#i needa talk about this somewhere?

[jeansplaytoy]

random ony headcannons

sexual references, violence (?), fluff, ony.

he sassy asf 🙄 always got a attitude when you got a attitude. “girllll you not talking to me like that.” “miss girl you need to calm down” “is there a problem between us i needa handle?”

he loves plucking your forehead for no reason at all.

he def takes your lashes and/or makeup off when you come home from a night out or when you forget to take it off yourself.

you can’t tell me he don’t be playing in yo heels/dresses/wigs. 😭

he always be tryna slap box you but you don’t be wanting to do it because you always lose against him.

he named yo coochie ‘mini ma.’

he hypes tf outta you no matter what you do. if you eat a lot, he’ll record you and then brag about how much of a bad bitch you is for eating, or when you put on the dumbest clothes you could find for bed.

wears your bonnets over his durag at night because it ‘protects the waves more.’

he picks your boogers for you sometimes and then gets disgusted at them and tries to blame you for ‘making’ him pick them.

you can’t have food to yourself around him. normally it would be you taking his food but no. he will literally fight to get the food you have.

don’t ever tell him he can get a sip of your drink because when he ‘sips’, he’ll forget that it’s yours and drink it all.

he loves taking you out on date dates. yeah the club or a party is nice, but he likes taking you out to a restaurant and fancy shit like that. and fun dates when you go somewhere like skating or bowling.

he listens to every bit of drama in your life, like you’ll go on a full rant about how bitches got you fucked up and he’ll listen all night.

every time you and his mom bond (because she’s really a bad bitch) he’ll mess with both of you on purpose. “i know you telling her lies about me, matter fact, i know both of y’all lying on my name.”

he will have the full option to drive his own car somewhere, but no baby. he will drive YO shit around and make people think it’s you just to hop out at the gas station where his homeboys at and be like “yeah y’all thought that was my woman.”

he has a ‘gang banging’ persona, but he’s actually really romantic. he’ll fight, sometimes shoot, but he’s really nice (to you.)

when any girls try to flirt with him, especially in front of you, he’ll give her the dirtiest, and i mean the dirtiest mean mug. “get the fuck…”

sprays on one tinyyy little spritz of your perfume so that when he goes out, everyone’s knows he has a girlfriend. same with putting your colored hair ties or scrunchies on his keys or wrist.

he most definitely daps you up after sex. like he’ll beat them doonies ZEOWNNNN and then dap you up while you laid across the bed, tangles in sheets, lace lifting, legs tingling, etc etc.

he pops the pimples on your face, even when you tell him he’s not supposed to, he’ll beg you to let him pop at least one.

he know he lovesss him some matching holiday outfits or pjs😩.

[imaredshirt]

I'm kinda really into the idea of Fiddleford meeting Stanley before meeting Stanford.

Pretty early on after being chased out of New Jersey, Stanley ends up being chased out of Kentucky and drives the night through Tennessee until his car breaks down somewhere west of Murfreesboro. He gets the car towed to a nearby garage, where a young mechanic takes one look under the hood and says he'll have it ready in a jiffy. All Stan will have to do is pay a few bucks inside, and he can be back on the road in no time.

Sounds great to Stan, except - well, he's broke. He can't pay the guy. He knows this, but the guy doesn't know this, so Stan spends the next few minutes trying to talk up one of the old-ish Stan-vac Vacuums he's got stashed away in his trunk, hoping to give it to the guy in lieu of cash.

Turns out the mechanic is a chatty guy himself, and Stan learns a few things about him: his name's Fiddleford (Stan calls him Fidds right off the bat, and for some funny reason the guy's over the moon about it) he likes building little gadgets and the like in his off time, and he's working at his uncle's garage for a few months to earn some spending money before he heads off to some back-up college in California.

Next thing you know, Stan's got the trunk popped open and Fidds is examining the vacuum, humming and hawing and narrowing his eyes at the shoddy design. The car's fixed up and ready to go at this point, but Fidds is taking the vacuum over to a workbench where he's got a set of tools nearby, and Stan's following him, trying to explain that the vacuum isn't bad exactly, it's just --

"So, the thing doesn't actually suck stuff up," Stan says as Fidds deftly pulls the machinery apart. "I mean, it'll pick up some dust bunnies for a few minutes before giving up, but then it kinda - uh, spits them back out."

"Well," Fidds says, squinting one eye to look into the dust bag. "Aside from the clogged exhaust port on this one, I reckon you just needa fix that shoddy wiring to the motor and adjust the coolin fan. That'll take care of both problems."

"Shoddy wiring?" Stan groans. It wasn't like he was the one who had made the thing. He was only slapping his name over the handle and selling it. "What am I supposed to do about that?"

"It's an easy enough fix ," Fidds says. He rubs his chin and plucks the motor up, looking at it thoughtfully as he twists it to and fro and then adds, "If you want it to perform its most basic functions, that is. But I bet if I tinkered with it enough, I could make it even better."

Suddenly, he's got this almost manic gleam in his eyes, and Stan would be worried if the guy hadn't already piqued his interest. "Yeah? Better how?"

Fidds glances around the corner at his uncle, who's snoring away in a plastic lawn chair, then looks back to Stan. "Better as in it could pick up a dust bunny hiding under a bed on the third floor from the kitchen." 

Stan's feeling a little manic himself. “Pal, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve just made this thing marketable to every single sucker from here all the way back to Jersey.”

Fidds doesn’t have the right tools there in the garage, so he says he’ll have the thing ready in two days. Which is fine with Stan, he doesn’t have anywhere to be anyway, so he asks if there are any secluded places where he can park his car for the night - which prompts Fidds to cheerfully offer up a spare bedroom back at his family’s farm. It catches Stan off guard, until Fidds explains the terms - he just needs to do some chores around the farm from sunrise to sunset, and that’ll take care of the room and the car repair, no problem.

So that’s how Stan finds himself in this little room somewhere out in the hills, sitting in a cushiony bed, suitcase at his side and car parked out under some sycamore and hickory trees. Fidds is at the door telling him what time dinner’s at and what time everyone gets up the next day to start with all the chores, and Stan is nodding, suddenly feeling like he could fall asleep where he’s sitting, even with the mechanic’s rapid-fire twang going on and on, which he doesn’t mind - the guy’s voice is nice. The bed is comfortable. The room is warm and dry and it’s about a thousand times better than sleeping in his car for two nights.

He kicks off his boots and he’s still nodding when he falls back, drowsy and relaxed, and falls asleep to Fidds’s voice explaining how the room’s available for a few weeks, as long as Stan’s up to working on a farm.

Stan wakes a few hours later to a plate of dinner sitting on the bedside table and some banjo tunes being plucked out somewhere outside. He looks out the window and sees Fidds sitting under a tree, sticking his tongue out as he adjusts the strings on his banjo before looking up and waving cheerfully at Stan. Stan waves back.

He wouldn’t mind staying here for longer than a couple nights, he guesses. Working on a farm wouldn’t be too bad.

(Throughout the weeks, they learn things about each other - like how Fidds’s family wants him to marry a nice girl, have a few kids, inherit the farm, forget about computers and physics and college - and how Stan’s dad kicked him out for ruining his brother’s future, and how his brother hasn’t talked to him in months and probably won’t for years)

(and once the vacuum is done, they try selling it together, and it goes well - until the vacuums are so strong that one dummy gets their arm sucked up into it right up to their shoulder, and someone says they lose a hamster to one - not that the dummy or the hamster suffer anything worse than minor injuries, but an angry mob chases Stan and Fidds right out of Tennessee and through Arkansas and all the way to Texas, where they find themselves feeling kind of despondent in some seedy little motel, and then Stan turns to Fidds and asks “Hey, you know anything about making the adhesive on the backs of bandages better? Or maybe just less painful?” and Fidds’s eyebrows shoot up and the manic gleam is back, and needless to say, they spend the rest of autumn being chased from one city to the next.)

[rrenzwrld]

more golden retriever connie bsf + alt black reader hcs that just make sense to me bc he has a painfully obvious crush on you

well.. i did say y’all would see more of them 🤷🏽‍♀️

i’ll work on more connie x bimbo cheerleader hcs too bc they’re also a fan favorite + lmk if i’m doing too much connie stuff, i just have lots of ideas for him💀

anyways enjoy! 🤭

— connie calls you his goth gf even though you correct him every single time.. he even has that as your contact name in his phone so he won’t have to change it when y’all get together

“you’re delusional, connie.”

“it’s called manifesting, get with it bae.”

— if you get a bf, he’ll get all jealous but he secretly gets happy if the relationship doesn’t work out

— you come to him with whatever problems you might have even if you call him at 2am, he’s up with you.. sleepy and all

— his mom absolutely loves you and likes to refer to you as her daughter in law when she talks to connie but he just laughs it off

— your mom likes him and your dad only really tolerates him bc he thinks connie is full of too much energy (he’s really old fashioned)

“is that boy on that stuff? because if he is—“

“no, dad. i guess he’s just happy to live.”

“he a lil too happy for me, needa sit his ass down somewhere.”

— sometimes you don’t even have to call him when you get off bc he makes sure to ask for your work schedule everytime you get a new one

— you’ve probably only came to two of his games and he’ll honestly tell you they were two of the best games he’s ever played

“i’m sure you always play good…”

“yeah but like, i felt like i played a lot better with you being there”

— he vents to his friends about how he really feels abt you and he gets mixed reactions

“tell her how you feel!”

“nope, don’t do that. you’ll ruin a friendship.”

“just do it! she probably feels the same way.”

— yeah he’s stroking himself to you some nights but he regrets it later bc he knows he probably shouldn’t want to fuck his best friend

— but little does he know… you catching feelings too and you’re falling for him. you fallin for him hard

[jusalle]

Richarlison Imagine💛

" Nice to see you again "

Yall needa give me some more suggestions!

You and Richarlison were very busy people.

