 

You could not see the ground below you as you soared higher into the clouds, weaving in and out of them. Flying higher, you steadied yourself to look at the sunset. The mixture of pinks, oranges, and yellows blended together perfectly. You always loved the sunset, it was one of the only consistent things in your life. You wished that you could stay hovering hundreds of feet above the ground, but mobs were going to be spawning soon. The last time you stayed out past sunset you had almost gotten killed by a skeleton. Your dad had given you quite the lecture after he made sure that you were alright. You still had the scars on your arms from when it tried to shoot you out of the air.

You angled yourself so you were upside down, put your arms tight to your sides, and extended your wings fully behind you. You dove closer and closer to the earth, quickly picking up speed. The wind whipped around you as you gained velocity, getting closer and closer to the ground by the millisecond. At the last second, you fully extended your wings and drastically slowed your descent to the ground. The extra velocity you had made you soar up once again before you regained control and landed safely on the ground. The adrenaline that the skydive gave you was the most exhilarating feeling you’ve ever felt, and you were always craving it. Your dad didn’t find it as fun or exhilarating as you did.

“(Y/N) (M/N) MINECRAFT.”

Your father’s voice boomed from behind you. You could tell that he was in a lecturing mood without even having to look at him. He grabbed your arm and spun you around. Grabbing your other arm, he looked you up and down with worried blue eyes. After seeing that you were alright, his gaze hardened and he took a deep breath.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

He rattled on and on about how you could’ve killed yourself, but quite frankly you didn’t care if you died or got hurt. In your opinion, the adrenaline you got was worth it. You had three lives you could spend, and if you did die, you wanted to go out with a bang all three times. What could you say? You were an adrenaline junkie through and through. 

He started to drag you inside the house mid lecture. Swinging open the door, he pulled you towards the kitchen, where the scent of fresh mushroom stew wafted from the pot on the stove. Your brothers looked at you each with their own different reactions. Techno looked as stoic as ever, Wilbur eyed you with slight disapproval, and Tommy looked at you with awe and excitement. They must’ve seen your little trick through the window. 

“(Y/N) THAT WAS POGGERS! YOU WERE SUCH A BADA-”

Tommy’s excited rant was cut short as he saw the stern look on Philza’s face. After a few moments of hesitation, your brothers were making small talk with each other with Philza occasionally chiming in. Poking idly at your food, you contemplated how you should go about apologizing to your dad. 

You supposed that the best route you could go was telling him that you wouldn’t do that again, but you knew you would do it again. That was the biggest adrenaline rush you’ve ever gotten and you were already craving it again. You couldn’t lie to your dad, your wings always gave you away by twitching uncomfortably whenever you lied. On the other hand, telling him that you felt empty when you didn’t have adrenaline coursing through your veins was not an option. He already has enough to worry about with working to provide for four teenagers. Deciding that your best bet was to lie to him and hope for the best, you zoned back into the conversation around you. Tommy was ranting about how he had broken his favorite sword dueling Techno.

“-do you have any idea how long it took me to find that enchantment, Techno?”

Techno huffed slightly in amusement. “Actually I do because I helped you find that enchantment. We found it in the village together, remember?”

“Tommy,” Philza said tiredly, “we can get you another enchanted sword. Techno, you need to be more gentle with your little brother. You have to remember he’s three years younger than you, so he has less experience in dueling.”

Tommy grumbled to himself, busying himself with shoveling food in his mouth. Wilbur glanced at him with disgust.

“Do you have to eat like that, Tommy? It’s disgusting.”

“Well, Wilbur, it’s not my fault I’m hungry.”

“You’re eating like we don’t feed you.”

You usually enjoyed it whenever your siblings argue back and forth like this, but lately it didn’t make you feel anything. You didn’t feel much anymore if you weren’t pulling off impulsive stunts. Of course, you hid it from your family and acted like you did before. It was relatively easy since you were naturally a quiet person. You thought you were doing a great job at it, you pride yourself on your acting skills.

Dinner went by fast without anything notable happening. Since it was your night to clean up, you got to work after everyone parted ways for the night. You stacked the dishes left on the dinner table and got to work washing them. Luckily, since you lived with three teenage boys, you never had to deal with leftovers. You subconsciously stretched and twitched your wings, feeling restless without feeling the wind moving through your feathers. After you got done with putting the dishes away, you took a deep breath and set out on your search for Philza. 

Walking into the living room, you saw Techno sitting near the fireplace reading one of his mythology books. “Hey, Tech. Do you know where Dad is? I need to talk to him.”

Without looking up from his book, he responded in his usual monotone voice. “Yeah, he’s up in his room. I think he’s going to bed early.” He paused for a second before looking up at you with sincerity. “You know, he was terrified when he saw you earlier. He thought that you weren’t gonna stop yourself in time. Hell, we all thought you were gonna die.”

That made you feel guilty. He already had to deal with providing and raising you four and he didn’t need anything else to worry about. You felt your wings droop slightly as you sighed. 

“...Thanks, T. G’night, love you.”

You started to speed walk to Philza’s room without giving him time to respond. You needed to apologize to him and fast. Out of all your siblings, you were always the one to hate conflict and would always apologize first whenever you got into a disagreement with anyone. You were always the pacifist. 

Walking past Tommy in the hallway, he tried to stop you to talk to you, but you ignored him with a dismissive wave of your wing. You heard him mumbling to himself as he started to walk down the stairs, probably to challenge Techno to a rematch. You nervously fluttered your wings, feathers occasionally brushing against the walls and causing you to shiver slightly at the small touch. Your hands were shaking slightly as you took a steadying deep breath and knocked on Philza’s door. Hearing his tired “come in”, you slowly opened his door. He situated himself so that he was sitting on the edge of his bed and gestured for you to sit next to him.

“Hey, Dad. I-I just wanted to say sorry for worrying you earlier. If I knew that it would stress you out, I wouldn’t have done it.” You sat next to him.

He sighed as he wrapped an arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “I don’t care if it stressed me out. You could’ve gotten killed from a fall at that height. You could have lost a life. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t open your wings in time.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Then why’d you do it if you knew that you could’ve gotten yourself killed? I just want to understand why you would pull a stunt like that, I’d never expect you out of all of your siblings to do something so dangerous.”

You took a deep breath as you contemplated your next words. You really wanted to tell him about how you felt empty without putting yourself in danger. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t feel like yourself anymore. Unconsciously, your wings started to twitch and pull themselves closer to your body. 

You jumped when you felt something else wrap around you. You looked back and saw black feathers. Looking back up at your father, he looked at you with a concerned expression. 

“Take a deep breath, you’re shaking hun.”

You looked down at your hands and to your surprise, they were shaking. You took a few deep breaths and clasped your hands together tightly while Philza rubbed comforting circles on your back. 

“...It’s just that, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately, if that makes any sense. It’s like I can’t feel anything anymore without doing stupid things that could get me killed. It wasn’t the first time I’ve dived like that. One time I lost control and almost flew into lava-filled ravine.”

“...How long have you felt like this?”

