#i honestly thought i was painfully obvious about my crush on him! but my friend was surprised when i told it!

[pacifistcowboy]

i’m nineteen years of age, i shouldn’t be googling shit like “does my crush like me” ffs this is humiliating

[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part two ∿ part one ∿ part three

✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic

✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.

✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse

✧.* warnings ─ some suggestive jokes, other than that this is just as chaotic as the first part

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ part three is coming soon! hope you enjoy mwah <3

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ charles <3 . ✧ ˚

y/n: hey charles i really don’t want to be a bother but i quickly wanted to apologize for the insta post that was made about us a few hours ago!

charles <3: Hey, don’t worry, you’re not a bother! :) And I don’t really care about the post.

y/n: wait

y/n: you don’t care?

charles <3: Nope, I thought the whole flirting thing (the comments etc) was just a joke between friends, yk. At first I was a little confused, to be honest, since we don't usually joke like that, but I figured it was just the way you interact with people you feel more comfortable with!

[ seen 1:29pm ]

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: i’m so scared

princess george: WHAT DID HE SAY

y/n: he thinks it was a flirty joke between friends

princess george: HUH? So I did all that painfully obvious flirting for nothing💀

y/n: AHA

y/n: SO YOU DID DO ALL THESE THINGS TO GET ME TO CONFESS TO CHARLES.

princess george: Someone had to do it! I'm sick of watching you guys literally be in love with the other and still claim to be "just friends" 🤓

y/n:🧍‍♀️

y/n: that isn’t the point now

y/n: the point is WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY

princess george: YOU HAVENT REPLY YET??

y/n: NO I LEFT HIM ON READ BC I PANICKED IDK

princess george: i'm going to have to call carmen to give you some girly advice if you don't start getting bold💀

y/n: OKAYOKAY BUT WHAT SHOULD I SAY

y/n: HURRY UP HES BEEN ON SEEN FOR FIVE MINUTES NOW

princess george: IDK ASK GOOGLE

y/n: GEORGE WTF

princess george: DONT ‘GEORGE WTF’ ME! YOU KNOW I DONT WORK WELL UNDER PEER PRESSURE

y/n: you’re a racing driver💀

princess george: your point?

[ seen 1:37pm ]

princess george: hello???

[ seen 1:38pm ]

y/n: I ASKED GOOGLE LIKE YOU TOLD ME TO AND THEY DIDNT DO SHIT

y/n: they had the audacity to correct me too

princess george: 💀💀

[ seen 1:40pm ]

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ charles <3 . ✧ ˚

y/n: you think it was a joke?

charles <3: Well yeah

charles <3 I mean

charles <3: It couldn’t have been anything more

y/n: what if it was tho?

y/n: hypothetical ofc!!!!

charles <3: Well I honestly don’t know

charles <3: If we are speaking hypothetically, I think I would be flattered.

y/n: and if we aren’t speaking hypothetically?

charles <3: Then I would probably still feel flattered.

charles <3: Y/n? Hello?

y/n: SORRY MY PHONE FELL DOWN

charles <3: LMAO

charles <3: Does that mean those flirty jokes weren’t just jokes?

y/n: well.. to me, they’re not jokes, but i’m not the one who made them. i wasn’t supposed to tell you yet but i’m getting sick of george so idc

y/n: i lost a bet to him and had to hand over my main social media accounts for 24 hours, meaning all the comments/posts you saw from my main accounts were made by george😭

charles <3: That explains why I saw your private accounts constantly fight with your main accounts in random comment sections💀

y/n: yeah he was really messing with me

y/n: i’ve gotten lots of angry mails from my pr team

charles <3: I can imagine😭 It's only fair that you get back at him.

y/n: oh absolutely.

charles <3: Can I ask a question though?

y/n: sure!

charles <3: Is your newest single actually about me?

y/n: yes it is. i’m sorry you have to find out like this but i really like you, like a lot. i’ve liked you for a while now but i was too scared to talk to you about it because i thought you don’t feel the same.

charles <3: That’s not true

charles <3: I actually do feel the same, and I literally had the same dilemma!

y/n: WHAT

y/n: YOU ALSO LIKE ME??

charles <3: YES!! I really like you :)

y/n: SINCE WHEN

charles <3: Probably since the day I first met you

y/n: no way i thought you hated me back then💀

charles <3: No don’t worry I didn’t😭 My brother Arthur said I always have this certain look to myself when I meet new people. He said I tend to look a little “off” when I’m overwhelmed, so that was probably it lol

y/n: oh yeah, george said the same about you

charles <3: Aha very nice of him💀

charles <3: Btw I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking this, but what are we now? I’m just a little confused

y/n: how about we take it slow and start going on little dates? like trying this whole thing out and seeing if we can actually be more than friends.

charles <3: I had the same in mind :)

charles <3: And George still has control over your main accounts?

y/n: yep for the next 2-3 hours :’)

charles <3: alright, ready to get back at him?

y/n: ABSOLUTELY

[ seen 1:59pm ]

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: Y/N DID HE REPLY YET?

[ sent 1:43pm ]

princess george: Y/N?

princess charles: HELLOOOO

[ sent 1:44pm ]

princess george: CMON I CAN SEE YOURE ONLINE

[ sent 1:46pm ]

princess george: DONT BE SO CRUEL

princess george: PLEASEEE

princess george: I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID

[ sent 1:50pm ]

princess george: UGH fine

princess george: Guess my finger slipped again🙄🙄🙄

[ sent 1:55pm ]

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georgerussell63 Oh. My. God.😲😲 Y/n this isn’t your private account

user54 you’re acting very sus there mate

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user965 mother is mothering🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

user233 does a stronger word than mother exist??

user355 @/charlesleclerc you better wife her up before i do

user212 there’s no way they’re actually together, now that she revealed that george was behind all those comments/posts

user593 i was NOT prepared

charles_leclerc come to monaco, we miss you

landonorris who’s we

yourusername @/landonorris stfu you salty bitch, you’re just jealous i didn’t visit you last year💀

charles_leclerc just added to their story !

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[superprofesh]

The Five Times Colt Seavers Almost Kisses You (and the One Time He Does) — Part 3

Pairing: Colt Seavers x reader

Description: The third time Colt Seavers almost kisses you — the one that hurts the most.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.4k

Tag List: @strangedeerconnoisseur, @icantwaittoliveandlearn, @moonlightandstarshimmer

Author’s Note: It's part 3! The tension is heating up, the emotional stakes are rising, and my obsession is only getting worse / better. Let me know what you think! :)

Part 1 // Part 2

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You step into the darkened club at the height of the company’s weekend party, colorful lights flashing over the dozens of people dancing and chatting across the crowded room, but your eyes are sharpened on the lookout for just one person. Colt Seavers.

You can’t get him out of your head. You’ve spent the last three days doing everything in your power to avoid him on set, from locking yourself in the art trailer to conveniently arranging to work on the still-in-progress train station set. You had entertained the idea that if you could just keep from seeing him for a few days, you could stop replaying every moment of that night in your head.

But even when you’re knee-deep in epoxy or hyper-focused on scoring holes in iron beams, you’re envisioning the way the lamplight accentuated Colt’s features and reflected in his dark blue eyes that night. Try as you may, you can’t forget how absorbed he was in studying your face, or the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to escort you to your hotel, or the way he lingered at the doorway as if he wanted to say something.

And you especially can’t forget the way you thought he was going to kiss you.

But then, of course, you had to ruin it. You obviously came on too strong. You physically cringe every time you remember some of the things you said to Colt that night while you were so delirious you couldn’t even stand up straight.

“I bet the desk clerk thought I was drunk and bringing you home with me.”

“I couldn’t have made it without you.”

The fact that Colt has been avoiding you just as hard as you’ve been avoiding him only confirms your anxieties. In the past three days, you’ve only seen him twice, and both times he’s ducked away before you had to have a conversation. It’s not like anything shameful or immodest happened between you — it’s just that you made your crush on him so painfully obvious that you’re sure he’s trying to spare your feelings. The thought makes your heart ache, but it’s ultimately for the best. You’re not about to make a move when it’s so obvious that he’s not interested in anything serious with you.

However, the fact that you’ve been sleeping curled up with his jacket — the one that has his musky smell embedded into its very essence — has not helped matters in the slightest.

You shake your head as you glance around the dark room and wave at your friend Holly across the bar. You’re honestly an embarrassment to yourself. All your life, you’ve had an iron will that bends to your intelligence, not your emotions. Why does that have to change now, all of a sudden?

Holly makes her way around the bar, a drink in her hand and the evidence of more on her breath. You reach out a hand to steady her before she spills her drink all over herself, and she giggles uncontrollably. She’s a talented cinematographer and a dedicated weekend partier.

“Where have you been the last few days?” Holly asks dramatically, as if you’ve committed an atrocity against your friendship. “I haven’t seen you anywhere.”

“Just working on getting the sets perfect,” you shrug, trying not to give anything away. “Besides, I’ve never been one to hang around the cameras too much anyway. That’s your department.”

Holly gives you a mischievous smile and takes another sip of her drink, peering over the edge of the glass at you knowingly. “You certainly seemed to find ways to be near the cameras when a certain stuntman was on set.”

You stiffen immediately, doing your best to paint an unaffected smile on your face and failing miserably. “That’s all over, Hol. Not a thing anymore.”

Holly raises her eyebrows skeptically, and you know she sees right through you. “What a shame,” she grins. “He certainly only had eyes for you.”

That comment sends a stab of pain through your heart, but you ignore it. “It’s fine. Nothing weird, I’m just keeping my distance. Just trying to avoid a heartbreak, that’s all.” The words are technically true.

“Got it,” Holly nods conspiratorially. She takes another sip of her drink and glances around the room. “Well, he didn’t show up here tonight, so you don’t have to worry about him. You can just have fun!”

The words have barely left Holly’s mouth before her eyes widen to a comical size at something behind you. Somehow, you already know who just walked in the door, and your heart gives another spectacular lurch.

Knowing you need to get this over with, you turn to face him, your heart in your throat. Sure enough, Colt slips through the club door, glancing around the room intently, as if he’s looking for something. Or someone, you can’t help thinking.

His eyes land on you, and he freezes in his tracks. A mixture of emotions — nervousness, embarrassment, surprise — crosses his face. You know it’s going to be awkward after all that’s happened, so you try to break the ice. “Hey, fall guy,” you greet him, instantly regretting it. Too flirtatious, stop it right now.

Colt smiles, something like relief crossing his tense features. “Hey, da Vinci,” he responds over the boom of the club’s music, closing the door behind him and taking a single step in your direction. He shoves his hands in his jeans pockets, and you suddenly notice that he’s not dressed for a company party.

“What brings you here?” you ask, trying to ignore the way Holly is pressing into your side and doing a horrible job of hiding her elbowing. “I thought you weren’t a fan of these company parties.”

Colt shrugs, looking past you into the crowd. “Yeah, not really. Just came to drop some stuff off with George for tomorrow’s session.” He swallows hard, as if he’s pondering something, then lets his eyes fall back on you. “What about you? I thought you didn’t like the company parties either.”

I don’t. I came to try to forget about you.

“Oh,” you say casually, “just dropping by. Holly asked me to come.” You squeeze Holly’s hand to signal her for backup, and, intoxicated as she is, she immediately jumps in to help.

“I did!” she exclaims, a little too enthusiastic. “We were actually just talking about — ah, we were just talking about…” Holly hesitates way too long, and you cringe inwardly. “Your stunt!” she recovers. “Your transfer truck stunt!”

“Your what?” Your curiosity is instantly piqued, along with your worry. “I don’t remember a transfer truck stunt in the script.”

Colt smiles a little, the first one you’ve seen since he walked in. “Gordon decided to try it out today. He thought it would spice up the car chase scene.”

Holly jumps in with gusto, clearly excited to have turned you onto a better topic. “Yeah! Gordon came up with it at the last minute. The stunt was originally supposed to just be VFX, but Colt said he could do it.”

“Do what?” you ask, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Colt shrugs. “Just a jump. One transfer truck to another.”

“The top of one transfer truck to another!” Holly adds for emphasis, sloshing a bit of drink over the edge of her cup. “At top speed, while the trucks are rounding a hairpin turn in the canyon!”

Your eyes widen, and you turn your shocked expression on Colt. “Tell me you’re joking,” you manage.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he amends, obviously embarrassed by Holly’s dramatic retelling. “It’s not like Gordon forced me to do anything. I volunteered and said I could do it.”

“You could have gotten killed!” You’re not sure why you feel so passionately about this; he is a stuntman, after all. But something about knowing that you’ve been avoiding him for three days while he’s been performing death-defying stunts rattles you in a way you can’t ignore. While you’re gathering fire for a rant, Holly backs away into the crowd, an impish smile on her face.

Colt’s smile comes more easily this time, and he takes another step closer to you, ducking his head to look more squarely into your eyes. “Hey, calm down,” he reassures you. “No major injuries. No brushes with death. Just a cool shot.”

You press your lips together, still bubbling over with an emotion you can’t name. “Risking your life for a cool shot isn’t something to laugh about,” you tell him, though there’s no real edge to your voice. You glance down at his hand that’s resting on the bar beside you. “What happened to your hands?” you demand.

Both Colt’s hands are wrapped in bandages that you hadn’t even noticed until he pulled them out of his pockets. His expression shifts again, this time to a kind of bemused concern. “Just a little friction burn, that’s all,” he assures you. He brings one of his hands up to rest on your right shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes your stomach flip in response. “Don’t waste your worries on me, Picasso. I’m a stuntman, remember? Taking risks is what I do.”

Colt’s laid-back tone does calm you a little, and you fight the urge to shake your head at yourself again. What are you thinking? Why are you getting so emotional about this in front of him? Play it cool, explain it logically, don’t make the same mistake you did before.

“Yeah, I know,” you admit, shrugging. “It just seems like Gordon is pushing you harder than he was before. It’s like he’s getting too comfortable putting you in more and more danger for the sake of impressive shots.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Colt tells you. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and he cocks his head as his gaze flits over your face. “And it’s no different than you going without sleep for three days to finish a setpiece.”

“It is not the same thing,” you begin, but he shakes his head, leaning one elbow on the bar to tilt his head closer to you. You despise yourself for weakening your resolve, but you can’t resist leaning closer to him, too — so close you can feel yourself getting lost in the dark blue of his eyes.

“Sure it is,” he said softly, his husky voice carrying over the short space between you even with the loud music playing in the background. “I do stunts because it’s what I love to do, even if they’re dangerous. You make the sets look amazing because it’s your passion, even when it means you have to go without sleep. I guess we’re both just too dedicated to our crafts, huh?”

You’re finding it difficult to think of a response, your eyes locked on his. All the resolve you’ve been building for the last three days melts under the heat of his gaze. Something like a magnet is pulling you even closer to him. Your mind unhelpfully flashes back to the night you were wrapped under his arm while walking to your hotel room, his warmth enveloping you.

“Well,” you murmur, trying desperately not to look at his lips, “my dedication won’t result in a broken neck.”

Colt lifts one eyebrow in response, leaning a hairsbreadth forward. “Neither will mine,” he whispers.

You mirror his quirked eyebrow, lowering your voice to match his. “How do you know?”

Colt keeps his eyes locked on yours, but one of his hands reaches up to the side of your face unnoticed. His palms are bandaged, but he uses his fingertips to twirl a strand of your hair. Your breath catches when he tucks the strand behind your ear, his touch searing your skin even in the brief contact, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the best in the business,” he tells you as he finally pulls his hand away from your temple.

You smile at his teasing tone. The distance between you keeps closing, a quarter of an inch at a time, and you can feel the burning heat of his skin the closer you get. His eyes don’t drift from yours, but the tension is so potent that you can barely take a breath.

“The best in the business,” you repeat, a coy smile edging the corners of your lips. “Haven’t you heard that pride comes before the fall?”

“Mmm hmm,” Colt hums, and you feel the sound reverberate in your very bones. Your faces are only a few inches apart now. Everything — the music, the crowd, the flashing lights — is forgotten, consumed by the fire blazing in his eyes. His gaze finally tears off your eyes and slowly, so slowly, steals down to your lips. His own lips part slightly, as if he’s finally about to lean forward and close the tantalizing distance between you.

Suddenly you couldn’t care less about all the reasons why you shouldn’t.

But then, your heart still hammering against your ribs, your skin prickling, your lungs strangled into stillness, Colt pulls away from you.

The abrupt distance feels like a cold bucket of water on your head after the heat of what you just shared. Colt seems to feel the shock too, rubbing both hands over his face and letting out a shaky breath before his casual smirk returns.

“Wow,” he half laughs, shaking out his arms and shoulders dramatically. “Nothing like a club’s vibe to muddy the waters, right?”

His careless comment stuns you even more than his quick withdrawal did. You suddenly realize how much every moment with him means to you, and the stinging pain of rejection is amplified a thousand times by his casual attitude.