You played for Barcelona women's team. You always loved to play football since you were a kid, always had a dream to play for the top teams. Now that you did play for one of the top teams in clubs, which meant you had to travel alot for your matches.

Now for your boyfriend, the one and only Richarlison De Andrade. He played for Brazil, which also meant he traveled alot and was busy in general.

Right now you had just played a match against Manchester City, you guys had won although it was a tough match especially they were good but the score ended in

3-0

You and your team went into the lockerooms and went to change. After you packed all your things and headed out of the stadium, you went to your car and started it up and decided to go back to the apartment you were just staying at temporarily because you had to travel for the match and needed somewhere to stay until next match.

Now you made it into your apartment and put all of your things down and went on to your bed and pulled out your phone. Then your phone started ringing, you awnserd.

"Congratulations Bébe, you did so good on your game!. I'm sorry I can't go to any of your games often." Richarlison said

You knew Richarlison couldn't make to most of your games because it's either, he has a game,practice or just busy with football. You missed him and he missed you to.

It's been 6 months you guys have been apart

Although little did he know, that I was going to suprise him at his match tomorrow against Serbia.

"Thank you, Meu Amor and don't worry, I understand your busy Bébe"

You guys spend a few hours on the phone talking about football and random things that been happening.

Then you noticed it was getting late so you said your goodbyes to Richarlison and went to bed.

••••

You woke up to your alarm beeping loudly, you shut it off and looked at the time.

5:13

The time was perfect because Richarlison match starts at 7.

So you got out of bed and went into the bathroom and took a shower then got dressed and ate and cleaned around the apartment a little.

By now it was 6:25

You decided it was a good time to leave since the time you get there, it will probably be close to 7.

You got all of your essentials and headed outside to your car and got in and started driving, can't stop thinking about seeing your boyfriend after 6 whole months without seeing eachother.

As you got towards the stadium. You got out your car and began walking into the stadium and going in and find your seat.

The time you found your seat, it was 6:55. So only 5 minutes before the game starts.

The saw Serbia and Brazil practicing on the field before the match started.

You hoped that everything goes smoothly.

You tried not to worry much as the match starts.

You recognized Neymar,Paquetá,Silva and many more.

You looked for Richarlison.

Finally you saw the bright white hair and the number 9.

You seeing him after so long, made you feel so happy because you missed him.

The game was very interesting. Neymar was practically getting attacked by every member in Serbia.

Then it was half time

You could tell Richarlison was getting stressed because it was still tied and they needed to atleast score somthing.

Half time ended

Then they procced to play

Finally at the 63rd minute Richarlison made an amazing goal and I was so proud of him. You just wanted to go down there to congratulate him but you knew you had to wait to the end of the match.

As Richarlison made the goal he did a celebration that made your heart melt.

Richarlison made a heart with his hands then pointed at the camera.

You laughed at the act because he knew you watched his games on the TV and he thinks your watching it on TV right now but in reality your at the stadium. Watching him

A few minutes past

Then at the 73rd minute

Richarlison made the most beautiful goal. You've ever seen

It was his infamous Bicycle Kick. He always loved to show you this trick when he practiced with you.

The rest of the game plays and it still stays at 2-0. Brazil ends up winning and Richarlison is loving it, since he made the 2 goals.

As time passes you saw him leave the field and go into the lockerooms. That was your sign to wait outside of the stadium for him.

So you jogged quickly outside and wait there.

You finally saw that white bright hair and you smile instantly.

He didn't see you because he was to distracted by his phone.

As he gets closer,closer and closer, he's still distracted by his phone. You decide to mess with him.

"May I get your autograph Richarlison, I'm a huge fan" you said in a high pitch voice so he wouldn't know it was you.

He still had his head down looking at his phone.

"Yeah of cour-" finally he lifted his head

You laugh at him because his face was so priceless.

He couldn't belive you were here, in front of his eyes.

"Hola Meu Amor" you said with the biggest grin.

He didn't even say anything, he just instantly hugged you.

"Were you here the whole time I was playing Y/n?" he said quietly still try to comprehend what's happening

"Yes Bébe I watched the whole game, congrats on the 2 points and that last kick was a beautiful goal Meu Amor"

"It's so nice to see you again Y/n"

He kissed you instantly. You missed his hugs and kisses and his gentle touch.

The kiss was so sweet then it turned passionate.

My breathing was getting heavier from how intense the kiss was.

I gasp as his thumb aligned with my jaw and tiled my head back to deepen the kiss

I need him so bad

We break apart from the kiss, breathing heavily

"Meu Amor" I said almost desperately

His beautiful light brown eyes went to my lips for a good second then found my gaze.

His eyes softend ever so softly

"I need you y/n so bad" He whispered in my ear

"Please"

I wanted to say something but I was so suprised how desperate he sounded for me. It made my knees weak and my mouth dry. Unable to speak

Although I knew he knew that I wanted him so desperately by the way my body went so weak for him.

Then the next thing I knew was that his soft lips met mine.

HELLO! My lovelies Ik brazil lost today and is eliminated sadly 😞 but I'm still very proud of them. I know this imagine is kinda long but I hope you guys like it.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Where The Heart Is

A/N ::: I don't have the words to express how fucking down bad I am for Katsuki in the last episode of MHA that I watched. He was wearing a navy blue wife beater, black pants that sat just above where his ankles were and some kind of black loafer? Idk shit about fancy men's shoes. And trust that they wouldn't be on him long if he were in the same space as me.

C/W ::: (F!reader) Y/n is caught in villain fight, Kats can't find her and sets forth to do so, Soft Katsuki, Lovey Katsuki, dare I say romantic? No, I shan't. You decide. Oral {M->F}, Unprotected P->V, lovey dovey kissy kissy. Leave me alone. I love him and his fucking ankles.

Song Inspo ::: Gods & Monsters // Lana Del Rey

"When you talk, it's like a movie

And you're making me crazy

'Cause life imitates art

If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?

You tell me, "Life isn't that hard"

ProHero!Kats hitting the streets looking for you after one of the worst fights with the villains in years. Buildings are demolished. People - bodies - are strewn about in the streets. From street lights. On cars. There is no sign of you anywhere.

He knows you're out here somewhere. You were going to the store to buy a bottle of champagne to properly celebrate the two of you moving in together. But still, he can't see you.

Katsuki's heart begins to race. He's starting to panic. The villains could have taken you, or worse, you could be hurt and unable to call for help. He's running through the streets, dodging debris, and looking everywhere for any sign of you.

Finally, he spots your favorite hoodie, crumpled up in a corner. He picks it up and instantly smells your perfume. You're out here, and he's going to find you. He can't stop now.

Katsuki calls out your name, hoping that you'll hear him and respond. He's walking faster now, and he can hear his heart beating in his ears. He's running, looking everywhere, tripping over the rubble because his eyes are glued to his surroundings, not what's underfoot.

He can't give up. He won't give up. You have to be out here somewhere, and he's going to find you.

There's a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He whips around and sees you, standing in the middle of the street. You’re covered in dust, there are pieces of god knows what in your hair. Katsuki lets out a cry of relief and sprints toward you, scooping you up in his arms and holding you tightly to his chest.

"Katsuki, what's wrong? Why are you out here?" you ask, confused. "Did something happen?"

He sits you down and cups your face in his hands, searching your person for any signs of injury. "You're okay. You're okay." He lets out a shaky breath and presses his forehead against yours. "God, I was … worried about you."

"What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be okay? What happened?"

Katsuki explains what happened, and you realize how lucky you were to have made it through the chaos unscathed. You wrap your arms around him and hold him tight, grateful that he found you. Grateful he, too, was unharmed.

"I'm okay, Katsuki," you reassure him. "I'm right here. I'm safe."

He looks down at you, his eyes full of concern. "Promise me you won't leave me again."

"I promise," you reply. "I'm yours, forever."

Katsuki cradles your face in his hands and kisses you softly. "You are my hero, y/n. Don't ... don't ever forget that."

He picks you up and carries you home, sitting you down on the porch of your new little home. Brushing your hair aside, he kisses you. 

Hard. Heavy. Desperately. He unlocks the door and his lips don't leave yours the whole way to the bedroom. "I - I gotta … feel you, y/n. Needa feel you ... please ... I ... I ..."

"Shhhhh, it's okay, Katsuki. It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here." You wrap your arms around him and hold him close, his face pressed against your neck as he takes deep, ragged breaths. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Katsuki lets out a deep sigh and pulls back, gazing into your eyes. "I was so scared that ..."

You lift his navy blue wife beater over his shoulders and head and sit it down on the chair. Kissing his neck you move your lips down to his abdomen and you start to undo his black pants. "I love you." You pull your face back long enough to remind him that you’re still ok. 

Katsuki lets you undress him, his body shaking slightly as he lets out another deep breath. He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around you, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Please ... I need you, y/n. Please."

You finish undressing him and climb into the bed, pulling him on top of you. He looks down at you, his eyes full of love and desire, and you feel your heart flutter. He leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

Katsuki sits back and looks down at you, his eyes roaming your body as he reaches down and caresses your thighs. He trails his fingers up your sides, making you shiver. He leans forward and kisses your neck, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I want you, y/n. I need you. Please, lemme have you."

You let out a soft moan as Katsuki kisses you, his lips traveling down your body, his hands massaging your breasts. He moves his mouth down to your navel, his tongue dipping into your belly button, making you arch your back.

Katsuki pulls away and looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. "You're so beautiful. Wanna taste you." He slides down further and presses his mouth against your core, his tongue flicking against your clit. You let out a soft gasp as he slides his fingers inside of you, curling them and stroking you gently.

He fucks you with his hand, his fingers moving faster, his tongue swirling around your clit. You grab the back of his head and press it against you, your hips bucking against his mouth as you cry out his name.

He pulls away and crawls back up your body, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips, and you moan into his mouth. Katsuki reaches down and guides himself into you, letting out a low groan as he enters you. He begins to move, his thrusts slow and gentle, his breath hot against your neck.