“A few months now.”

Philza felt his heart break, how did he not notice that you were different for months? You could’ve gotten yourself hurt or permanently maimed yourself and it would’ve been his fault because he didn’t notice your mood shift. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s not your fault, Dad. I didn’t tell you anything was wrong. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“We can help you find something that’ll help you. Something less dangerous.”

“We?”

“Your brothers and I. They’ve been listening this entire time, weren’t you, boys?”

You heard shuffling and muffled voices arguing with each other before the door opened to reveal your sheepish brothers. Wordlessly, they all filed into the room. Tommy grabbed your shoulders and yanked you into a tight hug. You felt Wilbur hug your other side before he pulled Techno into the group hug also. You felt feathers tickle your cheek as Philza joined, wrapping his giant wings around you all. The family hasn’t had a group hug since you all started to hit your teenage years. For the first time in a while, you felt happy without risking your life.

After that night, you were right in your assumption that you’d be grounded (literally and metaphorically) from flying for a while while your family worked hard to find something safe that gave you a distraction. Soon, Wilbur found a book about the intricacies of redstone working and you were hooked. Sure, your family was rambunctious and a strange group, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Flirting

Pairing: Bumi II x Nicole

Warning: suggestive, alludes to sex but nothing nsfw, some dirty talk, cute domesticity

A/N: This takes place in 147 AG so Bumi is 40 and I’m 38

The atmosphere was friendly, lively, but in Bumi’s opinion all too boring. He would have rather been at home, spending time with his kids or snuggled up in bed with his wife. But even if he was home, that second desire wasn’t an option as she was stuck at the same event. While he loitered by the buffet table, endlessly sampling the finger-foods, she was circling the room on alert; vigilant of anything that may or may not happen. She somehow managed to keep her eyes on the royal family and the guests. Although, he wasn’t too surprised given she practically had eyes in the back of her head and always seemed to know when he or their sons were up to something. A sixth sense, perhaps. But right now his attention was on the food item that sat on his plate— something unidentifiable topped with fish eggs.

“Commander,” Nic purred as she stepped up beside him, her side pushed against his waist. She peered up at her husband with a sly grin, and Bumi blinked in surprise at how quickly she had made her way across the room to him.

“Captain,” he greeted, both amused and intrigued. “I’m surprised you managed to pull yourself away from your job long enough to remember I was here.” All in jest, of course. When he first arrived at the palace with other high ranking members of the United Forces she had pulled him into an unoccupied side chamber. They were both nearly late.

She hummed, eyes breaking off to glance at the royal family sitting at the large table. “I can multitask.”

Her hands were clasped behind her back, so no one noticed when she reached up to squeeze her husband’s butt. Bumi jumped in surprise, eyes anxiously making sure no one noticed.

“How unprofessional,” Bumi teased. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Captain. Throwing yourself at a married man.”

“I don’t think your wife would mind.”

Her jovial and teasing tone told him there was a reason she left the kids with Prince Iroh and the servant stuck with babysitting. No doubt she pre-arranged it with Izumi to have them spend the night. She lowered her hands, once again clasping them behind her back. “How are you enjoying the party?”

“It’s so boring,” Bumi complained. “Did I really have to come to this?”

“If you didn’t come as a commander, you would’ve come as my date,” she told him.

He scoffed. “At least then I’d be able to kiss you. You never let me touch you when you’re working.”

“I still have to maintain some sense of professionalism.”

“Says the woman who just groped me!”

“You do it to me all the time at home,” she reminded him, looking up with a smile. “If you’re really so bored, why don’t you leave early? Stay another ten minutes, at least try to talk to someone other than the caterers. We have the house to ourselves tonight.”

A smirk broke out on his face. “Sweetums, I like the way you think.”

Nic leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you at home then.” She walked away, prepared to take her place behind the seat of Fire Lord Izumi, and she took the small piece of food off her husband’s plate. “Thank you,” she said, giving him a cheeky grin as she walked away. Bumi shook his head in amusement.

He had left at a quarter to seven, but Nic didn’t get home until closer to 10:30. When she did, she headed straight to the bedroom. Bumi was there waiting, laying on the bed surrounded by rose petals, the sheets pulled up enough between his legs to cover himself, and a rose in his mouth. He had been waiting in total darkness, so he knew Nic was home when the bedroom door opened and the light from the hall flooded into the room, revealing her silhouette and him lying on the bed.

“I’ve been expecting you, Captain,” Bumi purred, watching as her hand went towards the light switch. But as soon as the light was on, he sat up in concern, the rose falling onto the bed. “What happened?” He asked as he took in her disheveled appearance and the blood on her right knuckle.

Nic waved off his concern, stepping towards the bed. “Things got a little exciting after you left. Two of your fellow officers had too much to drink and started a scene.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?” He asked cautiously.

“I’m fine.” She picked up the rose. “Let me clean the guy’s blood off me and I’ll be right out.” She placed the rose between her teeth and winked. “Commander.”

Bumi watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing behind her. He leaned back against the pillows and waited for her to come out.

It didn’t take her long to get ready. She was in the bathroom for at least five minutes. So when she opened the door, wearing only her silk night robe, Nic was ready to spend some much needed alone time with Bumi. Leaning against the doorway, her hands were on her hips.

“Commander, I’m ready to have my nation invaded,” she said in her most flirtatious tone before bursting into laughter. She snorted as she tried to stifle her laughs, pushing away from the doorframe and stepping towards the bed. “Okay, that was much more stupid out loud.” She untied the belt of her robe and let it slip to the floor. “But don’t let that ruin the—” she looked up as she was interrupted by the sound of Bumi’s soft snores, and she realized he managed to fall asleep in the short time waiting for her, “—moment.”

Sighing, she couldn’t help but let a small smile creep onto her face. Nic shook her head in amusement and carefully crawled into bed next to him. Pulling up the sheets to cover them both, she snuggled into his side.

“Goodnight, honey,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder before closing her eyes.

Tag List: @rexscanonwife @canongf @speedstershipping @hyperionshipping @gothamcore @the-dark-fae-and-her-fos

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Movie Night

Hawks x reader

Summery: you and Keigo have a free night and decide to watch a movie

Warning ⚠️ : 18+

Masterlist

Tonight was a usual free night. You and Keigo decided you guys would relax and watch a movie. Neither of you knew what to watch so you decide to put a random movie on. You get the snacks ready and sit down to wait for Keigo. After a few seconds, he lays down next to you on the couch, waiting for you to pull up Netflix.

You stretched out and lay with your back against his chest, and he lays his wing on you like a blanket. You reached for the remote to tap the ‘Play Anything’ option on Netflix. The screen went black before coming up with a movie title. 365 Days. “You seen this one before?” Keigo asked, looking at it curiously. “Nope. I heard a lot of people had seen it, but I didn’t hear much about it. I think it’s good.” You say as you grab the popcorn.