He doesn’t care. He seriously doesn’t care at all.

You try to recover some dignity, but you know you’ve already blown that more times than you can count. All you can choke out is, “Yeah,” and then a listless, “See you around,” before you slip past his shoulder and head for the door. You can already feel the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, and you’re not going to embarrass yourself further by letting him see you cry. You throw up a hand at Holly as you hurry out the club door into the chilly evening air, barely registering her questioning look.

What you don’t notice is the way Colt clenches his hands into fists against the pain of his burns, or the way he squeezes his eyes shut to block out the memory of your devastated expression.

All you know is the pain of the rejection, the bitterness of your tears, and the smell of his jacket as you fall asleep that night.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 

Part 4

[lilycolbertsstuff]

Ok let’s talk all things Bridgerton.

First things first, we’ve all binged it the day that it came out, right?

Second, Nicola Coughlan the woman that you are.

Now let’s move on to the serious stuff.

I have to say that so far I’m liking this season but there are some things that I really don’t understand, namely all the subplots. Some of them should’ve either been cut or they should’ve had less screen time. I understand for example the introduction of Francesca and John because of how their story plays out in the future but what about the Mondriches? Don’t get me wrong I like their characters and their chemistry but I really don’t get why they’re such a prominent part of this season, hopefully their presence will be justified in part 2 for it would be heartbreaking to see unnecessary hate towards them.

Another aspect I liked is Eloise and Cressida’s friendship. In the beginning I didn’t think it would be something genuine but turns out that El does actually come to care for Cressida, who is finally not just relegated to being the mean girl.

Kate and Anthony are a dream to watch on screen, their chemistry is out of this world and they most definitely deserve the long ass honeymoon for god knows how hard these two have worked for their families.

I found Francesca to be such an interesting character and her and John were cute but the side couple that I’m really curious about is Violet and lady Danbury’s brother.

The Featheringtons were a highlight of this season to me. They had no business being this funny. Every time a scene with them came on I was prepared to laugh.

Queen Charlotte and lady Danbury are such icons you can’t help but love them.

Last but not least, Benedict. My boy what have they done to you? It’s so painfully obvious that they didn’t know what to do with his character because give me a valid reason why his storyline this time around is him going to bed with a widow; I would’ve much rather liked to see him in those artists’ parties or whatever like he did in season one and maybe explore more of that aspect of his personality in preparation for his own season, which hopefully will be next.

Time to talk about the leads:

I wish we could’ve seen more of Colin’s identity crisis but I feel like whenever the script was lacking Luke did a great job compensating with his body language and facial expressions. Also can we all agree that he’s just so whipped for Pen after their first kiss?

As a fellow wallflower I really related to the scenes where Penelope felt frustrated with the ton and all the socialising. I can confirm that even when we get all dolled up and feel confident in our own skin for once it’s still so hard to put ourselves out there. We feel called by the wall and somehow we find it more fascinating to observe all the different dynamics going on around us rather than actively taking part in them, even if sometimes we want to.

The scenes where Pen threw herself on her bed and sighed? Yep, I felt that.

I honestly didn’t mind that Colin and Pen got together by the end of the first part of the season for we’ve been watching the build up to their relationship for three seasons now. These two have been friends for ages so it’s not like they had to go through all that getting to know each other phase. Furthermore, I’m pretty sure that part 2 will focus on the unfolding of the lady whistledown storyline and having Colin and Pen be together makes more sense because now he loves and wants to marry her leading to an even more crushing reveal.

The carriage scene?! I died and resurrected in the span of like 3 minutes, and that’s just their first intimate scene I don’t know what will happen to me with the ones to come.

These were my overall thoughts on Bridgerton season 3. I can’t wait till part 2 comes out but also I will be deep in exam season so it’ll be a wild ride, let’s hope everything turns out for the best.🐝🩵

[telyscope]

Omg! Just read your jealous hc and this gave me an idea. Can you do something where Neteyam and the reader are best friends (he’s in love with her, obviously) and Ao’nung notices. He tries to flirt with the reader just to get on his nerves and he succeeds his mission. Neteyam tries to stay away from her for a while because he can’t stand the thought of her with someone else and everytime he sees her is just pain. She notices and question him about it and he finally confesses. (If you could do, it would be great! Sorry if this is confusing, english is not my first language)

of course!! i’m sorry isnt the best or seems a little rushed, im still getting used to writing longer fics! but i still hope you enjoy<3

neteyam x fem!reader

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you and neteyam were inseparable. ever since you guys were kids, you two were always around each other. as you grew older your relationship with neteyam had only grew stronger, and now that you two were new to the metkayina clan, you only had each other

it was painfully obvious to everyone else that neteyam liked you. though for some reason, you were the only one that couldn’t tell. i mean sure he’d openly flirt with you here and there, but you always just brushed it off

aonung on the other hand, indeed did not just “brush it off.” he first caught onto neteyams little crush on you when he saw neteyam smiling at you and looking down at the ground while smiling when you weren’t watching

ever since he saw that moment, all the other hints were so clear. he noticed every time neteyam smiled at you or watched you in awe

he would’ve found it cute, honestly.. only if it was anyone other than neteyam. and what better way to piss neteyam off than to flirt with his beloved.

aonung, roxto, and tsireya were showing you and neteyam around the reef along with lo’ak and tuk. it was so, so beautiful. you wanted to see all of it, the entire reef. but your swimming and breathing capabilities were getting in the way of that.

the four of you rose to the surface to catch your breaths, aonung, roxto, and tsireya following shortly after. tsireya understands you guys can’t swim or hold your breath as well as them, but aonung and roxto can’t help but let out a small laugh

“stop that aonung” tsireya hits him on the head, trying to knock some sense into him

his smile slowly fades but widens once again when you two make eye contact. “you’re right tsireya, im sorry. it’s not their fault they can’t swim as well as us. it’s a shame, truly, i would’ve loved to show y/n around the reef, but i wouldn’t wanna tire her out.” you vaguely hear sarcasm in his voice, but you’re too busy focused on his words to care about his tone of voice

you mouth falls agape and you stare right into aonungs eyes. “no no that wouldn’t tire me out, i just cant keep up with you, that’s all. i would love to explore the reef some more.”

“is that so? well then, what do you say i show you around, just the two of us. ill hold your hand the whole time so that you don’t get lost.” aonung flashes a rather flirtatious smile, and your face gets hot.

“just the two of you? really?” neteyam turns to focus all his attention on you. “how do you know he won’t leave you stranded all alone. you barely know each other.” the irritation in neteyams voice is clear, and the glare in his eyes is sharp.

“neteyam, calm down. do you really think the chiefs son would do that to a guest?” you respond, confused by neteyams sudden annoyance.

“she’s right, my father would kill me. i just want to show her how beautiful the reef is. no harm in that, right?” aonung adds on, purposely sneaking a wink at you at you to provoke neteyam even more.

neteyam was pissed. was he doing this on purpose? worst part was, you didn’t even seem to mind it. in fact, you were excited to go with him.

“cmon bro it’ll be fine, let’s just go back and find kiri.” lo’ak says trying to ease neteyam, clearly catching onto his anger.

neteyam doesn’t say another word. he just looks at you for a moment before swimming off with the rest of them.

—

how long has it been? an hour? two? you and aonung finally finished exploring the reef, and goodness was it gorgeous. you cant wait to tell neteyam all about what you saw, that is.. if you can find him.

everyone was gathered on the beach except for him. lo’ak, kiri, tsireya, tuk, all of them. where was neteyam? he was always the first to welcome you back after you went somewhere, but he was nowhere in sight.

“lo’ak, do you know where neteyam is?”

“nope, once we got back from the reef he left and i haven’t seen him since.”

how strange.

perhaps he’s just tired. he hasn’t gotten much rest since the arrival here, so maybe he went to sleep early. it’s fine, you’ll talk to him tomorrow.

—

it’s been almost two days and neteyam still hasn’t talked to you. at first you gave him space in case he truly was mad at you, but now it was just getting tiring, and you were sick of it. it was obvious something is upsetting him, and you were gonna find out what.

you observed him as he talked to lo’ak on the beach. it was already eclipse, and you watched the way his spots faintly glowed under the dark sky. there was a nervous feeling gnawing at your stomach and you just couldn’t figure out why. “it’s just neteyam,” you remind yourself.

lo’ak started walking back to the hut, and you took the chance to finally speak with neteyam. you paused for a moment before you continued your steps towards him. he looked serene, beautiful even, but there was a glint of sadness in his eyes.

“neteyam,” you mumbled out, your footsteps matched your voice, soft. he shifted his body towards you, his back facing the ocean with his arms crossed. he had the same look on his face he did just seconds ago. you exhaled slowly, a light breeze blowing your hair. you could feel his stare on you, it was intimidating. you finally lifted your head to meet his eyes. his eyes reflected the stars and for a moment you forgot what you were gonna say.

“neteyam, did i do something?” your voice was hesitant at first, but your pace sped up, “i mean- you’ve been ignoring me, haven’t you? you’ve never ignored me. what’s going on.” you let out a deep breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

he didn’t say anything for a moment. he just stared into your eyes with no visible expression. “do you have feelings for aonung,” he finally lets out.

what?

what?

did he really just ask that? you stare at him with utter disbelief for a moment. “i’m sorry, what?” you scoff. “you don’t talk to me for almost two days and that is the first thing you say?”

“im giving you your answer.”

“no, no you are not. is this some sort of awful joke?”

he lets out a breathy laugh, and you can see his body tense up, “you just don’t get it do you?? how much more obvious do i need to make it for you to finally get the damn hint?” his arms fall to his sides and his voice becomes more assertive, “for fucks sake i like you, y/n, i’ve loved you for years, and you still haven’t noticed?”

oh.

the both of you fall silent. seems you aren’t the only one in shock, neteyam takes a step back as if he couldn’t believe what he just said either. you stand still for a good minute, unsure of what to do. perhaps you shouldn’t have brushed off all the hints after all. the wind gently blows his braids and he stands tall. you could admire him for hours. you practically already have. you always find yourself unknowingly staring at the way his eyes shine in the sun, or the way he smiles, or the way he’s so, effortlessly, alluring.

but right now was not a moment to just stare at him. your heart is racing and the nervous feeling comes back. “neteyam..”

“no i’m sorry just forget what i said i didnt-“

“neteyam,” you cut him off, “i see you.”

[yellowgreendinno]

Do you have any LGBTQ+ black clover headcanons? Talk about them!

Mereo: Lesbian. I have a headcanon that as a child and teenager, her parents constantly told her she'd find a man and fall in love with him, but during all those years she had a horrible crush on Fue's girl best friend.

Fuegoleon: He's demisexual and pan. He's never thought about it though, to him it's just "I like people", but he really does need a deep bond there, which can be given in a ship like Fuenozel.

Nozel: He's bisexual, preference for women though. Because whenever I see him with Vanessa, Dotty, Helena or whoever, I think "yeah, this man is so fucking straight". But, for Fuegoleon and only for Fuegoleon, he's gay. So, so gay.

Nebra: I think she's either a lesbian, or bisexual, but I only have to say: Yes, she has had a crush on Mereoleona; and yes, the conversation below has happened.

Nozel: Why don't you have a boyfriend yet? Men are hot. Nebra: No they're not. Nozel: Nebra: Nozel & Nebra: ...you're gay- bro- you're hoMOSEXUAL-

Kirsch: The gayest gay who has ever gayed. He's so gay it hurts my senses.

Solid: He's gay, but asexual. There's no way this man has any interest in sex whatsoever. But I kinda ship him with Gauche or/and Langris, so- yeah, gay.

Leo: GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY and GAY. His first crush was Solid, and he's in love with Yuno, he thinks Asta's hot- this man has no way around women.

Mimosa: she's so straight is painful

Noelle: The biggest bisexual mess there's ever been and ever will be, and the funny thing is she's on aware of it. Like, she doesn't understand what this little skip is in her heart whenever Asta's close to her, but even less how she feels so warm when Kahono sings just for her.

Kahono: Bisexual, no preference whatsoever.

Kiato: He thinks he's straight, but he's actually bisexual with a male preference.

William: Oh, he's gay. And experimenting with He/They.

Jack: Straight, play flirts with Yami though.

Charlotte: *clears throat* STRAIGHT!

Sol: She was a raging homosexual, but Magna made her question her sexuality. After, she realised she just thought he was handsome and that's it, she's still a raging homosexual.

Dorothy: She's straight, and I just can't see the Nozel & Dorothy dynamic without her having a painfully obvious crush on him.

Rill: Oh boy, he has absolutely NO clue. The only thing he's sure about is he's genderfluid and has come out to only Marx, William and Nozel. (I- I read an omegaverse fic on Ao3 called "Family Tree" and... *sobs* omega Nozel, Rill, William and Marx sticking together is honestly one of the best things I have ever layed eyes upon)

Yami: I don't really ship Yamichar, because I think Yami's the aroacest aroace that's ever aroaced.

Nacht: He absolutely gives no fucks about anything, he's yet to experience attraction, but isn't sure about being aro/ace.

[the-sinister-story-teller]

Maybe you could do angel dust with a reader that’s the son of Rosie, started staying there after episode 8, very gentlemanly yet shy around angel. They’re crushing on each other but they just can’t tell each other, Charlie and the reader have this really wholesome best friend/sibling dynamic so the reader goes to Charlie and she gives him advice yet Charlie doesn’t tell him that she already ships them so hard. Reader and angel confess to each other and fluff ensues.

A/n: of course I could do it!! This sounds super cute and I'm thrilled to write it!

Angel x Male!Reader~ Friends To Lovers.

Mentions: Fluff, Male reader, son of Rosie reader.

Topic: request above ^^^

"...Rosie's son you say? My what a turn of events! I wasn't expecting such a thing from Rosie! Haha!!" Alastor laughed as the two of you shared a cup of tea.

"Yes well...I suppose she's full of surprises, isn't she?" You laughed softly. You had started staying at the hotel after what had happened with the angels. The hotel was fully re-done, new, and fresh. That, included rooms as well! You in particular, were staying at the hotel to take a break from all the cannibals in Cannibal Town. However, you were mainly staying to see a certain person...Angel Dust. Not for his services or anything, but because you were smitten for the spider demon. To your surprise, the demon you were thinking of, passed the corner, holding his pet pig too. "oh..Angel! Good evening!" You called out, jolting up out your seat to greet Angel, very formal.

"Oh, heya! What's up Y/n?" Angel said, hugging you softly, before pulling away, the both of you blushing. You both were crushing on one another, and it was PAINFULLY obvious to the others. Especially Charlie. She noticed it the most, and holy shit she shipped you two HARD.

"Nothing at all, I figured I should greet my favorite fellow, shouldn't I?" You chuckled softly, as Angel shrugged, bashfully looking away. You two chatted a little, before Angel left to go run some shopping errands with Vaggie. A sigh left your lips as you sat down with an annoyed groan.

"Y/n!" Charlie squealed, sitting by you. "You two were talking agaaaaain!" She giggled insistently as you shook your head.

"Yeah. Just talking...Every time I get so close to confessing I crack and just... Chicken out." You muttered, as Charlie smirked.

"Want some advice?" She hummed sweetly as you perked. She took this as a yes, cleared her throat, and began speaking. "Well first, get alone with him in a nice area, ok? Then what you do, is you compliment him a LOT so that he starts to catch on, finally, you confess!" She exclaimed. The plan made you raise a brow, but you'll take anything at this point. You sighed, willing to go through with this outrageously blunt plan. So, a bit after Angel got home, you made your move.

"Uh...Hey, Angel..?"

"Mmh? Oh! Heya! What'cha need?" Angel hummed, looking up from his phone and at you.

"Wanna go on the balcony? I heard the city looks exceptionally pretty from here tonight." You said softly. You had to figure out some dumb excuse to get him to go up there!

"Uh...Sure." Angel said, shrugging softly. He lied the thought of being alone with you. Maybe he can confess there. You both made your ways up to a balcony, leaning on the rail before you sighed.

"I wanna ask you something." You both said simotaniously.

"O-Oh uh...You go first-" You insisted.

"Nah, it's fine, mine can wait."

"How about we say it at the same time?" You recommended and Angel noded.

"I love you." You both spoke, as both of your faces when bright red.

"You...Like me back?" Angel said, shocked to be completely honest.

"Well, yes. I do. I'm honestly shocked you feel the same." You laughed softly, before feeling your face being gently grabbed, and kissed. After a quick but passionate kiss, Angel pulled away.

"Was that too much? Sorry if it was too much..." He mumbled as you kissed his cheek.

"It wasn't enough Angie."

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A/n; Sorry if it isn't long, but i hope you enjoyed it!