"Katsuki, I ... I love you ..."

"I love ... ah, fuck ... you ... so fucking much." He thrusts harder, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, making you gasp and moan. He pulls you on top of him, and you straddle him, his hands on your hips as you ride him.

Katsuki lets out a groan as you grind against him, his cock sliding in and out of you. He reaches down and strokes your clit, making you cry out as you come hard, your body trembling.

He flips you onto your back and fucks you hard, his thrusts quick and deep. He lets out a low growl as he comes, his cock pulsing inside of you.

You lie in each other's arms, your bodies covered in a light blanket of sweat, your breathing heavy. Katsuki kisses your forehead and smiles down at you, his eyes filled with love and relief. "I'm glad you're safe, y/n."

"I'll always be with you, Kats," you whisper. "I promise."

He pulls you closer and kisses you softly, his hands stroking your hair. "You're all I want."

You rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat singing to you. You close your eyes and let out a contented sigh. You're home.

Not the building around you. But in his arms. 

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[kaeru483]

~friday writing share~

i low key forgot about friday being the share day, so i was excited to write more lol

The rain has finally stopped as I make my way back to the apothecary. Needa’s left for the evening already, so the shop is locked up and dark. I enter the sales floor and lock the door behind me, and I see a note taped to the wall near the staircase as I head up to my room above. 

“Thalia – I hope you’re ok! Come by for breakfast if you’re up to it. We should talk. Love, Needa”

I smile to myself, but it fades quickly as I remember the heavy book with the frightening warning Linden had given me. I take it up to my room, light a candle, and sit on my bed. The only way to attack this problem is head on, I say to myself, as I open the tome and begin scanning through the book. I am careful not to tear the thin pages as I turn them, running my eyes along line after line of text. I flip through until I see an image on one of the pages that catches my breath in my throat.

An image of a naked man, standing as if he is floating above the ground, is surrounded by emanating lines– as if he is glowing. I stare intently at the illustration, flipping through flashes of my nightmares of my mother and the man in the market. On the same page, opposite the image, is a description:

“Imbuing is the act of Magics choosing the Mystic vessel to grant The Gift. When this will happen is entirely up to nature, leaving those who are not taught of the ways of Magics woefully unprepared. Imbuing is an awe-inspiring moment where the Mystic and the Magics become one in a golden bond. A true Mystic will be able to attune their minds to the sound of Magics as it resonates through them through the imbuing process. Others may be doomed to madness, or worse.”

I stare at the words before me as my brain slowly adds the pieces together. The glowing, screaming man…he was imbuing. He had been chosen by Magics, but without any Mystics around to help him, he couldn’t handle it. I feel a single tear fall from my eye as I remember the way the man grabbed my wrist and stared into me with his golden eyes. Beyond the glow, he looked purely terrified– not of Ash or the rain or the crowd watching, but of the horrible twisting of his whole being as he became imbued with ancient magic. Was he afraid of the repercussions of becoming Mystic? Did he even know what was happening? I wipe the sole tear from my cheek and lie the book on the table near my bed. The sound of Ash's sword piercing the man's neck resonates through my mind as I lie on my back.

Staring at the ceiling, I start to wonder when my mom would have been imbued. I never saw anything to suggest it had happened while I was alive. But would she have married my father if she had known she was a Mystic? Did he only find out after the coup? Somewhere in my long line of internal questions, sleep drifts over me.

I’m in the garden, but I am older now. My mother is knelt down, picking at weeds near some herbs at the opposite end of the garden. I am relieved to see her, but terror takes over as she stands to her feet. Beyond the skies cries a loud inhuman shriek, a tone so loud and unnatural I flinch. My mother looks to me, and I begin running towards her. She smiles and reaches out her hand, as the golden glow takes over her. I am running, but as I run the garden keeps expanding. I feel branches snap beneath my feet, but I’m not getting any closer. I scream to her, but it is enveloped entirely by the horrible drone. She is exploding in a glow of light that blinds me–

My eyes bolt open as the sun shines through my window. The room is silent but my ears are still ringing from my dream. 

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@sunshineshadowcast

[lockandkeyhyena]

ok i needa talk about it and put my thoughts down somewhere ppl can read so like cw for violent/kinda gross intrusive thoughts under the cut no need to read it i just need to talk about it

so im used to having intrusive thoughts (mostly visual) that make me want to throw up but usually they dont last super long they mostly come in flashes or i can distract myself from them after a few minutes or at the very least theyre bearable (sexual intrusive thoughts are gross but they dont make me physically feel sick) but yesterday at about 10pm the visual of a crowbar sticking under someones kneecap and wrenching it off came into my head out of nowhere and no matter what i do i cant distract myself from it for more than a couple of seconds its so strong in my head idk if ive ever had one this strong and i swear i can FEEL it physically like watching a horror movie and getting sympathy pains or something and it still hasnt gone away. the only other intrusive thoughts i ever get this strong are graphic visual self harm ones. it helps if i cover the area like when i get my self harm ones i bandage up my wrists and the thoughts calm down a bit like the pressure and thought of “i cant get a knife in there because they are covered” helps but it hasnt really helped with this new one. i dont get afraid im going to DO my intrusive thoughts theyre just images that stick in my head and logicing them sometimes helps???? idk. anyway idk what im talking about i just wanted to get something out there if you read this far tysm u are swag

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

Claybrooke Hixon-Ranch Details

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Once again, these ain't ranch related entries. But I just gotta talk about everything I learned today! I found out the most shocking news! Kip and Kit told me everything about them.....

"So you're both outlaws?" They nodded. "And Kit pretends to be a...well...brothel...folk...?" Another nod from em. "And...you was gonna rob me...?" "I was...I just...you were so sweet and I'm real, real sorry, Claybrooke...." "Don't be...I mean...it's a lot to process and all but after all ya had a change a heart. That means something, right?" I asked. Kit nodded "That's real sweet n' all but...we needa think of a plan. Where we gonna go?" Kip asked. "Well...where's this train headed?" "North but we can hop off or switch at the next station." "North is just about perfect." "How come?" "Well...it's where my ranch is! And I figured ya both could reside there with me for awhile?" "You'd do that for us...?" "After all the trouble I caused...all the hell I've been raisin ya-?" "After finding out what I am-?" "Look, I know yall ain't perfect but no one is! And I don't mind. You guys clearly ain't bad folks just a tad misguided and I...well I really care about ya both...so lemme just give ya this!" It was silent for a moment before Kip spoke up again. "I'm sorry for misjudgin' ya before, Claybrooke. You're...you're a fine fella." "It's not your fault." "How d'ya mean?" "Hadda learn it somewhere." "I spose so...." "But I forgive you." "Thanks...." I smiled at him.

The train had headed north for quite awhile, long enough we'd all fallen asleep and didn't get there until the sun was back again. I woke up first once the train stopped and immediately recognized my hometown. I gasped and woke up everyone with a holler and a hop. I might as well been a rooster. Kit and Kip jolted awake and looked up. "We there yet?" Kit asked. I pulled her up and swung her in my arms in a big circle. "Sure are! And I can't wait to show ya my ranch! And my hometown! And all my cows! Ohhhhh I hope my folks are 'round! They'll just love ya! And my ma can cook yall dinner a-" "-Let's ditch this here train! Before it takes off again!" We all got off and headed towards town. I ran off with them to my ranch and Kit's face was priceless. "Wow Claybrooke...it's beautiful...." "Thank ya! I love it here, I really really do!" "It is rather nice here, heifer." "Thank ya, kindly, outlaw." Kit got a worried look on her face "Your parents aren't gonna mind we were here, right?" "Oh please, company is company! Any friend o' mine is a friend of their's. No questions asked." "Oh how lovely! I can't wait to spend this time with ya!" "I'm excited, too." "Good ta know! I can't wait to spend it with ya."

[anotherrandoperson]

I hate even days and I hate wolverine Wednesday so obviously tommarows both. gonna be stuck in French extra long tommarow. and my friends abandoning me to go to another class cause that's the whole point of wolverine Wednesday it's basically just a time for anyone who needs to go to other classes to finish work and stuff to do that. but it's annoying cause if you don't have somewhere to go your stuck in your second class of the day for way longer than normal. and then like my French teachers wierd and not in the good way she's kinda rude and she half the time doesn't rember what she's teaching expects us to do flash cards for vocab but doesn't really give translations. I don't do the flash cards and if she trys to yell at me for it there's a whole reason why I don't. also like the whole no phones thing I use my phone to check on my heart rate stuff sometimes cause sometimes it easier to see how things are going in the app than it is the watch but like we have no phones or headphones rule. I'm actually going to ask my doctor about being able to get the note stuff for headphones and maybe something about how I needa get around the halls with my mobility issues and stuff. I wish we were aloud to request teacher changes but unless you have evidence of something to be able to file a report you can't. like only reason I was able to leave my creepy old English teachers class in 7th grade was because he touched me wierd {only on my arm but it was still really weird and he used a kinda flirty line} and my mom reported it to the school they had me fill out an incident report and then I was changed English classes like that. and the next year a couple kids got a dni for me. like they were not aloud to sit near me talk to me anything cause of stuff they did on the bus. I'm so rambley probably cause I haven't really been able to get my talk out lately cause I haven't felt comfortable. and I was so out of it my last therapist appointment but my mom talked to them about stuff to do regarding some of my issues cause I couldn't really function.

[powerfule]

bruh i just needa get this out somewhere cause it legitimately makes me so mad. I keep seeing Awsten talking about his moldavite ring. That is cool and all, you do you. However I then proceed to see him talk about how as soon as he touched it that apparently all this bad shit started happening to him. See that's where I start getting angry, because correlation is not causation here. Those things were going to happen whether he touched it or not. I know damn well if he didn't touch the ring and those things happened, he would of chalked it up to a bad week or some other bullshit. like bro. Awsten has to be the second most gullible person I've ever seen, if not the most gullible. Esp with all the other shit he believes in... (Aka that healer he has come round.)

