#i giffed this but i have to wait until tomorrow to post bc it's too late now lms if u cried

[sundial-girl]

[nghtwngs]

solace

description; After a long day, Nikolai finds relief in you.

pairing; king!nikolai lantsov x fem!reader

genre; smut, fluff, established relationship

word count; 1.8k

warnings; 18+, somno!! (which automatically makes it dubcon, so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable), reader is asleep for part of this but has consented (pls discuss boundaries with your partners guys), fingering, unprotected sex (a no no irl), cream pie, oral (fem-receiving), cum-eating, swearing, nikolai needs his own warning, christ this is kind of depraved (but also tender?)

notes; i have been thinking a LOT of thoughts lately. this is the first time i’ve ever written smut, so it’s probably terrible haha never thought i’d be writing anything explicit but i was not strong enough to resist this man. but i think this is a one and done type of thing. i do have a few other nikolai works in my drafts though, so if i ever get around to it, i’ll finish and post them

notes ii; i saw that s&b got cancelled :(( i’ve never seen it nor have i read any of the books… (sorry if nikolai is ooc) but hopefully i’ll get around to either of them eventually. mostly im sad bc there likely won’t be a resurgence in nikolai fics, and i already feel like i’m in a drought. i mean look at him!! (i <3 gif makers)

Nikolai is exhausted.

It’s late when he returns to his chambers. His mind is still filled with all the tasks he had performed that day while thinking about all the ones left for tomorrow. But his eyes had grown too bleary while staring at a document (a trade agreement perhaps?), reading the same line for the hundredth time before he was finally lured by the idea of slipping into bed with you. He was hoping he would come back before you went off to bed, but it was already well into the night, and you would be asleep by now. He enters your shared room and finds you sleeping the night away.

He’s not sure how you do it. He thinks the bed is much too big to sleep in alone and can no longer slip into a restful slumber without you. When Nikolai catches a glimpse of your face, soft and relaxed—not a worry in sight—his heart flutters. A smile curls his lips at the sight of you while he changes out of his clothes for the day.

Once he frees himself of his shirt and trousers, he slips on a soft pair of pants. He makes it towards the foot of the bed, noticing that the comforter was no longer tucked in. Instead, it pools around your calves. You’re laying on your side, hands tucked beneath your head. His hazel eyes stick onto the expanse of your skin, and before he realizes it, his fingers are delicately wrapping around your leg. You’re cold to the touch. He makes a move to cover your skin with the rest of the comforter.

However, you’re more enticing than you realize. He tells you so often. You find it difficult to believe, but it’s just the plain truth, and Nikolai is an honest man.

Most of the time, of course.

With a small breath, Nikolai pushes the blanket further up, revealing more and more of your legs. His eyes, tired but greedy, devour the sight. When he reaches past your thighs, his lips part when he realizes that you’re completely bare. You must have been waiting for him.

He nearly groans.

You had given him your explicit permission to do this before, but Nikolai had never been given the opportunity. Until now. Is this what you were hoping for when you fell into the land of dreams? Saints, the thought sends blood rushing down to his cock.

Your slit is now exposed to the cool air, and you squirm a little. His eyes glance up at your face, wondering if he had already woken you. No matter though, he wouldn’t mind having you either way. His fingers dance along your thighs, edging closer to your cunt. You’re gorgeous, he thinks before running a finger over your soft folds. When he reaches your hole though, he feels a familiar stickiness. Had you already touched yourself? Was that how you were able to fall asleep in this bed that was much too large for just one of you?

He collects some of your release on his finger. There’s not a lot that hasn’t already dried, but just enough to start circling your clit without too much friction (with some help from his saliva). He hears you breathe in deeply as he draws lazy circles with his finger. With his other hand, he palms himself through his pants, already hardening from both the sight and feel of you.

Part of him wants to see the rest of you, but he doesn’t want to leave you cold. He wonders if you’re wearing anything at all—the answer is likely not. It’s not long before you’re wet enough, and he’s able slip two entire fingers into you. You’re already clenching around his hand, a soft whimper leaving your pretty lips.

Nikolai could come from this alone.

You squirm again, unknowingly beginning to grind into his hand. Nikolai watches your lips part, the prettiest sounds escaping your mouth. You’re nearly there. He can feel you tightening around his fingers, but he won’t let you come just yet. Right before your peak, he takes his fingers out of you. Your legs shake as he rubs the skin of your thigh soothingly.

He shrugs off his trousers, stepping out of them and freeing himself. The tip of his cock is red, and he uses his fingers to smear the pre-cum around it. He groans slightly as he pumps himself. With little patience left, he lines himself up with your entrance and lets out a soft sigh at the feeling of your wetness.

He drags his cock through your cunt, gathering your arousal. He slips into your warmth with a sharp exhale, feeling your tight, wet walls squeezing him. Nikolai has half a mind not to curse, not wanting to wake you. He holds the side of your leg with his hand and fights the urge to shut his eyes. He holds himself still for a few moments, and yet they feel like an eternity.

He wants to watch himself slide in and out of you. He pulls his hips back until only the tip of him is left before pushing back into you deeply. Nikolai starts a steady rhythm, pleasurable but slow enough to keep him from spilling into you too quickly.

A whine leaves your mouth, your face scrunching at the feeling of being stretched and filled. “N-nikolai?” Your voice is raspy and filled with sleep as your hand reaches up to rub your eyes. You can barely keep them open. It’s adorable. His cock hits a sensitive spot, causing you to moan out. “Shit.”

“Darling,” he greets as if he’s not buried deep inside you. He grins down at you and starts to thrust into you faster.

Nikolai beams when a bright laugh comes from your lips.

“This is a surprise,” you murmur, grinding down onto him.

“A pleasant one, I hope?”

“Very. When did you get back?”

“Not long ago… I wanted to finish everything before you fell asleep, but there was a lot of work left to do. I saw you looking just lovely in our bed and decided to surprise you.”

You smile sympathetically, knowing how busy your king is. The blanket, which was bunched up over your torso, is moved to the side by you, exposing the rest of your body to his eyes. He’s right. You aren’t wearing anything at all. You turn onto your back and reach down, lacing your fingers with his. “I’m glad you did. Though I do think some rest is in order for you. You look terrible.”

He scoffs, sounding bewildered at the notion that he could look anything less than perfect. “Terrible? You wound me, wife.”

“Only for the sake of keeping you humble, my king.” You let out a chuckle which bleeds into a moan when he thrusts into a particular spot.

“There?” he asks, pushing into the same place once more.

Pleasantly, you sigh with a nod. “And I only meant ‘terrible’ in the sense that you look exhausted. Otherwise, I suppose you’re pretty perfect.”

A soft smile takes over his features. “I know, darling.”

You moan his name, pulling him down into a kiss. “You feel so good.”

He returns your kiss, grunting at how tightly your walls are clenching around him. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles. You cry out, and he swallows your sounds with another kiss.

“That’s it,” he coos as you bury your face in his shoulder.

“Nikolai,” you gasp. “I’m so—so close.”

“I know, darling. It’s going to feel so good. Let me take care of you.”

Nikolai feels your lips pressed against the column of his throat, placing wet kisses to his skin.

“Saints, please… I need you. I want you to fill me.”

He lets out a heavy groan, his eyes nearly rolling back as he moans out your name. “Don’t worry, I promise I will. Fuck, you’re so tight.” Nikolai begins to babble. “You’re doing so good for me, taking me so well… sound so pretty, so, so warm. Perfect… Shit, I’m close. You have to come first—Can you do that for me? Good girl.”

His fingers move even faster while he fucks himself into you. Your release hits you quickly as he pounds his length into your sopping cunt. You tighten around him, causing his hips to stutter before he finally spills himself inside of you. You whimper, feeling his hot cum fill you.

He collapses onto you, his cock still inside your spasming warmth. He wraps his arms around your body. It’s like he’s melted into you. You hold him close, both of your chests heaving. One of your hands finds a home in his blond curls, running your fingers through them in a way that always soothes him.

“I love you.”

He grins into your skin, pressing a kiss to your bare chest. “I love you too.”

A few minutes later, he pulls out, leaving you emptier than either of you would like. He stares down at your puffy lips, watching his cum drip out of you. In a daze, his fingers rub his release around your folds, eliciting a soft whine from you. He doesn’t know whether he wants to push it back inside you, to fill you up again, or to clean you up with his mouth.

He thinks all three would be agreeable.

Nikolai leaves a trail of kisses down your chest, stopping at your entrance. “Will you let me clean you up, darling?”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “You don’t mean with your mouth, do you?”

“C’mon, I haven’t gotten to do this in ages—and it’s my favorite. Let me taste you, love.” He says this between several kisses to your thighs.

You pull him closer, cupping his face with your hand and thumbing his cheekbone. “I just want to make sure you’re getting enough sleep, Kolya. You’re going to be so tired in the morning.”

“I’ll be fine,” he reassures you, “and even better if you let me do this.”

He tries to stifle a grin. You’re unable to resist him or deny him of anything he wants, and he likes to exploit this fact from time to time. Alright, perhaps all the time—especially when what he wants is you. Who were you to keep him from his heart’s desires?

You sigh in defeat. “Okay, fine, but you’re sleeping in with me all morning.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he answers, knowing just as well that he couldn’t say no to you either.

His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he wraps them around your clit. He delights in the noises you make. Your legs nearly close around his head, but he places his hands on your thighs, keeping them spread. He licks between your folds, moaning at the taste of your shared release.

Nikolai looks up at you, meeting your gaze with a devious grin. “Darling, you taste delightful.”

“Nikolai,” you whine. “Please.”

The desperation in your voice is enough to make him hard again. He smiles, a softness in his eyes as he admires your blissed face. “Anything for you, darling,” he answers, putting his mouth back on your cunt, doing whatever he can to draw out those pretty noises from your lips again.

[kittenofdoomage]

Happy Birthday to my blog, seven years ago today I started out in this strange wilderness and it's only gotten stranger 👍 nearly 700 stories and over 3.3 million words of fanfiction.

I was just going to leave this as a happy birthday blog post but I feel like I've got a few things I need to get off my chest, so this is below the cut, I know not everyone wants to or particularly cares to read it so there's ya choice 🤷‍♀️

There's no big announcements here FYI. I'm just doing what my friends have told me and putting my thoughts down on paper.

Some of you may have noticed I'm not posting anything on Tumblr anymore. The lack of interaction (comments, asks etc.) has just really put me off putting anything on here because it doesn't really feel like anyone either wants to read it or wants me around anymore, and I'm not gonna beg for attention. I'm not surprised, to be honest, my whole life I've been a square peg in a round hole. People just don't want me around - it's not just online. In real life there's exactly one place I feel like no one wants me to leave and that's in my house, with my family. I've just always been an odd person, and there aren't many people who vibe with me, it's cool, I've accepted it. But I'm not gonna be opening myself to that discomfort or pain anymore. My fics are all on Ao3 and I'll continue to post on there, my Tumblr will remain but I can't find the strength to get excited about something and then deal with the crushing feeling that no one wants my work. TBH I barely check Tumblr that much anymore bc I only come on here to check messages (usually from Beka, who knows all of this already but if you're reading this, thank you for listening to me and being patient with my mental breakdowns). My asks are staying off for now (sorry, Heart Anon, I love you, I've no idea who you are but please know you've been a light in my life and I appreciate you so much, and Marie, you have also been a beautiful friend with your daily gifs and hearts) but my PMs are on, just don't expect an answer right away.

I turn 35 tomorrow. It's been playing on my mind a lot, especially since my life expectancy ain't looking too good lol. I don't really have much of a life outside Tumblr. I'm a pretty boring person actually. Writing was the way I expressed myself and I truly enjoyed interacting with people who liked my stories. During the pandemic, it's been a way to keep myself focused and keep from slipping into the dark places we're all too familiar with. But there have been occasions lately where writing has been the cause of a slip into a dark place. And that's not healthy, and I need to work on it. I feel this is the time to stop forcing myself to write, seeing as I can't do much of it with my tiny human home for the school holidays.

My Patrons don't need to worry, I've still got material to share, it's a commitment I intend to honor because really, writing is the only thing I have, the only thing I feel I can do well and I am so, so, so, appreciative of every single person that supports me. I can't have a regular job right now (I hope that will change at some point because I've worked all my life until I got sick and I hate it) but you guys have given me a thread of independence, of dignity, and I value every one of you so much, those who have supported, who continue to support and who do so in the future.

I know this won't get absorbed, because it never does but those of you who read on Tumblr... please share the work you like. Set up a separate blog if you're too embarrassed to share on your main, make a reblogging blog, send asks, whatever, just please tell your author how much you liked what they did. I can assure you, those authors are waiting for it. We work so hard on what we make, what we create, we want you to scream from the rooftops. It doesn't even have to be coherent, we love all the feedback, we crave it (as long as it's not just a demand for part two, even Thor learned to ask for more without being rude about it, everyone else can). Without it, we're like plants without water. We don't feel the want to create anymore. And that's kinda where I'm at now. I don't want to lose my passion for my art but when there's nothing to do it for, sometimes it's out of our hands.

So, that's where I'm at. I'll probably lose followers (though I've already lost 250 in the last two months so that's not a surprise) and if any of my Patrons feel like my statement is unacceptable, that's fine. I don't expect anyone to agree with me. I just wanted to put my feelings down, to be honest with everyone. And I have.

I don't want the list of stories to end at 700. I want to keep creating stories that everyone will enjoy. I really hope things with change, even if not for me, then for the others out there who are on their creative journey.

Much love to everyone, stay safe xxx

(this post will remain untagged so it will not show in searches and I'm not tagging those people who I have spoken to about this and my feelings in general, as they know who they are, and they know they're very special, amazing, and appreciated people to me. I don't particularly care if this gets reblogged or not.)

[dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade]

Reunion

Request: HERE  A/N: UPLOADING IT AGAIN BC I FORGOT TO TAG IT SORRY Soo it’s been what, one year, since I last posted a fic here? I’m kind of rusty ngl but nevertheless, it felt comforting to write something like this :) As usual, critiques and comments are welcome  Word count: 1.7 K+ Warnings: none

To be added - or removed - from the taglist, please DM me or leave me an ask!

GIF credit goes to @edgeofgreta; the original post is HERE

You walked into the apartment and set the two groceries-filled shopping bags onto the laminated floor. You kicked off your shoes and carried the bags into the open kitchen, placing them on the counter. With boredom, you took out every single item and placed them in their designated spaces. With the same growing boredom, you made your way back into the living room and threw yourself on the navy-blue sofa with your head sinking in one of the biggest pillows.