[minsungchronology]

My Personal Opinions on Minsung's Dynamic (2018)

Disclaimer: I am not trying to pass off my opinions as facts. This is my personal interpretation of what is laid out right in front of us. I could be completely off base because I don’t know these guys personally, so take this with a grain of salt and feel free to disagree!

Lee Know is very interesting to me.

That’s literally the first thought I had when compiling all of these moments together.

Members and fans equally describe him as the “Tsundere” of the group (even though he’s a multifaceted person with a very caring side towards his closest ones). We see throughout the years he has a dry/deadpan sense of humor, is sarcastic at times, has a more introverted personality, etc. etc.

When I was a newer fan, I quickly assumed that out of him and Han, he was the one that was more inclined to “keep it together” on camera, thus making it super difficult to read him.

That is definitely not the case for me when making this video…cause holy sh*t??? There are times where the guy is shockingly transparent. (the fansigns and the early vlives, especially)

While putting together clips for this year, I found a clip of him (in a later year) where the other members describe him as someone who’s honest with his emotions, which…kind of tracks if you’ve watched him over the years. It's refreshing to see that in an idol.

I’m of the opinion that he developed a little crush on Han early-ish this year. 

I probably would have chalked down LK’s behavior towards Han as platonic fondness like he has for I.N (he really dotes on the youngest like a baby brother during this year. I felt like these two were also pretty close since you see them together frequently, but their friendship isn’t talked about too much. Jeongho is actually so underrated 😭.), if it wasn’t for Changbin’s subtle yet unsubtle remarks towards those two. Changbin is someone who knows them personally, lives with them, and is with them almost 24/7. He knows them better than any of us ever will. So it’s quite telling to me when that is coming from someone who ACTUALLY KNOWS THEM, which really puts things into perspective. 

He literally acts like someone who teases their friend for having a crush.

You have moments where Changbin points and laughs at Lee Know for staring at Han ~that way~ during the dance segment in the KBS World Idol show, then there’s him giving LK the 😏 look when he gets smiley from Han who was doing…almost nothing…during a Vlive they have before a fansign, AND THEN the 3.NO.RA.CHA car Vlive where he’s like “Lee Know why are you so happy? Why are you so happy?” after LK and Han do something that catches Chan off guard (I’m pretty sure they did the one plus one is cute thing that they end up doing during the two kids room episode). Which goes onto another point…THAT episode:

I find it interesting how LK was the one who requested Han to do the aegyo class with him because…like,,,, what?? 🧍‍♀️

For some reason I thought Han was the one who suggested it.

Then comes the part where LK mentions feelings and Han looks into the camera like he’s in the office and LK just nervously giggles and says “I don’t know” after realizing the implications of what he just said. This is also interesting to me b/c normally someone would react like “Oh no!! Don’t misunderstand!” to diffuse any awkwardness. 

And the fansigns, they are so flipping cute in those. 😭 There’s so much content out there so I was stressing out about how much to include and/or exclude. From these alone, you can tell LK adores the hell out of Han. It’s so painfully obvious to watch. It really puts the “LK can’t live without Han” saying by Seungmin into perspective. 

Han, on the other hand, like I said in a previous post, is harder to read. I honestly don’t think he liked LK “like that” at this point, unless he’s incredibly good at hiding it and didn’t want to acknowledge those types of feelings at all for obvious reasons. If you compare him in 2018 to 2023, it's worlds apart. (lmfao the concerts this year are something else; I seriously can’t wait to get to 2023 b/c whatever happened in Australia Sydney day 1 is VERY INTERESTING, like the fancams from that concert are incredibly eye opening for reasons I don’t want to explain right now 😬😬).  LK has remained fairly consistent imo. I think you’ll start to see some reciprocation from Han in later years.

But they are consistently close this year. They bicker and play-fight like close friends do, they comfortably joke around with each other, and they’re always finding some way to interact with the other. The two of them always seem to be on board with eo's ~weird~ antics too. (Much like you see in subsequent years and this year; they haven’t changed at all in that aspect). They’re the definition of soulmates. 

Seeing their evolution as idols from the beginning is very interesting too when you get to go back and watch almost every single content out there. Like plenty has changed within a 5-6 year span, but a lot of things have also remained the same.

Lee know was noticeably more camera shy back then. Han seemed more outgoing and out there compared to him (the guy is a ball of energy) while LK was quieter and more in the background. You can also see snippets of his characteristic sense of humor and “4d” personality, although, again, he was more camera shy so he didn’t show it as much. 

2019 is still a work in progress, but I think Han's behavior much later that year and in 2020 is an interesting change from what we see in 2018.

[ooglywooglies]

so yesterday i had a fucking epiphany when i was talking about how transmascs dont have eggs as much as transfems do and so transfems adopt male characters as transfem all the time and i was like hmm i wonder if i have any male ocs that are kinda eggy/i could see transitioning later in life (it helps that the majority of my ocs are in high school bc these projects started when i was a teenager and are frozen in time)

thank god i recently made portraits for all of them too

first one i immediately thought of was michaels:

a lot of the plot of tww revolves around him developing a crush on a new male teacher (its more of a plot device than anything theres no shippy stuff involved with that at all dw) and it kicking off some other social conflicts with the other kids around him because hes going through like a sexual discovery phase and all his friends are trying to be supportive in the most pushy/invasive way possible

and his background is hes very much The Good One out of this entire group of friends. he comes from a well off family with big expectations for him hes an honor student and hes the one that usually talks them out of trouble, hes obviously DEEPLY insecure as a result.

people do question his masculinity a lot, not in a way that usually bothers him, mostly the fact that hes kind of a later bloomer and short (canonically he gets a lot taller basically right after all this -- hes currently in tww barely just turned 16) but he does care about coming off as "the right kind of person" rejecting his attraction to men and keeping his gay best friend at a distance around other people, ive actually been really unsure about what his real sexuality is supposed to be

i originally made him as my own personal whitewashed self insert when i was 13, he was kind of a spinoff of an "alter ego" i had on deviantart where i "lied" about being a boy, ive since disconnected from him A LOT and i think when you reevaluate him as his own person he doesnt really have a lot of transmasc vibes left over

i feel like itd make a lot of sense for him to finally have his first puberty come and hit him like a fucking truck and yknow, its the exact opposite of a relief. i can imagine his family being excited that hes growing into a man and stuff and, honestly anything that makes his family proud has got to feel like getting shot in a way.

kitkat i feel like could also easily be transfem but i dont know that its because he comes off as someone who has a lot of insecurity to grapple with

kitkat is michaels' extremely social neighbor and childhood friend, hes friends with everyone, he loves to be involved in everyones drama but its because he wants to be supportive and help everyone live their best lives. kitkat finds out michaels has a crush on someone as soon as he enters the story and makes it his lifes mission to help, but michaels wont tell him who his crush is on so he goes from thinking its a girl called maddie (because michaels lies about it), pestering her about it so bad that michaels has to admit he lied but then refuses to say who the real person is, to i think he either figures it must be either him or loren (i forget, it may very well be both at different points) and switching full gear into helping him accept his sexuality (he finds out the truth near the end and i forget how he responds to that ill have to read the script again)

meanwhile the entire time its painfully obvious that kitkat is so obsessed with this because he definitely has feelings for michaels himself

and i think i have it as basically canon that once michaels moves on from his teacher crush and settles he realizes he has feelings for kitkat as well and they reunite after a couple years after michaels' family moves him to italy or something for boarding school + maybe uni idk (this is mostly for semi plot reasons in a different story but its also definitely a punishment for spending too much time with the local out and proud gay troublemaker loren)

anyway i think it could easily be that they meet again as women, or one is already transitioned and influences the other to or whatever

i think honestly they could be EITHER bi or lesbians like i think when i look back on it their confused feelings about liking each other/liking unobtainable men isnt specifically about liking MEN its about being queer in general so theres no real conflict there

something i went through as well where i had a big phase of everyone thinking im a lesbian and trying to be like "its okay if you are", just for me to turn out to be trans and gay (for men only)

winter is kind of a weird story, one that ive played with a bit before and i bring her up because i think she can be kind of a counter to my "theres no telltale signs of a transmasc egg" thing and it illustrates that transmasc eggs are harder to predict rather than theres just no signs

winter is the fujo queen, her main thing in the story is being a stalker fujoshi who harasses the boys specifically because theyre gay and even makes them kiss for her blog at one point she was originally a hateful caricature of a fandom girl back when she was created in like 2010 but now shes good and we like her okay, i know from what i just said it seems like a stretch but she is

her heart is basically never in the right place but i think winter has a lot of value as a representative of this kind of person, on some level i WAS her when i was younger, yknow shes 15, and she is weird because this kind of character could really go ANYWHERE as an adult, where we currently have her she is one of those fujoshi girls that is 100% using yaoi as an exploration of her own queerness. as the story progresses she starts hanging out with a girl i mentioned earlier named maddie and this part is not super developed but theyre supposed to team up while having completely different motivations and struggling to understand where the other is coming from, thus gaining an interest in each other through mutual curiosity and eventually dating

maddie is already an out lesbian, shes actually mostly present in the story as lukas' (lorens love interest) best friend and they bonded through both being out of state queer kids

i lost the picture but ive already drawn a more progressed winter where she started dropping a lot of her femininity but i dont know if she was going to become more just butch or nonbinary or actually transition but theres SOMETHING going on with her, i think it depends on how much she relates to the yaoi stuff that shes so obsessed with, is it all just about the idealized freedom of sexuality? does she want to BE the yaoi? i dont know, im not sure which one i like best

all i know is that if she DID transition maddie would not transition with her like michaels and kitkat they would probably just be friends

edit: forgot to say what i said on discord which is that i thought id be hesitant to have winter transition because then wed have no fujoshi representation but i realized kitkat could 100% take over as fujo queen

[scarfpostings]

oh you’re getting a whole essay post for this,

im insane.. ramble time!

ignore my spelling and grammar im typing faster then i can think

im a full believer if Oliver waited he would’ve gotten Felix, a fucked up 2000s homoerotic “we’re not gay”way but nonetheless… I’ve thought about this for a while debating with myself wether their relationship would work and it would but in the most fucked way. however it works for them. they remind me ALOT of queer relationships or a queer persons crush on a close friend that both people are putting themselves out there for each other with obvious intentions for the other person but the other wont give in and make a clear move on them. it’s like a continuous cycle of lowkey flirting and comfortableness leaving both of them going “wtf are we”. cough from past experiences. Inbelieve Felix is the king of this tbh at least with Oliver. their whole relationship would be painfully drawn out and i still don’t know for how long but WHATEVER! (both Farliegh and Venetia clocked their asses and let the drama play out, it got to a point where they’d make comments like “get a room!” “just kiss already jfc.” but Felix brushes them off). while i believe Felix has to constantly prove his masculinity, to a certain extent(given the time period), he’s lazy and is relatively supportive, so with this he doesn’t think being gay is wrong however his actions towards Oliver are always subtle and would stay this way for a WHILE he would never willingly go up to another man or Oliver in this point in time and idk confess or kiss him directly in a way. it would have to be cheeky or in “this isn’t gay what r u talking about he’s just my best friend”. Oliver most likely would have to confess and get him to fess up his own feelings because Oliver was sick of Felix’s bs. But not because of homophobia, his whole family is queer in some way lets be real.. but in a weird repressed way of im self aware of this but im to much of a pussy to do anything about it because this is new and it takes actual work. throughout the movie we see how felix is careless with women and they just throw themselves at him because he’s hot so he would have to learn to not be sooo…yeah. But again he also does these cheeky things around oliver and it drives oliver fucking crazy, but given the time oliver indulges and probably gives the same energy back nothing lasts forever so oliver savors their fucked up game of gay chicken situationship version. eventually felix caves and puts in the work and isn’t shitty to Oliver but that’s for later…

Oliver’s basic love languages are probably words of affirmation and quality time but it obviously it deeper then that for him because he’s a little silly! he’ll take any time with Felix and cherish it deeply and probably being called negative things so much he probably likes being called smart, or the nickname Felix gave him or general praise that he’s given it lets him now his emotional significance to someone and he feels appreciated depending on who it’s from

Felix’s is also quality time and touch, honestly he enjoys all of them he’s an attention whore but mostly quality time, he’s always around his family no matter what and surrounds himself with people constantly even if it’s just him and a friend (Oliver) in his dorm. Felix is like a dog, they both are like dogs but in different ways. But Felix very much is always on someone, leaning on Oliver having his arm around him, laying across his sister and cousins lap on the couch, a quick man hug with his father he loves it all pats on the back literally you name it, and this is also implied? shown? in the film he’s constantly all over Oliver and his family it just makes sense.

Oliver love’s Felix he’s obsessed with him we know this, but he’s fixated on his hands when they are near each other he would always find a way to be holding onto his hand and felix would play into this he also knows it's a comfort thing for Oliver (it wasn’t at first Oliver was testing the waters because Felix’s always touched him?? if they’re so comfortable he can be bold and touch Felix back, in relaxed comfortable close contact situations ofc) if he's busy he'll place one of his hands near oliver so oliver still finds a way to be touching felix even if he doesn't have his full attention and oliver absolutely loves messing with his hands, like tracing them and running his own hands along them messing with a ring or two or the millions of bracelets he stacks on each wrists...this would happen while watching movies, when they’re alone together messing around drunk or bored or lounging out in the courtyards of saltburn.

Felix however is more visual and this comes as a surprise because it seems like the opposite for both people, Felix is always in someones personal space while Oliver will yearn and give longing stares. but hey, they both do it and im expanding on what wasn’t shown in the movie so shhh. Felix likes seeing the way oliver reacts simply from his looks because he’s too caught up in the moment to see reactions when he’s all over him. Felix is secretly obsessed with finding micro expressions through how Oliver reacts when he’s caught staring or is thrown a holy shit look at them judgmental look. it might be because of how entrancing Oliver’s eyes are and he’s weak to them but that’s a secret.. This compares to Oliver when he just yearns when looking, he’s also extremely observant so he’s seen everything he puts his mind to however this is something Felix subconsciously did once and then put effort into ever since..

they both love partying together, Oliver had to warm up to it but when he can ignore everyone else and just be in Felix’s attention he glows. they both would dress so slutty (for the girls attention.. totally, like how men paint their nails or whatever for the written by a woman bs on tiktok currently) they would definitely dance together the whole time when given the chance during the beginning of their friendship Oliver stayed behind snd sulked because he had to watch Felix socialize but after a while into their friendship and a few drinks Oliver will loosen up and mostly join Felix before some girl can (hashtag boywin). because it's felix's thing he would make it a point to bring oliver to all of his favorite clubs and introduce him to to raves (thanks to Venetia’s help). he would teach oliver everything he needs to know and open him up to a whole new world of psychedelics and possibilities out of pure enjoyment for the both of them. until oliver starts to love going out partying with felix weekly, like it's their own special thing. because they both love the adrenaline it gives them and being able to do it together. taking a tab of acid or smoking some weed. Felix and Farleigh taught Oliver how to smoke properly.. he probably got made fun of for coughing to much when he tried to toughen it out (by farls). they definitely did bodyshots at one point when they were absolutely GONE (for the girl’s attention ofc..) and shotgunning or lightning cigarettes by joining the butts together was also a reoccurring thing. occasional private smoke seshes and in public with a needed smoke break…

alot of these are also brainstormed with my friend credit to him we’re like evil geniuses I also have so many more and i can go in depth but i have to find them and write them down…

my true goal as a Saltburn Tumblr (tm) poster is to get every single user who is interested in cattonquick and felix and Oliver on this app to tell me all of their head cannons❤️

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

nsfw massage therapist!steve hcs

A/N: this super old, but used to be pretty popular. I genuinely thought it was lost, but I somehow found the doc again.

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So, your mom was meant to go to the new spa that just opened up in Hawkins, but at the last minute, something came up, and her being the darling mom that she is (aka it was too late to get the money back) she let you go and enjoy it. 

“Okay let’s get started on your massage. Would it be alright if I lower your towel a bit?”

“Steve? You work here?”

“Y/n? I-, um, y-yeah.”

“Since when?”

“Since the beginning of the summer. Pays a lot better than the place I worked last year.”

“I’m sorry, but how did you get this job? Is the real masseuse out sick or something?”

“No, they make you take a few courses when you first start here. So, if it’s my capability you’re worried about, don’t be.”

The dude you had had a crush on for years worked at the spa.

Not only working there, he was the one actively gliding his palms all over your back.

At some point, he started talking to you, as if he just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Just the kind of talking you have with a friend you haven’t seen in a long time. 

It was nice. Honestly helped you relax more than the touching.

You didn’t really notice the fact that this all (of course) was turning you on till he started massaging your legs. 

It felt like falling asleep. Slowly and then all at once. 

the way that his fingers dug into your thighs, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering…

what if his fingers moved up, just a little higher and dug into something else?

oh fuck

he could probably smell it on you

could he? 