It got a few seconds into the movie, and you were interested. “Wonder if it’ll be all subtitles,” Keigo says. You shrug and keep watching as the movie plays out. Around 10 minutes into the movie, things started getting SpiCiEr. You started to blush, hoping Keigo doesn’t notice. “Hey, it’s free porn.” He says, laughing. You both laugh as you playfully elbow him. “No wonder so many people liked this movie.” You say, a little sarcastic. “I think I missed something just now you should give a demonstration,” Keigo says in a flirty tone. You laugh and roll your eyes as the movie continues.

This movie was truly, something else. It had your heart rate elevated. You noticed how Keigo’s feathers started shaking slightly. You started taking small mental notes of things you wanna try with Keigo. Around an hour into the movie, the boat scene comes. You take a few deep breathes as you watch it play out. Keigo slides his arm around your waist and pulls you tighter against him. He leans his head down into your neck and starts nibbling at it while grinding his hardening cock against your back.

You bit your lip and pressed your butt into his crotch, causing him to groan into your neck. “I think I’m ready to recreate the plane scene.” You said as you started grinding back into him. You didn’t have to tell him twice before he sat up and pulled you up, positioning you between his legs on the floor. You watched as he laid his head back against the couch and started pulling down his sweatpants. Once he got them down, you leaned toward him and immediately brought his cock into your mouth.

You started by sucking hard on the tip. You moved your hand, up and down on the rest of his cock. Keigo leaned his head back on the couch and brought his hand to rest on top of your head. You removed your hand and started bringing his cock down into your throat. You felt him suck in a breath as his hand tightened in your hair. You looked up at him as you started bobbing your head and flexing your throat, taking him deeper. You watched his mouth dropped open and his wings twitched.

You feel as his hand starts forcing your head down more and his hips thrusting faster into your throat as he lets out moans. “You like~ ah, you like s-sucking my cock, don’t you? You do it so well there’s an n-no way you don’t.” He says as he starts pounding into your throat. He reaches his other hand and puts it on your head, both hands gripping either side as he lifted his hips, thrusting harder. You closed your eyes and started to moan around him, causing him to groan and do 3 more hard thrusts before cumming hard into your mouth.

Keigo held your head against him as he tried to catch his breath. You swallowed his cum, and did your best to suck his cock clean as he held you. Finally, he released his hands, letting them fall beside him to the couch. You pulled back, panting as you got up from your knees and straddled his waist. You leaned in and started kissing him as he put his hands loosely on your waist. Keigo hadn’t noticed, but you removed your pants and underwear while you were still on the floor.

Without warning, you slide down on his cock. Keigo gasped into the kiss and tightened his hands on your waist. “God, you’re so tight.” He says, already starting, to move his hips into you gently. You move and start kissing his neck, bring your hips up, and slamming back down on him. Within no time, you had your head thrown back as you started, bouncing fast on him. You brought your hand and ran it down his feathers, also slightly gripping them. Keigo jolted forward from the pleasure and started thrusting into you from below.

Feeling you start to clench around him, he started thrusting harder and harder. You brought your other hand up and pulled on his hair as you came. He gasped, and his hips stuttered, feeling you cum around him. Almost immediately after, he came inside you, tucking his head into your neck as his thrust slowed down.

He pulled out and grabbed a towel that was on the table. He cleaned you both up and laid back down on his side, with you facing him, your head tucked under his neck. Keigo grabbed a blanket that was nearby and covered you both. He kissed your forehead as your eyes started to close he pulled you tighter against him as you both fell asleep.

Masterlist

[princessmadafu]

Their Truth, Their Love Story

Netflix has landed, though I've only watched part of the first episode. My academic privilege, I should point out - I conquer my reluctance to waste an hour of my life on a badly researched project that will not stand up to peer review, in return for not having to pay Netflix to watch the H&M story, their love story.

Except it never was a love story, was it? Markle's role in Suits was coming to an end, she arrived in England and made it clear that she wanted a rich, famous English husband. If I remember correctly, Piers Morgan (her friend at the time) confirmed this. The rich, famous English footballer Ashley Cole wasn't interested, and I'm sure a few other rich, famous English “potentials” were smart enough not to get involved with her either. And then an "unnamed friend" from the Soho bunch set her up with a blind date. With a dimwit prince who had spent his life protected from the machinations of gold-diggers and who couldn't keep a genuine girlfriend because of his - well, let's give him the benefit and call them his Insecurities.

Harry was Easy Prey. He was Rabbit in the Headlamps stuff, blinded and blind-sided when this supposedly adoring woman stepped out of her car, picked up and rescued the scared snuffly-wuffly wabbit and gave him a big cuddle. Who knows? A cuddle with all the love she expressed for beef cattle when she made that burger-grilling video for Men's Health. Ooh, that would have been some cuddle. Poor bullock, by the way! Had to die and be minced up and slapped on a barbecue so she could flip him and lick her fingers seductively. Just... like... Yuck!

Cue opening sequence, shots of Heathrow and cut to Harry in March 2020, not knowing what day it is. One minute in, and I'm wondering why he's recording himself whinging - supposedly BEFORE HE HAS A NETFLIX DEAL.

1:23 in (after some B&W shots of them in Frogmore) and we have "What on earth happened?" I'll tell you what happened, you issued your wife-led demands and HMTQ said no. That's what happened. You - as junior members of the RF - were being told, either you work on behalf of HMTQ or you don't and you're out. Junior executives don't tell the CEO what to do.

1:45 and we see Markle attempting to act - to be fair, if you didn't know she was a former actress on Suits, you might be fooled into thinking she was genuine, but this is in Canada, supposedly BEFORE THEY HAD A NETFLIX DEAL.

What are the chances, eh? You film yourself sitting on a kitchen counter, apparently newly upset, just on the off-chance that a TV company may want to pay for it. Was that prescient of them or what? I'm voting for the "what" option. How much proof do you need that they - or at least one of them - had Megxit planned right from the start, before the wedding, before the engagement; was in secret multi-million dollar tell-all negotiations before the wedding, before the engagement; had no intention of being part of the working Royal Family and doing all the boring hand-shaking and factory-opening stuff; but was only interested in fame, celebrity and adulation.

And I'm still only 1:54 into Episode 1.

1:58 and Harry says it's his job to keep his family safe. Cue shots of H&M and Archie's first appearance... and 2:10 - the level of hate being stirred up against his wife and his son... and 02:25 and we're back with Meghan perched on the kitchen counter in Canada being all upset and sighing and wanting (sigh) - to - (sigh) - get to the other side of all this... and (umm) (sigh) (long pause) (very long pause) whispers in 100% victim mode "I don't know what to say"... (rueful smile and slow release of nose-sigh) (fiddles with fingers)...

2:52 H mentions duty and service for the first time, and how he feels it's his duty to uncover this exploitation and bribery that happens within our Media. The same Media that H&M are now exploiting and bribing with their trashing of the RF, oh and it's back to Meghan on the kitchen counter fiddling with her fingers again: "They are destroying us", and now 3:20 cut to images of Bristol statue toppling - first hints of their accusations of racist Britain, racist Empire that his family is part of... and then 3:45 we have the Netflix Documentary Series screen. Bloody hell, the programme’s not even started yet.