You pick up your phone and look at the screen – specifically, at the lockscreen wallpaper, which was a photo of you and Jake. Josh had taken that photo on one of the getaways you made together. Jake had on a beige shirt with his top four buttons undone – in other words, only with his lower two buttons done – and his favorite black hat. He was standing up tall, a wide smile on his face, and you were leaning against him, with your head placed on his right shoulder. You smiled and unlocked your phone, then opened the messages app and texted Jake.

I miss you :( Why does tour have to last this long?

Underneath the blue message bubble appeared the notification that the message had been read, then three typing dots appeared on Jake’s end.

I miss you too, honey. I can’t wait to get home and see you.

You begin to type.

Can we facetime later?

The answer came shortly.

Sorry, but tonight we have a gig. Tomorrow, too… We’re having practice now. Josh has again too much energy and needs to drain it a little bit before going onstage. Got to go now :( Love you

You typed back a formal luck-wishing message and threw the phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa. You were bored out of your mind and in the mood to do nothing whatsoever. Jake had been gone for almost three months now. You understood that it was his job and those were the terms and conditions you agreed to when you started dating him, but you didn’t figure at the time that separation would feel like that. It was safe to say that from time to time you missed him so much it hurt you.

You curled into a fetal position and turned on the TV. Flicking through the channels, you stopped at MTV. Highway Tune just began to play. Your heart grew at the sight of the boys and especially at the sight of Jake. You were so proud of them for getting that far and the mere thought that there actually is a far longer way for them to go made your heart beat in exhilaration. As the last notes of the song echoed through the room, you closed your eyes, pleased that you had seen the band on TV again.

You woke up from the “nap” way too late – it was 1 AM when you opened your eyes – so you moved from the living room to the bedroom. You didn’t bother changing your clothes and you just got underneath the blankets covering the double bed. Before falling asleep again, you looked over at the empty space next to you and you caressed the sheets, wishing that Jake would be there.

The new morning brought along a new day, but unfortunately, the base routine was the same: breakfast, staying in bed for way longer than you should’ve, going outside for some more groceries, flipping through magazines, watching TV, texting – or at least trying to text – Jake. The difference was that today, you called in sick for work and decided to do something fun.

After calling multiple of your friends, asking if they were free to go shopping with you, you finally let yourself defeated and decided you’d visit some shops on your own.

While you were at the bookshop – the one you frequently visited with Jake – you found a puzzle which, put together, should create a 3D globe with multiple images from the Renaissance era. You figured that Jake would find that puzzle at least as intriguing as you did. I could start putting together a welcome-home gift for Jake, you grinned as the thought crossed your mind. You picked the puzzle box off the shelf and walked around the bookshop with it. You stopped in front of the vinyl-filled boxes and you began browsing through them. Jake had a ridiculously large vinyl collection, but you listened to it together so many times that you almost knew every record by heart.

After way too much time spent pondering which records to get, you finally settled for The Doors’ Morrison Hotel and T-Rex’s Electric Warrior. On your way to the register, you stopped by the wine-for-special-occasions section and picked up a bottle.

With your heart filled with excitement, you came back home and called out. “Jake, I’m –,” but you stopped as you remembered that he wasn’t actually home. You slowly let the paper bag containing the puzzle, the wine bottle and the two records on the ground as you locked the door. Before unpacking, you checked your phone. No notifications from Jake. You felt your heart lightly twitch. You couldn’t blame Jake: he was just busy and most likely tired.

You took out the new acquisitions and arranged them on the low coffee table and smiled at the thought of Jake coming in through the front door.

You were tired, so you quickly did your night routine and you got into bed. Once you were in bed though, you couldn’t fall asleep. You just kept tossing back and forth, unable to find a comfortable position. Unannouncedly and unexpectedly, tears welled up in your eyes as you laid there, alone, facing the empty space to your left. You didn’t fight the tears back; you were alone in the darkness, there was no one who could see you. You just missed Jake so much. You missed the smell of his cologne imprinted even in his pajamas. You missed his laughter that managed to make you laugh all the time and you missed those moments when you’d both begin to laugh hysterically and you’d laugh at Jake’s laugh and he’d laugh at yours, and you both laughed so much that you forgot what started it in the first place. You missed his random moments of dancing around the house and you missed his complaints mostly aimed at Josh. As the memories reeled in the back of your mind, your sobs got more frequent. Thinking of it, three months didn’t sound like such a long time, but in reality, time is tricky. Three months can easily feel like three hours and just as easy can feel like three years. For you, it felt like three decades. You mindlessly grabbed Jake’s pillow and hugged it tightly to your chest, wishing it would be Jake instead of just a pillow.

As a new day dawned, you shuffled in your sleep and hugged the pillow again. You didn’t want to wake up just yet.

“Wakey, wakey,” a voice said from somewhere behind you, almost through a dream.

“Five more minutes,” you groaned, unwilling to open your eyes. You paused then and held your breath.

“You’re gonna be late for work,” the voice spoke again and a warm finger traced your side.

You jumped almost instantly. “Jake!” you shouted and collapsed over him, your arms circling his shoulders. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply – that faint smell of freshly squeezed lemons, mint and cigarettes. His arms circled your waist and you both fell onto the bed. “God, I missed you so much,” you whisper.

“I missed you too… I am so happy to be back home,” he said and hugged you tighter.

Time stood still for you. You were in your happy place and nothing could get you away from there. You pulled away and looked at Jake. You ran your index fingers on both sides of his face and then cupped his face in your hands. Jake didn’t break eye contact with you not even for a second. He softly leaned into your right hand and with his right hand, he took your free one and brought it up to his lips, leaving a kiss on it. “Come here,” he whispered and smiled at you, as his hand made its way up to your cheek, slowly guiding you in towards his lips. You closed your eyes and slightly tilted your head to the side, anticipation growing in your stomach. His lips on yours felt so soft, so satin-like and sweet. You couldn’t get enough of this feeling. As an instinctive gesture, you brought your hand up to Jake’s face and let your fingers roam over his soft skin until they mindlessly tangled into his hair. Jake chuckled in-between needier and needier kisses, “More to come later.” He softly pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “Next time, you’ll quit your job and come with me on tour.”

“Definitely,” you giggle, already picturing it in your mind. City after city, state after state – and you’d be there to see it all. “Jakey,” you say and pout a little.

“Yes, I will cuddle with you,” he nodded his head before you even got the occasion to ask the question. You break out in laughter and fall into the bed which, now that Jake was home, was even more comfortable.

You snaked your arms around Jake’s torso and pulled yourself closer to him. Jake pulled the blanket over the two of you in one swift move and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. “I’m never letting you go,” you whisper and cuddle closer to his chest.

“Please never do,” he answered and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Did one of the boys tell you by any chance that we’re coming back early?”

“No, why?”

“Oh, that’s good. I wanted it to be a surprise,” he spoke lowly. “I saw you had some wine in the kitchen.”

You giggled. “It’s for us, for when you would come home.”

“I am home now,” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“I’m calling in sick again,” you announced and Jake’s laugh echoed through the room.

“That’s my girl.”

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[blackberry-gingham]

This was kinda inspired by the previous anons request but could you write headcannons/imagines (whichever you think fits best) about being an actress and meeting their lad on the set of one of their movies/a movie

(Ok ik I have other requests waiting looong behind this one, but it's going to bug me if I don't do this first, so I'll post my next chronological request tomorrow instead of my usual every other dayish schedule! Thanks guys ❤️)

Honestly, the absolute MOOD™ of this gif has been on my mind for like all of the following imagines. Like the on periodt FLAVOR that actress is rocking, all done up and everything ?? John or [insert one of the other three] ob-sessed with you ?? Literally yes. So yeah, there's my overview lol, the rest is up to your imagination!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! 😌

George

You meet George on your way to grab a little refreshment before your scene in between takes

You've got a nice little flute of wine, to calm the nerves of course, when suddenly you get bumped rather harshly from behind!

Luckily your drink spilled on the floor and not your nice costume, but still, you're about to give whomever it is a piece of your mind!!

You turn on a dime and come face to face with... Oh

There, only inches away, stands the George Harrison, with a mouthful of food, a wrapped up snack for later, and eyes wide as saucers

It's a race to see who can apologise first

While you over come your shock at nearly cursing out one of the stars of the show, he hurriedly chews and swallows the last of his snack

"I'm so sor-" "-eg your pardon!"

You overlap each other with your apologies, causing a similar scenario again as you both accept the other's apology

The two of you chuckle a bit at that

At this point, George feels like he's just now getting a good look at you

He wonders if you're a recent hire, bc otherwise he certainly would've noticed the most beautiful woman in the building before now

Suddenly a touch self conscious, he wipes the crumbs from the corners of his mouth and scrambles for a way to make small talk

It's not really his forte, you see

Luckily, you come in to save him

You cock your head to look at his napkin of snacks

"What have you got there?"

"Oh these? N-nothing, just some scones or something like that"

He crosses his arms behind his back, like he's embarrassed to be caught smuggling snacks

"Oh! Have you tried the cream cheese and raspberry ones? They're to die for!"

George loosens up a bit. He wouldn't have guessed you were something of a food fan too...

He brings around his napkin of goodies and unwraps it a bit for you to see

"I have actually, would you like one?"

You thank him and take one, savouring the flavor while he pops another into his mouth as well

"See, quite good! Although, I'd dare say mine are better"

You laugh, but George simply stares

"You bake?" He says through a mouthful of scone, eyes alight

Of course you confirm that you do indeed, and your cooking is fantastic too, thank you very much!

The two of you talk about some of your favorite treats to make and from there... Well, George is pretty sure he's met his soul mate

John

Now when you meet John, I think you approach him!

He's backstage taking a smoke

You'd think he's just having a quick break to relax before filming starts, but the way he's looking around, shifting his weight, and fiddling with his outfit says it all

Classic stage fright

You remember those days, but as a seasoned, successful actress, you've learned a few tips and tricks you think might help!

For one thing, getting to know more then just your co-stars is a bit of a relief

Plus, I mean... It's John Lennon! And have I mentioned you're a bit of a fan?

So you approach, completely unfazed, and poor old Lennon does a double take

Out of gentlemanly habit, he immediately puts out his dart when he sees you coming

You come right up and introduce yourself with a "how do you do"

Now at this point, normally he'd respond with a witty but dirty pick up line, but...

He can't tell if he's just not in the mood from his nerves or what, but he just can't bring himself to do it

Or maybe... Maybe there's just something about you?

It's not every day such a fetching woman approaches him without screaming her head off and begging for an autograph in the process

Besides, there's just this air of confidence about you that puts him at ease

You make it look so effortless too!

He wishes he could be like that...

John nods respectfully with a quiet "just fine thanks"

He doesn't bother to introduce himself, he simply assumes everyone here knows who he is

You tilt your head and smile invitingly

"Are you sure? Excuse me for saying so, but you seem a bit nervous"

Well, regarding the filming coming up, he was a bit, but standing here, talking with you?

He certainly is now!

"It's fine, just thinking about my lines and such"

You can tell he's lying, but you let the matter go to switch up tactics

"Well I'm sure you'll be just fine out ther- Oh? Hold on..."

You casually saunter up to him as though you've known him for years to straighten his tie and smooth down his lapels

Despite your boldness, John puts up no resistance. In fact, he finds he rather enjoys your touch

He's so use to a more... different sort of touch when it comes to women, to the point that he's nearly forgotten just how fulfilling soft and gentle contact like this can be

Forgetting himself, John leans into your palms a bit as you finish petting them across the chest of his suit

You definitely notice, but decide to have mercy and say nothing about it

"Just remember, if you need a little stage advice out there, I'll be around"

You wink at him and walk off to your dressing room

John waits a moment until your out of sight, weighing what just happened in his mind

You know what?

He smiles to himself and jogs after you

Maybe he does want some advice...

Paul

Now Paul I think is the one guy of the four to seek you out!

You're relaxing in your dressing room adding just a few small touch ups to your lipstick and so on until you're on

When the gentle knock comes to your door, you assume it's your assistant come to fetch you

You check the time and then hurry over to answer the door

"Yes yes, I-"

Paul is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, a respectful distance from your door

When he'd heard you were the leading lady of this film, he knew he simply had to see you in person

He's a bit of a fan himself you see, and he can tell you right now, the camera doesn't do you half justice

Paul's mouth forms a little "O" as he looks you up and down so quick, it's almost subtle

Not at all impressed, you look at him expectantly, but try to hold back any attitude

"Can I help you, Mr. McCartney?"

He snaps out of his daydream and at last looks at you with the respect you deserve

"Oh, my apologies love, I just wanted to greet my co-star!"

Paul gingerly takes your hand and kisses your knuckles

Alright, maybe you're a little impressed

"I've heard so much about you, I couldn't believe it when they told me you were going to be a part of our little film"

He laughs, and then clears his throat awkwardly

"Sorry, I guess I'm just something of a fan"

You're a bit taken aback to see Paul, the ladies man himself, McCartney acting flustered, but what a compliment for one of the Beatles to be a fan of you

Needless to say, you're nice about his being awkward and hang around for a little conversation

He tells you about all the movies he's seen you in and how wonderful a job he thought you did

You're really enjoying the moment, after all, what a rare one it is! Until your assistant comes to fetch you and Paul for filming

"Oh yes, we'll be right along!"

Paul calls after your assistant and more or less shoos them away

Once you two are alone again, Paul fidgets a moment fishing around in his pockets

"Now I know you get this a lot-"

He pulls out a newspaper article and a pen, then holds them out to you

Upon closer inspection, it's the headline from when you were recognized for your first acting award

"But could I please get your autograph?"

Then he leans in and whispers, "and please don't tell the lads..."

You laugh and assure him his secret is safe as you sign your name in flowing script before handing him his prize

Paul looks like a child in a candy shop, he's so excited

You smile sweetly and begin heading towards the filming site

Before you know it Paul trots up beside you, following close

He looks from you to his newspaper clipping once and then twice before his eyes linger on you

"You know, I have a record from one of your plays back at the hotel... Could you-?"

At first you shoot him a look, but the puppy eyes he's giving you assures you he means no funny business, so you promise him ❤️

Ringo

You meet Ringo backstage in between sets, right before your scene

And when I tell you the first time Ringo sees you, he immediately knows he would die for you...