This was Steve Harrington. He knew the smell of a pussy happy to see him.

if he made you roll around, never mind your flushed face, he would 100% be able to see your nipples even through the thick towel.

But, sadly, he didn’t do anything. Only his job.

“Um, thank you, Steve,” you said once the massage was over, now fully covered in a way too big bathrobe, “gotta say, I didn’t think you’d be that good.”

He didn’t answer right away, just stood there staring at you.

“What are you doing tonight?” he breathed out, not taking his eyes off of you for a second.

“I don’t know… what am I doing?”

“Hanging out with me?”

“Hanging out? Like a…”

“a date? Yeah.”

On the date, you were all amped up, your brain still foggy from the memory of his hands on your body, so you were constantly on that edge like is he gonna just dick me down now? Like, I know that we’re talking about puppies right now, but is he though?

But alas, he didn’t. 

But he did kiss you…

The kind of kiss that had you floating for days

Floating right into the spa again to get another massage from him.

Did you just come for that dick? 

Yes.

Yes, you did.

You were a woman on a mission!

And that mission was to get dicked down in the spa.

Now, he wasn’t blind

He could tell from the moment you stepped in the door what you were on about.

But he played along, acted all surprised to see you and asked you to lay down. 

Before he could walk out of the room to give you the privacy to get situated on the table, you dropped the robe and with a playful grin, you skipped past him and onto the table.

It knocked the air clean out of him

but still, he just let out a stunned, breathy laugh and got to work. 

“Hey, could you move a little lower?” you asked as he was already halfway down your back, working the roots of his hands into your oiled up body. 

“Here?” he moved down to the small of your back, digging in his thumbs.

“Little lower…” you drew out, practically purring. 

“Here?” he went as low on your back as the small towel across your bottom would let him. 

Turning your head, you blinked up at him, slowly making him rip his eyes off of your skin. 

“Steve...” your eyes flickered down to see the painfully obvious tent in the grey sweatpants of his uniform. 

“Mhm?”

“You’re not gonna reach it with the towel still there…”

“you’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” is all he muttered through his bright grin before tossing the towel off in who knows what direction and going to town on your ass.

Massaging it, that is…

Arching your back, pushing into his hold, you groaned, “please…”

He was teasing you like this on purpose. 

Going just close enough to make you stop breathing and then easing back. 

“Steve… please stop teasin-“ your warning was cut short when the pad of his thumb brushed through your leaking slit, playing with the wetness.

“Is this where you’re sore, huh?” your thighs were already parted enough for his fingers to disappear between them, finding your angry clit. 

“Yes…”

Tickling your dripping opening, he asked, “right here?” before, without issue, stuffing his thick fingers knuckle deep inside of you. 

“Oh my god, yes!”

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[lollytea]

do you think everyone else in the hexsquad knows about Hunter's crush on Willow? and/or vice versa, maybe? even that there's something happening but it's a slow and tentative thing that they shouldn't push or meddle in? like Hunter is valiantly trying not to be painfully flustered and obvious around the others while Willow seems to be making some attempt to be subtle and deliberate about when she does The Flirts and i'm curious how much either of them they're succeeding

I've been thinking about it and I believe the most logical conclusion based on what we know from Thanks to Them is that they all know to some extent but their level of knowledge varies depending on the person. But one tidbit that they are all very aware of is Hunter's painfully obvious crush on Willow. They're just. Politely ignoring it.

Because like. I think if this was a thing they knew and made their business, Thanks of Them would have at least given one example of them giving him looks or making some comment alluding to it. There's none of that. Which could mean that none of them actually know. But...c'mon...

Like how the fuck is he hiding this? Realistically speaking. He goes bright red when Willow does anything. There is no way he's been doing that for months with not a single person noticing.

So I figure that while Willow's feeling might be a little more subtle and not everybody is entirely certain of them, one thing they can all agree on is Hunter.

I imagine that it's kinda similar to Willow and Gus's reaction when lumity was developing. Like they knew but they let Luz and Amity figure it out for themselves rather than get involved.

Vee would absolutely clock Hunter as a hopeless girl liker immediately. Like she's been having a pleasantly slice-of-life teenage experience these last few months while her sister has been fighting for her life. Vee hangs around with her average teen friends, she watches TV, she's sniffed around online. Vee sees like twelve stupid crushing teenage boys on her morning route to the supermarket alone. Like she knows the drill.

I also kinda like the thought that she knows about Willow's crush too. Their friendship in Thanks to Them is so cute so I really like to headcanon they often hang out when Lumity and the Menace Brothers are off doing their own thing. So they're having giggly little private talks and idk brushing each others hair or whatever. So Vee knows about Willow's feelings because Willow told her. Like she's gotta be a gushing teenage girl about Hunter to somebody and honestly I can't think of a more perfect candidate than Vee.

It would be cute if Vee was the reason Willow really started stepping up her flirting game. Like she thinks Hunter might like her but she's still not certain, and Vee offers her opinion that he most definitely does. With that certainty in mind, Willow gets a little bolder in how she approaches her interactions with him and eventually starts to pick up that Vee was right. He is absolutely reciprocating. It's simply a matter of waiting until he's ready to flirt back.

Love to think that Gus cares the least about this shit but he's also cursed to be the most perceptive of the group. Labyrinth Runners reveals that he's very good at reading even the subtler emotions of both Hunter and Willow. So neither of them told him but he's known since the day they fucking met. He actually caught on to Willow's strange shift in behavior first during the events of ASIAS and it wasn't until he became more familiar with Hunter better that he realized it was mutual.

But like. He doesn't really care. It doesn't bother him really but he's not exactly bursting with excitement over it. He figures if he just leaves them to it, they'll eventually sort out what they are to each other. That's what happened with Luz and Amity anyway.

I feel like he would never make a big deal about it. But based on "You wanna borrow my library card to visit Amity, don't you?" being his way to saying he knew that lumity had something going on, he'd definitely just drop it in casual conversation. Which scares the absolute shit out of Hunter. Like

"Hey Hunter, Camila's got groceries in the trunk. Help us bring them in."

"Oh sure, no problem."

"But please don't do that thing where you try to carry four bags at once. It never ends well."

"That was one time!"

"Yeah and Willow's already out there so there's bound to be a second time. Your crush on her makes you do stupid stuff."

"MY WHA T????"

So yeah Gus doesn't bring it up often. But whenever he does, it startles Hunter terribly. Based on the whole lumity cookbook thing, he's nice enough that he'd try to help every now and again. He's not exactly good at it. And he doesn't do much. But he helps. And Hunter is already at a complete loss on what to do so he'll just blindly follow whatever advice Gus gives him. This leads to him gifting Willow a cookie tin of dirt. (She liked it so Hunter has not disowned Gus as his wingman just yet.)

When it comes to Willow, it'd be post ASIAS-pre LR where they'd just be at school, eating lunch and Willow is glued to her scroll.

"Are you all smiley and giggly because you're texting the Golden Guard?" Gus asks boredly.

Willow looks up, surprised. Then she smirks. "And if I am?"

"I'm not gonna say anything but I'm gonna be pretty "Hmmm" about it."

Willow just laughs. "What if I said he was cute."

"Girl..."

But now that Gus and Hunter are besties, he is also equipped to help Willow along. Of course, Willow doesn't exactly need help. She's actually doing perfectly fine on her own. But yknow he'll occasionally feed her information. Like "Okay okay there's this one line from Cosmic Frontier. Write this down, it's like--I said write it down. It's like his weakness. He's quoted it a billion times today alone. If you say it, I promise you he'll swoon. Trust me on this."

Hunter did swoon so Gus has not lost Willow's wingman privileges either.

Amity is just not very observant to others' feelings a lot of the time unless they make them explicitly obvious. I feel like this is especially true with Willow who she loves but doesn't always have the best read on. Like Amity was completely oblivious to Willow's frustration with her in LR so it's safe to say she doesn't really understand her inside and out. And that's fine, she needs some time to get to know the real Willow. So yeah she wouldn't really notice that Willow has a crush on Hunter unless it is point blank explained to her.

It also never even crosses her mind that Willow could possibly be attracted to Hunter. That anybody could be attracted to Hunter. Because frankly Hunter is the most romantically unappealing creature Amity has ever beholded. And she does not mean that in a mean way. It is simply fact. So the eyes she's giving Willow during the cosplay scene is just complete bewilderment because she cannot comprehend why Willow is encouraging this.

Like girl, she wants to smooch his stupid face. Keep up.

But there is no discernable way Amity does not see herself in Hunter. He is tomatoing all over the place. Like it doesn't matter now unobservant she is. This shit is impossible to miss. But quite honestly, I think Amity understanding what he's going through would lead to her not saying a word about it. Like he's clearly still in the very emotionally muddled stage. He's figuring out what he's feeling. He's coming to terms with it. So maybe he'd like to get a better understanding of it before his friends are pressuring him into making a move/confessing. And she gets that it's a very vulnerable way to feel. Sometimes you want to feel like you have some privacy over your emotions, even when you know you're very bad at hiding them. It's not Hunter's fault he's prone to blushing and displaying his crush for the world to see. But he has a right to keep it to himself until he's ready to talk about it. Amity respects that.

When it comes to Luz, I originally saw it as her being too focused on returning to the Boiling Isles to notice that something was developing. But after Thanks to Them, I see it differently. Over these last few months, Luz and Hunter have had this secret bubble between the two of them that nobody else knows about. Obviously they know about the Philip and grimwalker stuff but I could easily imagine the two of them slipping into this relationship where they just spill the beans of all the dark ugly and confusing emotions that they don't feel comfortable telling anyone else about.

Having a crush is definitely a lot more lighthearted than the stuff they usually talk about but it's Hunter's first crush so it makes him feel very vulnerable and weird. And if he's gonna vocalize that unfamiliar feeling to anyone, it would be Luz.

And I know Luz is a hopeless romantic. I know. Buuuut. I like to think that being around Eda and Raine for a short period of time really opened her eyes to the fact that romance can be...complicated? Difficult? Messy? Basically, just not as shiny and bubbly as she used to think it was. As such, Luz does not jump at the opportunity to pair Hunter and Willow up. Season 1-season 2A Luz might have. But she is not the same girl. Her view on romantic love is a little more nuanced. Sometimes it's something you have to be careful with. So she doesn't push it. Like Amity, Luz deduces that Hunter needs a little time to process what he's feeling before he goes diving into the next stage. So she gives him space to do that. In the meantime, she's here if he wants a void to yell into about it.

All that being said, Luz would occasionally tease him about it now and again.

When it comes to Willow's feelings, I feel like Luz has tried to subtly suss them out on Hunter's behalf but it's....difficult. Not because Willow is subtle about it but because Luz and Willow's feelings for Hunter kinda overlap into something very unclear.

Willow and Luz both have that sapphic girl tendency where they are deeply fascinated with the same soggy piece of bread of a guy. They want to study him under a microscope. They want to put him in an enclosure filled with strange objects that he doesn't understand and observe his behavior through the security camera. The only difference is that Willow mostly behaves this way because she thinks he's boyfriend material, while Luz just sees him as her most beloved moth eaten stuffed animal.

But because Willow's enthusiasm and support of Hunter is so similar to her own, Luz has a hard time coming to a conclusion on if Willow's feelings have branched out into the romantic direction.

Because like Willow will say shit like "Hunter is so cute <3"

And Luz responds. "Yeah. He reminds me of one of the feral possums we kept finding in the shack."

"I want to kiss him." She'll sigh absentmindedly.

And Luz has to internally debate this for over ten minutes because she also wants to kiss Hunter. On the forehead. Because she's always wanted to kiss a feral possum on the forehead. So she is forced to concede that she has no fucking idea what Willow feels, despite the fact that Willow could not be any more obvious if she tried.

[laismoura-art]

I'll be honest, when she was absorbed, all I felt was the comedic potential. And I mean this in the most heartfelt way possible!

Just imagine!

First of all! You do realise this literally means one day Sindel's face will pop in Ermac's head?? Like, this is not even a speculation or headcanon, it WILL HAPPEN!

Mileena: Hey Ermac, can I talk to my dad? I need his wisdom.

Ermac:

Kitana: uh, Ermac? Can you hear us?

Ermac:

Mileena: ugh! HELLOOO! Honestly this--

Sindel faced Ermac: Hello, my daughters :D

Kitana & Mileena:

And it just gets better cause we can tell Jerrod is the soft parent while Sindel handles all the scolding! Imagine one day Mileena and Jerrod have sort of an disagreement cause "I know you're wise, dad, but I'm an adult AND a literal empress" and then Sindel just asks him to step aside and on that exact moment, Mileena already knows she's royally SCREWED!

Jerrod: Your mom will talk to you

Mileena, already bracing for impact: Oh, by Delia!

Sindel faced Ermac: MILEENA OF EDENIA! YOU BETTER LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER OR SO HELP ME!

Mileena, on the verge of tears: Yes mom!

And lastly: imagine whenever Sindel flirts with Jerrod, Ermacs stands still cause Jerrod is certainly NOT focusing on the outside world!

Kitana: Is dad ok?

Mileena: I dunno. Maybe he's talking to someone inside?

Ermac: *blushes*

Kitana: NOOO! Mom is flirting!

Mileena: GROOOSS!!!

These two would be a menace to their daughters, as they SHOULD!🤭💜❤️

Now regarding Raiden:

I'll be honest, before Subscorprumi, I didn't put too much thought into polycule either.

But the mere thought of this being THE ULTIMATE form of happiness for all, like, everybody is together, everybody is happy, no sacrifices, no heartbreak, just these three people enjoying each other the way they wish, had me DIVING IN!

I am not so familiar with how it actually works, but I'm not familiar with how romance works either... like, at all!

But I believe a good romance is all about a good friendship!

Personally, I write Subscorprumi as three good friends! Sometimes two of them will join in to pamper the third one (or to tease🤭), sometimes two of them will hear the third one had a bad experience with some people and one will go "names! I want names!" While the other is already off to get weapons!

I also love the idea of a pré established couple taking a third person into their relationship (usually I go for Kuairumi taking Hanzo in, but the classic Hanrumi takes Kuai in and teaches Mr. "Love only causes pain" the true meaning of love!)

And I can TOTALLY see Jerrod and Sindel (do they have a ship name) pulling Raiden into their polycule!

If he's only in love with Sindel, I can see the three of them sitting down over tea and discussing the dynamics of their relationship.

You can even make it very light-hearted, with Sindel and Jerrod teasing Raiden on how painfully obvious he was about his crush!

I also love when these relationships evolve and the person who was only dating 1 half of the couple starts to fall for the other half!

You can even make Raiden confess he's in love with Jerrod to Sindel and she goes "Bout damn time! I'll help you court him!"

Trouples are so much fun! If you choose to dive into this one, I promise you'll have some serious good time!❤️💜💙

Regarding the bodyguards: SAME GIRLS!!😂😂

And regarding Shao: Exactly! The way it is, the dynamic is just too messed up! And definitely worse given what they did to Kitana! Real Sindel would NEVEEEER!😤

[happyyyandcrazyyy]

fake boyfriend (ricky bowen x reader)

summary: in which (y/n) asks ricky to pretend to be her boyfriend and that makes hidden feelings slip out. 

prompt: “can you pretend to be my boyfriend? it’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

extra pairing: luke patterson x platonic!reader

warnings: underage drinking, kissing(?)

gif’s not mine.

This is what I get for lying, (Y/N) thought to herself as she scrambled around the party desperately looking for her best friend.

She walked past a couple making out in the corner of the living room, nose scrunching up in disgust as she got a glimpse of the sloppy kiss. It was loud, music blasting at full volume and voices that could barely be heard over the thumping of the base (she wondered if the neighbors would complain about that). A cheer erupted from the kitchen and she turned her head around to see two girls celebrating they’d gotten the little white ball inside the red cup, they were close to winning the round of cup pong. (Y/N) bumped past dancing teenagers, apologizing halfheartedly. She held a red cup in her hand, carefully raising it over her head as she moved past people, trying her best not to spill the content. She wished she could just sit back and enjoy her drink, instead she found herself avoiding Bobby Wilson.

At the distance she saw Luke Patterson, her childhood best friend, talking to Julie Molina.

She smirked as she watched them interact. They were unbelievably adorable. (Y/N) knew Luke had the biggest crush on Julie, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself. She knew Luke like the back of her hand and his adoration for the younger girl was evident in the way he spoke about her and how absolutely smitten he looked at the moment.

Feeling eyes on him Luke turned around to meet her eyes. She glared at him, half playful, half serious. All it took was a single look of her face to notice the slight annoyance and Luke immediately knew the reason behind it. The idiot had the audacity of chuckling.

This was all his fault and he was laughing.

Such an ass, honestly.

She rolled her eyes and cursed him in her mind, flipping him off as she did. He responded with a smirk. She wasn’t truly mad, over the years she’d come to learn and accept that she could never be truly upset at Luke, and he was well aware of that.