Ye gods and little fishes, how much of this do I have to watch on your behalf? I'll keep going with Episode 1, because I'm keen to see when Netflix bring in the other side of the story to provide a balanced documentary full of real truth, not just cherry-picked one-sided truth from a pair of proven liars.

Back in a bit, if I don't crack open the gin and cigars and start kicking the computer. All my own personal opinions, etc etc...

xxx

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

rookie year | chapter 7

a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,313 

Warnings: All characters in this story are 18+. Minors DNI. 

A/N: Long awaited!! So of course, let me know how you like it! Also, I kind of have a mental image of what I think Tristan would look like, but by the way he acts, I am curious as to how you guys picture him lmaoo, Let me know!!

A couple of you were excited for an update so enjoyyy :) 

Extended Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, sexism. 

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Tuesday, October 22nd 2019

Since your last shoot with Melo, you had been busy with many other shoots and sending out photos you had finished editing within the weeks span. You were getting faster and better at photoshopping now. It’s helped you get your income up and save more money.

You also had not seen Melo since the shoot. He has been so busy with basketball and you were busy as well, finally getting around to editing his photos.

The two of you went back and fourth over text after the shoot about him paying you. You insisted that he should not after his extremely large payment the first time around. He would not take that as an answer. He was being playful with it now because every day since then, he sent you $10.00 with his signature emojis attached to it.

You: Melo!!!!!

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: I’m not arguing

Apple Pay: $10 

Take it

$5 get you a coffee today too.😊

You: Melo seriously, you didn’t have to.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: you work hard on what you’re passionate about every single day. You deserve it.

You: 🥺🥺🥺

Stop

I can’t say no to that

Zero self control

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: then don’t say no😊😊

You: you’ll see your photos soon I’m almost done 😊

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: don’t sweat it, no rush.

You: thanks for understanding and thanks for your support😊 good luck tonight!

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: thank youuu camera girl 🕺🏾💕

Oddly enough, you and actually began gaining more interest in basketball. You began keeping up with Charlotte Hornets games and watching them when you had the chance.

Meanwhile, Tristan told you last week he was planning a surprise for you today and after begging him for days to tell you what it is, he still would not tell you. You accepted your fate and waited, truly not having any idea what he was doing for you.

You got ready for him to pick you up and when he finally did, you were still side eyeing him, unsure of what the surprise was as he swore you were getting closer and closer to the destination.

“Okay we’re almost here, close your eyes.” He demanded.

“Right now right now?”

“Yes! Quick, do it,” he laughed.

“Okay fine,” you yell back while quickly using both hands to cover up your face.

A couple minutes went by and you began to tap your foot, wanting so desperately to just see.

“Okay… open them now,” he says.

You uncover your eyes to see you were parked in front of the Humane Society of Charlotte.

“You’re kidding-wait.”

“No, Let’s go get your kitten.”

“Oh my God Tristan-“

You rush out of the car and rush to go through the doors. Nothing mattered anymore except getting your hands on a furry friend.

There were so many animals. You made you way to the cat section. You admired the cats of all ages. They were all in tiny compartments with nothing but water and a bed set out for them. It was sad knowing they were all there for different reasons. Knowing that all of them might not have a chance at a forever home.

You looked at Tristan with tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Don’t cry,” he chuckled.

“But look at them,” you whined while poking your lip out. There were cats of all different ages and breeds. You continued to scan all of your options.

You spotted a black cat that was in her compartment all alone. You approached her and put your hand on the glass. She began nudging her head on up against the glass on her side as if her head was actually touching your hand.

“She’s 8 months, fully vaccinated and microchipped, she was just turned in due to the owner finding out she was allergic,” the worker stated as she approached you and crossed her arms. “Her name is Lucky but often times people rename the animals they bring home and that’s okay too. We’re just happy to see them find a home.”

“What… that’s so sad,” you replied, palm still up against the glass.

“Wanna meet her?” She asked.

“Yes please!”

Tristan admired the interaction. The worker took you to the area where you could interact with the animals in a safe space.

You watched as she brought her out. You reached your hands out to grab her and she immediately hung onto your chest. She stayed there and did not let go. You felt the vibrations of her purrs.

“Oh my gosh, she’s purring,” you cried.

“She’s the biggest sweetheart,” the worker said. I’ll leave you two to make a decision.”

She swiftly walked away and you played with Lucky. She chased after the feather wand toy you held out for her.

“Take a picture,” you said handing Tristan your phone. “I need to remember this moment.”

He snapped the picture for you as you smiled, holding Lucky in your arms.

“You think she’s the one?” Tristan asked handing your phone back to you.

“Oh yeah, don’t you know? You don’t choose the cat, the cat chooses you,” you replied and he laughs.

“You’re the expert. She’s all yours. Happy early birthday baby,” Tristan stated.

“You’re kidding,” you respond, still in shock at the fact that you did not think looking at kittens would be on the agenda for what Tristan had planned for today. “But my birthday isn’t until next month?”

“Little early, but,” he shrugs. “Timing was just right.”

After signing some papers and receiving a paper with a helpful list of things to buy for your new baby, you and Tristan headed to the pet store for supplies.

You brought Lucky inside, proudly showing her the way to the cat section. A place that you had visited multiple times before when you knew you would eventually get your own cat. After grabbing a cart, you rushed to the aisle and started plopping in everything you know you needed in the cart.

“She’s getting spoiled,” you exclaimed. “I want that one!” You say while pointing to the cat tower with many compartments and ways to climb.

You threw as many things in the cart as you could for Lucky to live her best life possible. You did not care how much you spent, you wanted her to be as comfortable as possible adjusting to your apartment.

On the drive home you remembered the conversation you had with Melo about needing to talk to Tristan. This was such a nice gesture of him, you wondered if you should just hold off and forget about it.

When you got home, Tristan helped you bring all the new cat stuff up into your apartment. Before you let her roam free and sniff around, you set up her litter box, water bowl and set her bed next to yours.

“Well, looks like we gotta put this parts together,” Tristan said while looking at the instructions that came in the box of the cat tower.

“Let’s get into it then,” you smiled before letting Lucky out of the carrier you brought her home in. She approached her surroundings with caution and the two of you admired her as she sniffed everything.

You wanted to play so music while you started putting it together. You opened up your laptop without realizing Tristan was over your shoulder. You realized you still had photoshop open with one of the pictures of Melo that you were editing.

“Are you serious,” he scuffs.

“What?” You ask.

“Are those from the same shoot or…”

“No, I had a second shoot with him a couple weeks ago,” you stated.

“You’re kidding,” he laughs. “Really?”

“Um… yeah?”

“I just don’t see why you needed to do two photoshoots with him,” he stated while crossing his arms.

You looked at him with a blank expression on your face.

“I can’t believe you gave him another photoshoot,”

“Tristan it’s literally my job,” you finally say.

“Yeah but-“

“Literally don’t get why you have a problem with this. This is what I do for a living. Are you genuinely angry because I’m working with another man? Literally if that’s the problem just say that dude.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Hello?” You yelled, fed up not caring about how your tone was coming across at this point.