!!! RINGO. IS. STAR STRUCK !!!

You're already gorgeous as is, so when his first time seeing you is all done up with your hair, outfit, and makeup for the movie he's just BLOWN AWAY

And as he should be 💅🏻

There's still a decent bit of time before he needs to take his place or anything like that, which is good bc his brain is in a whole other dimension rn

You're absolutely magnetic and all he can think to do is approach

"Oh, hello Mr. Starr! Can I help you?"

"hi"

You blink at him for a moment, not quite sure what's happening

But when it hits you, you quickly cover your mouth with a gloved hand, trying your very best not to laugh at the poor guy

Ringo however, is completely under your spell at the moment

"I uuuuh, I'm Ringo"

His big droopy eyes are absolutely transfixed in a dreamlike haze on your beautiful face, and he offers you his hand to shake

Now you're REALLY trying not to laugh

You give his hand a shake, brushing off any awkward feelings, and introduce yourself

Ringo repeats your name aloud, looking now as though he's been transported into a dream

That's your name? He loves that name! How did you know!

After a moment of awkward silence while you let him process, he thankfully seems to return to reality

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you"

He looks away quickly, now starting to realize he's made himself out to be quite the fool

"Well I feel rather silly, uh"

He scratches his neck and sneaks a glance up at you

Thankfully, you're very understanding! You have a lot of fans, and his behavior isn't quite unheard of in your experience

"Oh, no no! It's no trouble at all!"

You give a genuine laugh and tell him you're always glad to meet a fan

Ringo responds with a little humor to relieve any last traces of tension or awkwardness and then laughs his deep, goofy laugh

You contemplate what a strange but wonderful sound it is

And you know? wouldn't mind sticking around to hear it again...

Besides, he's clearly already very interested in you

That, and it's nice to meet a gentle soul amongst your fan base, rather then the clamoring men and women you're used to

Ringo smiles at you with pure admiration, before picking up some easy small talk with you, just as though you're anyone else

It's at that moment you officially fall for him

[xcziel]

get to know me

tagged by @vishcount (thank you!!) and i'll follow her format bc making two posts seems a little much - i'm not that interesting!!

(hilariously, this post shows up as blocked for me bc of the tag 'joker' which? tumblr?????)

Part I

name: i'm an internet old, so i never use my real name online, mainly because it's spelled in a very unique way (thanks mom & dad) - i mean like, if you googled it you could find my home address in a few seconds kind of unique - but also, though i do enjoy the spelling, i actually don't like it very much when it's said out loud? (is it weird that my name written down is 'me', but my name aloud has never felt like 'me'?) always wanted a nickname but never acquired one :/

at any rate, i've had the username xcziel forever and i go by that 😊 (pronounced ex-SEE-zee-el, similar to etc. or ex-SET-er-ah! thanks @xia-xueyi for pointing out that it can be confusing to guess!)

rest behind a cut because it got long!

pronouns: she/her

star sign: i don't ... really *do* astrology? but technically saggitarius

height: 5'4" (162.5cm for the intl folks)

time: 5:43pm but these thing take me forever to type out so ... ???

birthday: playing the 'internet old' card again .. but it floats around american Thanksgiving depending on the year

nationality: american

fave bands/groups/solo artists: lumping these together because i just .. don't really do music much anymore. if you had asked me this back in my 20s i'm sure i would have had all kinds of opinions and things to share, but these days i actually mostly prefer to listen music from when i was a kid. part of it is also that as an old, i prefer to buy my music, even digitally, and i don't really use spotify - which does so much to enable diverse music exploration i admit! but i mostly have earplugs in all the time and music does not work for me as background noise, so...

so i guess my answer would be 70s disco and classic rock and 80s new wave artists? i've never liked any artist's entire discography and prefer greatest hits-type compilations, but i guess duran duran and def leppard and depeche mode would be considered formative? i love new order but specifically late 80s new order, NOT joy division. the only concert t-shirt i've ever worn was the cult? i loved sonic temple but i can't listen to most of it anymore though i still adore love removal machine. i think maybe if you get old enough, for some of us there's TOO MUCH good music and we can't pare it down anymore

song stuck in your head: jamiroquai's canned heat

last movie you watched: re: the above, i re-watched center stage, the 2000 one with zoe saldana and the mandy moore soundtrack, bc it's a happy comfort movie and i just got a digital version

last show you binged: i can't really "binge" very often bc after a couple of hours i need a break, so i guess i'd say the tgcf donghua on netflix since it was short enough to get through all in one go

when you created your blog: in 2012 i stopped lurking so i could post about the avengers movie

the last thing you googled: 5'4" in cm? lol before that it was chinese wrapped street food

other blogs: everything is here! i discovered i compartmentalize about as well as i tag reliably (😓) but i do have several automated ao3feed-tag style sideblogs. and i did, very briefly, have a *winces* hockey sideblog too

why i chose my url: ooh i know i've done this before, sorry if it's repetitive, basically it was the username i picked back when my family first got aol: short, unique combo of letters - 14-year-old me really thought about it! and then it wouldn't let me use anything other than my name. thirty-some-odd years later, trying to come up with a livejournal username that wasn't already taken and getting fed up, i plugged it in and went: good enough!

how many people are you following: like 760-something last i checked? although many, many, many of them are deactivated

how many followers do you have: idk i don't like looking at that stuff, but way fewer than i am following

average hours of sleep: it varies too much day by day, my sleep schedule is too wonky, i have no idea what the average would be

lucky numbers: 7? cliché i know, and again not really buying into it, but somewhere in my hindbrain i like it that my first, middle, and last names all have seven letters

instruments: none. i like singing

what i'm currently wearing: giant black t-shirt and baggy black drawstring shorts, standard sitting around the house gear

dream job: don't have one. if i did it would give me something to be working towards *sigh* this is how you end up in retail for decades, kids! but also, to quote a random post i saw in true tumblr fashion "i simply do not dream of labor"

dream trip: covered this one before but: back to the uk and some railway daytrips, or a really fancy northern cruise, atlantic/pacific either one

fave food: uhhh, don't really have a favorite but i'm almost always in the mood for pizza

top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: none really, if i had to still be me..maybe some kind of actually utopian future? but the pandemic has confirmed for me that i do NOT like living in interesting times, so most fictional story universes are RIGHT out. my favorites to read about like discworld or diana wynne jones' worlds would be way to chaotic for my comfort. possibly diane duane's young wizards universe would be safe enough to be okay?

Part II

last song: watching center stage made me think of my dance playlist so sunrise by simply red

last movielast stream: i don't watch streams or youtube often, so it was the same as you, vish! liu chang's birthday stream was SO enjoyable i screenrecorded the entire thing just so i could play it back (and maybe gif sometime if i ever get the drive to actually do it)

currently reading: well i just finished the translated quan qiu gao kao or global university entrance exam novel, which was sparked purely from catching a single rec post here on tumblr and basically just *falling* into this 166 chapter epic that is *amazing* and not coming up for air until i got to the end, which is typical novel-reading behavior for me (yes i was the kid who read through lunch period and got hassled by people who kept pestering me with "what're you reading" questions and yes i realize probably a lot of you on tumblr were too) plus, the new murderbot novel is out tomorrow!!!!! so that'll be where i end up next!

currently watching: the entire dmbj verse (that i can get my hands on) but ... sporadically and stopping at random different parts because the thing is ... this type of show is not really the kind i enjoy so much? so since it's more for "research" and learning character arcs (and let's be honest: shots of liu sang), etc. it's easy to get distracted by other stuff. i'm also watching the sleuth of the ming dynasty, mr queen, bromance, the expanse, re-watching farscape and stargate sg-1, just finished the falcon and the winter soldier, and then anytime something new and short gets introduced it jumps the queue. there are just. so. many. things. to. watch! (now i have to look into anti-fraud league too!? you all are cruel ...)

what is antipoetry to you: i ... don't really think much about poetry? i know what i prefer is usually the more basic rhymed kind like lewis carroll, emily dickinson, poe, coleridge, etc. so i suppose i don't have much use for classifying non-rhyming verse? i can appreciate stuff like rupi kaur which i guess would qualify? or that william carlos williams plums poem? but it doesn't really stick with me the way lyric-like verse does

currently craving: i never know what exactly this is meant to be in reference to ... hmmm, i would love a new high-concept, high production-quality movie like say, pacific rim, to be released, just for that massive, excited energy that comes with something new that hasn't already got tons of disappointing or conflicting history behind it - that would be so fun!!

other than that, right now, i mostly kinda want some fried fish? but that will have to wait until i go to get my second vaccine shot on wednesday since it's on the way there. i'd also like my internal body parts to settle down and fly right but it's been more than a month and they don't seem inclined :(((( maybe once i'm fully vaxxed i'll think about consulting somebody about it

tagging @foxofninetales @xia-xueyi @momosandlemonsoda @memorydragon @thewindsofsong @elvencantation @mylastbraincql @hesayshesgotboyfriend @aurawolfgirl2000 @smaragdine-galaxy and anyone who wants to! but never feel obligated and if you don't get around to it for like half a year that's totally fine, i am still interested!!!

[peaceisadirtyword]

Rumors (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: I got this request some months ago and I loved it💜 I wrote it a few times, and I should have posted it on Monday, but when I was finishing it... I didn’t like the ending at all, so I had to postpone it until @ivaravi​ helped me💕 so thank her bc I really didn’t know how to continue😅 

I hope you like it! Thank you anon for the request😘

Warnings: Ivar...👀 mentions of sex and... I think that’s all

Words: 3381

gif belongs to @honestsycrets​

Was it him or you looked even more beautiful that day?. When you entered the classroom with a couple of friends next to you, laughing at something one of them said, Ivar could swear you moved in slow motion. Like in movies, when the pretty girl is introduced. 

Ivar tried to look away from you, try not to look like a total creep by watching you. It was nearly impossible, to be honest. 

You said goodbye to your friends as they sat down on their usual seats and asked them to wait for you after the end of the class so you could grab lunch together. And, as always, you walked over to the seat next to him. 

Ivar remembered the first day of class. You were completely alone, being new in town, and sat next to him, asking for permission with a soft blush and a nervous smile. He was so surprised you actually wanted to sit down next to him that he just stared at you for like a minute. 

Since then, and though you had made a few more friends around university, you always sat down next to him in Scandinavian History. 

"Hi" you left your bag on the seat next to yours, sitting down and smiling brightly at him "How are you?"

"Hi" he cleared his throat "I'm... Fine, you?"

"I'm glad" you didn't stop smiling. Ivar hated the fact that he had the urge to smile whenever you did it "I'm fine too, but stressed with exams" you sighed.

"Don't be" he frowned "Just study as much as you can and do them" he shrugged "If you pass, nice, if you fail... Well, you have another chance"

You looked at him with an eyebrow raised. 

"Yeah, that's easy to say for you, you're the smartest here" you rolled your eyes smiling playfully "Anyway, I'm not worried about Scandinavian History, I know your notes will be more than enough" you giggled. 

Ivar never gave his notes to anyone. In fact, he barely had notes. Only the subjects he was more interested in. But you could ask him with that smile and, though he'd protest a bit, he'd give them to you. 

You winked at him when he glared at you, annoyed, and turned around to look at the teacher, who was already writing dates on the blackboard. 

Ivar bit his lip and looked at you again, nervously. He had decided to ask you as soon as the class ended. It would be better for when you said no, and he wouldn't have to sit next to you after you rejected him. 

Damn you, Ubbe, he thought taking a deep breath. His brother had been insisting he should ask you out, ever since you came to say hello to him one morning as he was smoking next to his brother's car with Ubbe and Hvitserk. They didn't stop teasing him about it since then, and he had to agree to ask you out so Hvitserk would stop threatening to slide into your DMs. 

"Just tell her you'd like to invite her to dinner or something like that, to talk to her, relax a bit..." Ubbe had said, shrugging.

"Or to the cinema" Hvitserk added, chuckling "If you sit on the back row, you can..."

Ubbe and Ivar had interrupted him then, groaning and rolling their eyes at the same time. Only Sigurd found that funny. 

"Yeah, you should take her to the cinema, Ivar, if you actually talk to her during the date she might realize you're an asshole"

Ubbe had to intervene then. 

The lecture was over too soon. He hadn't paid any attention, but he had already read the book twice, so he didn't really mind. His heart was beating so fast he was scared you'd heard it, and he hated himself for not being able to control his own emotions. 

You were already standing, collecting your things and muttering how long the day was and how you needed a two-year holiday. 

"Y/N"

You turned around to look at him again, an excited smile -probably because it was lunch time- on your face.

"Yes?" 

Ivar took a deep breath, and trying to hide his blush, he looked at you in the eyes. 

"Would you like to go out?" He said quickly, clearing his throat "You know... With me" 

You blinked a couple of times, surprised. Then you had to held back a huge smile. 

"I... Like a date?

Ivar frowned. He felt stupid for asking you, of course you would say no, what the hell was he thinking? And... Were you holding back a laugh?

"I... Don't know, do you want it to be a date? It can be a friendly date, if you prefer..." 

"No, I mean... I'm fine with a normal date" you blushed, trying to hide your excitement. Your fucking crush was asking you out, and you needed to sit down and have a glass of water. 

"Really?" Ivar widened his eyes.

"Yeah, it could be fun" you smiled at him "So... Where do you want to go?" 

"I... Know a place, it's near my apartment" he shrugged "We could go there and have a pizza or..."

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there tomorrow" you nodded, the beautiful smile on your lips made Ivar gulp again "Text me the address, okay?" 

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Your friends didn't seem as excited as you. 

They listened to you as you told them excitedly that Ivar had asked you on a date. In fact, you barely ate lunch, too excited and already worried about what the hell you were going to wear. 

"Wait" your friend interrupted you "You're not actually thinking about going to that date, are you?" 

You raised an eyebrow, looking at her confused. 

"What?" 

"We're talking about Ivar" she shrugged "Maybe he will fuck you after the date, but you won't hear from him again" 

"What are you talking about?" You chuckled in disbelief.

She sighed, leaving her fork next to her salad and looking at you again. 

"I know you're new here, Y/N, but you heard the rumors, right?" 

"What rumors?" You bit your lip "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about" 

"Ivar is not so good with women" she shook her head "He treats them really bad" 

You blinked a few times, with your lips parted and your lunch already forgotten. 