[marcusrobertobaq]

It's implied some of Loki's children are in the digital realm like, for example, Hel and Odin's son. I wonder if they're alive by modern day. Basim/Loki already reunited with Alethea after ages, now they gonna look for 'em kids.

Idk if all of 'em survived the Toba Catastrophe but maybe if they're somewhere in the gray...? What if he finds 'em children in there and the same "we needa find a body to hold the consciousness so we're in the physical world reunited" again? Would he make a deal with templars? Cuz Abstergo is the one making these mad scientist shit.

I'm really worried what mfs gon do about this plot. Basim's shit ain't finished and I got the impression they gon end his shit in a comic like they did with Juno or just skip time and make few mentions in next games.

The RPG trilogy was basically bout origins, esp ISU one. Mirage was supposed to be a DLC from Valhalla expanding on Basim so I kinda get the deal here.

Still...I'm kinda curious 🤔 cuz real shit bout sages lore we only had Aita and "kinda" the Norse group - they ain't a bug in the matrix like Aita, mfs only revive one time when the DNA finally clicks and they all already dead - except for Basim (Loki).

I mean, there still some shit to explore from Mirage's end to Valhalla in the "ISU" sense (there's the comic but, well), for example, Loki's days in prison, the war, his death, his children destiny - I'm talking about a game giving all this information. But I don't think will be a thing.

Man, I'm really interested in Basim - since Valhalla. Not only Basim but the ISU lore per se. Not joking.

Assassin's vs Templars is the game's root but, ugh, it's kinda the same thing every time? I like when we got morally gray mfs - assassins with templars ideals, templars with assassin ideals, characters exploring both sides of the coin, challenging the assassin's creed (like Basim did) or challenging the templar's "creed". Idk, that's just my opinion, I honestly don't see good guys vs bad guys in all this. They both got downsides and hypocrisy, it's from each individual - corruption and interests are everywhere. Assassins and Templars are 2 teams that need each other to exist and I don't think shit will ever end - maybe when both cease to exist but a new order will begin and from this new order another group to fight against the order again and the cicle continues.

[safetyqueenofhell]

Uh, News?

((its ‘pume rants about life” time))

So uh...hi guys. Funny story. I started out this blog because I loved the headcanon, but was at first hesitant to because of my gender identity or rather, I felt shitty for putting the words in the mouth of a transgender character when I myself was cis. This is a feeling I’ve pretty much always had about the transgender community. I always liked to think myself supportive of this community, but because of a certain rhetoric that plagued me as a kid I never really felt as though I was allowed to relate.

My older sister was a bitch. I dont know if she is now, all I know is that she doesnt wanna feel like ‘the bad guy’ anymore so I’m not allowed to bring it up. She used to draw pictures of me dying in horrible painful ways and talk about how happy thinking of me being mutilated made her. She used to take pictures of me in the shower and show her friends. Eventually convinced mom to force me to watch her shower and let her sleep in my bed with me. Her reasoning to my mother was that she was afraid of serial killers and didnt want to be alone. What she told me was that if someone were to attack she wanted someone else for them to go after, and she loved mom, my dad, and my little sister too much to hurt them. I was expendable.

She also really liked yaoi. There was pretty much gay porn always on the search history of the family computer whenever I tried to look up kingdom hearts or naruto characters. She would causally joke with her friends that she she would trade me for a cute little uke brother in a heartbeat. 

When I was 13 I realized I was totally into girls. I (very famously) announced over the dinner table that I was a lesbian while asking my grandma to pass me the potatoes in the same sentence. My older sister was furious. She’d take every opportunity to tell me that I was making it up. That I wasnt really a lesbian, and in fact I was a horrible person for pretending to be a lesbian and invalidating the real struggles of the LGBT community.

This is not the first time I would hear shit like this from her. 

Also around this time I started bringing duct tape to school with me. Every day I’d sneak the tape into my backpack, then go to school and strap my breasts down in the bathroom. I didnt really know what it would accomplish, but I liked it. I liked seeing my breasts disappear under my shirt.  It wasnt the same as being allowed into the boys locker room like I wanted, but it was close enough. 

I started reading books about girls dressing up as boys going on adventures. Not just ‘Mulan’ shit (in fact I came to resent the movie because it is by far the most well known but also the worst depiction of the trope) but also Leviathan, Song of the Lioness, and to a lesser extent The Monstrous Regiment (which is hilarious & gay as all fuck 100% recommend) More then anything I wanted to pass for a boy, even before I knew what transgender was. I cut my hair, I wore the boys school uniform when I left home to go to boarding school, I fantasized about kindling a romance with my roommate. This wasnt to be, alas, (even tho Missa is a literal perfect human being and I love the shit out of her) but I did get to experiment with girls in the form of my first girlfriend ‘E’ and the girl who took my virginity, ‘C’. 

When I went home for the first time it was like returning to the darkness. I didnt realize how much I hated my home until I went back that first winter break. I would talk about my experiences (And since I had 0 shame) would also talk about girls. My sister wasnt having it. She’d shut me down in front of my own parents, insisting that I wasnt Bi because she’d never seen any of my girlfriends. Mom wanted us to repair our relationship so she’d make me drive around the street in circles talking to my sister as she repeatedly beat me down. 

The next couple of years at school were pretty much blended together. I became something of a “Come Out Kid” in that, for some reason, I was the first person a lot of people told when they started having homosexual or gender divergent thoughts. Particularly girls who didnt know they liked girls until they met me. Coupled with my sister’s abuse, this kinda gave me a fucked up sorta ego that makes other people uncomfortable to this day. I almost force myself not to believe so many people came out because it seems like it couldnt have happened, how could the disgusting leech of a person my sister convinced me I was have so many people be attracted to her? Even still, a fucked up multi-faceted ego is still very much an ago, so I had the confidence to date both boys and girls. I dont wanna get into it now but was also molested by both boys and girls. One of my best friends ‘A’ made her transition, and around senior year I began to suspect that I might be on the agender side as well. My other best friend ‘M’ told me that I only wanted to “Join A on the bandwagon” and I believed him instantly because that was the kind of fucked up person I was. 

I came home for break one year and saw my little sister had no contact with any boys at 13, which I found strange considering me and my older sister only hung out with boys at that age. my little sister’s dance studio was run by an entire staff of lesbians who were always incredibly supportive of sexuality and self expression. I thought it only natural that if my sister were gay then she’d probably be open about it. I suggested it to my mom. she threatened to disown me. when i said that was homophobic, she called me a monster for daring to call her such a horrible word. No, she wasnt homophobic. what she was was a mother of a confused 13 year old girl, and would not stand for me trying to police her young, undeveloped sexuality by saying the word ‘lesbian’ in front of her. 

That very same summer my older sister harassed me in a public restaurant making fun of the time “grace thought she was gay but was only faking for attention” and I looked into my mothers eyes as she said nothing. 

Cut to freshman year of college my older sister was graduating, and I was experimenting with my gender. My sister was ironically a psych major and graduating that year. Since I was forced to care about her again mom tried to force us to love each other by (you guessed it) more stuffing us in a car together and driving around. I admitted that I might be a boy. When I talked about wanting to look and fit in with boys she said if I ‘need to rely on societal norms to justify yourself you’re an anti-feminist and hate yourself for being a woman’ when i said that it just felt right she once again demanded ‘proof’ and went in idiotic circles from there until she slammed the breaks and said she said that I just hate myself and am desperate to be anything other then myself and I’m incredibly pathetic for doing so. She then said that if I were really a boy she’d love and accept me. But I’m not. she said that she forgives me for being such a horrible little sister and its high time i love myself too. she went on to say I’ve been faking my mental illness and I’ve always hated her for no reason and im ruining her life blah blah blah whatever. 

Tragic backstory unlocked you get it. 

Cut to now. Cut to making this blog. Cut to having the upmost respect and adoration to anyone who is able to come out of the closet. Not disgusting fetishists like myself, real people with real problems to overcome. I loved trans marco and related to her greatly, and made this blog. but soon people started asking me questions. asking for advice. and how the hell could I help? i had no idea what it was like to be trans. All my life I had only pretended to be LGBT so boys would pay attention to me. what could I possibly tell them? I started to look up terminology. I started to read memoirs. I might be a horrible fetishist who spits on the struggles of people who suffer by my mere existence, but goddamnit if anyone is looking at this blog I’m going to do my best to help them through their struggles. I’d agonize for days any time i got an ask about trans issues, trying to make the wording perfect to make up for the fact that i was cis scum capitalizing on the ‘fad’ of trans issues.

and you know fucking what. everything i found. everything i read. all of it i related to. all of it validated me. I thought about it, wrote down my feelings, talked to friends, and pretty much everyone agreed that why the fuck would i even lie about something like this? what could i possibly have to gain?

this is a whole lotta rambling for a whole little payoff. I guess what I’m trying to say is that...like. 

I think I’m a boy. I think I’ve always been one. 

I dont know if thats the same as being MtF or where the divergence between the experiences lay but. Every time i get mistaken for male i just get this flower of happiness in my heart. thats literally the image that comes to mind. just. happy. happiness rushing through my veins like glittery as fuck happy.

Idk what I even hope to accomplish with this. maybe I hope that, since I cant really come out to my family, I just want someone to...witness me? i dunno. But, Trans!marco helped me, even though I dont share any of her internal conflicts directly. So maybe someone else is reading this too. maybe someone else has been told they’re a faker. maybe someone else’s mother accused them of just trying to ‘get a reaction’ maybe someone else heard that mother bragging to her friends at dinner parties about how brave caitlyn jenner is and patting herself on the back for supporting her. but thank you everyone who has sent me asks. Thanks to all of you. I havent been paying much attention to this blog, and maybe the hiatus is gonna go on a little longer, but thanks to all of you for sticking with me. I love all of you. bless.