“I’m going to the military,” he blurted without meeting your gaze. His eyes were glued to the floor.

Chills immediately ran down your spine.

“W-what?” You stammered.

“I’m going to the military. I’m going to be a Marine and I’m leaving to boot camp in California. That’s the reason I gave you an early birthday gift. I’ll be gone on your birthday. I’m leaving for boot camp early November. How can I trust that you’ll be loyal when I’m gone if you’re not even loyal while I’m actually here,” his tone was so cold his energy transferred the frozen feeling to your body. Your fingertips were chilled and your heart was pounding and filled with anger.

“Tristan Frank Williams you have got to be fucking with me right now.”

“I’m not,” he laughs manically now.

“Why the FUCK would you not tell me that was your plan? Why the fuck do you think because I’m doing my job and my client is a guy means I’m automatically unfaithful?” You yelled, vision blurred with anger.

“Don’t act like ever since he’s been around all you care about is making time for him and his stupid pictures. Matter fact, that’s slutty behavior. You tryna get with him under my nose and think I won’t notice? NBA players do not take bitches seriously,” he laughed.

“Tristan what the hell. You’re literally making NO sense right now. I-“ you scuffed in disbelief at his nasty words. So angry that you struggled to form a sentence.

“No. This is not okay. The problem is when you started to think you could talk to me disrespectfully and gaslight me. I’ve literally done two photoshoots with him Tristan. TWO. That doesn’t mean I’m having sex with him what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Yeah yeah you always say it’s gaslighting.”

“You’ve been the problem Tristan. All along! It’s been you! I’ve done nothing wrong,” you scoffed. Unable to spit out anymore words. You were in pure frustration at this point. Your new kitten started meowing loudly, looking up at the two of you.

“You’re scaring her,” he mumbled.

“I’m tired of you shifting the blame no matter what the situation is,” you stating lowering your tone now while you scooped Lucky up into your arms. “Get the fuck out of my house,” you stated.

“Really?” He laughed. “You want me to leave? After ever single thing I did for you today?”

“Yes, I mean that shit. Leave,” you grumbled.

“Tell me that one more time and mean it, I’m never coming back,” he shrugged, still unable to wipe the smug grin off his face almost as if he were proud to get you worked up, proud to be the reason that you were upset, not even attempting to fight for himself to right his wrongs.

You placed Lucky on your bed so she was further from you two now.

“Get the fuck out of my house, right now. I’m not fucking playing, and leave the key,” your voice thundering across the apartment at this point.

He looks at you sideways for a moment.

“That quick? Yeah you never loved me,” he laughed, grabbing the key from his pocket and tossing it on the ground.

He storms out, slamming the front door shut.

Your kitten meowed once more as she was back to standing by your side on the floor, having escaped from her spot on the bed that you placed her on. You look down at her. Tears in your eyes as you picked her back up and snuggled her in your arms.

“You’re so sweet,” you whispered to her as you felt her fur in between your fingers.

Tears streamed down your face as you snuggled her up for a while, she fell asleep in your arms purring.

You cuddled your new baby in one hand and used your spare hand to pick up your phone. You wondered who you should reach out to for support.

You scroll through your contacts and find someone who you had not had a conversation with within a couple months. An old close friend who meant a lot to you but since it had been a while since you spoke, you were not sure if now was the best time to text.

You: Hey Jordyn. I know it’s been a while but I hope you’re doing well. Miss you so much hope we can chat soon.

It did not take long for you to receive a reply and when you did, you did not regret it.

Jordyn💝💛: Y/N are you kidding! Please I don’t even mind how long it’s been. I love you. I miss you. Sorry I am definitely just as guilty for not reaching out as well. But, it’s 3a.m. in Rome and it’s been a long night 😂 text you in the morning? Well, my morning 😂

You looked at the time here. 9:00p.m.

You: yesssss please anytime love😊 glad to hear your living it up and traveling.

Jordyn💝💛: I have been. Oh it’s been a dream y/n. I can’t wait to hear how your life has been too. It’s been way too long. Talk to you in the morning. Well, for you it might be night but I’m sure we’ll just text each other 😂

You: it’s okay 😂 get some rest 😊😊 gn🌙🌙

You bring your hand to your eyes again. Texting your mom sounded like a scary move and a conversation of “I told you so” that you were not ready to have at this time. Even though you knew she would be on your side. She was definitely asleep by this time of night anyway.

You realized that the only one you really had left to go to was Melo.

You thought hard about it for a moment. Not wanting to prove what anything Tristan said right. But Tristan’s words were damaging. He does not know Melo like you do. Nothing Tristan said mattered now. His words hurt but you knew they were not true. You knew you were loyal and deserving of someone who loved and cared for you.

You looked at your phone now, beginning to type what came to mind.

You: Hey Melo. I just wanted to say thank you for being in my life lately. I really appreciate our bond.

You delete the message.

You: Hey Melo, Tristan and I are done and I don’t know how to feel. I feel sad about it but I am also kinda relieved. Am I a bad person for that?

You delete it again.

You: Hey LaMelo. I really wish you were here right now, I need some support. My heart was just broken. Haha at least I got a new kitten.

God no, you thought. Delete, delete, delete.

One more time.

You: Hey, hope your game went well tonight😊😊

Sent.

You searched up the final scores for the games tonight.

Hornets vs. Warriors

The Warriors beat the Hornets 113 to 87.

Well, I guess it wasn’t a good night for him either, you thought.

Your kitten was up and walking around now. You studied her as she made tiny steps around your apartment.

“You must be hungry, baby girl,” you cooed.

She looked up at you and meowed as if she understood what you asked.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you replied to her with a giggle.

You got up and prepared some wet food for her. She went in on her little bowl as soon as you set it down for her.

You set her new toys and bed on the floor. You watched her every move as she spent moments playing then moments later completely ignoring her new bed and hopping on yours for a nap.

You decided to take a nice shower to wind down for the night. As the thought repeatedly rewinded in your head that Tristan was gone. How could he not even tell you his plan was military? Not once did he mention it. The thought sickened you and you tried to let it pass, letting the hot water build up steam in the cold bathroom and bring relief to your puffy eyes.

Taking quiet possibly the longest shower of your life, taking your time to get clean. You got out and lied on the bed, looking at your phone.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: hey y/n. Not the best game. We lost tonight.

You: I’m so sorry to hear. How you holding up?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: It’ll be okay. Just have to go harder next time.

You: I know you will 😊

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: how about you tho? How’s your night going?

You: haha… welll… funny you ask

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: what’s the matter?

You: it’s okay, I don’t have to vent at this very moment we can always talk about it later, you probably have a lot on your mind already right now.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: tell meee, what happened?

You: you sure?

You stroked Lucky’s fur as you awaited his response.

Your phone began vibrating with an incoming call.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯

“Hello?” You asked without being able to contain your sniffles and voice cracking.

“Hey y/n what’s wrong?” He asked, the concern very clear in his voice.