Luke didn’t feel particularly guilty. When he’d suggested introducing (Y/N) to his band mates he’d done it without ulterior motives (she would counter that he’d known about Bobby’s crush on her and was therefore responsible for her current situation, he would shot back that she’d been the one to lie).

Truth to be told (Y/N) had been pretty excited when Luke had suggested that she meet his friends. She’d known Patterson since they’d both been in diapers, they’d grown up together and there wasn’t a moment of her life that she couldn’t remember him being around, but attending different schools meant that they had different groups of friends. Now, that was cool and all (after all, Luke was like that annoying little brother that you just can’t shake off and she was certain that if they’d had the same friends they both would’ve exploded) but lately he’d been talking a lot about his new band, Sunset Curve, and she’d been dying to meet them. She wondered if they would have embarrassing stories about Luke which she could use to tease him.

They were all incredible people. Alex was incredibly sweet and sassy, Reggie was incredibly funny and Bobby had an incredibly evident crush on her. It was so obvious it was almost painfully uncomfortable. Luke would later let her know that Bobby had been asking about her ever since he’d seen the picture of them together at (Y/N)’s mom’s wedding.

Now, (Y/N) liked Bobby just fine— he was a nice guy, much like Alex and Reggie —but she wasn’t interested in him in a romantic way. She had told him that, trying to let him down as gently as possible, but he seemed fixed on the idea that he could make her change her mind.

Being absolutely done with his shameless flirting she had resorted to her last option: lying. And not only did she lie but she did it like a pro, slowly introducing the idea that she was seeing someone before, weeks later, announcing that she now officially had a boyfriend.

Luke had snorted, she had elbowed him hard in the gut and Bobby had finally backed off.

She never expected to be forced to introduce her invisible and completely nonexistent boyfriend to Luke’s friend. But EJ’s parents were out of town and he’d asked Alex if Sunset Curve could play for his birthday and when people from both East High and Los Feliz had heard the band was playing a massive party had been formed. Bobby had jumped at the opportunity of meeting her boyfriend in this gigantic get together, she had given him a tight lipped smile and a nod and Luke had smirked at her discomfort.

She hadn’t panicked much at first, at the end of the day she could just tell him that her ‘boyfriend’ was sick and wouldn’t be able to make it. Well, that possibility had gone out of the window the moment Luke decided to open his big mouth.

“Oh, he’ll be here,” Luke had informed Bobby as they got ready to go onstage, ignoring the glare (Y/N) sent his way and (somehow) managing to not flinch when she pinched him in the arm in an attempt to make him shut up. “He texted me, said he wouldn’t miss it.”

It was payback. She’d eaten his favorite cookies two days prior (even when he’d called dibs on them and tried to hide them at the back of the cupboard) and now she was paying for it.

In the midst of panicking an idea had popped into her head; she just needed someone to be her fake boyfriend for the night. 

Brilliant plan, if she said so herself. 

So now here she was after Sunset Curve’s performance, looking for the only person in the world that could pull off the ‘fake boyfriend’ role; Ricky Bowen.

(Y/N) had met Ricky while skateboarding. He’d stepped on her way as she was performing a trick, causing her to fall down and scrape her knees and hands in the process. She’d risen from the floor, eyes filled with rage, ready to exchange some words with the guy, but the apologetic look in his face had made the annoyance leave her body immediately. He’d offered to patch her up and later bought her an ice cream and they’d found themselves talking until the sun came down and she received a call from her mom urging her to come home. They’d been close friends ever since. She’d been through ups and downs with him; from Nini’s breakup and his whole attempt to get her back (which had ultimately failed as they both realized they were much better as friends than as a couple) to his parent’s divorce. Ricky trusted (Y/N) more than he trusted anyone else, even Big Red, and he knew her inside out; he knew she liked to cuddle while watching movies and that she hated mixing sweet and sour, he knew she danced around in her room whenever she was feeling sad and that she was actually much more sensible that she let on. It was only natural that (Y/N)’s mind immediately drifted to Ricky Bowen (as it always did), there was no one who would be able to pull off the fake boyfriend role other than him. 

She finally spotted him at the distance and she felt her shoulder relax. Then, from her sideways vision she saw Bobby Wilson making his way around the room, eyes darting around as if looking for someone. (Y/N) ducked her head and quickly made her way towards her friend. 

“Hi, Gina,” (Y/N) greeted the younger girl who was making small conversation with Ricky. The girl nodded her head and sent a smile her way as a response, opening her mouth to ask (Y/N) why she looked so out of breath before being interrupted. “I’m taking him with me for a while, hope you don’t mind.” (Y/N) grabbed Ricky by the elbow and started walking away. The older boy looked confused, eyebrows furring but he allowed his friend to pull him away. 

“Bye, Gina!” she sent over her shoulder, words barely hearable over the loud music. 

Gina only chuckled and sent a wave their way, always amused by (Y/N)’s vibrant personality. 

(Y/N) kept on walking until she found a spot far away from the music and the people. She turned around and gave Ricky a smile, the same one she always gave him when she needed something from him. 

“What do you want?” he asked as he looked down at her, voice teasing.

He knew her too well. 

“Can you pretend to be my boyfriend? It’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

It was quite obvious that the brown haired guy wasn’t expecting those words to fall from her mouth because his eyes became wide and he coughed out the drink on his mouth. 

“Are you drunk?” 

“Not even slightly tipsy.” 

(Although she kind of wished she was.)

“Oh, you’re serious,” Ricky realized as he examined her face to look for any sort of indication that she was joking but she simply started expectantly back at him.

“Deadly,” she replied, stepping forward and grabbing him by the shoulders. “My life depends on this.”

He rolled his eyes, failing to hide the slight upward twitch of his lips at her dramatics. 

“Why would you—” But he was interrupted when (Y/N), who was looking behind his shoulder, exclaimed “He’s coming!”

She looked up at him, slight amusement in her eyes. “You’re an actor, Bowen. I expect nothing but the best performance.”

Maybe he should’ve said no. He had a hard time keeping his feelings in check whenever she was around and now she was asking him to act upon them. But he could never deny her anything and so, even when he was perplexed and truly did not understood the situation, Ricky allowed himself to go along with (Y/N)’s plan. 

He turned around when he heard someone call out, “(Y/N)! There you are! I’ve been looking around for you.”

Ricky wasn’t able to ignore the giddy feeling in his chest when her hand linked with his and she leaned into his side. He wasn’t able to ignore how he felt his heart flutter, either. It was truly appalling, really, that (Y/N) hadn’t realized yet just how much he cared for her. He thought he was fairly obvious. 

“Hey, Bobby,” she replied with enthusiasm but Ricky could hear beyond the superficial tone. Whoever this dude was, (Y/N) was truly exasperated with him. 

“You must be the boyfriend,” Bobby said as he finally turned to acknowledge Ricky.

Ricky didn’t miss the way he sneered a little when he pronounced the last word. It vexed him in a way it probably shouldn’t have.  

“I am,” he replied, offering a forced smile. 

Sensing the tense environment (Y/N) spoke up once more. 

“Bobby, this is Ricky Bowen, my boyfriend as you already know,” and there was no ounce of hesitation in the way she introduced him. He couldn’t help but smile, even if it wasn’t real. She turned towards him. “Ricky, this is Bobby Wilson, he’s one of Luke’s bandmates.”

Ricky watched the way this guy looked her up and down quickly before finally turning to look at him.

“Nice to meet you, man.”

He pressed his lips together, ignoring the way he felt his chest tightened by the way Bobby looked at his girl.  

Ricky let go of (Y/N)’s hand and hugged her around her shoulder, pressing her close to her side. She hid her confusion and immediately wrapped her arm around his waist, comfortably leaning her head in his chest. (Y/N) wondered if he had always felt this warm, if his touch had always been this calming. Maybe she’d never realized it before because she’d always maintained a certain distance from Ricky, strictly friends and just that. This act was making things crumble down slowly. She ignored the way her heart raced when he started rubbing his hand up and down his shoulder. Maybe she should’ve asked EJ to pretend to be her boyfriend, at least then she wouldn’t have been toying around with her own feelings. 

“Yeah, you too,” Ricky finally responded. 

(Y/N) reckoned they couldn’t have sounded less sincere even if they tried. 

She looked up at him, trying to see if she could catch a glimpse of what he was feeling in his eyes and Ricky’s face immediately softened. 

Bobby watched the interchange with confusion. He had been certain that (Y/N)’s boyfriend wasn’t real, that he was something she had created to make him back off. And he planned on backing off completely, but not before getting her to admit that she did not actually have a boyfriend. But now, watching the ease in which the couple acted with one another, catching the glimpse of protectiveness in her boyfriend’s eyes and how she seemed to soften with his touch, he wondered if perhaps the relationship was true and he’d been wrong. 

The Sunset Curve boy decided to test it out. 

“So, how long have you guys been dating?” he asked, trying to play it out as if he was just curious and not trying to catch them in a lie. 

“A month,” they replied simultaneously, finally looking away from each other. They were so in sync with their reply that it would’ve been impossible to know that they’d just been lucky they’d said the exact same thing. Maybe it’d been just that, luck, or perhaps they were so in tune with each other that they’d managed to catch a sense of the other’s thoughts. 

“And how did you meet?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, catching on what he was trying to do.

“I told you, Bobby. We met while skateboarding,” she responded, fingers absentmindedly playing with the lower part of Ricky’s sweater. 

“Oh, yeah. That’s true. He made you fall right?” The condescending tone he used made Ricky’s blood boil and it was almost as if (Y/N) could sense him losing his temper because she moved in front of him, resting her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her waist. It was a way to calm him down but also a strategical move to place herself between the both of them to prevent anyone from throwing punches. He took a deep breath and took a reign on his emotions. Ricky wasn’t quite sure why he was so utterly and completely enraged by this dude’s presence. Perhaps it had something to do with the way Bobby looked at (Y/N) or the tone he used. Either way it irked him beyond belief.

“I did,” he responded smoothly, eyes never leaving Bobby’s as his hand went up to tuck a piece of (Y/N)’s hair behind her ear. “But I bought her ice cream after that.”

(Y/N) turned her head to look up at him and she offered him a kind smile, the ones that always made Ricky’s heart speed up. “That you did, and all was forgiven.” And it wasn’t until that moment, as she looked into his brown eyes that she realized something. Every time she’d spoken about this nonexistent, very false boyfriend to the Sunset Curve boys she’d unconsciously used her memories with Ricky. She didn’t have time to even wonder what that meant because soon enough Bobby was asking yet another question. 

It was obvious that Ricky was getting annoyed by how Bobby seemed to be questioning their relationship, which of course was fake but still. It irritated him that this guy wouldn’t let (Y/N) and him alone.

His grip of (Y/N)’s waist tightened just enough for her to know that he was getting winded up and she was about to cut Bobby off when Luke appeared from behind the boy, patting him in the back. 

“Hey, Bobby! I see you met the boyfriend.” He had a look of delight in his eyes, as if watching his childhood best friend in this situation amused him. She sent him a discreet evil glare and he just winked back.  

Luke nodded at Ricky, “Bowen.”

“Patterson,” he replied before fistbumping him. 

Bobby’s face fell as the confirmation of the veracity of their relationship appeared in the form of the lead singer of his band.

“You better be treating her right,” Luke told Ricky. With the tone he used it might’ve sounded as if he was joking, but (Y/N) caught the glint of protectiveness in his eyes. He did know they were only pretending to be dating, right?

(Perhaps, Luke saw more to the relationship than either of them did.)

“Always,” was Ricky’s reply as he squeezed her hand softly.   

She tried to pretend she didn’t blush when she heard those words. She’d told him to deliver a great performance and that was exactly what he was doing, nothing more than that. 

Content with the response, Luke turned his attention to his friend, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone, shall we?” And with that he steered Bobby away from the couple. 

As soon as they were left alone both of them relaxed immediately, shoulders dropping. 

(Y/N) turned around in his arms. They were close, close enough that if she were to stand on her tippy toes and raise her chin their lips would’ve touched. She should’ve felt somewhat awkward, she had never been this close to him before and her heart felt like it was ready to burst out of her chest, but there was nothing but serenity. Even his hands around her waist felt right. 

“Thank you,” she whispered to him, smiling softly. “I owe you.”

He shook his head, softly replying, “You don’t owe me anything, bubs. I know you’d do the same for me.”

She would have. She would’ve done anything for him, really. 

“Wanna go outside?” she asked him, eyes never once leaving his. 

He nodded, dropping his hold on her waist and offering his hand. She’d never held hand with him before, she realized as she intertwined their fingers together.  Their hands fitted perfectly against each other, it felt as if they were just meant to be together. 

They stepped outside into the cold night, sneaking out of the kitchen, dodging people and laughing at Carlos who was giving his audience a proper show as he danced on the dining table. She shivered and he took of his coat, placing it around her shoulders. She’d gently pushed him with her shoulder as a thank you, sitting down at his side on the stairs by the end of the porch. 

“Are you going to explain or...?” Ricky asked, breaking the silence of the night. From where they sat the music could still be heard, but it was nothing more than background noise to them. They were in their own little bubble, separated from everything that surrounded them. 

(Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes. 

“He’s been trying to get me to go out on a date with him for the longest time,” she said, rubbing her hands together to create some heat. “I told him I wasn’t interested but he wouldn’t listen so I just created this boyfriend to make him back off.”

“Of course you did,” Ricky replied with a laugh. 

(Y/N) turned around to look at him, eyebrows raising in amusement, “Well it worked!”

He shook his head, chuckling, “No, it didn’t. If Patterson hadn’t arrived we would still be in there being grilled about our relationship.”

Our relationship. 

“Fair point.”

They fell into silence again. She kept on rubbing her hands together and so he took them into his hands, warming them up. He’d done that before but for some reason it felt different this time. Maybe it had something to do with the tension that laid in the air between them, maybe today she wasn’t as good at pretending her heart beat only for him. 

“Why didn’t you go out with him?” he asked, looking up from her hands to look at her eyes. 

In that moment (Y/N) wondered if he knew. Perhaps he knew that the reason she’d spent months turning Bobby Wilson down had something to do with the way her heart raced whenever he was around and the way she sometimes dreamed of kissing his lips. She wondered if he knew that she’d tried to keep their relationship as nothing more than a friendship— even when it hurt to see him pining after Nini or kissing someone else’s lips —because she was too scared of losing him, frightened that he wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings.

She opened her mouth but he beat her to it. 

“You like someone else.”

It wasn’t posed as a question but rather a statement. He truly did know her better than anyone else, perhaps even better than Luke did. 

(Y/N) had never lied to Ricky and she didn’t intend on starting now, so she replied with a simple, “Yep.” Then, she took a sip of her red cup and looked away, not offering any sort of extra explanation. 

Ricky tugged her by the elbow, trying to regain her attention as he tried to brush aside the small pain in his chest. 

“Well, that’s— uh— that’s great,” he offered and she only huffed in response. 

“I wouldn’t put it that way.”

He frowned, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

Not being able to deal with the curiosity, he found himself voicing his thoughts, “Why not?” 

She made a sound with her tongue, debating just how much she should tell him. If she had been sober she probably wouldn’t have said one more word, but there was alcohol running through her veins and that tended to make her speak more than she should. 

“It would ruin our friendship,” she replied after a hot minute, not turning around to look at him. 

“You like Luke?!”

She choked on her drink, bursting out laughing. 

“What? No! Gross!” 

She faced him and the serious look on his face only made her laugh more. 

Luke?

God, no. He was like a brother. She’d bathed with him when they were toddlers, watched him eat boogers and chase around insects. She loved him with all her heart but it was purely platonic. 

Once the laughter died down, she turned around to face him once more. Ricky looked like a lost puppy, eyebrows furred and nose scrunched up. It was adorable and she couldn’t help but letting out a mumble, 

“Oh my God, you truly are an idiot.” 

He looked like he was about to protest but she beat him to it this time. She’d been keeping this to herself for a long time and the fear of rejection seemed to evaporate with the alcohol. Many things could go wrong, she could potentially lose his friendship, but she wasn’t an overthinker when tipsy. 

“I like you, dumbass.”

Ricky froze, as if he had expected everything but that. 

He stayed quiet, processing what he had just heard. 

The anxiety started to rise when a minute went by and he still hadn’t said a word. 

“Ricky?” she asked, a tiny bit of fear laced in her voice. 

It seemed as if her words snapped him out of whichever daze he was in. With a stunned look on his face, he managed to speak up, “You do?” He sounded as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah,” she responded in a soft manner. When he didn’t offer any other words and his eyebrows furrowed again she started to ramble, “Look, before you go on and tell me that you don’t like me and we should just stay friends I would like to say that— ”

His lips interrupted her midsentence. 

The action took her by surprise but she kissed back without a thought. His hand went to cup her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks and she grabbed his biceps, trying to anchor herself to something, to him. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He was kissing her, she was kissing him. It felt as if time stopped for a moment and all that her mind could concentrate on was Ricky and only him. 