"What do you mean? I mean, Ivar is not the nicest person in the world, I know that but..." You shook your head "He has never treated me like that, and I have never seen him..."

"Remember Margrethe?" She raised an eyebrow.

"The blonde girl that dated his brother? Yes, what about her?" 

"His brothers" she emphasized with a small smile "She hooked up with Ivar too, she told Sigurd he couldn't... Get it up" 

You pressed your lips together when she coughed to hold back a laugh, glaring at her. 

"It's not funny, that happens to a lot of people, and what does that have to do with anything, anyway?" 

"After that" she had the decency to stop laughing, at least "He started sleeping with lots of girls, God, he was even worse than Hvitserk... They always said the same: that after fucking them, he would literally kick them out of his house and ignore them forever" she rolled her eyes "Others said he couldn't even perform, you know" 

You widened your eyes, pushing your plate away. You weren't hungry anymore. 

"Wow" you muttered "I could never imagine he would do something like that..."

"And he's rude, he treats people like trash, Y/N" 

You looked away, frowning a bit with a pout on your lips. 

"But... Who told you all of this?" 

"People" she shrugged "I can't assure you it's completely true, but... I think it is, you can judge by yourself"

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You stood just outside the lovely little restaurant. You could see him sitting on one of the tables, talking on the phone, and you felt awful. You nearly didn't come to the date, thinking about calling him and telling him you were sick, scared of what your friend had told you about him. What if it was true? The mere thought of him being such an asshole with girls -girls like you- made your stomach turn, but at the same time... It was pure gossip, and it might not be true, he deserved the chance to explain himself.

You took a deep breath before entering the restaurant. Ivar's eyes looked up when he heard the door, and he muttered something on the phone and hung up quickly, clearing his throat and giving you a small smile. 

"Hi" you smiled back at him "Sorry I interrupted your call" 

"No, it's fine" he shook his head, blushing a bit "It was my mother, don't worry" 

Your smile widened. It was truly hard to believe those gossips when he blushed and looked away in that way. 

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"God, this place is amazing" you groaned taking another bite of your pizza. 

Ivar smiled, raising an eyebrow at you. It amused him how fast you could eat a pizza bigger than you. It reminded him to Hvitserk and he immediately knew the two of you would get along very well. 

"Yeah, it's good" he nodded "In the morning they serve breakfast too, the best pancakes in town" 

He remembered you telling him how much you loved pancakes. 

"Really?" your eyes widened. 

"Yes" he chuckled "I'll invite you for breakfast one day if you want to" 

"Oh, I can invite you" you smiled shrugging "But yeah, sounds nice"

Then, you both stayed in silence again. 

Ivar shifted on his seat uncomfortably. His plan was to talk to you about his feelings, as Ubbe advised him. Hey, Y/N, you know, I have like this huge crush on you since I met you and I would love to keep going out with you and see if we can be more than... Friends? Classmates? Whatever the fuck we are now.

Well, maybe for Ubbe that things worked, but for him... Not so much. 

He was terrified that you would reject him, and in front of everyone... He already noticed the stares he got since you sat down with him, and the whispers. There was a group sitting on a table at the end of the room that didn't even try to hide their giggles and their whispers. 

Gods, if you rejected him he wouldn't ever go out of his bedroom, ever. 

You finished your pizza without any effort, drinking a bit of water afterwards while fixing your eyes on him. 

"So..." You cleared your throat "How's everything going? I feel like we never talk about anything that isn't university and classes" you pouted.

"It's... Going well, I think" he felt shy again. Ivar hated that feeling, to be vulnerable and shy in front of people. 

"Everything good with your brothers?" You asked casually, remembering he often came to class annoyed at them "Do you still fight every day?"

"The day we don't fight, I'll stop acknowledging them as my brothers" he raised an eyebrow and you chuckled "But today I only fought with Sigurd" 

"Well, that's a step" you shrugged with a smile on your lips "Hvitserk followed me on Instagram this morning, by the way, he liked all my pics... Is that normal?"

Ivar sighed, rubbing his eyes. He had been teasing him with it during breakfast, but he had ignored him. 

"Yeah, block him" he scoffed, and you laughed. The group on the table at the end of the restaurant looked at you, startled.

"Nah, it was fun" you smiled "Hey, I'm going to pay and then we can go for a walk or something... Are you okay with it, or do you prefer to do something else?" 

He blinked twice, confused, and then shook his head. 

"What? No, no, I'm paying" 

"Ivar, come on" you whined, pouting "You showed me this place and sent me your notes for Scandinavian History, it's the least I can do" 

"But I invited you" he frowned. 

"Then, invite me again" you winked at him before getting up, with your wallet on your hand and walking over to the counter. He sighed, holding back a small smile as he looked out to the window. 

It was raining. 

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You entered the Lothbrok's apartment with your hair wet but a big smile on your lips. Even though a walk around the park sounded nice, you were very curious to enter that mysterious apartment that a lot of girls (and boys) on campus wanted to visit so bad. Besides, you were in the mood for a blanket and a good talk, and you were nearly sure that, if the Lothbroks had blankets, you would have both. 

"Sigurd is out" Ivar announced as you took off your coat and your shoes "He left this morning after we fought, and he usually doesn't come home until two in the morning, and Ubbe is working" he shrugged "The only one who could be here is..."

"Hey, Ivar, how was the date, did you fu...?" Hvitserk entered the living room, stopping when he saw you "Oh, you brought her here" he bit his lip and smirked "Hello"

Behind you, Ivar glared at his older brother with his jaw clenched. He'd love to be an only child sometimes. 

"Hi" you cleared your throat, holding back a laugh "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you"

"I know, I stalked your profile this morning" he winked at you and you raised an eyebrow "I had to see if you're good enough for my little brother" he chuckled.

"Hvitserk, weren't you leaving?" Ivar hissed, and you giggled. His older brother rolled his eyes with a big smirk and shook his head as he put his shoes on. 

"Have fun, but don't do anything I wouldn't do" he patted Ivar's shoulder "I left condoms on your bed"

You turned around and pretended you hadn't heard anything, blushing and with your heart racing. Ivar hadn't insinuated he wanted to do anything with you but... What if he actually expected you to have sex with him? It wasn't that you didn't want to but... You were still thinking about what your friend told you, and you'd like to have maybe a couple more of dates with him before getting into bed, right? 

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"Ivar, can I ask you something?" 

You knew you had ruined the mood. You were having so much fun playing video games with him on his living room that you had forgotten everything about that stupid rumor. Until then.

"Sure, tell me" he shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. He was much more relaxed than he was in the restaurant. You supposed it was easier for him to relax when there was no one around. 

"I heard... Something yesterday" you bit your lip, your hands playing with the PS4 controller "About you"

Ivar turned his head to look at you. You could see how he got defensive as soon as you pronounced those last words. 

"Yes?" 

You cleared your throat, looking anywhere but him, not sure of how to ask the question. 

"I really like you, Ivar" you started, chuckling nervously "I mean, you're that kind of mysterious guy that no one talks to in class because he looks dangerous, so I liked you since the first day" you muttered, shrugging and blushing "I never thought you could like me back, so I was fine with being your friend, and when you asked me out... I freaked out a bit, to be honest"

Ivar was left speechless. He had gotten nervous and maybe a bit defensive when you said you had heard something about him. He definitely didn't expect you to be so... Direct. He nearly expected you to start laughing and say it was all a joke. Because all of that had to be a joke. 

"But yesterday, when I was all excited about today... My friends told me you have quite a bad reputation with women"

He scoffed, looking away from you with his jaw clenched. Of course you had heard that. He nearly screamed at you, full of a sudden rage that surprised him. 

"And you believed them, didn't you?" 

You frowned, startled by his harsh tone. You expected him to maybe roll his eyes and say it was just a rumor, or explain himself calmly and not giving it too much importance. 

"No, I figured I would talk to you about it first... I thought it was just gossip, but I wanted to ask you" 

"What did you hear?" 

"Just that... You have sex with a lot of girls and then ignore them" you muttered, blushing "And that sometimes you can't... You know" you cleared your throat. 

Ivar glared at you, scoffing before shaking his head. 

"Do you think Hvitserk would give me condoms if I couldn't use them?" He spat, rolling his eyes. 

You looked at him in shock, a bit taken aback by his reply. 

"I... Uh..." You frowned, not really knowing what to say. 

"Look, Y/N" he sighed, rubbing his face "I'm not proud of that, okay? And it's not like I fucked the whole city" he rolled his eyes again. 

"Okay, sorry" you muttered "I shouldn't have said anything... Do you want me to leave?" 

He glared at you again, but held himself back from snapping at you again and took a deep breath to calm down. 

"I don't want you to leave" he softened his tone "Look, you're the first..." He growled "Fuck, you're the first person I really like, Y/N, I've never felt something like this for anyone before you..." He narrowed his eyes, looking at his feet and blushing "Everything started when I tried to have sex with Margrethe... And yes, I couldn't get it up" he pressed his lips together "I told her to shut her mouth, but she told Sigurd, and Sigurd told everyone... Poor Ivar, useless legs and useless cock" he scoffed again, shaking his head softly. 

You listened to him, holding yourself back from hugging him and kissing his cheek.

"So I started sleeping with any girl that would sleep with me" he shrugged "To prove everyone they were wrong, that I could have sex... It was stupid, okay? I know that, and maybe I should have been nicer to them but... How can I be nice to someone that literally was disgusted by my body? I saw their faces when they looked at my legs, that's why I stopped taking off my pants, because they looked at me with pity, with disgust" 

His voice broke a bit, and you bit your lip with teary eyes. 

"They didn't like me" he shrugged "None of them would have wanted a real date with me, they didn't even talk to me afterwards... So yeah, I was an asshole, but I prefer that than being nice to someone who literally hates me" 

"Ivar..." You said softly, a small smile on your lips "Did you ask them?" 

"What?"

"Did you ask them if they wanted a real date with you?"

"No" he frowned "I just knew they didn't"

Your smile widened. 

"Maybe one of those girls was crazy for you" you chuckled "But you were too busy being a dick to even realize"

This time Ivar was the one blinking in confusion. 

"I understand you" you shrugged "I get it, I was just worried I was just another fuck for you, you know, I was scared you brought me here to have sex and then wouldn't talk to me anymore"

"No, I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that to you" he muttered "I like you" 

"I like you too" you tilted your head with an excited smile on your lips.

He smiled a bit, and you giggled before leaning in to kiss him softly. He looked surprised, and his eyes widened as you broke the kiss, blushing and chuckling. Then his hands cupped your face and he kissed you again, smiling against your lips. His arms sneaked around your waist and pulled you closer, making you straddle him as you deepened the kiss. 

"So... do you believe me or do I have to show you I can use those condoms?"

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I’ll Make It Up To You With;Diego Hargreeves

A/N: Hello? I’m so happy to have gotten some love on my last post so I had to deliver again. Just a short Drabble kinda thing for now. Expect more imagines about this emotionally-stunted man child because I’m 100% in love!Also quick shoutout to @gemimaya Bc our little convo in the comments gave me this idea💜

*gif not mine*

“Listen, I thought there’d be at least one restaurant available tonight. It’s a big city, how was I supposed to know everyone and their mother are going out to eat tonight?” Diego’s words were rushed, something he tended to do when he knew I was right.

“You said you made reservations Di.”

“Did I?”

“What you don’t remeber? Something along the lines of ‘baby the new Italian place down the street has our names written all over it so I made reservations for the best table ther-”

“Alright, okay I may have bluffed a bit.” The argument was playful as he held our apartment door open as I walked in before him, his other hand carrying my heels that had been long discarded once we realized we wouldn’t be eating out tonight. I wasn’t actually mad, but seeing him this flustered and guilty was just too cute to pass up. Plus, now he owed me one.

“A bit? I thought you had already gotten to know the owner and there was a bottle of champagne waiting for us at our amazing table.” I continued to tease over my shoulder as he huffed, putting down my shoes and slipping off his own as he closed the door.

“Like I said, a bit of a bluff. But I really didn’t expect every restaurant to be so packed.”

“Mhm, real shame Diego. I even got you to put on a sweater for the occasion.” I tsked from my place on the kitchen countertop. He rolled his eyes, moving over to me and trapping my body between himself and the counter with his arms.

“And you got to wear this new dress, did I mention how gorgeous you look tonight?” My eyes narrowed as his hands moved to my hips, he knew exactly what he was doing with that smirk and that cologne...Enticing, he knew it too judging by the way his eyes searched mine with a smile as he started to lean in. Lips so, so close and enough for me to shudder at the feeling of his breath against me as he moved even closer to connnect our lips. I awaited for his lips to just barely brush against mine before I placed my hand on his jaw and pressed my thumb against his lips. Maintaining our close proximity as I softly spoke.

“Hargreeves, you’re delusional if you think a kiss can make up for my empty stomach.”

I giggled as he groaned, head falling into the crook of my neck as his hands fell to his sides.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I was anticipating a hot plate of penne all day, and you’re the one upset?”

“How many times do I have to apologize before I get to kiss you?” His whining continued as I moved to our bedroom, searching the drawers for a T-shirt of his I could change into. “Hello? Now the silent treatment?” His arms were crossed against his chest as he leaned against the door and glared as I shrugged in response.

“Fine, I didn’t think it would have to come to this y/n but you leave me no choice. My mouth opened to question him but was replaced with a help of surprise as he lifted me up and tossed me into our bed. Larger body coming to lay on top of me as I struggled in a fit of laughter beneath him.

“Get the hell off of me Diego.” My words were the least bit of demanding as I helplessly squirmed underneath him.

“Aha! So she speaks, I’m not getting off until you forgive me.” How was I supposed to keep up the act now? With those stupid honey brown eyes peering hopefully into mine as he awaited my response. “Listen, I’ll order takeout and we can watch all the stupid 80s movies you want. Anything so you’ll forgive me.”

My resistance ceased at his words as I bit my lip in consideration. Giggling again as his forehead pressed against mine whilst he poked my sides.

“Okay, okay you had me at takeout. I draw the line at tickling.” My hands gripping his wrists to hault his movements as he beamed down at me.

“So I’m forgiven?”

“Well, there’s just one more thing.”

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“Two on each side and that’s it.”

“But Di it’ll look so much better if I do all of them!” I whined from below him, legs Criss-cross on top of his lap as he shook his head.