“Um,” you began. “You want to hear the good news or bad news first?” You ask with a weak laugh, trying to make light of the situation.

“Oh camera girl you sound so sad,” he replied. “What’s the bad?”

“Well Tristan and I broke up and it was pretty ugly.”

“Oh Y/N I’m so sorry..” he trailed off. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly I don’t know. It hurts right now, he was so mean.”

“Damn I feel bad. I really I wish could be there for you right now,” he sighed.

“Thank you Melo, I appreciate it. Thanks for even calling to check up on me.”

“‘Course. If I could I would be there you know I would.”

“Thanks… I wish you were…” you admitted.

“Soon.. But what’s the good news though? If you ready to talk about it,” he chuckled.

“I got a cat… he bought her for me. Well, adopted I guess but paid for her stuff, It’s an early birthday present.”

“Oh early? When’s your birthday?”

“November 22nd.”

“Oh that’s coming up… why’d he give it to you before?”

“He… he told me he’s going to the military.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah..”

“And you didn’t know?” He stammered.

“Not a clue.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“That’s-“

“Fucked up,” you finish his words for him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. When I come back we can go somewhere special. Anywhere you want- to help you feel better,” he states.

“That’s so sweet of you Melo, thank you,” you reply with a sniffle.

“Take some time off you deserve it, I really hope you’re okay.”

“I will be… not at this second though. This feels hard.”

“Are you okay being alone right now?”

“No,” you say feeling the tears coming back on.

“Oh shit that was not a good question to ask, I’m so sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” you say with tears and a laugh. “I’m a big girl I need to learn how to work through it.”

“You will. It’ll be okay, I promise,” he reassured. “Just know, if I didn’t have basketball going on, then I would be flying out to be there with you right now,” he stated.

“Thank you, Melo,” you giggled. “Thank you for putting a smile on my face and helping me cheer up a bit.”

“Of course camera girl, get some rest.”

“Thanks, I’m gonna try.”

“Good night Y/N.”

“Night Melo. Thank you again.”

The line disconnected. You sat in silence

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[stylistiquements]

Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・　　 .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・

A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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[shirophantomvox]

How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital

Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.

Anyway, let’s get into the post!

We’ll start with Hisoka this time.

Hisoka

In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.

The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.

He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.

He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.

He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.

“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.

“Tall enough to be my house!”

This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.

He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.

“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.

“I’m here to see y/n.”

“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”

This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.

You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.

When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.

“Yes, I am ok.”

“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.

“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”

Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.

“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”

“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”

The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.

“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”

Illumi

Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.

One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.

While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.

His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.

Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.

You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.

When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.

He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.

Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.

He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.

While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.

“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.

On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.

He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.

His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.

As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!

Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.

This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.

After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.

Chrollo

When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.

Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.

This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.

In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.

Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.

You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.

Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.

“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.

He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.

His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.

When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.

Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.

“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”

Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.

Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.

Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.

Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.

Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.

“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”

He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?

A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.

“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”

He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.

[itgirlification]

supermodel (2) | jjk

your story with jungkook never seems to end, yet you’re still worried about how it’s gonna end.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: TOXIC (i cannot stress this enough shit is hella toxic), yn is kinda (very) dumb, jungkook is an actual asshole, borderline mental abuse, infidelity, more insecuritiiiies, mentions/hints of sex, etc.

part one part three

There you were in his arms again, with only your panties and his shirt on.

At this point, you couldn’t even explain yourself. You were guilty, but you know what they say; love hurts.

With his arms wrapped around you and you clinging to him like that, you couldn’t care less about what was gonna happen next. You knew you were probably gonna have a mental breakdown when you go back to the dorms but for now, you were okay.

After he came over that night, he contacted you again. He said he didn’t want this to be serious, he wanted it to be a solely sexual relationship.

“You know, you’re the first girl I’ve been with, who seems to like getting hurt and degraded”, he sighs against your hair. “Sometimes I feel like you can’t get enough of it.”

You stayed silent. What were you supposed to do anyway? Tell him he’s right and stay like this for a while or react defensively and start an endless argument? You chose the first one.

“You’re the only woman that’d let me do all this stuff and still love me. Maybe that’s why I came back to you.”

Holding back the tears, you cling closer to his larger body, as if you were using him as some kind of shield. He thought you were an easy target and forgiving. What else would a man want from a woman he was only interested in fucking, a side piece? Even if she’s in love with him, she was gonna ignore that just to spend as much time with him as possible.

“It’s not like you actually came back.”, you responded, keeping your voice as stable as you could. “We’re just fucking.”

Jungkook sighed deeply, most likely noticing your petty undertone. “Don’t be like that. We aren’t fucking right now.”

You weren’t sure what point exactly he was trying to prove, you agreed to be his side chick. Did he think you didn’t know what a side chick was supposed to do? Because you did know, you just secretly thought you guys were meant to be, you weren’t just some side piece.

Looking around the motel room, your stomach began feeling weird. He wasn’t usually cheap, but you guessed he thought a side chick didn’t deserve a better environment than a cheap motel room rent for a night.

“Because we literally just did.”, you calmly said. You weren’t trying to piss him off.

But Jungkook wasn’t having it. Out of nowhere, he shoved you aside and put his hands over his face, noticeably frustrated.

“What happened?”, you weren't sure if asking that was the best option.

Jungkook turns his body to you. “What happened?? You keep on fucking me up and being a bitch about all this and you ask me what happened?”

He was so furious, his eyes were dark and his face was screwed up. You were now both standing, his tall figure towering over yours.

You saw his hand forming a fist and it would’ve been a lie if you said you weren’t terrified. He hasn’t touched you once throughout your relationship, but you never know.

“I didn’t even say anything. Maybe you’re just a little too sensitive.”, you were pouring salt on a wound at this point, but you didn’t want to be weak and let him talk to you like that.

“Me, sensitive?”, his tone was dangerously serene, as he leaned closer to your face. “If I wasn’t here with you, you'd probably still be crying over me. And you know where I’d be? Laying in bed with the beautiful model I have the privilege to call my girlfriend. Yn, I don’t need you. Don’t get bold with me, ‘cause we both know who’s gonna be heartbroken in the end.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, what did you get yourself into again? This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault, this wasn’t anybody’s fault but yours. You should’ve never opened up, you should’ve never said yes to being his side piece, you should’ve never been his girlfriend, to begin with. You stayed silent, but your loud sniffs and your uneven breathing said more than you could at the moment.

“I’m leaving.”, he announced coldly before throwing his black leather jacket over his broad shoulders, leaving you half-naked, crying on the poor-quality motel bed you just had sex on. When he got out of the motel room, you looked outside of the small window, watching him leave in the car he drove you here with.

Now, you had no other option than to call Jane to pick you up since your dorm was a half an hour walk away from the motel and you didn’t have the energy to walk for even a minute.

You weren’t sure if you had the energy for all the questions Jane was gonna ask you when she sees your mascara smeared face and your messy hair. Not to mention the motel. You weren’t a motel type of girl and she knew that.

Still, you called her and she answered almost immediately. “Yn? What happened? I thought you were gonna sleepover at your parents’?”