-Pume

[plussizeficchick]

‘Til the End│Fezco x Reader

Warnings: Season 2 episode 2 spoilers, C*l Jacobs, written with a black chubby reader in mind, though race-neutral

Rue’s Narration

What could be said about (Y/N) (Y/LN). To be honest, I don’t fucking know. She never did like to get into her home life. Anytime I’d asked, I always got the same answer. “Fez is my family. Where he goes, I go.” Whatever that meant. I mean, it was clear that they loved each other, they’ve been together since they were in high school, so I guess it’d be expected of her to say that. Still, she was a mystery. A mystery that only Fez was able to solve.

She took care of him. Both him and Ashtray, and oftentimes Fez wonders what kind of life she could’ve had if she’d never met him. But then she comes rounding the corner with some dessert she’d baked with the biggest smile on her face and he’d think that maybe she did love him. Maybe she is in it for the long haul. So he basks in it, her love, and hopes she can feel it too.

(Y/N) was at the NYE party. She’d wanted to get a head start with Fez’s business, so with the small amount of supply she had, she set to work getting customers. When Fez showed up he’d do all the heavy dealing, for now, she’d just get the ball rolling. She was walking through the house, bumping into wasted teens as she smoked her blunt. Fez had recently gotten some new rolling papers and she wanted to test them out. She was leaving a room when in the corner of her eye, she saw blonde hair swaying. She turned her head slightly, not wanting to make it obvious that she was looking at the couple in case they saw her, but from what she saw, they wouldn’t be looking up anytime soon. It was a blonde that (Y/N) wasn’t familiar with, but she’d recognize that dark hair from anywhere. The Jacobs boy. The same boy that got her home raided. She saw them entering the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind them. Hmm. That may come in handy.

She makes her way to an empty couch, bringing the spliff up to her mouth and taking a deep inhale. She blows out the smoke and kicks back, waiting for more pillheads to flock to her.

It's not even twenty minutes later when she feels the couch dip beside her, “Hey, ma! Whatchu’ doin’ here by yourself?” She hears from a familiar voice. She turns and sees her boyfriend, eyes immediately lighting up. “Babe! When’d you get here?” She asks, handing the blunt to him. He takes the blunt and pulls, blowing the smoke into her face. “Few minutes ago, Ash somewhere getting started.” He says, sitting back. (Y/N) immediately gets into their cuddling position, her back against his chest, one foot slightly put up on the couch. “Everything went okay at the meet?” She asked, taking the blunt back from him. “As good as it can go with Rue there.” He jokes, drawing a chuckle from her. She was about to answer when she felt the couch dip again. They both look up to see Rue’s friend Lexi, looking distraught. “Lexi?” (Y/N) asked, sitting up slightly to look at her. Looking up, Lexi looks at the couple. “Oh, hey! Um, by any chance have either of you seen my sister? I’ve been looking everywhere for her.” She said, eyes scanning the room. (Y/N) furrowed her brows, “I didn’t know you had a sister. What she look like?” She asked. Lexi pulled out her phone and showed them a picture of her sister. (Y/N) immediately recognizes her as the blonde girl that was with Nate. “Oh yeah, I seen ol’ girl in the hallway. Over there.” (Y/N) pointed her in the direction where she’d last seen the girl. Smiling, Lexi got up and went in the direction given. The couple glanced at each other before Fez presses a kiss to her head, taking the last of the blunt from her. They settled back into each other, talking about any and everything.

–

Throughout the night, Lexi had periodically sat and chatted with the couple, mainly (Y/N) because they seemed to have more in common, when suddenly Fez tapped his girlfriend’s thigh. “Hey, so I got something I needa do. Can you grab Ash and wait in the car, f’me?” He asked. Knowing what that means, (Y/N) nodded, wrapping up her conversation with Lexi. “Hey, so I gotta get going but, you’re pretty chill, you know? You mind if I text you?” She asked, holding her phone out to Lexi. Blushing, Lexi shook her head, “Not at all. Hit me up, whenever.” She said, shuffling awkwardly. Chuckling, (Y/N) sent her a wink. “See you around.” She waved, making her way to the back to find Ashtray.

She spots him after a few minutes of looking around, making her way over to him. “Yo, Fez says it’s time to pack it up.” Nodding, Ashtray starts putting everything away, ignoring the calls of customers trying to buy.

They make their way through the crowd, when (Y/N) doubles back, looking for Fez. “Aye, you get the car started, I’m gonna look for Fez real quick.” Shrugging his shoulders, Ashtray takes the keys and goes to start the car.

The countdown is starting and (Y/N) is looking around the sea of partygoers for her boyfriend. She sees Rue and Jules, but notices that they’re talking rather intimately, so she continues her search. Suddenly, she hears glass breaking and people screaming. She follows everyone making their way to see the scuffle, pushing people out of her way. She comes to see Fez’s fist make a sickening impact to Nate’s face, blood gushing from his nose. “Fez- Fez! Stop, let’s go!” She yells, hoping her voice can reach him. Fez falters a bit, stopping his movements for a few seconds before he makes a final blow to Nate’s face, standing over him.

He turns, his eyes softening when they land on her. She gives a brief smile before grabbing his arm, a brief gotta get out of here slipping past her lips as she quickly grabs his green sweater and pulls him to make a dash to the car. “I told you to wait with Ash.” Fez says, as they get into the back seat together. Ashtray pulls away and speeds off, narrowly missing the cops.

Rue’s Narration

That night, (Y/N) and Fez spent the night just holding each other. They knew that fucking up Nate would mean trouble, but as far as they were concerned, as long as they had each other, they’d be okay.

A Few Weeks Later(still Rue’s Narration)

(Y/N) and Lexi had pretty much became like best friends. It first started with texting, (Y/N) sending her good morning texts, sometimes just checking in. Then it progressed to them really talking about their interests. Eventually, they were facetiming like old girlfriends, catching up with each other. Lexi updated her on things with her life, what’s going on with her friends. She even filled (Y/N) in on drama that she had been completely oblivious to. It was nice for the both of them. To have a friend. A real one you could depend on. (Y/N) was especially thankful for it now.

“So, yeah. And fucking Cassie. I don’t know why but she told on Fez. Like, told Nate’s dad everything.” Lexi grumbled over the phone. (Y/N) paused on her cooking to focus on Lexi. “She what?”

–

Rue’s Narration

Okay, so one thing I do know about (Y/N) is that you do not fuck with her family. Like at all. Once, a customer got a bit too aggressive with Fez, so she was already pretty pissed. But then the guy said something about Ashtray, and she didn’t hesitate to pull out a gun from her waist and smack the shit out the guy. The emotion on her face, or rather, lack thereof, was the only time I’d ever seen her upset.

So, this whole “Cassie-snitch” thing was some real uncharted territory. For both Ashtray and Fez.

“Yo ma, what’s got you all worked up?” Fez asked, leaning against the counter. (Y/N) was pacing back and forth, looking at her phone and biting the tip of her acrylic. “Nothing, it's just- You remember that girl we talked to on NYE? At the party?” She asked, looking into his eyes. He nods, urging her to continue. “Well, her sister decided to snitch and tell Nate’s dad who fucked him up.” Fez sighs, running his hand over his head. “But, I’ve got some info on her, so I just gotta do what I do and she’ll know not to fuck with my family again.” Fez raises his brows at her words. “Shit, my fault ma. I ain’t know you get down like that.” He says, drawing a chuckle from her. “Boy, stop playing.” She says, stepping between his legs. They’re taken away from the intimate moment when they hear someone clear their throat. “Good evening.” (Y/N) looks up and recognizes the customer as Nate’s dad and she freezes. Fez notices her shift in attitude and eyes Ashtray through the freezers. “What’s up, man?” Fez answers, keeping his hands around her waist.

The tension is high in the room as Cal ventures through the store, trying to make small talk. He eyes (Y/N) as he makes his way to the front of the store. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” He says, appraising her. “I be around.” She waves him off, her eyes finding her acrylics more interesting. Cal nods, before slowly reaching into his pocket. Fez expects him to pull out a gun, but is pleasantly surprised when Cal pulls out a $20 bill. “You all have a nice night.” He says, leaving the store. Fez follows after him, watching as he pulls away.

Fez makes his way back over to (Y/N), assuming the position they’d had previously. (Y/N) takes to running her long nails over his head. He sighs at the feeling, resting his forehead against hers. “That him?” Fez asks her. She nods her head, looking him in the eyes. “Til the end?” He asked, squeezing her soft waist. “Til the end, my love.”

[metalbuckaroo]

Hey, lovely! For your sleepover. How about...

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Please feel free to ignore if you received this. 💖

Checking In

Summary// A hotel getaway with Bucky's favorite receptionist

Warnings// Lil angsty, some fluff, some smut, cursing, tiny mention of drinking, 18 plus only, minors dni

Note// I kinda love this request. I didn't use the quote, but its based off of the quote, this also got LONG and took sooo long.

My new masterlist and taglist will hopefully be done tomorrow night.

Im really hoping it doesn't flop bc I'm lowkey proud of it and also spent a lot of time on it

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @commonintrest

This was the slowest Bucky had went with someone in a very long time. Three dates in and he hadn't even had the chance to see you naked. It was driving him crazy to say the least.

Anyone else wouldn't have gotten a call back, but for you; it made him want it even more. So, he came up with an idea to take that extra step.

Walking into the hotel you worked at, he gave a nod to the security guard and flashed you a charming smile; his hair much shorter than when you saw him last. "Like the haircut." You said, turning in the chair to look at him. "Feels more... professional."

"Checking in again?" You asked, leaning your chin on the base of your palm, reaching your other hand to card your fingers through the short hair.

Bucky shook his head and leaned his forearms on the desktop. "No. We are checking in somewhere else. Tonight, when you're off."

His eyes trailed down to the top of your blouse, looking at the few buttons that where open. "Buck, I'm not staying in a hotel with you." You smiled, shaking your head. "Come on, I'll sleep on the couch if you're too uncomfortable." He smirked.