“I can’t believe I actually agreed to this.” He grumbled as I shook the small bottle of black nail polish in my hand, grabbing his wrist so his fingers were spread out over my thigh.

“You promised you’d do anything for me to forgive you, please baby?” I looked up to him with a small pout, giving him the best doe eyes I could muster at his own narrowed ones. Doing my best to not let my frown falter as he shifted uncomfortably under my gaze.

“Fine, just s-stop looking at me like that.” I grinned up at him with a laugh, pecking his cheek and giddily twisting open the bottle as his attention turned back to the tv.

“I don’t get this movie. They just waltzed out of detention with a new appreciation of life and understanding for each other?”

I groaned at Diego’s words, him having asked hundreds of other questions throughout the movie due to his lack of attention span.

“This is why we cant watch any other movies besides action.” I countered as the credits rolled, boxes of Chinese food long forgotten in a pile on the small coffee table in front of us.

“I’m just saying, that Jerry guy couldn’t have socked that douche in the suit?

“He was their principle babe, and his name is Johnny not Jerry.” I corrected with a chuckle, using my nail to rub off the access polish on his ring finger as he continued.

“Isn’t that what I said?” My defeated sigh melted into another laugh at his confused tone as I turned my entire body to face him. Closing in the space between us to give him a real kiss this time, figuring he deserved it after all the shit I’d put him through tonight. He hummed into the kiss, hands moving off my thigh and towards my hips as I quickly pulled away and grabbed his wrists.

“Sorry Hargreeves, the polish isn’t dry yet.” I shook my head as I spoke, giving him another peck as he let out an exasperated sigh.

“I hope you know you’re killing me right now.”

“Mmph, but look how good they came out! Ten more minutes and they’ll be dry. And did I mention how hot you look with them?” I admired the black polish against his tan skin as he replied.

“Yeah well enjoy it while you can, it’ll be off by tomorrow morning.”

“What, you can’t kick criminal ass with freshly painted nails?”

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Miracle | Tony Stark

Pairing: Tony Stark x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Request(s): Can you write with tony stark x plus size reader when he proposes to her after a hard mission & Can you write with tony stark where the reader has powers to take pain from the others and save tony but almost die and he gets angry bc he cares a lot about her.

Warnings: brief mentions of blood, reader has healing powers, mentions of injuries, a little angst, some fluff.

A/N: I thought those two requests complimented each other. The only change I made was that instead of taking pain away, the reader can heal people.

Gif credit: @downey-junior

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The stench of blood and sweat had you nauseous. You had told Steve it wasn’t a good idea to go back to New York without cleaning yourselves up first but when did he listen?

Tony and Natasha looked as annoyed as you, although their attitude might have had to do with what went on while the mission took place.

You ignored your boyfriend and best friend, too tired to argue. Opting for chatting with Clint to distract yourself, you rested your head on the back of the seat. The archer was the least damaged of you all, only thanks to the fact that he hadn’t been in the center of the battle due to his abilities.

The first sign of how mad Tony was came the moment you arrived at The Compound. Instead of entering your shared bedroom, he walked directly into his private one to presumably take a shower.

It would give you a chance to take the long shower you needed, but the truth was that it also worried you. Since when Tony didn’t want to share a shower?

You felt extremely bad for Sam who was usually your partner on missions. He had received a critical wound to protect you and although Steve assured you Sam would be fine you knew you should’ve been prepared to defend yourself.

After visiting Sam in the medical wing once your check-up was done and making him company for a while, you avoided going back to the bedroom. If you were lucky, you would have a fight with Tony but if you weren’t he would entrench himself in the lab and ignore you until he wasn’t angry anymore. Natasha wasn’t speaking to you either, but she often kept to herself after long missions so it didn’t worry you as much.

Your body was screaming for some rest, much to your dismay, and so you gave in and took the elevator in direction to your floor.

You heard the shower running as you entered the bedroom, Tony’s dirty clothes laid carelessly on the floor as if he had entered the shower in a hurry. With a tired sigh, you picked them up and threw them into the laundry basket.

The bed was cold, the lack of use mixed with Tony’s adamancy of having the air conditioner on all the time had clearly done their job.

Closing your eyes, you breathed in and out to calm yourself down and be able to sleep. The sensation of a nearing fight with Tony was difficult to shake, even more when the only thing you wanted was to cuddle him.

“Why aren’t you at med-bay?” he startled you by asking. You hadn’t heard him shut the shower nor exit the bathroom.

“I’m fine.”

Tony scoffed, “you could’ve died!”

Sitting up, you craned your neck to face him. “You could’ve died too, but you never listen to me.”

“And you listen to me?”

“Can we fight over this tomorrow?” You inquired, exhaustion already catching up on you. “I just want to lay down and cuddle, just for tonight.”

“Oh, you want us to do something we wouldn’t have been able to do again if you died?”

His words dawned on him in the exact same moment they did on you. He lowered his gaze, finding the first spot on the carpet interesting enough to fix his attention. Tony had been terrified, afraid to die for the first time in years, and when he thought he couldn’t feel any more anguish you had to drain yourself by healing him with your powers. It had been difficult to avoid the topic while you recovered, he had left you under Sam’s care but it had backfired too which only worried him more.

He had been so close to losing you before telling you a lot of things, without showing them. He tried, everyone could see that, and you had assured him multiple times he made you feel loved but it wasn’t enough yet, he wanted to give you more, to love you harder even though he wasn’t sure if it was possible. Tony had never loved something nor someone the way he loved you. The fact that you were still there, with your pretty eyes focusing on his frame while trying to find something to say could be considered a miracle.

Tony didn’t really believe in those, but he was considering them to be an actual thing. You made him do that, you brought so many positive things to his life by simply being yourself.

“I panicked,” you rasped after a while. “I can’t lose you, Tony. I don’t want to have to live without you.”

“I don’t want that either,” he sniffed, clearing his throat before moving toward his bedside table. He opened the drawer, analyzing its contents very slowly.

You crisscrossed your legs, still watching him. “Just... be more careful next time. At least try?”

Aware of your eyes on him, he nodded. Tony reached into the drawer, gripping something quite tightly in his fist. Turning around, he let out a long exhale. Sliding his fist under his pillow, he climbed onto the bed and made himself comfortable on his knees.

His bloodshot eyes found yours by mistake, making your stomach churn at the sight. There were few things you hated more than seeing him hurt in any way, shape, or form. “You should get some sleep,” you suggested, hoping he wouldn’t take it as a cop-out to avoid the fight.

Shaking his head, he pinched his nose with his free hand. “I had a big plan, a better one. Nat and I had been working on it for a long time... it was perfect,” he laughed softly at the memory of an annoyed Natasha because her ideas weren’t what he was going for. “But I can’t wait, she’ll be mad at us but I can’t wait.”

“What did you do, Tony?”

He slightly shifted to be closer to you, pulling his fist from under the pillow. You saw him fiddle with something and it didn’t hit you what it was until he spoke. “Marry me?”

There were a million things you wanted to say, a mere yes sounded so simple that you didn’t think it was appropriate. But it was, Tony’s beaming eyes and radiant smile as you uttered the word proved it.

He slid the ring on your finger, so happy to see it not only fit perfectly but looked even more beautiful now that it was where it belonged. You cupped his face, softly smiling at him when he leaned in before kissing him.

Tony let himself fall on top of you, the position was slightly uncomfortable as you tried to uncross your legs. He kissed the entirety of your face, your neck, the unconverted part of your chest, mumbling about how happy you were making him.

“I love you,” he whispered, his nose bumping yours as he spoke on top of your lips, “future Mrs. Stark.”

[becca-archive]

“you can’t love someone back to life” “you can try”

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Big Bang's Reactions to their wife being moody when she's pregnant

A/N:

Hello~

How are you doing in school/jobs? I hope you are okay and enjoying life ^^ I am currently obsessed with reading all the books I own so that might also be a reason why I haven’t posted in so long but I like this reaction very much and I hope so will you~

I have to sing tomorrow in front of all the class for a mark and I am so nervous. Please wish me luck bc I am dying from nervousness T.T

I love you~~ <3 <3 

[GIFs not mine]

T.O.P

You were in the living room sitting on the sofa confused about your feelings towards the turned off TV  Everything was very emotional since you were pregnant and your back hurt a lot so you tried to lay and sit a lot but you figured it wasn't the best solution. You were already in the 8th month and sometimes the pain was unbelievable. In this 8 months, you scared Seunghyun at least thrice a day. You knew he was on some meeting with his friends in  Incheon. You felt sick and called him.

"I-I... feel sick Tabi-"

"WHAT? CAN YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET HOME?!"

"I just feel sick...."

After that call, he rushed back home to find you half asleep on the bathroom floor where it was warm. You almost gave him a heart attack every time you called him but he was always ready to come home and comfort you. He realized that it is really hard to carry a child and he wanted to give you everything you wanted. If you wanted to buy two new dresses for the baby, he bought it and if you felt bloated, he told you how beautiful and cute you look with a belly of your future child. He always tried to be careful with his words but sometimes he slipped out and made you angry. It happened a lot when you were arguing about all the arts in the house. 

G-Dragon

It was a weekend and Jiyong had to fly to Japan for some emergency business with his clothing line. You were left alone in a big house which was still in process of decorating. You felt horrible alone and you kept sending him messages how awful you feel and how bored you are. The first few months were a real nightmare for you with all the morning sickness but now the baby could kick and sometimes really hard. You couldn't keep your emotions in and just cried whenever you felt like it. 

'I hate this world'

'OMG the baby just kicked'

'I feel so ugly'

Once he read the texts on his way to the hotel he called you and wanted you to describe exactly how it felt when the baby kicked and he was used to you crying now so he wasn't surprised when you started tearing up at the beginning of the first sentence. He smiled when he heard your voice and was happy you will have a baby even if that means to hear you complain, cry, eat, every day. He couldn't wait to come back home and feel your tummy to say hello to him.

Taeyang

Taeyang had a schedule on a popular variety show and he was very nervous because the plan was to take you with him to at least watch the show. Before you finally agreed to and watch him you felt sick and couldn't made up your mind if you should go with him or not. It was very uncomfortable for you to go but you still went and supported him. Through the show you had to go out and get some air and even cried because you thought he is doing such a great job. Just as you came back the MCs wanted to talk to you too and you came to sit next to Taeyang. Once you got home from the awesome show you started crying and laughing because you were happy that you could be on the show and sad that you won't be able to go back soon.

"But I like them! I want to go there with Daesung next time... Can I? I can't-" "Honey... You are not assistant for kpop idols. It was very beautiful what you said there tho..."

"ARE YOU SAYING I WON'T BE ON TV ANYMORE???"

He was really shocked sometimes when you went from sad to happy and then mad or angry again for some unknown reason to him. He thought it was adorable how needy were you sometimes for his help but he respected you for carrying your baby. He knew there will be a lot of situations he couldn't save just like that but when you felt down or you needed him he made sure he was there and cheered you up. He didn't go out so much anymore because you felt more comfortable at home and he loved being present every moment with you.

Daesung

You were on your way downstairs when you figured you have no idea if you were actually hungry. Sometimes you were so confused what you want that nobody knew how to help you with that. Daesung had to save most of this kind of situations and he tried really hard to massage you when your back hurt. So, here you were sitting on the stairs for half an hour before Daesung came down from the bedroom where he was reading a book. He was very confused about your answers most of the time and so were you.

"What are you sitting on the stairs for? It's cold sitting here."

"I'm waiting for food."

"What food? Did you order a pizza or something? Did you check in the fridge, I think there's pasta from today's lunch..."

"No."

Your answers were cold and he didn't really know why. He kept on asking you questions and when he realized it's one of the times that you are mad for no reason he kept on saying funny things and made funny faces to make you laugh. He didn't stop until you smiled and asked him to carry you downstairs because you were too tired. He agreed on carrying you if you would let him choose the name for the baby if it will be a girl. Since you knew it will be a boy, you accepted the deal.

Seungri

Seungri was thrilled to see you every day and see the baby growing inside of you which sounded a bit weird but he was just obsessed with the baby. The most of the time when he wasn't worried about his work, he called you and came to pick you up at work if you were still there. He wanted to buy a lot of things for the baby and was nervous to know if it's a boy or a girl. In the evening he caressed your tummy and sang songs to you and him/her. You felt annoyed and cold so you pushed his hand away and told him to leave you alone.

"Stop it. It's annoying."

"W-w-hat?? My LOVE is ANNOYING???"

"YES IT IS." then you angry went to the bedroom to cry because you yelled at him.

He was very offended but he knew you must have been uncomfortable or something that wasn't right which he expected and he knew it would be foolish to react like a child and make you even angrier. In these situations he first tried to cheer you up with food and if that didn't work, he did everything you told him to unless leave you alone until you fell asleep but since that was difficult the last couple months he was more tired then you and often fell asleep while caressing your tummy.

[blue-collects-things]

The Losers Go To Prom

Warnings: swearing, light mentions of sexism and homophobia

Requested: No

Author’s Note: Guess who has two thumbs, saw IT, and almost shat herself at an alarming velocity?? (If you guessed me, you are correct.) Of course, as a result, I was scrolling through the losers club tag on this hell site and stumbled upon this post, so give @awkward-imp​ credit for the their idea. And because I hate Stephen King’s canon, nobody has left/died/forgotten. Anywho, here are some losers take prom hcs! (Edit: this got really, really, really long {I’m not fucking kidding}, so i’m going to put an under the cut. You have been warned.)

through the rest of their middle school years and into their high school ones, the losers club remains, well, losers for the most part

however, they’re all known as bill denbrough’s friends because that boy is so popular from all the sports and clubs he does

but in their senior year, mike convinces them to go to prom despite their popularity issues

part of it could be that mike is on student council and he’s looking for some free labor in set up/clean up but mostly he wants his friends to have a good time

so in the three months leading up to the end of the school year and prom, we see our losers stressing about college, finals, and of course who they’re going to ask to prom

richie, being the little shit he is, asks every single one of the losers, plus some others and everyone knows its a joke and never takes him seriously

richie, down on one knee with a dandelion in his hand: bev, oh sweet bev, will you be my date to prom?

bev, not looking up from her book: that’s a weed, you idiot

richie, using his southern Voice: that stings, ma’am, truly it does mah de-ur. stanny boy, how bout you?

stan: in your dreams, tozier

ben wants desperately to ask bev, but he has this sinking feeling that she’ll say no in favor for someone like bill

he says as much to eddie and he laughs

like full on guffawing in the middle of study hall

ben’s like wtf? what am i missing?

and eddie says, “bill has the biggest, gayest crush i’ve ever seen on our buddy stan uris, pal”

it takes a minute for ben to process this (even though eddie used blunt wording for this express purpose) and then he laughs too

“gayer than your crush on trashmouth, eds?”