Maybe, if he had thought about the possibility of this kiss ruining their friendship, he would’ve dropped his hand from her skin, he wouldn’t have pressed her closer to him. But he was slightly tipsy as well and he was optimistic by nature. He wanted this, he wanted her, with everything in his being. 

Eventually they pulled away for air, foreheads resting against each other. She moved back first, searching his eyes and only finding bliss and adoration. 

“So you like me too, huh?” she said, in an uncharacteristic shy and dazed way. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle, his hands were still on her face and so he pulled her in for a forehead kiss. “I kiss you like that and you still ask me if I like you?”

She smiled, the kind of smile that brought him down to his knees, the one she always gave him when she wanted something from him. 

“What do you want now?” he asked, amusement dancing around in his eyes. 

“Wanna be my boyfriend? It’ll be for the rest of your life tops.”

Such a cheeky little thing she was. 

He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. 

“I would love to.”

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Little Blue Ribbons (7)

Summary: The countless times you allowed Steve Rogers to break your heart and the one time you said enough was enough.

Fandoms: Avengers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader (platonic. is it tho? well, oops.)

Warnings: NO SMUT BECAUSE IT WAS JUST SO PURE I COULDN’T DO IT, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Mischievous Baby Mutants, Angst, Pining, So Much Painful Pining, Violence, Bullying, Steve doesn’t come out great here, Not gonna lie this is gonna hurt, Mentions of Trauma, PTSD, Self-harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Cursing, The Snap, Thanos, Endgame, Character Deaths

A/N: All Bucky, all chapter. Guys, I was gonna put smut in too but I was crying because of how pure it all was! I can’t! This is a bonus chapter and the last I will be posting for this series.

Thank you everyone for all the love you’ve shown for this series that is especially close to my heart. I appreciate all the hearts and reading the comments is the absolute best part of my day. I love you, you wonderful human beings!! I am going to write so much more because you’re all just so great! 

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7: Seventh Heaven

Bucky was strolling through their neighborhood with Steve by his side. Even as a child he already had the role of protector and he wore that badge with pride. Steve, being his best friend, was within his protection circle even if the little punk made it harder than necessary with his health problems and his predisposition to get himself into trouble on a regular basis.

They were passing by a park, pushing each other playfully and exchanging good-natured insults, when a tiny figure caught his attention. There you were sitting by yourself with an adorable pout on your face because the wind kept messing up your hair. Your hands kept trying to brush your hair back, but the wind was just too stubborn. Steve beat him to you because he was so distracted by the way your forehead furrowed in frustration. By the time he reached you, both you and his best pal were being beat up on the ground. He took great pleasure in chasing away your bullies that day, feeling so much like a protective alpha to his pack. When he got back, you and Steve were clutching each other in fear not realizing yet that you were both safe now.

He knew then that you would be important to them. That you would become a key piece in their lives, but goddamn it you had the same troublemaker streak that Steve did. He sighed. He would just have to keep a close eye on you too. Just like that Bucky included you in his protection circle.

He saw the immediate attraction you had for Steve, looking at him like he was the reason there was light in the world. It stung a little in the beginning because, petty as it was, he saw you first. That didn't last long though because you were both precious to him and he was glad that a pretty dame was making heart eyes at his friend for a change. The thought of his two best friends ending up together made him downright giddy and there was a relief in the thought that you would both look out for each other.

If only the idiot could take a hint.

Bucky started with light teasing, thinking that Steve knew about your crush on him since it was so painfully obvious. He had to have known. Apparently he was denser than a brick wall so he changed it up to literally pointing it out to him, but he always brushed it aside as just Bucky being the jokester he was.

"You know she's in love with you right?" Bucky smirked at the shorter man.

"Don't be a jerk, Buck."

"Come on, punk. You honestly don't care about her?"

"Of course I care about her!" Steve shook his head when Bucky's smile grew. "She's like a sister to both of us. We both care about her and she cares about us too."

"Not the same way she cares about you," Bucky insisted.

"That's just how Y/N is. She just feels sorry for me sometimes so she does stuff to cheer me up. She's a good friend like that."

Bucky sighed knowing Steve's insecurities ran deep. Heart of gold that one but he had a lot of issues he needed to surpass. He let it go for now, but as you all grew older he saw that your feelings for Steve weren't just a passing crush. His heart ached every time your eyes grew sad when you would pine away at his oblivious friend. He wanted to wring his pal's neck and shake some sense into him.

So he changed tactics again. He had grown into quite the charmer and learned quickly how to woo a dame and leave her a blushing mess. He also learned how jealous and possessive people could get, something he could use to his advantage. He always brought home a sweet treat for you when he came home from camp because the way your eyes light up when you eat candy made him feel good about himself. The compliments he loudly paid you were genuine but also designed to point out to Steve that you were in fact very desirable.

When this doesn't work, he takes you all dancing. He always had a dame on his arm and he made sure she had a friend for Steve as well. He attempted to set you up too with an army friend of his, a good guy he thought would treat you right, but you had refused and threatened to bite him. Having already been bitten by you before, he wasn't keen on a repeat.

How the hell were your teeth so sharp?

The point of setting you both up was supposed to either actually make good matches for you both or push one of you enough to confess their feelings. Win win situation, but luck was never on his side. Steve was always chasing after the attention of some other girl and you were too scared of rejection to make the first more.

Matchmaking for you two idiots was a goddamn nightmare.

His time in the military started to take him away more often and for longer periods of time. He saw less and less of his two best friends. He missed you both terribly and prayed every day that you were well. The letters helped but there nothing like seeing you face to face. You were both home to him and he was feeling homesick. When he unexpectedly got reunited with Steve after his transformation, he was ecstatic. He didn't fully understand how the hell it happened, but he was just so happy that Steve finally got his dream and they could fight side by side like they said they would. The only thing that soured the reunion was the realization that you were by yourself now.

"How's Y/N? I'm worried about her," Bucky asked, a crease forming on his brow at the thought of you without either of them.

"She's a grown woman, Buck. She'll be fine and she'll punch you in the face if you tell her otherwise," Steve said, sharing a laugh with Bucky. "Besides I just saw her recently when she visited camp. I was so excited to tell her everything in person."

He was happily listening to Steve recount your visit, relieved to hear that you were fine. You wrote letters to each other but it was different hearing it from a person he trusted. His smile was going to split his face in half if it grew any wider but he couldn't help it when Steve described the pretty new dress you wore and especially the blue ribbons in your hair. He could almost see you smiling in front of him. He was sorry he missed it. Maybe he'll ask you to visit camp after this mission.

Steve rambled on about what you talked about but Bucky was caught in a daydream that was starring you. He was pulled out of it when Steve mentioned Peggy. He raised his brows and the blonde lowered his head bashfully. He laughed and clapped a hand on the Captain's broad shoulder.

"You're smitten, punk!" he teased, elbowing his side.

"l am. She's a hell of a dame," Steve admitted proudly and Bucky was over the moon for him. "Even Y/N said the same."

That made Bucky pause and he felt all his muscles tense. "Please tell me you didn't introduce Y/N to her when she visited."

"Well, no," Steve frowned as Bucky sighed in relief. "I didn't get the chance to, but Peggy came to call me for a meeting so they kindda did meet. What's the big deal?"

Bucky cursed under his breath and immediately marched away from Steve. He could guess what happened and he knew you were probably devastated from what you found out. It didn't help that you had apparently ran off after that brief encounter with Peggy.

"You really are a punk, Stevie!" he called before he turned the corner, leaving the other man confused. He didn't have time to explain or make his clueless Captain understand.

He needed to get home to you right now.

Bucky was grateful to be allowed a day of leave on such short notice. He would have liked more time, but they had an important mission coming up with Steve. One day will just have to be enough. He would make it enough. He wasted no time in getting home, his leg kept bouncing restlessly the whole way. Suddenly it made sense to him why he hasn't been receiving letters from you as often as he used to. At first he thought it was maybe just a problem with the post, but looking back he should have noticed that the words in your most recent letters read different. They were more clipped, more direct to the point, and almost dull. It was so different from your usual light rambling on the pages that was so lively that he could almost hear your voice and see your bright smile. Sometimes he almost expected you to jump out of the paper yourself.

He should have noticed sooner.

You weren't in your apartment when he arrived, his banging on your door and his voice echoed in the empty room. He was on a full on panic by now as he ran through the streets searching through alleyways and asking around if anyone had seen you. He pulled at his hair as he frantically looked around, desperately trying to figure out where you could have gone to.

In a last ditch effort, he ran himself ragged toward the playground where they first met you. His knees nearly gave out when he saw your familiar figure slumped on a swing with your feet idly moving you back and forth. Even from just seeing your back, he could note the heavy droop of your shoulders as if the very sadness you carried physically pushed you down. Your hair, normally vibrant and charmingly always in some form of disarray, lay limply around your face. A halo that had lost its light.

Circling around, he felt his very soul leave his body when he finally caught sight of your face. Many times he had seen you cry; because of an injury, sad news, and out of frustration. Each time though you had squared your shoulders, jutted your chin out in defiance, and brushed away your own tears. You had a stubborn strength in you that rivaled even that of Steve's and a compassion that made you choose others before your own interests every time.

You cried differently this time and Bucky was at a loss on what to do. You didn't stop the tears this time and it seemed like you were too tired to. You just let them fall freely until they stained your skirts, your body made small jerky movements as you sniffled. Your eyes were red-rimmed and troubled with the pain of a first heartbreak.

Bucky didn't know what to do. He was at a complete loss. He felt powerless and believed that he would only do more harm than good. So he turned around and walked away from you before you could catch sight of him. Before he left, he did the only thing he thought he could do for you. He visited an older woman in the neighborhood, a lady he often helped with errands, and asked her to look out for you. He hoped it would be enough, but he promised that he would do more for you when he returns.

But Bucky didn't return.

The following mission he went on with Steve would lead to his unfortunate fall from the train and his half life as the Winter Soldier. Through the years of torture he tried to hold on to the memory of both you and Steve. He tried to hold on to the image of home and his promise to you. But HYDRA had succeeded in turning him into his worst nightmare and imprisoning him within his own mind.

That day on the Helicarrier, the Winter Soldier fought two very different battles. The first was according to the mission handed to him; ensure Project Insight is launched, kill anyone that gets in the way. The second, much more difficult battle, was within the tormented tangled mess of his consciousness. It started when he first encountered Steve.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

He had asked it that day and he has been repeating the same question in his mind since then. He landed fist after fist, kick after kick. He shot his gun precisely with the intent to kill. His knives connected with flesh repeatedly. The mission was clear and he would fulfill it. Even so, his mind kept repeating the question.

Who the hell is Bucky?

"You've known me your whole life," the man known as Captain America insisted beneath him as he continued to pummel his face with his fists. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes."

"Shut up!"

Bucky's head hurt like hell and his pulse quickened, an unnatural occurrence for the assassin. He felt like when he's placed in the chair; scared, confused, in pain. The mention of his full name had ignited a spark in his mind and triggered an indecipherable puzzle of images that he had no hope of solving. They felt like they were his but he recognized none of it. The mess in his brain was only worsened by the fact that his target was no longer fighting back and by the next words he uttered through bloodied lips.

"Cause I'm with you to the end of the line."

Bucky stilled. A memory was trying to push itself to the forefront but there was a solid wall in its way. The confusion he felt started to make him angrier and he reverted back to the one thing he was sure of. His mission. That was when you rammed your whole body into him. He roared in frustration and lashed out at you. You were the pain in the ass with the ice powers.

Bucky did not like the cold.

Therefore he did not like you.

You weren't fighting back much either which he found insulting. He slashed at you expertly with his knife and tore through your protective gear. Suddenly like a punch in the gut, everything stood still for him. Suddenly the noise in his mind faded away to settle on a low buzz. Suddenly the constant rage he felt calmed down. All this brought on by a ribbon on your suit, bright blue and standing in stark contrast against the black material. A name he was never told was echoing repeatedly in his mind.

"Y/N?"

The aircraft exploded then, sending all three of you plunging into the icy river below. He didn't understand why he did it, but he dragged both of your unconscious forms out to shore by instinct. It felt right and somehow familiar as if he's done the same numerous times before. As if this was second nature for him. The blue ribbon on your suit taunted him. There were a million questions running through his mind. Again, acting on instinct alone, he picked you up and carried you away with him. It felt like it was what he was supposed to do.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room with words that were clearly not English bleeding through the walls, bandages wrapped around several body parts, and the world's most infamous assassin pointing a gun at you was the very definition of disorienting. The only reason you weren't going immediately into survival mode was because it was Bucky holding that gun.

"I know you," he grunted.

You were surprised. You weren't expecting him to be the first to talk. To be fair you weren't expecting him to kidnap you either. This gave you hope, but you had to be careful. Bucky may be starting to remember, but he was still mostly the Winter Soldier right now.

"Why did you take me?" you asked, purposely making your voice softer.

"I know you," he repeated, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

"How do you think you know me?"

Instead of answering, he tilted his head the slightest bit to gesture toward the night stand beside your bed. Your ribbons were carefully laid there and you noticed that they had been cleaned. You chuckled darkly. The thought somehow sounded ridiculous to you.

"You remembered me because of my ribbons?"

"I gave them to you," he nodded.

"Your Ma gave them to me."

"No."

Something in the way his hold on the rifle tightened and his jaw clenched told you not to argue. That had been a mistake on your part. You couldn't push him. Not when his eyes told you he was in pain just from the memory alone. You would need to be patient.

It was a month later when he brought it up again as you settled in a different motel in yet another different city. You had followed him without question and without a fight. After the first two weeks he trusted you enough not to restrain you. Your hair was bothering you, sweat making it stick onto your skin. You grabbed the ribbons and tied your hair up the way you liked to do it since you were a child. He stared at you silently for a long time before he spoke barely above a whisper.

"I gave those to you."

You had learned your mistake from the first time. It was wrong of you to outright correct him. These were his memories not yours.

"What do you remember about them?" you asked carefully. He went quiet again and you were worried that you might have pushed too hard again.

"You get annoyed when your hair gets unruly," he started and you just smiled as you waited for him to continue. "I took errands around the neighborhood to earn extra money to buy you those ribbons."

Your heart swelled with affection at the thought of a young Bucky going through all that trouble for you just because he noticed a slight discomfort from you. Something so simple and mundane that you didn't even notice it about yourself.

But Bucky Barnes noticed.

"Thank you, Bucky. I love them. Thank you for doing that for me."

It might have just been a trick of the light but you could have sworn that you saw the ruthless assassin blush. He turned away from you quickly and busied himself with checking the windows before you could confirm it.

"How come your Ma gave it to me and not you?"

"I don't know."

He didn't utter another word to you for the next three weeks, but you were determined to stay with him until he chose to push you away. He never did. If anything he clung on to you tighter with each memory that resurfaced. It was slow progress at first but once it started to pour out of him you became his constant. You became the anchor that steadied him as he navigated his turbulent mind and you didn't allow him to feel guilty that he had taken you.

"You took me, but it was my choice to stay."

That day, by those words, another memory resurfaced. The image of you on a swing set tortured by heartbreak and him turning away leaving a promise he was yet to fulfill. So when Steve chose not to return when he went back in time to put back the stones, he wanted to jump through time himself and beat his punk ass. He had broken your heart and chose another person over you.

Again.

This time though, Bucky didn't walk away from you. Even as he found you afterwards on a bench by the lake in the compound looking exactly like you did that day in the park, he didn't turn away. Even though he still didn't know what to do or say as the tears silently tracked down your cheeks to fix all this for you, he didn't turn away.

This time Bucky sat beside you on the bench and gently took your hand, prying them open to stop you from digging your nails further into your palm. This time he waited as you wept into his shoulder, not interrupting you even as the sun set and your surroundings darkened.

This time he would keep his promise.

A month later, Bucky came barging into your room and slammed your door so hard the frame shook. You were sat on an armchair by the floor to ceiling windows that led to a balcony, taking Bucky's request for you to get a little sun that way since you barely step out of your room now. You were so shocked by Bucky's outburst that your tea sloshed around in the mug you were holding.

Everyone had given you a wide berth since Steve left and you were grateful for it. You had no will to assure people you were fine when you've been feeling more and more lifeless as the days passed. Sometimes you would venture out of your room, practically a ghost that haunts the compound. Only Bucky remained insistently by your side, but he was always gentle. Always trying to coax you into eating and sleeping with softly spoken words and light touches as if you would break at any second. Which is why the fuming look on his face now shocked and unsettled you.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" he growled, his eyes burning with fury.