You thought it over for a moment before sighing and nodding your head. "Yeah, ok." You agreed, letting him pull you in for a brief kiss by the back of your neck. "Fantastic. I'll be here at five to get you."

"I'll have to go get cl-" Bucky shook his head at you. "Won't need 'em." He said, turning to walk out. "Bucky, don't you dare."

"See ya tonight, pretty girl."

As promised, five o'clock hit and Bucky was pulling in front of the doors in his sleek black car; quickly getting out.

His usual suit was traded in for a more casual button up tee and dark jeans, the prosthetic that matched the shape of his right arm perfectly on display.

He rounded the desk and picked up your bag. "You can't be back here." You teased, making him roll his eyes. "Come along, babydoll. We have plans." He said, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you with him.

Bucky's plan would surely get that extra step at least jumpstarted. The heated make out sessions in his car when he dropped you off were starting to get to him.

He refused to call anyone else to handle the tightening of his jeans, the wait made him yearn for you even more.

So, he patiently waited as you changed into the lavender sundress he'd sent for, listened and talked over dinner on the patio of the motel, and just basked in your enjoyable presence.

"Dance with me." You said, hand laying on his bicep. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I don't dance, sugar."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing down the vein that ran the length of his arm and to his hand. "Well, you're going to, or you'll be sleeping in that room alone." You laced your fingers in his and he looked at you with an amused expression. "Oh, really now?"

"Mhm, c'mon. It's a slow one, so you won't embarass yourself." You teased, feeling his hands on your hips as soon as you turned your back to him. "I never said I couldn't dance. Just that I don't, babydoll." His gruff voice said in your ear, moving to stand in front of you once in the midst of the other couples enjoying their night.

"Couldn't say no to you if I tried anyways." He said softly as your hands rested on the back of his neck, his on the dip of your waist.

The Bucky who took you on dates was different than the Bucky who strolled in your lobby at least once every two weeks. He wasn't glowering when he looked at you; instead he had a smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and your heart flutter.

He hadn't smiled so hard and so much in years. He was addicted. To your voice, fiery attitude, and gleaming smile; and he couldn't even imagine how much more he'd crave once he finally got a taste of you.

"Gonna let me sleep in the bed, pretty girl?" He cooed, hands roaming over the swell of your ass. "Of course, Mr Barnes." You grinned, pecking a kiss to his dimpled chin. "Could dance with you all night if you wanted me to." He said, squeezing gently. "I wouldn't complain."

His lips slotted over yours, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness of them.

He suddenly lifted his head, bottom lip brushing the tip of your nose as you opened your eyes again.

Bucky's cold demeanor he usually had while walking through the lobby of the hotel returned, smile fading into a deep scowl as he looked at something behind you.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, worry lacing your voice as you cupped his stubbled jaw in your hands, feeling the muscle of it flex. "Just stay close." He murmured, pulling you closer to his front.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, lips parting to say something, but the stern look in his eyes stopping you as they stayed glued on whatever was behind you.

"Barnes, didn't expect to see you here- like this." A voice that was slightly higher in pitch than Bucky's sounded from behind you.

Bucky tucked you into his side, hand on the small of your back as he stared at the shorter man. "Just enjoying my night. That a problem?"

You swallowed thickly and gripped onto the back of Bucky's shirt, crumbling the perfectly ironed fabric in your fist as your heart pounded. "Needa talk." The man said.

Bucky's eyes flicked to a group of men sitting at the corner of the patio before looking back to the man in from of him. "Go sit down. Order us some more drinks." Bucky said sternly. "Bucky-"

He finally looked down at you with an icy stare, making you shrink back slightly. "Now isn't the time to argue with me. Go sit down." The tone of his voice was one you hadn't heard before.

You nodded and turned to walk back to the table, picking at your nails as you took your seat again.

Looking to where Bucky was sat at the table with the group, you chewed your bottom lip. You knew what you were getting into when accepting that first date, you just didn't think it'd follow you everywhere.

He tried to stay patient, he was in rival territory and knew it was a terrible idea; but this was one of the nice hotels and he wanted the weekend spent right. Keeping his cool was the only way he was going to be able to do that.

He was barely even listening to half of what the men were saying, glancing over at your nervous posture as you picked the nails he had just paid to get manicured; even though you protested against taking his money.

Until one statement had his head snapping back towards one of them. "The girl seems... sweet. Make you happy?" It wasn't meant in a way a friend would ask when checking up on another friend. Bucky felt it burn through him like a threat.

"Yeah, well, she's got a mouth on her and I'm losing my patience. So, you men have a good night, you owe my girl an apology for ruining her night." He stood, teeth gritting together.

You noticed Bucky's tense stance and straightened in your seat as he got closer. "Rude bastards." Bucky grumbled, taking your hand in his and tugging for you to stand. "What did they want?"

Bucky thought about lying, but he promised you he wouldn't. "Talk business. Can't believe they'd interrupt me over stupid bullshit." He sneered, pulling you along with him back into the hotel. "Where are we going? They're going to bill you for those drinks." You huffed, picking up your pace to walk next to him. "Don't care."

By the time the two of you reached the door to your room, Bucky had you pressed against it; fumbling to swipe the key card as his lips attacked yours.

Your hands fisted into the front of his shirt to keep your balance as shoes were kicked off, Bucky backing you towards the bed with his large hands holding the sides of your face.

You fell back onto the bed when the backs of your knees met the edge of the mattress, taking him with you; Bucky's body parting your legs.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, sharing breaths as his hands gripped at your outer thighs and pawed their way under the skirt of your dress.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he dipped his head to latch his lips on the underside of your jaw. "Bucky, wait-" You panted, pressing his shoulders lightly. "What?" He breathed, stopping all movements as he looked at you; eyes dark and lips kiss swollen. "I-"

"You're a virgin. We can wait, if so." He cut you off, face dropping slightly. "No, no. It's not that. I just haven't had sex in awhile." You said, gnawing at your tongue. "Want me to go slower?"

"I just don't want to take things too fast." You whispered, tracing the collar of his shirt with your fingertips.

Bucky took a deep inhale, warm hand moving to hold your chin. "Babygirl, listen. I'm not going to kick you out of my bed when we're done. You got me attached with this damn chase you gave me. Wanna take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded and pulled him back down to you, his tongue slipping between your lips as his fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.

Gently pushing them away, you replaced his hands with yours to pop the buttons open as his tongue glided across every inch of your mouth he could reach.

You lifted your back off of the mattress for his hand to feel for the zipper of your dress, grazing your fingers down the tensing muscles of his chest and abdomen; stopping at the button of his jeans.

"Don't get shy now, take 'em off." Bucky mumbled against your lips, sliding the straps of your dress off of your shoulders.

The wetness between your legs grew as your tugged at his belt, whimpering into his mouth when he pressed his hips against you to show how hard he was.

Pulling away, Bucky sat up to tug your dress down your torso and legs; eyes drinking in the beautiful sight in front of him as he shoved his jeans off and palmed himself through his boxers.

"Take the shirt off." You panted, backing up the bed. A smirk grew on his face, metal thumb sliding back and forth in the waistband of his boxers as he looked at your glistening folds. "Ask nicely and I just might." He taunted. "Please."

You watched the way his muscles flexed with each movement, the shirt sliding off of his arms and to the floor; revealing the mess of scars Bucky hoped you'd ignore and a large tattoo on his ribcage.

Next were his boxer briefs, pooling at his feet as his cock twitched in the air; swollen tip red and leaking precum. "You're staring, babydoll." He said, voice low as he moved his body back over yours.

"Can't help it." You swallowed, the weight of his cock against your thigh as you felt the firmness of his back. His hand slipped between your bodies to guide himself to your heat, spreading your slick with his tip.

"So wet, barely even touched you yet." You whined at his words and gripped his shoulders. "Buck, please. Stop the teasing."

The smirk on his face grew before he brushed his lips against yours. "Hm, I don't know. Kept me waitin' so long, might just tease you a little more." He hummed. You bucked your hips against him, his tip barely pressing into you. "Fuck..." Bucky said in a low groan, a shudder passing through his body.

He made sure you felt every ridge and vein, pulling breathy sounds from you when he pushed deeper. Your walls so tight and warm around him, he already had to hold off his release.

"Look at me, sweet girl." He breathed, nipping at your bottom lip and rolling his hips into yours.

When you opened your eyes, the adoring look in Bucky's made your breath hitch. Hands wedging under your back as he sat up, holding you to him so you were sitting on his thick thighs.

"So beautiful." He groaned as his hands glided over the curve of your back to your ass, metal and flesh fingers digging into the skin.

Guiding your hips in a faster pace, he could feel you clenching around him, swallowing the blissed out sounds you made with a breath taking kiss as his grip on you tightened.

The soft ow that passed your lips made Bucky loosen his grip and move you in a slower pace. "Need me to slow down?" He panted, pulling away from you slightly.

You frantically shook your head, hands clinging to his shoulders; needing to feel his skin against yours. "No-no. Don't stop, please, keep going." You whined, bucking your hips along with him.

In a swift movement, your back was pressed back into the mattress. Your fingers laced with Bucky's as he pinned your hands at the sides of your head, his hips meeting yours in a faster, rougher pace that knocked the breath from your lungs and made your head spin; his cock sliding against every sweet spot, some that you didn't even know existed.

Salacious sounds from both of you echoed around the room, your eyes fluttering shut again and body arching into him so your front was flush to his as the coil snapped.

"There you go, baby. Feel so good, so worth the wait." Bucky moaned out, chasing his own release with shorter thrusts.

A whimper of his name falling from your sweet lips sent him over the edge, his hips flush to yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, riding the blissful feeling for all that it was as he looked over your blissed out face.

It was the moment your eyes peaked out, staring back into his lust darkened ones that Bucky knew. You were the one thing he needed to protect. To hold close and never let go.

A tender kiss was placed on your lips, a satisfied hum leaving Bucky as he slipped from between your legs to lay beside you.