“shut up” but eddie is redder than tomatoes

so ben asks bev one day after calculus and even though he’s stuttering more than bill on a bad day, bev thinks it’s sweet and endearing

she gives him a kiss on the cheek to cut off his rambling and says yes with a smile before walking to psychology

ben, shellshocked and eyes wide as saucers, immediately pumps his fist in success the second bev turns the corner

his mom is the first to know

bev is also very happy and excited that ben asked her and she calls her own mother the first moment her father leaves their apartment

speaking of good ol’ big bill, he’s so nervous to ask stan

like, more nervous than he was when he had to debate in government

he’s super worried that because stan is jewish, he’ll be disgusted with bill and then stan won’t want to be his friend, and it’ll all go to shit

he actually goes to bev for advice because he feels most comfortable asking her about... feelings stuff than any of the other boys

she tells him that he’s a dumbass if he thinks stan will a) say no and b) stop being his friend

“i mean, have you seen the way he looks at you during lunch and chem and history and-”

“oh-k-k-hay, b-b-bev, i get ih-it”

bill is still very wary about asking

bev: *sigh*

stan, ironically, has also gone to bev for “feelings advice”

bev, under her breath: “i should start charging for my services”

stan: what?

bev: nothing, continue

stan doesn’t want to do the asking, but wants more than anything to go to prom with bill, even if it means making his father upset

bev encourages him to ask bill (bc she know that bill won’t do a damn thing unless he is 100% certain that stan likes him back)

he makes a sign (precious boy) because he can’t even comprehend saying the words aloud and drives to bill’s house when he knows both his parents and bill’s will be at work

stan takes mike with him

“just in case things go wrong” he tells mike when asking him to be his get-away driver

mike is flabbergasted because even he and haystack, the most oblivious of the group, can see that bill is totally in love with stan

when mike pulls up to the denbroughs’ house, stan looks visibly ill

he fidgets with his yarmulke, the sign, makes sure he look good before mike literally leans across his lap, opens the door, and kicks stan out of his own car, locking the door behind him

stan knocks three times on the front door before stepping back and holding the sign reading simply “prom?” in big blue letters and waits

there’s a brief moment of fear that stan tries his hardest to brush off

he reminds himself all he needs are 20 seconds of insane courage (A/N: anyone get my reference?) to pull this off

his confidence trickles away slowly as the seconds tick by without the door opening

his thoughts go i mile a minute

is he still at swim practice? no, that’s wednesday. and speech therapy is saturday. his car is in the driveway. is he- is he ignoring me?

(what stan doesn't know is that bill saw stan’s car pull up through the window and the whole ordeal, read the sign, and felt panic set in his stomach: my hair is still wet from the shower! gotta change. clean shirt? brush hair. oh god oh god oh my god oh my god ohmygod ohmyfuckinggod)

stan is about to leave until bill pulls the door open, clearly frazzled

even though he already saw the sign, bill scans the one word again carefully to make sure it’s not another illusion to trick his brain

stan    can’t        breathe

20 seconds of insane courage, stan thinks 

“bill?” he meets stan’s eyes “prom?”

bill is nodding before he can comprehend what’s going on

“yes, stanley, yes, yes, a thousand times yes”

he didn’t stutter once

he meets stan halfway in a blindingly tight hug, not stopping his talking all the while

“i was g-g-going to ask y-hoo. b-b-bev told me i-hi should. i honestly-ee can’t be-lee-ieve this. s-s-stan, are you re-al? this isn’t some tr- hmmmph!”

(stan finds another 20 seconds of courage to kiss bill quiet)

“i’ll see you tomorrow, bill” stan says agents bill’s lips before smiling  and forcing himself off the porch before he squeals with happiness and embarrasses himself

bill walks back inside with his sign to hide it in the back of closet where his parents will never look

he absently touches his lips for the rest of the evening

this is the happiest he’s been since... georgie

mike is smiling smugly in the car when stan returns

“good job, stan” is all he says, though

“thanks, mikey”

mike loves the happy smile that stan can’t seem to wipe off his face

richie wants to ask eddie and he does

several times

but eddie thinks it’s joke

“cut it out, rich. the first two times were funny, not it’s just getting old”

it stings, sure, but richie figures this is his punishment for never being serious

but he’s never been more serious about anything in his life

the only person that knows is bev (go figure) and she says the same thing she said to stan and bill: suck it up and go fucking ask him, you big baby

so he does

it’s like every other time he’s asked eddie: walking home from school

“eddie, will you go to prom with me?” he doesn’t use a Voice, he’s just richie, which is sometimes harder than the accents and impressions he does

eddie must hear this and looks up from his keds to see that richie has his eyes glued to the ground

“richie, are you still joking with me?”

richie suddenly meets eddie’s eyes and places both his hands on either side of eddie’s face

they’ve stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, two teenagers looking at each other, but they don’t care

“not with you, eds. never.”

eddie looks at richie’s eyes, still strange without his glasses even though he’s been wearing contacts for nearly three years, and sees the honesty in his baby blues

“yes, richie, i’ll go with you” eddie says and smiles lopsidedly at his grinning best friend

they hold hands the rest of the way home

mike honestly can’t find someone to go with

there’s his lab partner, linda, but she seems to be the snooty type

one day, about two months before prom, ben points out a girl staring at him from across the cafeteria

her name is june and she’s in the asian student union (founder and president) and the treasurer of student council

she’s really sweet and mike asks her on a couple of dates over the next two weeks

he asks her on the fourth date to be his prom date and of course she says yes

bev is stoked to have another girl in their group

“i still love you guys, though, so don’t worry. you’re my boys.”

richie gives her an only semi-joking hug, “thanks, bevvie. you really scared me for a minute”

(because even though he’ll never say it, he loves her a lot)

ben and richie’s mothers offer to help tailor suits and a dress for bev

bev is clueless in that department

her mother got smart and left her father but couldn’t win the custody battle because she didn’t have a steady income and, y’know, sexism in the 60s

so she doesn’t know a damn thing about makeup or hair or fancy dresses

and mrs. hanscom always wanted someone to pass her knowledge onto, so she offers to help bev and june get ready

the rest of the time passes quickly with final exams and preparing for graduation until finally the day of prom arrives

mike has succeeded in persuading the losers to help him set up the gym that friday after school and it looks amazing

the gym is swathed in blue and green tulle and streamers with a camera in the corner and glitter curtains hanging on the stage where the band will play

the losers split to the hanscoms’ place and the toziers’ house to get ready

bill, mike, stan, and richie at the toziers

ben, bev, eddie, and june at the hansoms

when ben asks his mother for help tying his tie, she literally says to him “ask eddie, i gotta go help your date” and leaves

bev is a nervous wreck and she doesn't know why

she keeps thinking it’s just ben but really is it?

recently, she’s been feeling more anxious around ben and can’t figure it our for the life of her

june has to spell it out for her: “you like him!” and bev guesses she does

the whole time they get ready, bev can’t stop thinking about how good ben will look in his suit. even if he hadn’t slimmed down and shot up another seven inches, he would’ve looked good.

when ben sees bev in her dress, he nearly passes out and eddie has to keep him upright, a particularly hard job considering that eddie is the same hight as bev: seven inches too short

ben delicately places the corsage on her wrist and she pins the boutonniere to his jacket

eddie and june smile at each other watching this interaction

meanwhile at the toziers’, stan and mike are getting ready in the living room and bill and richie are getting ready his room

bill, sitting on the edge of richie’s bed: i th-th-think i’m go-hunna p-puke

richie: not on the tux, mrs. hanscom will have my head on a plate

bill: i’m s-s-eri-ous, r-r-rich

richie, kneeling in front of bill: listen to me, billy boy, stan is waiting out there for you and you and him are going to be just fine. he got up the courage to ask you, now be a man and give him a great night.

bill: wow, eh-eddie must be r-r-rubbing oh-ff on y-you

richie, winking: you got that right

stan is fidgety in the living room waiting for bill to come down the stairs, literally wearing a hole in the floor where he’s pacing

mike: stop it, you’re giving me anxiety just looking at you

finally, richie comes down the stairs looking very dapper and at least attempting to tame his unruly hair

“let me, dear friends and neighbors, introduce the one and only bill denbrough”

and bill descends the stairs in his white suit and if angels are real, stan figures this is what they look like

when bill lays eyes on stan, he stops coming down the stairs

stan had slicked back his hair which had gotten a little longer and his hazel eyes shone with anticipation

neither can speak, but mike and richie are smiling and elbowing each other

bill finally clears his throat

“you l-look am-az-zing, st-st-stan”

stan    can’t        breathe                   (again)

“you look great too, bill”

they pin their boutonnieres to each other just as the limo pulls up

all the losers pitched in money they had gotten from working odd jobs (the diner, the drive-in theater, babysitting, tutoring, lawn mowing) to rent a limo for the evening

the four at the toziers’ pile in and head to ben’s house

richie has gotten exceptionally nervous in the ten minutes it has taken to drive to haystack’s

bill is really concerned cause he’s never seen richie so quiet

“ta-ake y-your own ad-ad-advie, trashmouth, and m-man the fu-uck u-up”

“shut the hell up, bill” but he’s smiling so bill is happy

when they get to the hanscoms’, mike and richie get out to pick up their dates

june runs out first and leaps into mike’s arms and he spins her around and plants a kiss on her cheek before sliding a corsage on her wrist

ben and bev step out next, each complementing richie and giving him a hug

lastly, eddie steps out, and richie is totally gone

“wow, eds, i- you- um”

eddie laughs “you too, rich”

eddie offers richie his hand and they walk together back to the limo

(A/N: psst, this is what they look like- ben // stan // richie // bill // mike // eddie // bev // june // god bless pinterest) 

the limo ride there is... hectic, to say the least

everyone is singing, even stan who almost never sings

bev and june are cracking jokes that make the boys laugh

it’s a really good feeling

and suddenly they’re there and handing over their tickets

they all go to the camera first while they still look nice

all of the couples go first, bill and stan and richie and eddie getting a strange look from the photographer but they ignore the obvious disgust in his eyes because they’re already having the best night of their lives

then all eight of them together. there’s three of these pictures: one where nobody is looking and smiling at each other, one where they’re all making funny faces, and the last one that actually looks nice

they all are enjoying themselves and dancing and singing and laughing and smiling

until the first slow song starts

as “can’t help falling in love” starts, couples begin to pair off

mike and june sway and smile and talk to each other softly as they dance

stan apprehensively places his arms around bill’s neck, extremely concerned for the stares they’ll likely be getting, but now it’s bill’s turn for 20 seconds of courage because he puts his hands on stan’s waist and pulls him flush against his body

stan smiles and places his forehead on bill’s and bill smiles back. they kinda just look at each other fondly for the whole dance

bev lets ben lead her away from the group and bev looks up at ben staring down at her and decides that if she has to have a staring contest with him during this dance, she’ll lose it

so she places her head on ben’s chest and listens to his heart beat and it’s so sporadic that she thinks surely ben will have a heart attack but he squeezes the hand that bev put in his lightly and she smiles against his dress shirt

richie pulls eddie toward him by the hand and delicately places a hand on his waist, being more careful than eddie thought capable

eddie reaches up (and it is quite the reach) and tangles his fingers in the hairs at the nape of richie’s neck

they avoid eye-contact

about half-way through the song, richie begins to sing softly “but i can’t help falling in love with you” and looks at eddie so piercingly that eddie gasps

they kiss and neither of them knows who initiated it, only that it’s sweet and slow and amazing

the rest of the evening goes by in a blur

bill, eddie, and mike ditch their suit jackets and roll up their sleeves

richie’s bowtie hangs loosely around his neck, untied

june removes her gloves and bev takes off her high heels

then the crowning of prom king and queen happens

it’s no surprise that bill wins prom king, because he is so well liked and even some of the teachers voted for him

but everyone is blown away when bev wins prom queen

they dance the dance and laugh at each other the whole time

(stan may or may not be a little jealous but all that goes away when they return from the dance and bill places his arm around stan’s shoulders and plants a kiss on his cheek)

after the dance ends, everyone is sweaty, their feet hurt, and they no longer have voices

they all decide the best thing to do is to go to the diner that’s open until 1am on the other side of town in their limo

they all cram into one booth

eddie holds richie’s hand under the table and absently strokes the scar on his palm

richie is so taken aback that he can’t speak

everyone’s like “trashmouth is so quiet, what’s up?” and eddie only smirks

they all order milkshakes and three orders of the big basket of french fries

that poor waitress who’s there for them

suddenly richie finds his voice and starts telling stories his Voices that are getting significantly better

when it’s closing time, the owner kicks them out, but smiles at their loud laughter on the way out

they all drive to eddie’s house, pay the limousine driver and crowd in the living room to watch movies until they all fall asleep

richie’s head is in eddie’s lap

eddie is leaned against bill’s legs hanging off the couch

bill is laying his head on stan

stan is curled up on the couch, his feet touching bev’s

bev’s hand is dangling and holding ben’s

ben is asleep with his legs crossed over mike’s

mike has his arms around june

june has her head on richie’s legs

they’re all still in their evening wear

mrs. kaspbrak finds them like this in the morning and, even though she doesn’t like the no-good friends eddie has made, can’t help but take a picture of how cute they all are

~ ~ ~

Hope you enjoyed this! I had a lot of fun writing this and if you’re reading this, thanks for trooping through this! Don’t forget to like, reblog, and comment. Got a request? Submit one here. See my masterlist here.

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Ep. 7: “The LIES” - Amy A

Pedro A

omg so i have 10 coinssssss....and kalle has 9...she just needs to get one more coin...and we can open the jewerly box...and see whats inside....at this point i accept anything....a steal vote ..an idol..whatever...chillleeee this is a mess im going insane...and i hope we win this next challenge

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/gQAhK73mjRc

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/GGtNE0x87pQ

Pedro A

we really need to win this challenge im scared af

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcvdxZYYvZU

James Hayden

We finished our immunity challenge about twenty minutes ago and now we wait. We got a score of 48, which I think is a solid score. Ryan was great at final guessing, Najwah and Amy were great at helping put the questions in the best order, and as a tribe we worked well together. I hope that 48 is enough for us to avoid tribal and for me to make the merge. If we have to go to tribal, I think it could be me. Let's hope 48 is enough to make me dateable. 