Sleepover at your parents’ house? You had almost forgotten the bad lie you told Jane just to have sex with Jungkook in this cheap-ass motel. And to think you were convinced you two were gonna stay the whole night.

“Uh”, you quickly coughed to cover up the voice cracks you got from crying. “Yeah, it’s a long story, please pick me up. I’ll text you the address.”

About 10 minutes later, Jane arrived and looked at you like you were out of your mind when you got into the car. “Yn, what the fuck? I was so worried about you. And this isn’t your parents’ house, this is a fucking motel. Did you meet a guy? Did he do something to you? Should I call the cops?”

“No, no, no, oh my god, please don’t”, you knew she was gonna ask a lot of questions. “I lied to you. So what actually happened was me and Jungkook reconnected an-“

She rolled her eyes. “Of course it was Jungkook. So I’m guessing he left you here?”

You hesitantly nodded.

“So when were you gonna tell me you ‘reconnected’ with him? When did you even ‘reconnect’ with him?”, she mockingly asked you. You weren’t blaming her for being pissed off, you’d have been too in this situation.

“A month ago? I think..”, you muttered.

“Hm”, Jane nodded, sighing at your naivety. “And when did he even break up with his model chick?”

You awkwardly looked away and Jane was hoping it wasn’t because of what she thought.

“He didn’t break up with her??”, Jane was beyond frustrated. “So.. you’re like his side chick now? Are we gonna stoop that low for men, yn?”

Jane always wanted the best for you and you knew she knew what was the best for you too, you were just too foolish. And too in love with a man you can’t force into loving you again.

“I know but please can we not talk about this right now? I just don’t feel like it.”, you asked, looking down on your fingers, ashamed of yourself.

“Alright, I’m sorry, babe.”, Jane hugged your side quickly, before starting the engine and heading back to the dorm. “You know I just want what’s best for you.”

You nodded, looking out of the window with your head full.

_

“Bella just texted me and said her birthday party will be 90s themed? Can’t she be a little more specific?”, Jane barged into the room, looking down on her phone in disbelief.

Bella was a person you two met at college in one of your shared classes. She was a sweetheart, but she was a little spoiled too. The only reason why she got into the college was that her rich daddy bribed them, but you couldn’t be mad, your parents would’ve done the same if they had the money.

She was extremely extroverted, a people person. She probably never had a boring day in her life with all the parties she threw whenever her dad and his 20 something-year-old girlfriend were on vacation or business trips. She even had some celebrity friends and would just casually post selfies with them on her Instagram story like it was a normal thing to do. She was basically living the dream, clueless about what real life for others really was about.

Jane had a love-hate relationship with Bella ever since they met. She thought Bella was a nice girl, but it was ‘unbearable’ to have a conversation with her because she was too self-centered to talk about anything else than herself.

You shrugged. “Just wear something Aaliyah would’ve worn.”

“Hm. Fair enough. It’s really not all that deep, actually.”, She said. “So what are you gonna wear?”

“I don’t even know if I’m going, Bella’s parties are boring.”, you answered honestly.

You really weren’t sure if you’d go. You did feel like seeing people and having a little fun but it wasn’t like you ever had fun at any of Bella’s parties. One time, a guy puked all over a new dress you bought just for the party, and another time, you were forced to drink 4 beer bottles. You hated beer.

“Why not? It’s gonna be fun and you’re coming.”, she decided for you, making you playfully roll your eyes. “And wear that black latex dress, I haven’t seen it on you in forever.”

To say that Jane was a fashionista would be an understatement. She was too invested in fashion to be bothered with anything else.

“Alright, but only if we don’t stay for long.”, you tried to compromise with her.

She nodded. “We gotta buy her presents though. Is there even anything she doesn’t have?”

You sighed, annoyed. “C’mon, there’s gonna be at least 200 people at that party, it’s not like she’ll notice if we just don’t get her anything. Besides, she’s rich as fuck.”

Jane snickered at your comment. “Girl, you must not know her, she checks every damn person and probably throws them out if they don’t buy her a Chanel bag or something. Bitch is a little crazy.”

It was amusing because you both knew that was exaggerated. Bella wasn't that serious about gifts. But let’s just say, for the money that her dad had, she was a little too greedy.

But you were too bothered with your own life than to worry about other's.

_

As soon as you arrived at Bella’s mansion, two security guards were standing in front of the door. They let you in as you showed them your invitations. It was a little bit extra, but that’s just how Bella was.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the house was the smell of sweat and weed. Already? You weren’t really surprised though.

Bella was standing there, wearing a skintight red dress that, ironically, didn’t really fit her own party’s theme. But she did look absolutely beautiful greeting her guests with the biggest smile on her glowing face. She had her strawberry blonde hair down in elegant beach curls and there were some cute butterfly clips placed in them.

You could recognize that it was her birthday from miles away. She was basically shining.

“Oh my god, Jane, Yn!! I’m so happy to see you guys!”, an overly keen Bella came, hugging you both with strength. “Oh, I see you got me something, girls you know you shouldn’t have!”

She tried hiding her smile at the bags in your hands, freeing the two of you from them immediately.

“It’s your birthday, Bella. We can’t just come here without any gifts, girl.”, Jane smiled. “Happy birthday.”

You looked to your side, admiring Jane’s acting skills. “Happy birthday, Bella! I can’t believe you’re 23 now.”

“I know right, if you were a year younger, you’d be as old as your dad’s girlfriend.”, Jane joked around, making Bella hysterically laugh.

“C’mon, almost everybody’s here already”, Bella excitedly pushed you towards the living room.

The room’s stench was even more unbearable than the one at the entrance, leaving you covering your nose for a second leaving out an ‘oof’.

The 90s trap music was heard extremely loudly through the whole house and there were people dancing and grinding. There were some couples that sat on one of the many couches, acting like they were in their own little world. It wasn’t very pleasant to watch, but you just chose to ignore it. The stench was something you couldn’t ignore though.

You were already bored out of your mind.

A few minutes of pure boredom and dry conversations passed then the music stopped playing and you could hear Bella’s voice calling for everybody’s attention. “I’m gonna open the presents now, so everybody come here and Daphne, please bring the gifts here so I can open them.”

Daphne was Bella’s personal maid. She never really talked, but she did everything she needed to. She brought all the bags to Bella one by one and you could’ve sworn she was trying not to cry out of happiness.

“Oh my god, Jackson”, She cried out as she pulled a pair of Saint Laurent shoes out of a box. “These are so beautiful. You even got the right size. Thank you so mu-“

“Bella, I’m so sorry we’re late, we had to run some errands”, a soft-spoken voice interrupted, making everybody in the room turn her way, just to see the charming model with none other than Jeon Jungkook by her side. Wow.

As soon as you turned your head to see who it was, you turned back around, looking at Jane to make sure she saw what you saw. You sent her a questioning, almost panicking look just for her to shrug.

“Yuki! It’s fine, girl. Come here, I’m opening my presents right now.”, The birthday girl exclaimed, making Yuki immediately hand her her gift.