You realized immediately what he was furious about. You curled yourself instinctively into a ball, hugging your knees to your chest and looking at anywhere but at him. He regretted his reaction seeing you try to make yourself as small as possible. He took a deep breath and gulped down his anger. He wasn't angry at you. Never at you. The anger was more directed at Steve but he wasn't here which was exactly the problem. He slowly approached to kneel in front of you and forced his gruff voice to be gentler.

"Since when did you know you were pregnant, Y/N? I had to find out from Cho when I went to pick up the results from your physical."

"A week before Scott came with the time heist idea."

Bucky swore under his breath. That meant that you participated in the time heist and the fight with Thanos knowing full well that you were carrying life inside you. You could have miscarried or died on several opportunities.

"You didn't tell Steve, did you?"

"No."

Steve would never have allowed you to have anything to do with the last battle if he had known. That much you were sure of. It wouldn't have mattered that your powers seemed to have magnified since you conceived. It wouldn't have mattered that they needed everyone's help. He would also have been too distracted by your condition to fully focus on the mission. So you kept it a secret for the good of the whole endeavor.

"Steve wouldn't have left if he knew."

You looked at Bucky then and looked tiredly at him. You had planned on telling Steve after the last battle but that was when he began to pull away from you. That was when you saw him with the compass again.

"Tony told him before to get a life," you swallowed hard. "He forfeited a life with me in favor of one he finally has a chance to regain. That includes every possible future and new life we could create together. Not choosing me means not choosing all of it."

"He would have stayed," Bucky tried to insist.

"Maybe," you shrugged, the curve of your lips forming a bitter smile. "But for how long this time until he leaves me again?"

Bucky pulled you into his arms then just in time for the tears to fall on his clothed shoulder. There was no use debating the what ifs now. Move forward. You needed to move forward for your sake and for the life growing inside you. He initially thought it was selfish of you not to tell Steve, but didn't you deserve to be selfish for once?

"You're gonna have to start really taking care of yourself now, Y/N. I'm not gonna let you keep going the way you have. Do you understand?"

You pulled away from his embrace but he held your face in both hands, brushing away the tears. You leaned more toward his vibranium hand, the cold metal feeling in harmony with your usual cold skin. You nodded at him.

"I know."

"You're going to eat properly."

"Yes, Bucky."

"You're going to drink whatever healthy shit Cho and Bruce prescribe."

"Okay." You smiled a little when you saw him scrunch his nose in disgust as he imagined the healthy diet you were sure to be put on.

"You're going to go out for walks and not stay cooped up here."

"I promise."

"You're going to go for regular check ups."

"Will you stay with me?" you asked hesitantly. You didn't want to be selfish or force him to do more for you, but now you realize that you would rather not go through this alone. The smile he gave you was warm with reassurance and a teasing lift to it as if he thought you were an idiot for needing to ask that.

"I'm not going anywhere, doll."

Bucky didn't know how much that meant to you. To be able to trust one person again to be there. To trust that you would not be abandoned. To be able to allow yourself to heal. True to his word, Bucky was there for you and only leaving your side when a mission required it. He was there as your stomach grew and he was there when you went into labor.

He paced restlessly outside the delivery room, Sam smirking at him as he sat and watched his friend lose his mind worrying about you. In the beginning, he was allowed inside with you but he had been promptly kicked out when he kept threatening the doctors whenever you screamed in pain. He didn't like seeing you in so much pain and be helpless in doing anything about it.

After what felt like an eternity to him, a nurse came out to tell them they could come see you now. He swears that his heart completely stopped when he saw you; sweaty hair sticking to your skin in a messy tangle, the brightest smile he's ever seen on you in a year, and two squirming bundles in your arms. Whenever you talked about that day, he never failed to mention how you looked like you were practically glowing. Like an angel.

A happy angel.

You offered him one of the babies when he got close enough. He wanted to refuse, hiding his arm behind him in fear of hurting the vulnerable tiny humans. You shook your head and practically shoved the baby into his arms. Bucky was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do but then the tiny thing started to coo and he just completely melted. He smiled as he tickled the baby's chin. He was filled with gratitude to be part of this moment.

"They're beautiful," he said in awe.

"Have you thought of names?" Sam asked from your side. He was sitting on the bed with his finger tightly grasped by the baby you held.

You lightly kissed the top of the blonde head of the twin in your arms, he blinked up at you with eyes that were the same as yours but just in a sharper shade.

"This one is Anton."

For Anthony Stark.

You smiled affectionately at the other twin Bucky was rocking back and forth. Hair the exact same color as yours peaked out from the blanket along with blue eyes that matched the ones that had enthralled you for a century.

"That one is Roman."

For Natasha Romanoff.

Both boys a perfect mix of you and Steve. Both carrying traits and distinctive qualities from their unique parentage. Both boys, you decided, who would also carry their father's last name. For all the bad that had happened between you, Steve was in essence a good man and you wanted your sons to carry his best qualities.

Bucky took the role of uncle very seriously. He fed them, changed them, played with them and all the while marveling at how these tiny things had come from two of the most important people in his life. He was on his way to the nursery after hearing the twins cry with two warmed up milk bottles holstered, when at the doorway he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw inside.

"Uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you called from the other room.

"What did Xavier say again about the twins and their powers?"

"Not much. He said he couldn't know for sure. Said it was completely possible for them to not get the mutant gene or it could remain dormant all their lives," you talked absentmindedly as you folded the newly laundered baby clothes. "If it did manifest he said that he can't even say if they'll get ice powers like me. Only time will tell really. Why do you ask?"

"Because I think time is telling now."

You didn't understand what Bucky was going on about but you heard the slight fear in his voice. So with a heavy sigh you crossed the hallway to enter the room only to mirror Bucky's reaction at the scene.

The normally spotless room was in wild disarray with everything from toys to diapers strewn around messily. You had bought one large crib where both boys slept after wailing the whole night when they were placed on separate cots. That large crib now had a suspiciously toddler sized opening.

Where were your boys? Both were sitting on the soft carpet facing each other. Anton, your precious blonde cherub who was already exhibiting a penchant for trouble, was hiccupping nonstop and with each hiccup out came a small ice cube. His eyes were also intermittently flashing an icy blue glow. Roman on the other hand, your blue-eyed darling who rarely cried and had the sweetest temperament, was flailing his arms around directing the same ice cubes from his brother's mouth to zip around above their heads. He was squealing and giggling in glee, thoroughly entertained.

You needed to call Charles.

The following year for you was solely focused on the twins and their needs. Both their powers had manifested so early and were developing quickly perhaps in part due to the serum from their father's genes. You were so happily preoccupied with them that you barely had any time to think of Steve.

Without even realizing it, you had moved on. You didn't cry at the mere mention of him anymore, rather there was a nostalgic fondness now whenever someone says your boys look just like him. Your heart didn't feel like a black hole anymore when you remember that he left, rather it felt like a bright burning star filled with the laughter of rowdy baby boys. A hundred years of love for a person would never fade away but it no longer consumed you. It no longer pained you because you were surrounded by love.

The only regret you felt now was that the twins would never get to know their father. The only guilt you felt was that you hadn't given them that chance because you chose not to tell Steve.

Absolution came from the least expected source.

Both boys toddled over to where you sat seeming to sense your distress, holding hands as they awkwardly climbed onto your lap. Roman placed a pudgy hand on your cheek and stared at you with an intensity you've never seen before. Suddenly images flashed before your eyes, all memories of Steve from the moment you met to the moment he left. All the moments you loved him and all the moments you had been hurt by him. You let out a ragged breath when the flashback stopped and gaped at your toddler. He looked at you as if he held the wisdom of the universe in his young mind.

They knew their father and what happened.

They understood the choices you made.

It's okay, Mama.

We love you, Mama.

Bucky found you then clutching your boys tightly in your arms after the cries of sorrow had turned to relief then to impossible joy. As he watched you, tearful but laughing now, that was when he realized that his feelings for you had outgrown just friendship.

In your youth he was protective of you like a brother would toward his precious little sister. When you stayed with him as he worked through his programming, your friendship became a formidable force that grounded you both to reality when the world threatened to rip you apart. He had needed it when he was regaining his memories and you had needed it when Steve left. He couldn't pinpoint when exactly his love for you changed from cherished friend to the only woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, but what was important was that he knew that to be the truth now.

Months later Sam was only too happy to help, teasing Bucky incessantly the whole time. He would take the boys for the evening and tell you to wear something you liked before meeting him in the south side garden. Before Sam could leave to get the boys, he gripped his arm to stop him as the guilt and doubt struck him.

"What if Steve comes back?"

"What if he doesn't?" Sam shrugged.

"But what if he does?"

Sam nodded and faced him, recognizing that this was legitimately troubling his friend. He held Bucky by both shoulders and gave him a gentle shake.

"After everything we've seen I can't reassure you that it won't happen." Sam saw the hard tick on the man's jaw and hurried to continue. "Look, man. Steve made his choice. You and Y/N are entitled to your own."

Bucky was nervous. It was the most nervous he's ever felt in his whole life. He was calmer on a mission staring death in the face than he was at that moment. He was more confident looking through a sniper scope than at that moment. He kept fidgeting with his jacket, his shirt, his hair. He didn't know what to do with his hands. His palms felt wet. Can vibranium hands sweat? He didn't know.

"Bucky?"

Your small voice snapped him out of his panic and when he laid eyes on you he could have sworn that everything moved in slow motion. You wore a simple dress, one of your favorites, one he had told you brought out the color in your eyes. You were shyly smiling at him as you tucked an errant strand of hair behind your ear, your blue ribbons peaking from behind.

Beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.

"You did all this? It's magical, Bucky."

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had transformed a small area on the grounds for the night. A small table for two was set with food he knew you liked because whenever you ordered it was the same thing you asked for. Wine was set aside to accompany dinner alongside sweet treats he knew you always craved. All around he scattered candles and lanterns, casting a soft romantic glow. He wanted to smack himself when he suddenly remembered the flowers he had put down on the chair, rushing to retrieve them and present them to you.

You beamed up at him as you gratefully accepted and sniffed at the familiar smell of your favorite flowers. You thanked him and all the words just seemed to escape Bucky. He wanted to tell you now before dinner because he knew his nerves wouldn't allow him to keep anything down, but he just couldn't find the words.

How do I tell her?

You placed a cool hand to his cheek and it was only then that he noticed that his heart was practically jumping out of his chest. Your touch and gentle eyes worked quickly to calm him. He used to hate the cold. He used to fear it. All he knew of the cold was pain, torture, and enslavement.

That was before. Now cold meant the comfortable feel of your skin. Now cold meant the way you laughed when the twins managed to rope him into whatever they wanted because he just couldn't say no to them. Now cold meant movie nights with you where you always fell asleep in the middle and how you curled into his side. Now cold meant unnecessarily competitive snowball fights in the middle of summer.

Now the cold meant you.

"It's okay, Bucky," you said softly, eyes dancing with the lights. "I love you too."

His eyes widened comically. Had he already said the words without even knowing it? Had he just blurted it out inelegantly? He had meant to tell you in the best way he could possibly verbalize it. He wanted you to hear from him how he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world to him. He wanted to tell you how his whole world stopped and began with you. Did he just mess it up?

A realization hit him that made him freeze before he laughed loudly, releasing all the tension and apprehension in his body in one swoop. You giggled, knowing what he had just understood.

"Roman?" he chuckled as you nodded.

"And Anton wanted me to give you this."

You took his hand in yours and placed in his palm a small block of ice in the approximate shape of a heart. It was awkwardly shaped but close enough to be easily recognized. Bucky couldn't help but laugh some more as he rolled over the cold token in his hand. Two toddlers had the foresight to know that he would be a nervous wreck and had offered their encouragement.

Emboldened by the glowing approval of two small children, he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours the way he's wanted to since the moment he realized his feelings for you. Gentle yet firm. Delicate yet sure. The world stopped and ceased to exist around you both. All there was were soft lips, rough calloused hands, and the silent promise of better days to come.

Hesitantly, you parted and both your eyes slowly opened only to gaze affectionately at each other. Bucky kept his hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking lazily. This time the words came to him easily.

"I love you, Y/N."

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If This Is Wrong, Then I Don’t Wanna Be Right - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: DARK THEMES, INCEST, Smut, Filth, Cursing, not spell checked SORRY >w<

Summary: Ever since your dad remarried into the Bakugou family, your life’s been turned around. One incident with your step brother led to a plethora of problems that were so wrong but felt so right.

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Another day, another confused Y/N. Y/N L/N, now Y/N Bakugou, has been going through it. Her mom leaving her family at a young age, her dad going through stages of grief and neglecting Y/N, and now the worst of it all. He’s been remarried.

That’s not the bad part. Y/N was happy for her dad, especially since Mitsuki Bakugou made him a better person and father. The bad part was her son. Bakugou Katsuki.

Don’t get it twisted, Bakugou and you got along great, but for reasons your parents didn’t know. Before you two became step siblings, you and Bakugou had huge crushes on each other and even slept together before at a party. It was safe to say those feelings never went away, especially now that you both lived with each other.

You were smart though. You couldn’t ruin this great thing for your dad. And you finally had a family again after all these years of just being a daddy-daughter duo. You couldn’t destroy this. However, Bakugou had other plans. He was very forward with his feelings towards you and always made attempts to pursue you. And no matter how many times you told him “we’re siblings now, what we feel can never happen,” he chose to ignore it.

Ever since you became his little step-sister, Bakugou’s love for you just grew stronger. He doesn’t care that you guys are legal family now, he wants you and only you and he refuses to move on. No matter how many times you deny him, he knows you both long to be together. Besides, Bakugou Katsuki always gets what he wants.

—

“Love you guys, see you soon.” You said hugging your parents goodbye. They were going on a work trip for Mitsuki’s job and were gonna be gone for about 3 months.

“See you soon sweetie. Be sure to take care of yourself, okay?” Your dad said.

“I’ll be okay dad.” You assured him. Mitsuki went in to hug you before she left.

“Don’t let Katsuki bug you too much, love.” She said.

“THE HELL DID YOU SAY YA HAG?!” Bakugou screamed.

“OH HUSH!” She said and walked to the car along with your dad. You guys said your final goodbyes and went inside. Once you shut the front door, Bakugou stood infront of you with a smirk and his hands in his pockets.

“Soo...princess. Whaddaya wanna do?” He said with a cocky grin. You gulped in nervousness. You knew his game. Bakugou always teased you with his touch or said dirty things in your ear when no one would look. Now you guys were home alone for the next few months. Who knows what would happen.

“Look Katsuki, I’m just gonna head up to my room to watch a movie.” You said and began to walk but Bakugou followed.

“Mind if I joined?” He asked.

“Join? In my room? In my bed? I don’t think so Katsuki.” You said with your arms crossed. Your arms only lifted your bust even more and Bakugou licked his lips at the sight of your chest in that tube top.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything....unless you want me to.” He teased as he walked up to you with his hand lifting your chin and his arm around your waist. He leaned in a little and smirked even more.

“You look like you don’t want me to stop,” he said that and your body naturally pressed in closer to his. His hand travelled to your ass to give it a firm squeeze which had you gasping, and just as your lips were about to touch you pulled away.

“Mm, no, Katsuki. Just- if you want to watch, you can come I guess.” You gave in and walked to your room and left your door open just in case Katsuki chose to join you. Soon enough, he walked in and sat next to you on your bed.

The movie progressed and Bakugou had made no attempts which shocked you. The whole time, you kept giving him side eye to see if he was sneaking some dirty looks at your body..but..nothing. He wasn’t trying anything and honestly..it left you a little needy.

Needy for his attention, for his touch...for him. The movie eventually reached a steamy scene and the whole time your face grew red. You and Bakugou both watched and whenever you glanced at him, he continued to hold a nonchalant look on his face. You however could feel yourself growing wet. You watched the scene and imagined it was you and Bakugou it that bed. You imagined how his hands would feel against your bare body again, and soon, you mind wandered off to the night you both shared when you weren’t siblings yet.

You missed the way his lips felt, the way his body radiated a comforting warmth, the way he dragged his cock in and out of you, bringing you to your euphoric release. You couldn’t help it. He was your crush after all. Without realizing, the movie came to an end and throughout the whole hour and 45 minutes, Bakugou didn’t make one attempt to touch you.

“Nice movie,” he began. “Gonna make some food. Want any?”

“Umm....no..I’m uh, all set.” You said with a little confused voice. Bakugou found it adorable and just walked off to the kitchen.

He almost died during that movie. He had to sit next to you, on your bed, HOME ALONE, as you wore a tube top and tight booty shorts, and not touch you at all.

“Settle Katsuki, geez. Just wait a little more,” he said to himself. Bakugou realized he was getting nowhere with him going after you, so he came up with this plan. Now, Bakugou was no dummy. You loved him the same way he loved you, but he knew you didn’t wanna ruin this precious little family, so he’s gonna push you to your limit. You’re so used to Bakugou touching you, feeling up on you, teasing you, and whispering dirty and sweet nothings into your ears. Now, Bakugou’s gonna stop with his pining, and wait for you to break. Wait for you to beg for him and his touch. He’ll wait for his little princess to finally come to him to settle her needy desires. Yes, it would be dreadful for Bakugou to be patient but he knew it would be worth it in the end.