Ryan

Once again, I am very proud of my tribe. Honestly, if we were to lose I wouldn't mind it, I might actually rather that, maybe that will be my plan for the next challenge. We need the numbers back on Maolas side

Pedro A

omg i hope the other tribes did worste than us...cause chillleeeee im in danger Olivia A.I’m super bummed about losing but also not too worried. As long as Maddison and Grae stick w our original 3 we should be fine. It’s just a matter of whether to vote out Aimee or Sarah. I’ve grown to like them both a lot so this sucks but it is what it is I guess.

Kalle N

I didn't compete in the challenge bc I'm currently moving across the country by myself and I honestly have no idea what happened today. I know Zack was gunning hard to vote me out but we won so oh well. hopefully we merge soon.

Ryan

Soooo i am very happy with the outcome of this challenge. We don’t have to go back to tribal, but Maola do. Hopefully the pre-swap Maola can band together cause I still have faith for my relationship with Maddison and Grae, but I wouldn’t mind seeing Olivia leave (even though she’s sweet)

Ryan

sooooo... fml

Ryan

I should really stop making confessions before I know what’s happening

Ryan

AHHHHHHHHH

Zack M

oh look. another challenge that's a survivor super fan's wet dream. and again, i didn't really contribute because i hate survivor wiki. BUT WE CAME IN 2ND! so we are safe. i honestly knew that james was the biggest threat and i'm not surprised his team won. i'm glad. clap clap for you james! now that means sarah and aimee are in trouble because i don't see the original maola tribe turning on each other. truly hoping sarah has talked her way in and it's aimee unless something crazy happens. i just want my original 5 alliance to be reunited! pedro opened up a little more and said he was down to work together going into the merge. he wants revenge for john being voted out and not being part of the vote? i think. regardless, i did not watch all 4 seasons of revenge on abc for no reason. i'm here to help him get that revenge because then that also give hanuha the numbers again and BAM. back to my 5, then to my 4, and then to my 3. could this actually work? please god let it for my ego. excited to see what comes out of tribal tomorrow. 

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3SDeVmuzJ8

Zack M

scratch that last confession. new scores and the palena tribe is going to tribal again. i think? maybe it will change again but this is the last time i'm confessing. 2 original maola and 2 original hanuha. hopefully james has the idol because i see najwah flipping so quickly. but it will be interesting to see where she stands going into the merge. i will get justice for you james if she takes you out! again, excited to see what happens at tribal tomorrow. 

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjRxkFkAuQI

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBg5F786DK0

Sarah

Wow! The Guess Who challenge tonight was so close and at first, we were going to tribal. After advantages and disadvantages were factored in, we were BARELY safe! 😅 During the idol hunt today, I knew that I obviously couldn’t find another idol but I knew that this challenge was going to come so close and that I needed to buy advantages to ensure that I was safe another round. I honestly don’t know where everyone’s head is at on my tribe because they are so quiet so I needed to buy those advantages because I really don’t want to have to play my idol before Merge.... Buying those advantages could be my subtle move in the game. I am so hoping for Merge time soon! I miss my alliance and I miss talking to my best friend for hours about everything. 

Ryan

I was planning on voting out Amy, but something Najwah said irked me. She seems very sure that she doesn't want to vote James, which doesn't fill me with confidence if we go to tribal again next challenge. idk what I'm gonna do

Ryan

I genuinely don't know if im cut out for this game. I'd feel alright with cutting most people, but Najwah and Amy seem so genuinely sweet, it'll break my heart to betray either of them

Amy A

This tribal is going to be INSANE. It’s 5 odd hours to tribal council and I DON’T know who I am supposed to vote for. Ryan told me he and James are voting Naj and she told me she and James are voting Ryan and then Ryan told Naj he’s voting me! I know it’s a lot to take in! The only one I’ve Not been told to vote for is James and I don’t even wanna vote him cos he was an absolute rockstar at yesterday’s tribal. I know I’m the reason we’re here so I’m kinda bummed out about it and I trusted Ryan so much I shared my steal-a-vote with him but someone has to go and fingers crossed it isn’t me. 

Amy A

Convincing the whole tribe I didn’t get the DA has been hilarious so far. Once Jay confirmed she wouldn’t reveal the name, I was set. The LIES 😂😂😂😂😂. Even insinuated Ryan cos he was scrambling so much today. Didn’t know I had it in me but I guess survivor brings out the best in you. Anyway, all the best to myself for tonight. Hope I’m still here 24 hours from now  

Pedro A

im so tired...i havent been sleeping well..i just hope the next challenge is due tomorrow....rn i feel like im fourth in the tribe, which is good

Maddison

Got some good advice on my game and looking forward to implementing strategies to minimize my threat level until the end of the game.

Ben Kessler

I am hoping merge is at 12. After tonight 13 people will be left, and who knows who will have the numbers advantage. I'm currently working on Pedro who wants revenge on his old tribe and I cannot wait to break up those 3 old maolos that are on new maolo. Hopefully if we lose Pedro will be an easy vote out. And then I can slither my way in.

Najwah Last night's challenge was a real bummer. I mean, we were SO CLOSE. It's getting harder to vote people out now and even harder to trust anyone so hopefully the plan tonight works itself out. Whichever plan that is. There are a few plans floating around. Either way, whatever the outcome, I'd just like to sleep in peace tonight. I'm tired. 

Ben Kessler

Pedro said that me and him were talking too much game and to "talk about ourselves". I didn't want to tell him I did not want to discuss the vacation that he is on. So now I need to vote him out next. People like talking about themselves I guess.

Pedro A

okay so i have talked with ben, zack and cody LOL.....and they all seem cool...one thing i noticed in bens profile ..is that he only has 2 contacts...that i have....weird...maybe im thinking too much

James Hayden

https://youtu.be/oGcQdHpBzhY

Aimee

https://giphy.com/gifs/gIlUSzpqN9xVhekR2r/html5 Whew!!! Just when I thought we lost this last challenge, Jay really went “GOTCHA” and gave us all whiplash. Looks like advantages and disadvantages really can make the difference in these challenges! This tribe swap really did provide a new opportunity for me in this game. Everyone here is so kind, fun-loving, and have similar vibes with me, I love it! We really all get along on a personal level and are bonding on things that aren’t game related, which is a breath of fresh air. Despite being in the minority on this tribe and coming into it with a tribe number disadvantage against three others who I suspect are aligned, it was still honestly such a blessing swapping out with less neurotic people that aren’t constantly draining me for their attention. I feel like a giant weight is off my shoulders and I can focus more on having fun. Even Sarah has been great now that we swapped and is more active, and is now chatting with me daily. I’m so relieved we haven’t had to go to tribal yet as I truly would work with each one of these people if we could all make it to merge!🌈💞 https://sinnohqueen.tumblr.com/post/166307617197 I love that the Hail Mary Reem guess really saved the day. She is iconic! A word we all love to say on this tribe 😊

Grae G

Thank god we didn’t have tribal! I’m really liking all the girls I’m playing w but my allegiance lies w my OG girls for now

Ryan

I think I’ve finally made up my mind

[buuckybuuchananbarnes]

Couple’s Retreat (Letting Go)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five

Summary:  You’ve been invited to go on a Couple’s Retreat to Hawaii. The only problem is… the only person who can go is Bucky, your least favorite person on the team. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Words: 1,810 A/N: Thank you to @lethargicprofessor for editing.  Warnings: Hope you all been to church bc this part is 90% implied smut. 

[gif originally posted by sssmcdlove]

It was your last day, and Bucky wanted to go back to the waterpark. You wanted to do some shopping, so you came up with a compromise. If Bucky waited to go to the waterpark, then he wouldn’t have to go shopping with you. Bucky agreed that this was a fair trade, and you hit the shops while leaving Bucky at the hotel again.

You got all your shopping done in a few hours, and as you made your way back to the hotel, you decided to check on the pictures. The one of you and Bucky kissing made your heart soar and you saved it to your phone. When you got to your hotel room, you could hear Bucky on the phone again.

“I chickened out. Everything was going so well and I just… I made her stop. Do you think I ruined it?” This time you didn’t knock, instead you inserted the card into the reader and opened the door.

“You didn’t, and stop telling Cap everything Buck!” You said, racing over to Bucky and grabbing the phone out of his hand. “Cap, this is Y/N speaking, I think that it’s time Bucky and I have some fun now if you catch my drift.” You heard Cap groan as the mental images started rushing in and you laughed in response. “Okay bye!”

Bucky grabbed you by the waist and pinned you to the bed. You couldn’t help but yelp at his body now on top of yours. Picking you up with his metal hand, he moved you to the top of the bed, his legs straddling your hips. “Was this the type of fun you were talking about?” He asked, and you pulled his head so his lips were now on yours.

Bucky had found his dominance. Though he was still scared he may hurt you, it was pushed aside by how badly he wanted you. Bucky’s hands went from your waist to your shirt. He pulled it off easily and his pupils became blown by the sight underneath him. Your hands managed to pull his shirt off as well and you couldn’t help but groan. You loved seeing that sculpted chest more than anything. Bucky made his way from your collarbone down to your hips, leaving soft kisses. He pulled your shorts off and in the process, had gotten his off as well. Bucky made love to you as if he was trying to memorize every single edge and curve of your body.

“So… I know that we haven’t gone to the waterpark yet, but I’d say that was a lot of fun too?” You asked. Your body was now entangled with Bucky’s, your head on his chest. You could feel the rise and fall of his breathing.

“The waterpark has nothing on the last three hours.” Bucky laughed as he realized how long it’d been since you got back. Bucky’s flesh hand ran through your long strands as his metal one traced patterns on your shoulder.

“So… you now have a decision to make. Do we get up and go to the waterpark or stay here and continue… this?” Bucky moved so suddenly that you were surprised to see him straddling you again.

“Oh, there’s no question about it.” Bucky said, and leaned down to kiss you. You giggled as his lips moved down to your neck, and he disappeared altogether in the sheets.

“Just make sure I’m still able to get on that plane tomorrow,” you said as you felt his lips kiss your inner thigh.

You looked at the clock and saw that it now read 6:30 PM. “Buck, we gotta get moving if we’re going to catch the show this evening.” You said, kissing Bucky’s forehead, nose, and moving down to kiss him fervently on the lips. Making your way off the bed, you grabbed the sheet with you.

“Y/N, what are you doing, I’ve already seen you naked.” Bucky laughed as you grabbed your things and headed to the bathroom. Before shutting the door you called back to him.

“Yeah but you saw me naked during sex not like naked-naked. There’s a difference.” Bucky laughed as you closed the door behind you. He had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky.

As the two of you sat in the front section, you couldn’t help but watch in awe at these performers. They twirled their fire poi sticks around and around. They threw them high into the air, finally catching them as they came down. You gasped as they did trick after trick. When they bowed, you couldn’t help but give a standing ovation.

“That was so cool!” You exclaimed, and Bucky grinned at you. The way she sees everything for the first time, it makes me feel like I’m a kid again, Bucky thought.

At the end of the night, a man came out with a ukulele. “There is a song that we sing every time a new week is over. It is called Aloha ‘Oe. It’s about saying goodbye, but knowing we will meet again.” As the man sang while playing his ukulele you couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling that accompanied you.

This whole retreat happened because no one else was able to come or was already in a relationship, so you had to choose Bucky. But Bucky surprised you in so many ways. The way that he was a true gentleman under all of that arrogance. The way he had been charming and made people believe that the two of you were a couple. The way he had been in love with you for so long but had been too scared to tell you.

If I hadn’t chosen Bucky, none of these things would have come to light. And now we’re leaving tomorrow, and I’m not sure I’m ready. As you continued to listen to the song, you couldn’t help but shed a few tears.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Bucky whispered to you, wiping your tear-stained cheeks.

“I’m just not sure if I’m ready to leave Paradise yet.” You said. Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist.  

“I know. But you will continue to have me, for always.” Placing your head against Bucky’s chest, he kissed you. “I love you, you know.”

“And I love you,” you whispered back.

You assumed that after the show, the two of you would head back to the hotel. However, Bucky had other plans. Instead of making your way back to the hotel, Bucky veered off to the ocean. The two of you walked hand in hand until Bucky stopped.

“This should be good.” Bucky said, starting to strip. Though it was late and dark, you still thought Bucky had lost his mind.

“Bucky what the hell? We can’t just go skinny dipping at a resort!” You whispered urgently to him. Bucky gave you a wicked smile and helped you with your dress.

“Technically, this isn’t the resort anymore. Plus, I saw a waterfall over here when I explored. Who’s to say we can’t have one more adventure?” Bucky asked, running into the ocean.

“When the hell did you have time to explore?!” You questioned, chasing after him. Although it was dark, you could still see the outline of Bucky and continued to follow him.

“Between your massage and shopping and me being on the phone with Steve. I wasn’t on the phone for hours, guys don’t talk for that long.” Bucky whispered back. You’d barely heard what Bucky said because before you was the most beautiful waterfall you’d ever seen.

As you continued to swim, you saw a large rock with a smaller waterfall cascading upon it. You swam up to it, and climbed up. You sat down, taking off your bra. You let your long hair cover your breasts and called to Bucky “I’m finally a mermaid.”

The sight in front of Bucky was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The way that the moonlight danced on you as the waterfall continued to hit you perfectly… Bucky wished he could take a picture of this moment. Instead, he let out an involuntary moan and followed you up the rock.

“Just back behind this waterfall”, Bucky said, as he guided you. Although it was dark, Bucky’s eyes could pick up more than yours could. As he stopped, he cupped your cheeks with his hands. “If you’re tired, or you don’t want to do this, I’ll understand. We’ve kind of had a –“ Bucky was cut off as you kissed him. It was true, you were tired, but nothing was going to get in the way of you seizing this moment.

The two of you now lay on the ground, completely spent. Although you were exhausted, you knew you still had to swim back to shore. You kissed Bucky, aware that he was just as worn out as you were.

Luckily, you and Bucky made it back to your room without getting into any trouble. I guess the good thing about having a boyfriend like Bucky is he knows how to avoid detection. As you made it back to the room, you saw that your flight left in four hours.