You slowly moved off of the bed to grab a shirt and go to clean up, legs feeling wobbly with each step to and from the bathroom.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed when you walked back into the adjoined room, legs still a little jelly feeling as you made you way back to him.

He laughed, an actual belly laugh that made your heart swell as he pulled you between his parted thighs. "I have some... unexpected business to take care of in the morning."

You nodded lightly and sat your hands on his shoulders. "I want you to stay in this room and keep the door locked. When I come back, we'll do something." He promised, gently massaging your sides. "Something, huh?"

A squeak escaped your throat when you were pinned back underneath Bucky, his hips pressing into you. "Oh, don't you get me started. I'll keep you up all night."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 4

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Things are starting to pick up but Lee’s still playing low key.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The book club let out on Friday and you quietly packed up your fraying copy of Nabokov, happy you would finally be able to throw it on the shelf and forget about it. As you pulled on your jacket and hooked your bag over your shoulder, Andre, the star of the club, approached you. He wasn’t as curt as Nora but he still made you feel daft.

“Hey, you like the book?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” you answered, “I never really read anything like it before.”

“It’s definitely no Secret Garden,” he quipped.

“Oh, but I read the Bell Jar already, that’s the next book, right?” you countered.

“But did you really read it?” he challenged, “did you soak in the depth of the words?”

“I’m sure my second reading will help with that,” you said plaintively, “I think even, I’ll enjoy it even more.”

“It is more of a woman’s book,” he said tritely, “where are you going now?”

You went to the door and he followed you casually. You walked down the hall and shrugged as your sole tapped on the wooden floorboards.

“Oh…” you stopped yourself from saying no where, “actually, someone’s expecting me.”

“Oh ha, really? I saw those flyers they hand out. That’s one of the tips, say you’re being expected so the creep doesn’t follow you,” he rolled his eyes, “I was just asking, I’m not tryna pick you up or anything.”

You came out in the early spring dusk and stopped at the top of the stone steps. “I know you weren’t, I only… I am supposed to be somewhere.”

“Oh yeah? Well, if you ever need a reading partner--”

A honk came and cut off his invitation. You glanced over at the black and white cruiser then back at Andre. You gave a weak smile.

“Maybe,” you answered, “sorry, that’s my ride.”

“So you’re dad’s a cop?” he wondered.

“My dad?” you shook your head, “he’s… a uh, friend.”

“Friend,” Andre echoed and another honk came, “he’s sure impatient.”

“Sorry, I should go.”

“See ya next week,” he called after you as you stumbled down the stairs.

“Yeah, see ya,” you tossed over your shoulder.

You approached the cruiser and Lee got out to open the door. You got in and waited for him to settle on the other side of the seat. You watched Andre stroll down the pavement and catch up with Van.

“You didn’t have to honk, I saw you,” you said quietly.

“Who was that then?” Lee asked as he steered onto the street.

“Just some guy from the club,” you replied.

“So, shakes?” he asked.

“Can we stop by my dorm first?” you hugged your bag anxiously.

“Why’s that?”

“I want to give you back those clothes, I can’t wear them,” you said.

“What? They’re a gift,” he furrowed his brow but you looked away before he could glance back at you as he stopped at the sign.

“It’s too much and they… they won’t fit me,” you said.

“Well, did you even try them on? You’re young, it’s the new style, I thought--”

“But why would you even think to buy me anything?” you interjected. 

He inhaled and said nothing. His breath rose like a growl as he passed the road that led to your dorm. He switched gears and headed for the south exit of the campus.

“Don’t interrupt me. Ever,” he snarled, “and I was being nice, honey. It’s nothin’ bad, just a gift ‘cause I thought it’d look pretty on ya.”

“It’s not that I’m not, er, grateful, I only--”

“No thank you, no nothing,” he moped, “you really hurt me, girl.”

“No, it’s not like that. I just--”

“Just what? I saw you back there, tryna act like you don’t know me in front of that boy,” he grumbled, “‘cause I’m old, right?”

“We were talking, I was just saying goodbye,” you returned, “I don’t know why you’re being like this-- Can you please turn around and just take me home?”

“You promised me a date,” he huffed, “so we’re going… next time you can wear your new clothes.”

“Date?” you sputtered, “Sheriff, please, I want to go home.”

“My name’s Lee, honey,” he purred, “I wanna hear it on your tongue.”

“Wha--” he snaked his arm over and slid his hand onto your leg, just beneath your bag.

“Go on and say it,” he squeezed, “please.”

You swallowed and stiffened as you stared down at your lap.

“Lee,” you eked out.

“Good girl,” he snickered.

“Please, I don’t want a shake, I want to go--”

“I ain’t done nothing, honey, don’t be so dramatic,” he drew his hand away, “have I?”

You were quiet. He hadn’t really done anything more than be a bit grumpy. The touch was nothing, wasn’t it? Just a friendly gesture, trying to calm you down. And he bought you nice things and expected nothing but you to like it. It really seemed like you’d done something wrong the more you thought about it.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Nah, don’t be, I’m happy as long as you’re here,” he turned off of campus and sped up, “I read that book, you know? Lolita. Made patrol a bit easier. I haven’t read a book for years. It was… interesting.”

“You read it?” you flinched.

“Oh, yeah, it was… the man, Humbert, messin’ with a child, that’s some sickness there,” Lee mulled as he kept his eyes on the road, “don’t you think?”

“Um, yeah,” you answered, “I think it was also about, um, you know, an unreliable narrator and how stories unfold differently for people. How we can experience the same thing but not in the same way… I don’t know.”

“Hmm, yeah, that’s probably it,” he said, “but I just thought, that’s awful. You know, we’re adults, you and me. How old are ya, again?”

“I’ll be nineteen this summer, sir,” you replied.

“See, girls here can marry at sixteen,” he said, “but no twelve year old gettin’ hitched.”

“Oh, well,” you murmured, uncomfortable by his rambling, “can I try the vanilla this time?”

“Vanilla? Sure,” he smiled over the wheel, “think I’ll stick to strawberry, I like the sweet stuff.”

📚

The radio show came to an end and you fumbled with your empty cup. The dread still lingered in your chest. You counted the minutes until you could go home. The milkshake settled like a stone and added to your queasiness. Lee put his cup on his other side and yawned.

“Vanilla good?” he asked.

“Not bad,” you answered as he took the cup from you, “it’s late, hm?”

“Not that late,” he slid across the seat as the radio host picked up after the outro, “so you makin’ friends then?”

“Some,” you said, “just talking about schoolwork and, um, books.”

He was close, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him. He pushed his arm over your shoulders and let his hand hang down above your chest. You went rigid and tried to sidle away.

“Sheriff?” you croaked.

“Aw, come on, honey, ain’t nothin’ wrong, just getting close, it’s cold, ain’t it?” his other hand came up and caressed your chin, “I like spending time with you… not havin’ to worry about my radio or criminals, just you.”

“I don’t… I think…” you grabbed his wrist, “I thought…”

“I’m just being nice, I’ll admit, I’ve grown a bit sweet on ya. You’re so pretty and that,” he slipped from your grasped and framed your chin and turned your head, “am I hurtin’ ya?”

“N-no, but I…” your lip quivered. 

Was this how it happened? Maybe every girl felt like this the first time a man was near. You didn’t know, you couldn’t. You stared at him wide-eyed as he leaned in and his breath grazed your lips. You smelled the sugary strawberry flavour.

“This hurt?” he asked as his lips brushed yours.

“No,” you gulped as he pulled you to him.

“And this?” he didn’t wait for an answered before he kissed you.

He pressed his lips to your and sucked on your bottom lip. His teeth nipped lightly and he shoved his tongue against the creased of your mouth until you opened it. You garbled as he filled your mouth and hugged you tighter. You were terrified and confused by the suddenness of it all.

You grunted and pushed on his chest. You turned your head away and gasped as you shoved him harder and he relented. His hand slipped to the bottom of your neck as he looked at you in disappointment. 

“What’sa matter?” he asked.

“I… I wanna go home, it’s late,” you whispered.

“Oh honey, don’t be scared, it’s a date, I’m just kissin’ ya good night.”

“I never… said it was a date,” you mumbled.

“And why not?” he pressed, “you’re an adult, I am too.”

“I don’t… know,” you uttered, “I never… never been on a date so I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“I didn’t mean to confuse you, I thought you knew,” he said, “a girl like you, I thought you had plenty of dates.”

You shook your head and chewed your lip. You stared at your shoes and wriggled away from him. You ran your fingertips along your jawline as you huddled against the door.

“Please take me home,” you breathed.

“I didn’t mean nothing by it, I just think you’re very sweet and… beautiful,” he reached out and took your hand gently, “I can go slow.”

“I just don’t know,” you didn’t pull your hand away as he held it.

“Ah, I get it, I’m old, I know it, I ain’t stupid,” he sighed.

“I don’t care about that,” you withdrew and wrung your hands in your lap, “I’m… embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” he repeated.

“That I never… That I don’t know about all that,” you confessed, “but I don’t wanna think about that now.”

“Can I see you tomorrow then?” he asked, “I wanna see your new clothes.”

“Sheriff,” you said.

“Lee,” he corrected sharply.

“Lee,” you hissed, “please, can you take me home?”

“Well, you just needa ask nicely is all,” he pushed himself in front of the wheel and jolted the whole car with the movement, “let’s get ya there all safe and sound and you can rest up for tomorrow, huh?”

“I gotta study tomorrow,” you argued.

“You can,” he assured you, “you come study at mine and I’ll make you a nice home cooked dinner, how about that?”

You sniffed and pouted, “sure, if you take me home.”