Jungkook was just walking behind his girlfriend, making no type of noise whatsoever and you prayed he wouldn’t see you.

They sat down at an angle where you couldn’t help but look at them though and you were sure he looked at you for a split second as well. They looked beautiful together.

Bella just continued opening gifts and thanking everybody dearly, but you weren’t paying attention to that. You just zoned out for most of it. Those were a lot of gifts she got.

You couldn’t help but steal another glance at your ex-boyfriend and the girl besides him.

She looked even cuter in real life. Her cheeks had a natural blush to them and her hair was long and healthy. She was thin and her skin tone was warm and even.

You’ve always been insecure about your hyperpigmentation, but she didn’t seem to have any problems with how she looked. She was near damn perfect. Perfect wasn’t real, but if it was, it’d be her.

Jungkook probably never had a problem introducing her to his parents or his friends. You always felt like he had difficulties with that while he was dating you. He just wasn’t confrontational enough to tell you he was ashamed to have you as his girlfriend.

You seemed to be stuck in your place while everybody else was either dancing or making conversation.

Jane was sitting next to you, talking to a girl with blond box braids about a new movie that recently came out. You heard what they were saying, but it sounded like a foreign language to you since you weren’t focused.

“Yn? Are you okay?”, Jane whispered in your ear, hugging your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were invited.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine, Jane. It’s not your fault, I just kind of wanna go home.”

She looked at you apologetically. “Can’t we stay for a little while? I promise it won’t take long, I’m just actually having fun here.”

You had to admit you were being selfish, not just in that moment, but whenever it came to Jungkook. You’ve dragged Jane through all of your shit and never really thought about how she must feel like.

Nodding in response to her. “I’m gonna get myself something to drink.”

You finally stood up from your place, looking around unsure, feeling like you’re taking up so much space wherever you go, even when you were doing absolutely nothing.

You wore the latex dress, but only because Jane insisted and made sure you knew you looked good. She convinced you for maybe a second, but all those insecurities were coming back. You tried sucking in your stomach the whole night, but it just wasn’t enough.

You were asking yourself all kinds of questions. If your arms looked too fat and if your cellulite was visible, if your hip-dips were as noticeable to others as they were to you. You felt like everybody was looking and they were judging really hard.

All you wanted was to fade into oblivion.

You were feeling his eyes on your back and god, you wanted to look too but you fought the urge, just continued walking to the bathroom. You weren’t in the mood to drink after all.

Your gut feeling was telling you he was following, but you ignored it.

Until you were about to close the bathroom door and you saw black timberlands stepping between the door and the doorframe to stop you from closing it.

You sighed, opening the door, resulting in him getting in the bathroom with you.

“Why are you avoiding me?”, the handsome man facing you asked, brown eyes looking deep inside of yours.

“How can I avoid you when you didn’t even try talking to me?”, you asked back, looking away immediately.

You hated how your relationship was just a cycle of him hurting you and coming back, acting like he hadn’t done anything wrong. And he was so good at it too.

He chuckled darkly, letting his eyes glide down your body for a second just to look back into your eyes. “You know exactly what I mean, yn. Don’t play dumb.”

You did know what he meant.

“And? It’s not like I have anything to say to you.”

Jungkook came closer to you, softly wrapping one arm around your waist, whispering in your ear. “You don’t?”

You couldn’t believe how shameless he was, being so close to you while his girlfriend was a few meters away, outside of this door, probably thinking he’s getting her a drink or something. You wondered if he did the same thing to you when you were dating.

“Jungkook, stop. Your girlfriend is here.”, you tried to convince yourself you didn’t want it. “How can you even do this?”

“It’s nothing we haven’t done before, princess.”, He kissed your earlobe. “You can’t possibly think it’s okay when she’s not around, but not okay when she is. It’s the same thing.”

You knew he was right, besides, you were just as guilty as he was. You were messing around with a taken guy and the worst part was, you knew he was taken and you still did it.

“I know, but I wanna end whatever this is”, you hesitated to say. “It’s unhealthy and you already have a girlfriend, why don’t you go and kiss her, why me?”

You were avoiding this conversation ever since this started. Sometimes it’s hard talking about things you don’t actually want to hear about.

“What do you mean?”, Jungkook feigned confusion, but you knew better than to believe him. “It’s easier said than done, yn. We have a history together, you know that.”

“I do, but that’s all we are. History. And we should both get over it.”, you responded.

“But what if I don’t want to?”, it was more of a statement than a question, really. “What if I told you, you’re special to me?”

You were gonna have a meltdown if he continued with this. Why was he so fucking complicated? You knew he didn’t love you so what was it?

“But I’m not. The only reason why you come back is because you think I’m easy material. It’s because you were my first everything and it’s because you know exactly how much you mean to me.”, you cry out, tears coming up to ruin your makeup again. You wished you wouldn’t cry as much as you did. “You know I’ll always let you in, no matter what. I know I’m at fault too here and I’m not blaming you, but please for god’s sake, don’t make it worse on me.”

You looked in the mirror, almost not recognizing yourself. You felt detached from reality, but not in a good way at all.

Jungkook scoffed, looking down at you. “I know I shouldn’t have tried talking to you. It’s like you can’t even appreciate anybody showing you affection. I’m trying to prove to you, that you aren’t nothing to me and that’s the response that I get. Not everybody’s against you, yn, you’re just too insecure to notice. That’s why you haven’t ever had anybody showing you interest. It’s because you lack confidence and think the world revolves around you. But I did show you interest. In the past and now. But look at you. You haven’t changed at all, still the little yn who compares herself to other girls and thrives off of male attention, because you can’t believe that somebody could love you just for you when there’s skinnier, prettier girls walking around. So what if there are skinnier, prettier girls around? That’s reality, yn.”

You didn’t know what exactly you expected him to say, but that wasn’t it. Looking at him with big, teary eyes, is that really what he thought of you? Of course, it was. Because it was the truth. The cold, hard truth. Not sugarcoated. He knew you better than you wanted him to.

Without a single word leaving your dry lips, you open the door and run out, ignoring him calling your name and the weird stares people were giving you. You needed to find Jane.

Once you found her joking around with a bunch of random people, you go up to her. You most likely looked like you came out of a horror movie.

“Yn? What the fuck happened?”, she lightly took your face in her warm hands and caressed your cheek worriedly.

“Pl- please, can we just go home?”, you whimpered, thankful that everybody was respectful enough to turn around and focus on their stuff instead of ogling at you.

“Sure, sure. Come here”, she took you in her arms and walked you out of the mansion, not caring to say goodbye to anybody.

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thank you for the support love yall!! 💗

a/n: so i know most of yall probably wanted a happy ending but first of all this probably isn’t the ending:) and i wanted to portray it as realistically as possible. It’s really hard to get out of a toxic relationship especially when you’re so in love with them but i’ll see what i can do to make yn happy cuz girly’s going thru it. Btw this wasn’t proofread so there’s probably so many mistakes and i thought this was very underwhelming but i hope you guys like it thank you!