“I guess it doesn’t make any sense to go to bed now.” You said, and Bucky agreed. Setting your alarm just in case either of you happened to fall asleep, you and Bucky lay on your bed talking.  

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bucky asked, and you nodded. “I know that things with me have blown over. And the Team has finally taken to me… but I don’t feel like I’m good enough. I don’t mean that I’m not skilled. I mean good enough as in, a good enough person.” As you listened to Bucky speak, you couldn’t help but feel like Bucky was being too hard on himself.

“You’re just as good as I am. Or Natasha. Or Wanda. Or Tony. Everyone has their own demons and battles. Even Cap has had to deal with some shit. Not one of us is perfect, and you’ve had it the hardest. But Cap showed me footage of you as a kid. You were cute, and definitely not a bad person. Don’t let Hydra define you.”

As you continued to talk, Bucky only heard one thing. “You thought I was cute?” Bucky asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“Please tell me that is not the only thing you gained from my response.” Bucky placed his hands behind his head. He couldn’t help but beam up at the ceiling.

“You thought I was cute. Be honest – was it the uniform?” Bucky asked, and you shook your head.

“Bucky, you ever wear that uniform around me and so help me god I will tear it right off of your body.” You deadpanned, and Bucky chuckled. I know what I’m doing for Halloween, Bucky smiled to himself.

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Questions Tag

tagged by my fellow jin stan @katbeom (thank you for shortening it to 50 questions I don't think I could answer 100+)

1| how old were you when you had your first kiss? haven't had it yet bruh I'm just 15 2| What made you decide to have a tumblr blog? I wanted to be able to reblog and like posts instead of bookmarkin my fav gif sets on chrome 3| Been depressed: I don't think so? 4| how many people have you fist fought? none 👼🏽 5| do you want to have kids? how many? ayy chill lmao. maybe I would want to, so I think 2 6| Do you want to change your name: no thx, I like my name :) 7| Right or left handed: thats right my type 8| do you have piercings? how many? one on each ear 9| who was the last person you cried in front of? my sister probably 10| do you believe in soulmates? hmm maybe? I mean everyone will find someone who they click automatically with so I think yes  11| Zodiac sign: aries da sheep 12| Do you have a dream job? uhh something related to displaying taekwondo  13| A crush: right now I'm convincing myself not to crush on any guy who treats me remotely nicely and it's working so no crush :) park jinyoung still exists tho 14| What do you like about yourself: yike um idk I think I'm funny sometimes? and I guess I'm caring to some extent...? 15| Right now eating: nothin 16| who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my sister while going on walks but idk if it counts as a conversation bc either she didn't have much to say or I didn't let her speak oops 17| Height: around 5′3″... I'm waiting to grow more pls 18| what is/are/were your best subject(s)? im getting better at physics and math I think, yeah that's all 19| Met someone who changed you: aint nobody gon change me 😤 20| do you like someone: anyone I reblog a gif set of + my friends n fam obviously

21| I’m about to:

practice my topic presentation for my French orals tomorrow

22| do you believe everything happens for a reason? If bad shit happens, you dun goofd. If good shit happens, you dun good. That's all. 23| Sports I joined: taekwondo, badminton. That's it, although badminton is more of a hobby 24| what’s irritating you right now? my need to draw but idk what to draw and I'm scared of messing up 25| do you give out second chances too easily? to my family, yes. To others, no. 26| What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i had started gymnastics at a young age bc now I'm too old to start 27| are you mean? If you're a bitch to me or my friends, then yes 28| Cried when someone died: usually the initial shock is too much but I cry later. If it's about movies, yes as well 29| Blood type: A+be 30| If you could meet ANY Korean CELEBRITY (Includes Actors, Models, K-Music artists, etc.), who would it be? got7 bc I'm trash and they seem so friendly I wanna die 31| Birthday: it was like 2 weeks ago, April 9th 32| Been drunk and thrown up: nO 33| are you scared of spiders? not really, they don't anything. But if they're big or hairy or both, I'm Out™ 34| What would you like to achieve (or experience) before the age of 60? dancing in a group

35| What do you wish for the most to happen? Get 80%+ in all my exams this time but idk if that's possible rip 36| is cheating ever okay? i hate it during tests/exams and cheating in relationships makes 0 sense. Either love your partner and stay loyal or break up.  37| Do you have any pets: No :( 38| When did you get into kpop and how? According to my archive, it's March/April 2016. I watched dope by bts, I saw Jin, BAM, I evolved into kpop trash 39| Favorite animal? Cats are amazing but orcas....just wow..... 40| Love at first sight: Mark Tuan. 41| how do you want to die? peaceful and content 42| Lips or eyes: Eyes  43| Hair length: long? It reaches mid back 44| would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Heck yeah. I'd want to see what stuff was like before. 45| who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? my dad 46| how exactly are you feeling at the moment? pretty chill. Which I shouldn't be bc I have an exam tomorrow  47| Laughed until you cry: YESSSS  48| favourite food? currently it's mark meal but it might change soon 49| when was your last physical fight? Like last year October or smth :( but I won a bronze medal for it yay 50| Do you believe in yourself: hells yeah. Not always, but I do right now.

I tag @justwhatevermark @jiyongdotcum @textingniall @parkjinyoungsbooty @hobmew to do it, if you want to ofc <3

[katgiringiringirin]

I Need U Part 2/?

[gif credit to owner, bc I don’t own this]

Warnings: Strong language, violence, can be triggering for some and… Just don’t read it if you can’t handle abusiveness and stuff.

Member: Yoongi, but all of Bangtan will make appearances.

Genre: Angst / Comedy?

Words: 1.85k

Synopsis: You’re invisible, a nobody, no friends - no nothing. Your mom died while running away from your still abusive and drunk father. You live a life no one wants, but a shared passion for piano seems to perk your interest. Who is Min Yoongi? The answer may have changed your life.

>>| Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 |<<

>>|Masterpost|<<

Every Friday.

Every Friday is the day Min Yoongi plays the piano. He arrives at exactly 6pm and plays for two hours before meeting up with the rest of Bangtan by the entrance. They then walk through the school towards the dance studio and stay there til midnight.

Saving from your mental notes. Yes… I may have stalked Min Yoongi. And yes it may have gotten me into some trouble. But it’s not your fault he’s intriguing you. There’s just something that draws you towards him, kind of  like gravity pulls you towards the earth, so you don’t float out and implode in space. Or maybe it’s your shared interest for pianos? At least it seems like he has the same love for that piano as you do.

Though that first Friday did scare you away - for a while. You had never been beaten unconscious by your dad before. But you were lucky enough to find him sleeping like a rock on the sofa the day after. You were used to the smell of beer and… other liquids. But it still stank as you made your way to the kitchen. 1:32am, the clock showed. Well at least you could get a couple more hours of sleep.

It’s pretty crazy. Why don’t you go to the police? Why don’t you turn your dad in? Well it’s not that fucking easy. 

1) Your dad is a judge. No scratch that… Was a judge. But he still has contacts and authority. Plus everyone seems to look up to him… so yeah.

2) He would therefore easily know if you went there. He would pull some strings and you’d be right back on square one. 

3) Your mom tried it, and it only led to her death…

It was raining. The droplets pouring down with such force it almost hurt as you ran. Your hand firmly gripping your mother’s, leading you to the police station.

“Mom, what’s going to happen to dad?” you asked as you finally made it indoors.

“He’s going to be locked away and he will never touch you again. He won’t touch any of us again” your mother said. Her hands resting calmly on your shoulders as she looked into your eyes.

Lies. Everything was just lies. As soon as my mom told the police about it they laughed in her face and called my dad. They fucking called him to come and get us.

It was so weird seeing my dad nice for once. Acting normally as one should, laughing away with the police. They completely ignored the screams from both you and your mother, they ignored the bruises, cuts and scars that had come from years of abusing. They ignored all that and threw us back - back to this hell hole.

You didn’t understand much then. How could the police do that? Isn’t it their duty to take care of us, the citizens? Especially children and women? 

Now you knew better. Your dad had prepared for this. He knew which strings to pull, and oh how he pulled them. He did this. Always knowing he could win. I must give him credit for using his power, even though it destroys my life. 

When finally back at home, he beat us both like he never had before. My mother were knocked out cold and I actually thought I lost her.

You crawled your way over to your mom, taking her face between your hands, shaking it and yelling.

“Mom! MOM! Please come back!” snot was running from your nose and the tears in your eyes made everything blurry “MOM!”

“That won’t help. That bitch won’t listen. She did this. She did this to you and to herself” your father spoke as he sat down, bottle in his hand, taking a swig. You looked over to him, hate burning in every cell of your body. But you were tired, your body wasn’t strong enough. You wanted to fight back but you couldn’t. “She’s not dead, I’d never allow her to die here. Not under my roof. But she’s going to wish she died. She’s going to wish she’d never gone to the police” the first sentences were for you but then he spoke more to himself. Looking at his unconscious wife, taking another swig.

Three weeks after that, it had gotten so bad that your mother saw no other solution than to run away. She didn’t think about taking you with her, and that kind of makes you hate her too. For being so selfish. It’s possible to see where she’s coming from… But no!  The worst part? She did it while you were in school.

She sat down in the car, turned on the engine and drove away right into a truck. But that wasn’t the case in the newspaper, they said the truck hit her. Not the other way around. She died instantly, or so you were told, but you really don’t know if you can trust that.

In one way, you wish she did, and in one way you didn’t. She’s still your mum, but you hope she had a couple of minutes before she died, where she thought about you. How she left you, with this monster. You hope she’s watching, seeing how much you’re suffering…

“Y/N!” the teacher yells and you yank your head up.

“Yes?” you ask. Did I really just zone out? And in anger?

“Will you answer the question please?” he asks looking at me with a knowing smirk thinking he got you. You panic for a bit before looking at the board behind him. Oh, I’m in math… I got this. You took in the problem and solved it.

“The answer is the square root of three” you answer flatly, his smirk disappearing as fast as it came. You gave him a goofy smile. 

“That is correct” he said in a tone you couldn’t quite make out and turned his back continuing on talking about some math problems. You could feel some other students staring at you, but quickly turning their attention back when Mr. Rowley flipped and yelled at them to listen.

You may not look like it, nor act like it - but you are smart, in a lot of ways. Next to invisible makes you perfect for sneaking around, listening and gaining information. Being a shadow has it’s perks sometimes…

You also don’t have much of a choice, since your father has his eyes on you. Quoting him; “You have to do well in school not to gain any unwanted attention. Stay away from most social interaction to avoid attention and risks of them knowing what’s going on understood?”. I understand he does have a reputation to live up to. But it’s shitty nonetheless.

“Okay class’s over!” Mr.Rowley yells and you snap out of your thoughts again. You pack your books quickly and make your way to your locker. You can take your sweet time, today is one of the few days where your dad worked and actually didn’t drink. And most importantly - he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow, so the house is all mine.

As soon as you got out of the school’s main building you got a text.

[Monster] I locked the door. Hope you have keys ;) Back tomorrow, or maybe next week. Whoops.

THAT LITTLE BITCH!

Your first impulse was to throw the phone - but you just got kicked from your part-time job so… Not happening. 

But how could he do this?! What are you going to do? 

I should run away! YES that’s it I should…

[Monster] Remember I’m watching. Don’t try to run away. You’ll end up like your mother.

You clench your fists staring at the text. I’m this close to killing him [Imagine the radius of an atom, about that close] Don’t he dare bring up your mother like that. And the key thing? How low is that? He knows you don’t have a key! And knowing him he probably closed your window too… But what if he didn’t?

Through the entirety of miserable life, you’ve probably never ran as fast to your house as you did now. When you finally arrived, you saw a lot of things thrown out on the yard. 

Some of your clothes, a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, a pillow and a blanket were thrown out of your window before it was closed and locked. How considerate of him…

Can he get more hateable?

Well shit. What are you going to do now? You have no foo- oh wait. He threw out a 12 pack of Snickers and a post it note was attached. 

You’re not you when you’re hungry. Not that being you is so much better… Have a fun week! 

- Dad

Am I allowed to just punch him? Yes? Okay, will do. 

This is ridiculous! You started to laugh out loud to yourself. You probably look like a maniac. Holding a pack of snickers and a blanket, laughing like there’s no tomorrow.. Yeah it kind of gives big maniac vibes. It also hurt to laugh so it sounds like you’re crying at the same time too. Great.

Back to the real problems though. Where were you going to sleep? It’s the beginning of winter, it’s getting real chilly outside and none of the clothes nor blanket will hold you warm. You have to find somewhere warm to sleep. Like a home. 

That’s it! Home a.k.a. the music room! You can hide and sleep there for the week and maybe take some food from the kitchen! But you can’t go to the school now… It’s only 4pm, you have to wait at least another hour before even thinking of going there.  

It’s friday and the clock is 5pm, there’s no one at school anymore so might as well make myself comfortable.

So let’s see what this place offers for “beds”. You look around the room searching for someplace hidden enough for someone not to notice (in case someone would come to school on a saturday or sunday), but comfortable enough to make an ok bed. 

Behind the drums maybe? There was a rug that was fairly comfortable, placed under the set and it was hidden. And it’s either the drums or by the cello that’s old and smells… Drums it is. 

You make yourself comfortable, putting down your pillow and other clothes making it at least somewhat comfortable. With your stomach growling for something to eat and you being you a.k.a lazy, you set for one of the Snicker bars. 

As you sit down on the makeshift bed made of your clothes, a pillow and a blanket, you can’t help but feel depressed. How sad mustn’t this look? A lonely teenage girl sitting in a music room at school, having only a 12 pack of Snickers. This must be an all time low even for you. It’s actually kind of laughable, but it really just makes you want to cry. So you do. 

But you’re not allowed to cry for long before footsteps are heard. 

Shit. It’s friday.

And we all know what that means…

Authors Note: Another part done! I hope you guys like it and I don’t know… Can this be called a cliffhanger? Yes? No? Muahahah >:D 

I also wanted to go for a more comedic vibe in Y/N to change it up and to brighten the mood a bit. She’s just like that so deal with it. The sun is always shining somewhere - Quote by me.

And I’m also sorry for how little Yoongi or the others are in this. There will be much more next part, I promise. But I felt like a backstory was needed, hence this was born!!!  

I’ll post part 3 soon (Probably friday and that’s probably gonna be my scheduled time if nothing else happens) so you don’t have to wait for Yoongs longer ;)