Soon, you came out to the kitchen for some water. He noticed you looked a little flushed and had a little blush on your face.

‘Had she been toying with herself?’ Bakugou thought. The imagine of you playing with yourself and thinking of him entered his mind. It caused him to get riled up as he bit his lip to fight the moans attempting to leave his mouth. Bakugou had already seen all of you and even been inside you, but he craved for it again. But he wanted more than your body. He wanted you as a whole.

“You okay?” He asked. He noticed how you jumped at his voice and when you slightly turned to face him, he caught how your eyes looked him up and down, causing him to smirk the slightest bit.

“I’m fine, don’t worry Suki!”

‘Suki.’ He thought. That’s the name you called him when he completely rearranged your guts. He raised his brow at the name and you caught on to that. He saw you grin a little at the realization and he knew what you wanted. But you had to say it. You were only hinting at your neediness and he needed you to beg for him. Your little smirk wasn’t good enough.

“Alright. I made an extra plate for you. I’m all set so I’ll be in the shower,” he said. He noticed you staring at him, waiting for something more. Usually, after announcing he would be in the shower, he would usually offer you to join him. But not this time. He walked off and as he walked he heard you release the slightest whine. It caused his friend to painfully rise and once he entered the shower, he had to settle himself.

As you were left in the kitchen, you rubbed your legs together for friction. Bakugou hadn’t given you the slightest bit of attention ever since your parents had left. You won’t lie, when you found out your parents would be leaving for a few months, you had silently hoped Bakugou would take the opportunity to ravish you, but nothing came. Had he grown tired of waiting for you? Was he no longer interested? The thought scared you. He was your step brother, but you couldn’t stop the way you were feeling. You left to the privacy of your room to please yourself once more. And yes, it would be to the thought of Bakugou once again.

—

It was around 3 a.m. as you layed in bed, still awake and unsatisfied. The thought of Bakugou losing interest scared you. You couldn’t be together, but you still wanted him to want you the same way you do him. It was selfish and wrong, but you could help yourself. Eventually, your thoughts became too much and so you left to see Bakugou yourself.

You knocked on the door and after a minute, a shirtless Bakugou opened the door. It was obvious he wasn’t sleeping either. Must’ve been occupied with something else, the same like you.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” He asked.

“Y/N, huh? No princess, no love, no nothing?” He raised his brow with his head slightly thrown back. He laughed a little before speaking.

“Sorry am I missing something? Whaddaya need, princess?” He finally said. When the little pet name left his mouth, you could already feel yourself settling down the tiniest bit, but it wasn’t enough.

“Can we talk?” You asked and he only stepped aside and opened up the door for you. You walked in as he shut the door and you took a seat on his bed as he stood infront of you.

“Alright, talk. Need something?” He said.

“Sort of. I kinda just want to ask...what’s up with you lately.” You admitted.

“What?”

“You- heh, you’re not you.” You laughed out. He laughed too because he knew what you were talking about but he played dumb.

“Come again?” He asked. You released a tired sigh before continuing.

“What’s up? You don’t touch me anymore, you don’t tease me with your words, you don’t even spare me an extra glance. Why?” You asked.

“Aww, does princess miss my attention?” He teased.

“Maybe I do.” You said with a smirk and he mimicked your look and bit the side of his cheek. Suddenly, the tension in the room grew and you could feel heat rise to your cheeks.

“I’ve been pining after you for months, Y/N. I spoil you with my touch and comfort you with certain words and the second I stop, the princess gets replaced with a brat?” He said with a devious smirk. He leaned in closer to your face before speaking. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” You questioned.

“Stop acting like you don’t want me as much as I want you.” Your eyes went wide at his words.

“What?” You released with a breathy voice.

“You like me and I like you. A lot. Some would say it’s close enough to love, princess. And I know you better than you think. I know you miss the attention I give you and I know you miss the way my cock feels inside your sweet little cunt.” He said moving in as he spoke into your ear with his hands at your sides on the bed, caging you in.

You stood up and placed your hands on his shoulders and this time you got in his face.

“You’re right. I miss your attention and I definitely miss the way you took care of me that night. But we’re still siblings-“

“Step siblings,” he corrected.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re still legally related and so if we were to be together, no matter how bad we both want to, we both know it’s wrong.” You explained. Bakugou held your chin with his fingers and had his other hand press into your cunt, earning a moan from you.

“If this is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.” He said as his forehead was pressed against your own. His fingers continued to rub into you throughout your thin shorts. You released more moans and gasps as he smirked. “You’re not stopping me, Princess.”

“I don’t think I want to, Suki.” You said and your arms quickly wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, that he gladly returned. He smiled into the kiss as his hands went to grip and your ass. He squeezed it just enough for you to moan into the kiss and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, tasting your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance until he eventually won, but you weren’t going down so easily. You turned yourselves around without breaking the kiss and you pushed him onto his bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as you dove back into the kiss.

“Looks like my princess is finally taking control,” he smirked as you separated.

“Your princess?” You teasingly asked.

“Yeah. My princess. Like it?” He asked with a grin.

“Love it,” you said and then proceeded to kiss him. Soon, your bottoms came off along with your panties. Bakugou felt the smooth skin and smacked your ass and having you groan at the sensation. You felt his boner press against your bare clit and you both quickly discarded his sweats along with your top.

Now, your bare bodied pressed together as your hand went to Bakugou’s cock. You rubbed at his tip as he gasped.

“Ohh f-fuck princess.” You smirked from above him as your hand jerked his hard cock.

“You like that, Nii-San?” You giggled out. Bakugou opened his eyes and noticed your smirk. He watched as your tits jiggled right infront of his face and on instinct, his hand went right to grope it. You bit your lip as you moaned from his touch.

“You just love your big brother’s cock, dontcha’ huh sis?” He teased.

“Mm, yess Suki!” Bakugou smacked your ass with his free hand.

“Wrong name, Princess.” He rubbed at your ass that was now red with his hand print as you continued to play with his cock.

“Mm, Nii-San!” You moaned out.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as he pulled you in closer to suck on your chest. He flipped you over in the process and kissed down your body. He kissed your wet cunt before giving it a slow lick. You mewled at the feeling of his tongue and begged for more.

“N-Nii-San! Don’t stop! Please!” Bakugou smiled against your clit as he feasted on your sweet nectar. His tongue reached every inch of your pussy and he sucked on your little nub. His tongue entered you as your hands grabbed at his hair.

“Fuck yess!! Just like that! Mm..” your hips began to grind against his face as his hands wrapped around your legs to hold you steady.

“Gotta stay still for your big brother, Princess.” He spoke before continuing. He had your legs shaking around his head as he continued.

“S-Shit! Nii- ..Nii-San! I’m gonna cum!” You said while pulling at his soft locks. He held you down tighter.

“Cum, cum on my tongue Princess,” he said as he continued. He slurped at your sweet cunt as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You felt your orgasm approach you as your released the white honey onto his tongue, and Bakugou didnt waste a drop. He left your cunt but sent two fingers inside of you, pressing against your g-spot. He stood above you, using his other hand to jerk his cock.

“You fucking ready for the main event princess?” He asked and kissed your cheek as you moaned at his fingers.

“Yess! Please,” you said. Bakugou went up to your ear and softly spoke to you.

“Then I want you to beg for it,” he said, “beg for Nii-SAN’s giant cock. Beg me to fuck you so good you forget your own name, slut.” His words had your hips grinding against his hand.

“Mm, please Nii-San! Please fuck me!” You begged. But Katsuki wasn’t satisfied.

“C’mon Princess, you can do better. Nii-San had to wait a whole day before he could touch you again. I wanna hear you beg a little harder,” he said. You gave in and cried out for him.

“Please! Please just fuck me. I want you- need you so bad! Please I need your cock to fuck me! Please Nii-San!” You begged. A blush adorned your face as you felt the heat in your cheeks burn due to embarrassment. You didn’t even realize Katsuki align himself with your entrance until he kissed your cheek to snap you out of your embarrassed state.

“That’s my good little princess.” He said and slammed himself into you. Last time, Katsuki gave you a second to adjust to his length, but this time he’s been waiting and holding himself back for months now. And today, he didn’t allow himself to touch you at all, and so he went right to it and began his hard, steady thrust. His speed was incredible and he was fucking you so hard the bed was hitting the wall. “S-Shit! My little slut like that? Does she like having her- fuck- her big brother’s cock balls deep inside of her?”

“Yes, Please! M-More!” You cried out. Katsuki wrapped your legs around his bare waist and slammed into you even harder. His hand went to grip his headboard as he fucked you into oblivion. His thrust had you seeing stars as he reached a sensitive spot. “Oh my god! Yes! Y-Yes Katsuki right there-“

Katsuki slightly smacked your face as your head turned to the side. You moaned at the tingling sensation and you felt his thrust become faster and his hand wrapped around your throat. He squeezed it as he spoke to you through shut teeth.

“Not my name, Y/N. Try again,” he warned. You felt your tongue roll out as you attempted to speak but his thrust only brought out moans. “Say it!”

“Nii-San!” You cried out. He kissed you deeply as his hand went to grab at your chest. Your pussy squeezed him so tightly his head dropped next to your shoulder.

“Fuck Princess! Oh god you’re squeezing me nice and tight. Mmmm, I’m gonna wreck this pretty little pussy. Ahh-“ Bakugou’s hips jerked a little as your cunt tightened at his words. His grip on the headboard got stronger until he broke it. He looked up to see the damage and cursed at it. He threw it to the side as he placed both hands on your rips.

“Shit, shit, shit...God yess!” He cried out with his head thrown back. Your hands went his back as your claws marked him. He was gonna feel that in the morning, but as of right now, it was nothing but pleasure.

The feeling in your stomach returned and you felt your high coming.

“I’m- IM CUMMING!” He sped up and went deeper, forcing your release. You came around his cock but Katsuki didn’t stop.

Due to the wait, Katsuki was much more sensitive that he usually would be. He knew he would be cumming quicker than he thought and sadly, his fun would have to end soon.

“Oh god, princess I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill up that sweet pussy with all my cum. You want that?,” he smacked your face again as his hand wrapped around your throat once more, “you want me to fuck my kids in you? Huh? Pump my load right inside your womb and give you my brat. Bet you would love that, right princess?” He said and smacked your ass once more.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts became sloppy as he met his climax. His hot cum filled your Pussy and you cried out at the feeling. He moaned with his head thrown back as he pumped you full. The feeling of his semen dripping out of you had you shivering. He stilled before he pulled out and watched his cum drip out of you. He smiled at the sight and went to lay next to you. He pulled you closer into his chest as you both allowed heavy breaths to be released.

As Bakugou almost settled he felt your hand grab his cock again. You began to pump his length more and he began moaning with teary eyes.

“N-No, princess please. S’too much. F-fuck, I can’t!” He cried out as you went faster. You smirked as you watched his blush grow stronger. His hard on returned again and his cock rose from the friction. You straddled his lap again and placed his tip at your entrance. You leaned in closer as you spoke.

“I’m not done yet, Nii-San.” You said and slammed down on his cock. Katsuki loudly moaned and cried out as you sped up your bounce.

“F-fuck! Fuck Princess I can’t! Oh god- I have nothing else! P-please!” He begged. “Too much! Too sensitive!”

You continued to bounce on him and ride his dick as he moaned in immense pleasure. The overstimulation had him going insane. Soon, he did a full 180 and begged for more instead of less.

“Ah..Ah! Fuck! Don’t...don’t stop Y/N! Yeeaahhh bounce on that cock! AH! God yes!” His hands gripped at your waist as you continued your movements.

“Mm, Nii-San your cock feels so good~” you moaned out.

“Yeah?” He asked as his face got closer.

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you both quickly went in for a desperate kiss. You both sucked at each other’s faces as you continued to fuck his cock. The thrusts kept on until your thighs began to shake and you both felt another release coming.

“Sh-it, cumming! I’m cumming! Ohh fuck! M’Gonna shoot blades inside ya!” You slid up and down vigorously until both of you released.

“N-NII-SAN!” You said with your hands on his shoulders and head thrown back. As you both finished, you grinded on his hips.

“Heh,” you both laughed out as you made out once more. You both stilled your movements as Bakugou pulled you off his cock but kept you in his lap. You both had heavy huffs as your breaths settled and a comforting silence overtook the room. You drew little shapes on his naked chest as he smiled towards the ceiling. He finally had his dream girl...sorta.

After a brief period of silence, you spoke again.

“Umm...Katsuki?” You asked. He opened his eyes and looked at you. He kissed your forehead before he spoke.

“Yes princess?”

“What now?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He said as he continued to look down at you.

“...what are we?” You said looking at him with doe eyes. He showed a small smiled as he held you tighter.

“Well, you’re mine now and I’m yours. That’s what we are.” He said with a comforting look. You smiled back at your new title. His. It sounded nice. But there was something else that obviously complicated the matter.

“But...but what about our parents...this family?” Bakugou sat up and had you look at him as you sat in his lap.

“Let’s run away, Y/N.” He said with all the seriousness in the world. Your eyes went wide at his offer.

“W-what?” You asked. There was no way he was being serious.

“Let’s run away. You and me. We’ll go somewhere where no one knows us. And we’ll get to be together without any problems.” He explained.

You continued to stare. Running away? From your dad? From a family you finally had after so many years. As you thought about it, nothing but Katsuki came into mind. You smiled as you realized you didn’t need them. You just needed him. Katsuki would be your family, Katsuki would be all you need. Were you going to stay for your family that you’ve only had for a few months? Were you going to stay for a dad who neglected you for a decade? Why do that when you could just run away with the love of your life and be together, be a family, and be happy?

“Run away with me Y/N,” he spoke, snapping you out of your trance.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Let’s go, Katsuki.” He smiled back at you and you both shared a kiss, filled with love and happiness. You cuddled into each other as you both fell asleep in pure bliss. He was your family, he was all you needed.

As the days went on, almost 3 months have passed. You and Katsuki have been together for almost 3 months, not as step siblings, but as a couple, and you’ve never been happier. On the Sunday of the last week on the third month, you and Katsuki packed your things. Throughout the months, you and Katsuki have found an apartment to stay in far away from this town and prepped everything to leave. You guys had finally packed your things and placed them in Katsuki’s car. You placed a letter for both your parents explaining you both decided to leave and that this is what you both really wanted. You also mentioned that you both would be fine and would prefer if they didn’t go out to look for you both. You grabbed your final bag and looked at your old home until Katsuki came and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Ready to go, babe?” He asked.

“Let’s go!” You both shared a quick kiss and then went to his car. He drove off and you were finally happy. Katsuki kept a hold of your hand as he drove, giving it a quick kiss from time to time, earning a little giggle from you. And you? You finally realized. Your relationship was so wrong. But you didn’t care. You loved Katsuki and he loved you. Now you were both together and happy after all these past months of living together as siblings and crushing on each other for years before that.

So if this relationship was wrong, then you didn’t wanna be right.

You both eventually arrive to the other side of the city and begin moving boxes in to the new apartment. It’s been a long day so you decided to just leave the boxes in the kitchen and living area and work on the bedroom. You both unpacked your clothing and set up the bathroom. You put your sheets on and finished styling the bedroom.

It was dark by the time you guys were done with the bathroom and bedroom and you and Katsuki had just finished washing up and getting in bed. You both cuddled in as some random movie softly played on the TV as background noise. This was..home.

“You know something, princess?” Bakugou randomly spoke.

“Hm?”

“Don’t get me wrong, im still gonna do it, but I realized I won’t have to put a ring on you to get you to change your last name,” he chuckled out.

“Uh!” You both laughed as you smacked his chest. He held you closer before he spoke again.

“I’m serious though, when I marry you, we won’t have to go through the whole ‘changing your name’ thing.” He said.

“You’re that sure you’re gonna choose me to marry?” You asked.

“I know for a fact that I’m marrying you, Princess. It’s never been anyone else but you.” He admitted as he got lost in your E/C eyes.

You awed at his compliment and cuddled in closer after you pecked his cheek. The room met with silence once more and a comforting aura filled the air. You reveled in the feeling and just smiled.

“Suki?” You spoke up.

“Yes?” He asked.

“.....I love you.”

Bakugou looked down to you, tilted your chin up so your lips could meet his. He sent his love through the small skin contact and when he separated, he gave you a sweet smile that was reserved just for you.

“Not as much as I love you, Y/N.” You both held loving looks as he tucked you back under his chin and wrapped you in his arms. Yeah, your relationship with your step brother was taboo, but you honestly couldn’t care less. You loved him and he loved you. You were away from all the problems that would come with the relationship and you both were the happiest you guys could have ever been.