[ellieswhoreeee]

The Two of Us. pt 4

Author’s note; Sorry guys for being so inconsistent about posting guys! i promise i’ll do better but i was kinda distracted with a dina fic i’m writing🧍🏽‍♀️anyways this is the end, i hope you guys enjoy it! also i know this feels slightly rushed so i’m sorry for that :/

endgame pairings: ellie williams x fem! reader

warnings: swearing, marijuana, violence, ect.

ps: i’m still learning how to use tumblr when it comes to replying and doing other stuff so please give me time 😭

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“I knew i’d find ya’ here,” Joel’s voice was oddly gruff but soft at the same time. He was loud enough for you to hear, even from the different distances. It was nice hearing his voice. You heard the rocks under his feet crunch together, making noise as he got closer and closer to your hiding spot. You were hiding in the tree house that was built into a large tree. The tree house was small but big enough for you, even though you built it when you were younger. It was surprisingly stable.

You didn’t say anything, and just stayed where you were. Hopefully he would think that you weren’t in here if you weren’t responding to him. “Kiddo, get down from there and talk to me. I ain’t gonna leave, so you can’t hide from me.”

You sighed quietly, and crawled towards the door- which in reality was just an old blanket that covered the entrance. You hated how noble Joel was. Your head peaked through the fabric. “Did Maria send you? Tell her i’m okay, i’m just sick.”

“Actually, i came here on my own. I’ve just… Noticed the changes between you and Ellie these past few days… I think if you could just talk to her-“

“Joel, this won’t get fixed by just talking. I fucked up this time.”

“What did you do…?” Joel questioned curiously. You looked away and decided to stay quiet as you clenched your jaw. Joel looked down at the ground awkwardly, noticing the look on your face. “I know y’all kids think i don’t know anything… But i’m not dumb. People talk… I’m just waiting for her to tell me so… whatever it is, i can guarantee that i won’t judge.” 

You bit your lip, and decided it would be better to talk to him. It was a little awkward when you first met but after continuously talking to him and hanging with him really changed that. He was one of the many people you were grateful for. You gave him a small smile. “I would invite you up but you’re kinda…”

“What? Too old? I’ll have ya’ know that i’m in the prime of my life.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to hide your laugh. “Fat. I meant fat, you would break the tree house.” You were joking, it wasn’t anything serious and he knew that.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.”

He hummed, giving you a mischievous smile. He then moved towards the tree, and started to slowly climb up the ladder without any hesitation. You retreated back to the spot you were in, and watched as Joel struggled to get in quietly. He then sat across from you. He was curious about the inside- it didn’t look as abandoned as he thought he would be. “Cozy,”

You laughed. “Thanks, i guess you never been up here, huh? You should’ve seen it when me and Ellie put fairy lights up…” Joel stayed quiet for a moment. You brought your knees up to your chest and let out a quiet sigh. “You know, she’d say something dumb like, ‘it’s Ellie and I’ or something.”

Joel felt like patting you on the back and saying ‘it would be okay’ but that wasn’t what you needed right now. You needed someone to talk to. He needed to be that person for you because of how much he cared about you and Ellie. “What happened?”

“You won’t judge me?” Your voice cracked at the question, and he could tell you were scared. He shook his head in response which made you feel slightly better. You covered your eyes with your hands in frustration. “Ellie found out that i… Have feelings for her.” Your voice was quiet, and he almost didn’t hear you.

He was quiet for what seemed like forever but in reality it was only a couple of seconds. “…And does she like you back?” He questioned in the softest way possible. You removed your hands from your eyes and decided to look at him.

“If she did we wouldn’t be up here…” You replied awkwardly.

“So… You two talked about it? And you’re certain that she doesn’t like you?”

You shook your head slowly at his questions. “No, i kinda just walked away before she could say anything… But i know she doesn’t like me because she’s-“

“Dating Cat.” Joel finished for you. He already knew about Ellie and Cat. Not much, but enough to know how they dote on each other. People talk, so mostly everyone knew about them. Joel was just waiting for Ellie to tell him, and she hasn’t.

You nodded. “Yeah. Dating fucking Cat.” You spat bitterly.

Joel sighed, and continued to watch you. He noticed a lot by just watching you. You were playing with your hands, almost as if you were trying to calm your down from the hurricane that is your brain. You looked pretty sad. “Alright, i’m tired of it. You needa’ stop moping. So, we’re going.”

“Where are we going?” You asked quickly and followed him down the tree house. He waited for you, and once you reached the pebbles on the floor he started moving ahead once again. All you could really do was follow him.

“Just follow me, kid.”

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“No way! I can’t do this right now, at least let me get a drink or something! I need whiskey in my system before i can talk to her!”

You don’t know how it happened. You let Joel drag you around town- just so he could get you to let your guard down. His real plan was getting you to Ellie’s garage. He asked you to close your eyes and lead you somewhere- and that’s where you are now. Right behind his house, aka in front of Ellie’s door.

“What if Cat’s here? This’ll be really awkward and pretty messed up.!” He was dragging you by your collar now, just so you couldn’t run away. You hated how strong he was. He then knocked on her door, and your skin shivered anxiously. You didn’t want to be here. You weren’t ready.

“Sorry, kid. In life, you gotta face your problems one way or another. I’m just giving you a gentle push.”

“More like a forceful shove!”

“Quit your whinin’. You need this. Closure or whatever you kids are saying these days.”

“Joel!-“

The door lock clicking caught your attention, then the door opened slowly. It revealed a very tired looking Ellie. She looked up at Joel and then down at you in surprise. “Sup..?”

Joel nodded in acknowledgment. “Heya, kiddo. Just thought i’d drop this off.” He let go of your collar, and suddenly you were on the floor. He turned on his heel and returned into his house through the back door. Fucking Joel, acting like i’m some sort of package. You couldn’t help think as you sat there.

“Fuck me,” You muttered lowly to yourself. You couldn’t even look up at Ellie. You were ashamed. You weren’t planning on telling Ellie about how you felt. Especially when you didn’t know if your feelings would last long. “This was a bad idea, i’m gonna go.” You stood up and brushed the dirt off your clothes.

You were about to walk- maybe even run away if it weren’t for Ellie talking first. “I never pegged you as a coward.”

You sighed, turning back to face her. To finally look at her. You noticed the bags under her eyes, that she looked paler than usual and her voice sounded hoarse. Seeing her this way made you sad. “Ellie…”

“No. You won’t talk right now.” She stopped you from speaking further. Maybe you deserved that. “Avoiding me, ignoring me and running away from me whenever i’m near? That’s all the things a coward would do. And that coward is you, y/n. I never thought that you were that type of person… You always faced your problems head on.”

Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was leaning against her door. It was the support she needed at the moment. Her words were hitting you hard. It was like a wake up call, just what you needed to get out from the hole you found yourself in.

But you also felt like denying her words.

You scoffed, and took a few steps back from her. You felt even more far away from her then ever. “Look, Ellie what do you want from me? You know why. Why can’t we leave it at that and move on. Never talk about it again.”

“Right, cause’ this is something we can move on from… Y/n, I need to hear you say it.” She pushed herself off her door and slowly moved closer to you.

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“Why? Are you afraid? I never knew you were such a pussy.” The way those words left her lips made it seem like she wanted to piss you off, to push you over the edge. Just so she could get your reaction.

“Fuck you, ellie… God, why do you need to hear me say it? You and your girlfriend are fucked up for wanting me to say it despite knowing already.”

She hummed, and continued to take steps towards you. “Are you scared? Is that it? Why is it that this conversation scares you but not a pack of infected…?” You scoffed, and didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to. She ended up being a few inches away from you. You couldn’t look up at her. You’re scared of doing something that you’ll regret. God, you wished you had gotten a drink or something. Maybe then you could at least blame it on the alcohol.

“What are you so afraid of?” She questioned in a whisper. Ellie wanted you to say it, she wanted to confirm that you actually liked her. She needed to hear you say it. Not insinuate it, but to actually hear it from your lips. That’s what she wanted.

Your eyes travelled from the ground and slowly trailed up her body. Your eyes lingered on Ellie’s neck, and then stopped at her chapped lips. Instinctively, she licked her lips as she continued to stare at you. You swallowed lowly, finally finding yourself looking into her green eyes. “I’m scared that you won’t like it.” Again, your eyes flickered to her lips.

“I will.”

For a split second you’re happy. But then you remember Cat. You frown, and decided to take a step back. “You’re with Cat- in love with her. That’s what you said, isn’t it? I may be in love with you but i’m not gonna let you cheat on her.”

Ellie pressed her lips together, a nod and small smile on her lips. “You’re a good person, y/n. That’s one of the many things that i love about you..” Your stomach did a flip, but you tried to listen to her next words carefully. You couldn’t be distracted by her sweet words. “I broke up with Cat. As fucked up as it is… I was only with her to try and get over you.”

“So, what i’m getting from this conversation is… You’re single?”

She laughed, and walked closer to you. “Not for long i hope.” She winked- well, tried to to. It was a pretty bad wink. But it was cute that she tried.

“I feel bad for the next person who dates you… you’re infuriating.” You whispered, watching and you and Ellie inched closer to each other.

She grinned, and watched and you closed you eyes. “You love it.” She paused for a moment, just to tease you before she finally brings your lips together in a sweet kiss. Her hands trail down to your hips so you could be flushed against her body. Your arms wrap around her shoulders loosely. She groans when you nip at her lower lip, then slides her hand under your shirt. God… you’re so enticing, y/n. Ellie was only thinking of you in this moment.

“Oi! Y/n! Ellie! PDA!!” Joel’s head popped out from the kitchen window as he glared at you two playfully.

“Right,” You pushed away from Ellie’s lips. “Joel knows.”

Ellie nodded, a smile on her lips as she continued to look at you. She was awestruck. She finally got to kiss you, to hold you and in the future there would be more memories with you. More memorable memories. “I guess he does.” She peck you on the lips and grab your hands. “You’re with me, right?”

You nodded, squeezing her hands to comfort her. God, you loved her so much. There is nothing better than being with her. You wished you had told her your feelings sooner, way before Cat. Maybe things could’ve been different.

But things are back on track for you and Ellie, and will be for a long time. Your gut is telling you everything will be fine. “Always.”

As long as you were with Ellie, nothing could go wrong.

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